Disclaimer: I'm not even Japanese so Naruto isn't mine.

Hello, Internet. I've been busy for the past few months of my life with school and computer death. Yeah. I'm studying like hell in summer for the SATs coming up. Yeah...And I fell into the shounen-territories of FF. I read the '10% to die for' as well as the '90% that are shit'. Through trials and errors and muses, I wrote a freaking, NARUTO fic. I'm not even in this fandom, heck I don't even watch any anime!

I'm not giving up any of my stories so I'd say my account is a buffet. I'LL UPDATE SOON but my fic-obssession is taking over me. This is also for first person perspective practice. I noticed the Naruto fandom's typical fic plots as well so I decided to make one that's a bit different.

I hope you enjoy it.

Edited as of 09.12.14

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Summary: Character killed? Check. Reincarnated in the ninja world? Check. Mind of a fully conscious girl? Check. Born as an Uzumaki, Uchiha, Hyuga or such fan-favored clan? Wait, what? Born in the same or earlier generation as the Rookie Nine? Oops. Character a Naruturd? Nooo. Ready? NO! Semi-serious parody of self-inserts, crack-ish.

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I didn't know the 'what', 'why', 'who', 'where', 'when', and 'how' it happened. But one thing I was certain of was the 'fuck my life oh wait it's already fucked'. Yeah, it wasn't pretty at all but everyone knows that that's what happens when you die.

Yes, I died. Boo hoo.

Like I've said, I don't remember anything so it's possible to skip the gore part but since I'm in a world where it is perfectly acceptable to have demons inside you, summon ghouls to protect you or steal others' hearts to continue living, one will hear plenty.

Yes, I was reincarnated to the Naruto world. Boo hoo.

Let me abbreviate the birth process since I'm sure that it's cliché and everyone knows the precise details.

Yes, it is. And naaaasty.

It was dark, wet, shocking and something along those lines. One moment I was squirming and freaking out like the most sensitive pre-school girl in an enclosed dark thing and the next I was shoved into a whole new world that accepted me harshly with abrupt lights, giant hands and grating sounds. There were lots of more things that I barely managed to feel but I'll skip the unnecessary.

For example, the most annoying one was my own scream.

Despite my sheer desire to shut my mouth and have some peace and quiet, my body wasn't my own to control. My vocal cord vibrated as if emulating the heavy metal scream and my mouth kept gaping open on its own, allowing the sound to resound around.

In contrast to my grimace, the huge people that surrounded me made cheerful remarks and such, enjoying my solo performance as I continued to try to grasp the situation.

I did eventually realize that I was a baby and I cried even more. Boo hoo.

No, seriously. I was all boo hoo.

I mean, I was musing about my situation of being dead and doing nothing but ponder about the most random things possible. I had even made a new universe for a whole series that would outlive the Twilight Saga's popularity of the next few years. My sanity had been at its very limit and I am suddenly shoved into a body? A baby body?!

I've lived seventeen years of the not-fully-developed-brain crap already! And I would have a rewind?

Fuck baby instincts, I really wailed with all my puny might to effuse all the frustration, confusion and panic I had built up while being in the oblivion.

Then I fell asleep and welcomed the darkness that was warm. It was a very, very funny sensation.

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I think I slept for the next Ice Age, because I felt so much heat inside myself. It was as if the outside was freezing so my body temperature didn't regulate but augment. The sensation worried me but I became more worried of being conscious in my sleep. The hell? I recalled that the abyss of nothingness had felt absolutely cozy.

My body, I decided, was sultry.

Not being able to accustom myself to this superfluous heat, my sleep was disturbed and I had to wake up. Keyword had to because otherwise, I wouldn't wake up.

Remembering that I was a baby, I wanted to groan and cuss. Because I was a baby, I couldn't.

I slowly lifted up my eyelids to take my first clear glimpse of my second life. While having to go through puberty and all that jazz sucked ass, I had been granted a second chance. Might as well as take it when someone up there took a liking to me. Thank you, whoever you are!

Back to my first look to the world as a baby, the first colors I saw were beige, gray and white. Beige figures mixed mainly with gray and white as background.

I blinked steadily, allowing my eyes to correct the focus and clear the blurry scene away. By my 6th blink, I was able to make out a child and an adult nearby and that we were in a hospital room. I snorted inwardly because I was someone who never visited hospitals. More importantly, the two beings reacted when I moved my full attention towards them as I believed them to be my 'new' family.

I actually felt sad of how I had lost my original family since I loved them dearly. I had a pretty normal family of two caring parents and an annoying sibling. I had thought of the consequences, no matter how inconsequential they may be, that would follow since I was fucking dead. I would be given a funeral where everyone who knew me would mourn. My family would have one less member, my possessions constantly reminding them of my passing and my room left alone for a while. Besties would bawl their eyes out and scream at me to come back alive so they could kick my ass. Relatives would visit, try to remember the random eldest of that son who lived at the coast and say,

"Oh yes, she was sure a chipper one. How unfortunate that she would die so young."

