Prologue : Birth of the Spider Ninja

It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was Spiderman, the hope of all the people who lived in New York City. He was the hero who would always save the damsel in distress. Except now he was stuck onto a metal paling of an unfinished construction site, webbed down by Venom, while the powerful sand fist of the Sandman hammered down onto him. He was dying, he knew it. Strength had already left him, his breath was labored. In the end it seemed that Harry, his best friend, had not came to his aid.

There was a flash of green at the edge of the vision and Peter Parker smiled weakly. Harry, the New Goblin was here. It would be too late for him, but perhaps Mary Jane could still be saved.

"Save MJ!" He shouted at his friend as he struggled with the last of his dying breath. The Sandman's huge fist came rushing at him…. and he knew nothing more.

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Dying was a strange sensation, as was the waking up part. He saw bright lights above him but everything else was blurry.

"Waa…." A thin high wail sounded from his lips. Peter froze, he had meant to say what the hell was happening but all that escaped his lips was an unnatural weak wail.

He tried to turn his head but couldn't make much moment. All he could see was that he was in some kind of wooden cot. Trying to raise his hands, Peter froze in shock at the pair of tiny plump, baby like hands that waved in the line of his vision. He knew that they were his hands, after all he was the one that controlled them.

"Shaaaa!!" Peter cried in fright as a thought came to him. Somehow, he had become a baby! Cursing in every language that he knew of though what came out of his lips were baby gurgles. Peter tried to rack his brain for what could have happened.

He recalled his fight with the Sandman and Venom. He had died, he was very sure of it. So why was he here now as a baby? A stray thought came into his mind, he had never been a big fan of religion, but he was not totally clueless about it. Some religions had claimed the belief of reincarnation, but that didn't make sense, according to those religions, should a person be reborn, he would have forgotten about his past life and begin his new life on a fresh slate.

"You are different." A voice said in his mind.

"Waaa!!" Peter cried out as something scuttled across his face. His baby hands lack the reach to brush the offending object off him.

A black object came into view and Peter stared crossed-eyed at the tiny black spider perched on his nose.

"You are one of the chosen one and your trial has begun." Said the voice which Peter was sure came from the spider.

Before Peter could ask what it meant, the spider disappeared into a puff of black smoke. That was then his cot began to shake as some external force struggled outside the building. Though his eyesight was not working so well at the moment, his hearing was still sharp and he could pick out screams and sounds of fighting outside. Then one by one, sounds of frightened babies began to cry all around him. Though he couldn't see above his cot, Peter was very sure that he was in a nursery of some sort.

A short while later, a harried browned haired woman came into view above his cot. Seeing that he was not crying, she moved away. From the sounds she was making, Peter assumed that she was calming the rest of the babies. Peter frowned when he could not understand the language that was being spoken.

Suddenly, there was a sharp masculine voice in the room, barking out what seemed to be an order. From the sounds of the sharp clipping of her heels, the nurse or whoever she was had moved out of the room. The babies began crying in fear, but this time no one came.

Peter Parker had never felt so helpless in his life. He was still a baby, he could barely move his hand and something was happening outside the building. His spider senses had gone off several times for which Peter was grateful. It meant he still had some of his spider powers even though the webbing and spider strength seemed to have left him.

He did not know how long he waited. Long enough that the wailings of the babies had tapered into thin sharp and hoarse cries. Long enough that he could not contain his bladder anymore and released a warm liquid into his diapers. Peter struggled in his wet diapers uncomfortably. One thing he was certain now was that he did not like being a baby.

Finally he could not open his tired eyes anymore and drifted into fistful sleep, the sound of battle going on outside.

He didn't know what woke him, but when he next opened his eyes, his wooden cot was shaking violently. A blonde hair man was standing over him, blood and scratches on his face, he looked like he had been through hell. The man gently placed another sleeping child beside him. He said something in that strange language that Peter could not understand. All he could make out were the words 'Naruto' which from the way the man had said it seemed to be the name of the baby currently sharing his cot.

The man's face then paled and he slumped over the cot. Peter could make out the sad smile etched on his face even as the realization that the man was dead hit him. Fear gripped him, what on earth could be happening outside? But that was when he realized there were no more sounds of battle.

He turned his baby head to look at his neighbor as the baby began to cry piteously as if he knew instinctively that someone close to him had died.

And thus begun Peter Parker's new life in the ninja village of Konoha.

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Author's Notes and Disclaimer:

I do not own Spiderman characters or Naruto characters. This is just a work of fanfiction. I own nothing and is not making any profit out of this fiction.

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