Or something along those lines. I don't know how old people talk. The neighborhood would whisper rumors in how I had died, be it credible or not. School would be similar, students talk how a girl had actually died and speculate the process.

But eventually, I would be somewhat forgotten.

I was one of many, many people who lived in the world and death was more than common. It was a necessity in the world to continue to move on. I was proud of my family because I knew that they knew what I would have wished for. I would want them to move on with their lives but carry on my memories.

Oh sure, bring some flowers over. Make sure they're gardenias! G-A-R-D-E-N-I-A-N-S! And it's so not because they share the name with a Gym Leader!

...Who am I kidding? Everyone close would remember me as the Pokémon geek.

ANYWAYS, I felt bitter sweet about the whole situation with the new life I had just begun. I would be rational this time with actually paying attention to school this time so I can choose my career of my liking!

Happy ending, here I come. Finally back to Earth, I smiled to myself.

Then I smiled at my new family. I'm never biased.

The boy, who had been sitting on a chair right beside the bed, straightened up, holding his breath. I must be his first sibling. Yeah, I felt it too, buddy, I empathized as I examined him.

Odd was the first impression of my new brother. And that was a lot coming from me.

He looked around three to four years old, judging by the height and his mini-structure compared to the chair. He was sported with shaded swimming goggles that didn't let me see through but I could still tell how nervous he was around his new family member. His eyebrows were rounded and he kept fidgeting slightly around with his sleeves of his high collared jumper (I think) of the color of new cement. The boy had an extra jacket of a greener hue over, the hood lowered showing his bushy hair that reminded me of a rotund hedgehog. His chest kept rising and falling, making him look like panicking. I giggled at the awkward stiff position he had taken.

"Ah! Father!" The boy barely flinched, unmatched to his startled tone. "She laughed!"

Soft laughter exploded around me. I felt a rumble shake me up and down slightly as if the earthquake was barely strained. I gasped in shock as the world seemed to quiver when the question of the source caused me to not look at the chuckling man, 'Father', but the other source.

Greetings, Mother. I am your new child. No, I am not the devil.

She was a woman of the warm smile that made you feel loved. She looked pale and tired, most likely from the work she had to go through for me, but the curl of her lips were genuine for me. I felt a pang of guilt as I continued to scrutinize her. Her dark hair were falling off her scalp in form of late autumn leaves, making it look spiky and long, an entirely braided cascade. Mother's greenish eyes glinted merrily as I let out a gurgle.

"She recognizes you." I turned at the rather deep yet content voice.

Oh yeah! Father!

There he was, standing now closer to Mother and me with my Brother and wearing a similar attire to his son. High collared jacket of a light beige. His hair was more defined and he also wore shades with a little adornment attached to the side. I was satisfied to see glimpses of smiles on his face despite the fact that the eyes that would have been tell-tales were obscured.

"She's so tiny." Brother whispered as he gaped at me with awe, scooting over closer every second.

I gurgled at him to tell him, 'just you wait, midget'. Then his body backed off, his toying fingers and his drooped head indicating...hesitation? Thankfully, Father ushered him with a gentle pat and Brother reached to Mother's adjacent side. Taking a closer to my funny Brother, I was reminded of someone.

Weird... I mused as Mother slowly told him it was all right. He looks familiar.

Congratulations to Brother. He mustered enough courage and reached out one of his hands out towards me, caution clearly molesting him. I inwardly snorted at the adorable act but another giggle came out instead.

Hey, I am a baby. I noticed then I was a blanket burrito, limbs tucked away. To humor him, I propped my feeble own hand with all my strength, shoving it out of my cloth prison. Smirking at Mother's gasp, I waved it slightly and a more excited Brother cupped mine.

The clear size difference between mine of baby fat and the boy's tender one wasn't really what got my attention. The moment we made the first of our many physical contacts, I felt my inner heat pump a beat and then I could feel much more than that. I felt similar warmth from Brother and Mother's and Father's, even from the significant distance between us. The heat signatures coagulated into more solid forms as they morphed into matter of some sort in my mind.

I don't really know what's going on, I thought, but I do think you got one of those psychic kids here, guys. I must have made a ridiculous face because my dark-haired family snickered (not really but I felt like they did) as their concealed eyes looked at me.

"She's responding healthily to the connection as well." Father muffled his laughter with the fist of his hand. I instantly pouted.

When they emitted their quiet laughter, I froze as I realized what I had done. Did I just pout? As in, infant action to express frustration which is defined to be one of the most childish things to do? I hated pouting because I fell every time for them. So why did I do it myself?! Cramming this worrisome issue aside somewhere stored in my newborn brain, I looked back at the source of the closest 'heat' source.

Brother looked so happy. His head tilted upwards towards me, I could see his obscure smile that expressed the pure joy and content he was feeling. I had already guessed that Father and he were quite stoic people since they radiated off an aura of the 'unknown', especially when one couldn't normally look at their eyes and mouths to tell their emotions. Feeling honored and giddy, I cooed willingly.

Brother's adorable face reassured me of our kinship, one that I would make sure to treasure. Especially whenever I was going to call him cute when I was in fact his baby sister. Snort.

I let out a brief squeal when I was soon lifted into the air, the sudden change of position making me feel panic. Soon enough, I was nested around think garbs of clothing that I could barely feel through my sleeping bag of blankets. I looked up to see Father's aged face yet I still felt my hand still being held by my cute brother as if it were the most precious thing in the world. I was able to tell the affection already.

Dude up there, thank you for such a loving family! Ahhh now I feel too lucky for being granted such fortune! I was grinning, I think, when Father spoke as his chest vibrated with his talking.

"Welcome to the Aburame, Ganki."

My grin dropped immediately as his words made a new train of thought embark on its way.

Ganki? Name.

To me. Ganki, me.

A Japanese name? Most likely.

Aburame, name.

Of a place? In Japan?

Familiar, familiar, familiar.

Family, new, new.

Mother, caring.

Father, stolid.

Brother, similar.

Brother, Father. Shades.

Shades? Collars?

Familiar.

Recently seen.

Recent, interest.

Manga. Which?

Naruto, title.

Naruto, boy.

Boy, many.

Interesting, characters.

Shades, collars.

Shino. Bugs.

Aburame.

"Welcome to the Aburame, Ganki."

The implication blasted my train of thoughts into a mental cliff and I felt my breathe stop as I repeated the thoughts. The heat inside me suddenly became much more tangible as it wafted to every corner of my body, choking me.

Finally realizing that I had been reborn in the fucking Naruto world of flying ninjas as Shino Aburame's sister, I cried.

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And that's it for the first intro/first chapter!

This is a parody of self-inserts because I wanted to make slight differences that could make the big ones in the big picture. I mean, I keep seeing some patterns there as I've put it as the summary. More reasonable and justifiable reasons for each unofficial rules.

I have read the epitome of self-inserts, Dreaming of Sunshine, but it was after I had read the general variety already and it's been a good while since then, I'd say that I'm decently inspired. Still, it's a very nice read! :D

Here's the list of differences I'm making:

1) Killed - I've noticed the deluge of descriptions of how the OCs had died, leading them to rebirth. I don't consider it important since it's already a different world unless it's related to character development. I'm starting my OC cleanly in that aspect.

2) Chakra sensitivity - Having a new body with a new system while retaining the sensations of the past life? It is logical and reasonable but I took a different approach. With a new body after being in the oblivion, Ganki here, would have been numbed to the bone. So in this chakra world, she'll have sensitivity (as you've probably guessed through the heat thingy) BECAUSE of her clan ability. Ganki will have a different kind of sensitivity, too.

3) Mind of a mature girl - There are seldom exceptions but I'm certain that more than 9/10 of self-inserts out there are teenage girls. The alternative? Mind of an IMMATURE girl. It's this aspect that will make the fic a mix of crack and parody. And so, she'll get away with the weirdest antics.

4) Fan-favored clan - The main thing that bothered me. It's either Uzumaki, Uchiha, Hyuga and such shinobi clans that had been covered frequently. Even from civilians and other Hidden Villages. Heck, as Orochimaru's experiment! But not a single one from the Aburame. Hell, even the canon characters forget him! Soooo here's my take on him. With a little sister, I'll make Shino a bit more open.

5) Generation of Rookie Nine or earlier - This is a rather fundamental factor that allows the self-inserted OC to make the small alternation that leads to a different future. I don't recall reading one from a later generation since it limits the amount of change that one can do. Ganki is three years younger than Shino, making her into the generation of Konohamaru and Hanabi. There will be changes she'll cause but they'll be stupid to be faithful to this genre.

6) Naruturd - Knowledge is power, especially when you gain one able to change history. At least in the Naruto world as a self-insert. There had been those who limited themselves but they at least know the plot twist of Tobi's identity or to the point of the Fourth Shinobi War. Ganki isn't a nerd for manga/anime. She has barely started the Shippuden arc through manga, having only known some members of the Akatsuki.

7) Ready? - Never. No self-insert is truly ready. They all at some point panic. That's what Ganki will do frequently.

I hope you find this interesting, because I'm adding something I've also liked. QnAs!

For every chapter, there'll be a question that I would like to hear an answer from you readers. I haven't had much interaction from you guys so I want to give this a go. It's allll up to you if you want to PM me or leave a review with your answer.

Q: Which Hidden Village would you like to grow up in? Any reasons?