So after reading a whole shit ton of Naruto SI fics, I've been contemplating on releasing this one myself.

Hopefully it's not too bad...

Summary:

I'm not going to willing sign myself up for death, gore, life-risking moments, and all that jazz that comes with the Naruto world. I'm usually reincarnated on earth, so why did I end up here?! Not to mention, I'm not even capable of defending myself; since I'm not even reincarnated as a human! What am I supposed to do, swipe at my enemies with my cute, little, pink, paw pads to death?! Oh right, and having the prestigious Hatake Kakashi as my owner... well this can surely go down as one of my crappiest lives to live so far.

Oh how I just wish I could go back to the regular world now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, plenty of things that haven't gone down to make the story sadder, would've gone down...

Warning: Language, Incorrect usage of genre tags, typos.

Beta: Haha, nope.

Pakkun Days

Prologue

Humans are selfish.

Selfish little creatures that can only suck the life out of this world. Constantly raving and ranting, making up excuses; 'preaching' on their 'so called' efforts for the better or for the good.

All they do is create more chaos.

So you must crack a few eggs to make a good omelet, but they never know when to stop cracking the eggs. Over and over, humans pull themselves into this whirling pool of hate, that never ends.

Never forgive and never forget.

And so the cycle of revenge continues on, feeding into the greed of the human heart.

Yet, why is it among all of this, they are those that do not fall. Even bred from the those that hate, they somehow overcome it, only learning to love and wish for peace.

Their tragic fate sealed to be amongst the corrupted. These special ones, only live to fall to the likes of the greedy ones.

Humans are selfish.

Is that why I haven't been reincarnated into one?

I know reincarnation when I see it. Been through the system 131 times, and still rejected from nirvana/heaven/or whatever you consider a 'happy' afterlife.

Apparently you are not allowed to die until you have fulfilled your purpose in life, whether it is playing the role of a good guy, a supporter, a helpful dog, a slaving donkey, or whatever the hell your next life gives you as your purpose. After doing your 'deed', you're given your ticket to wherever you're supposed to go. Whatever that freaking exit is called to get out of this reincarnation mess.

The initial start to getting reincarnated with your memories is when your first 100 hundred lives tend to get it wrong. That's what happened to me 31 lifetimes ago.

The first lifetime I can remember is being a bee. Yup, and apparently my human ways of laziness and selfishness transferred over, as I barely helped the hive, stole honey from the larva, and eventually died getting attacked by hornets, because I ran away from my hive that was under attack.

But to go over the other 30 would bore the hell out of you, as I particularity end up repeating my humanely mistakes. Especially since I got a terrible nitpick.

Human Virus Soul Syndrome.

Where humanly traits infect other recesses of the soul.

The soul is not only reserved for humans. I remember when I was arrogant and haughty enough to think like that.

No, the soul's composition is many things, making up all kinds of life. Everything that lives and dies has a soul. Just as with DNA of a cell. Every cell contains all the DNA that the body will ever need. Only certain genes express themselves.

Same with souls. They contain everything, capable of being anything. They only express traits of their soul's composition in their current life, at least they're supposed to do that.

Now here comes the Human Virus Soul Syndrome. You see, most souls get it around their 40th or 50th time, commonly, of what to do to; then they exit eternal world suffering of reincarnation and then bam, hit whatever 'nirvana' or heaven or whatever you want to call it. But no, Human Virus Soul Syndrome allows my humanly traits, mostly the undesired traits, to infect and express itself in my into other parts of my soul, manifesting into my reincarnated lives down the road.

So as you see, it is not common for a bee to run from the hive, they've been known to die for the hive. 'Well fuck that, I ain't giving my shitty life to the queen, might as well make the most of my life if I'm just going to die' is probably the trait that seeped into and through my soul.

Well I've never been able to really put up a fight to anything.

Coward is the perfect word to fit to me. Maybe it's the cowardly trait.

But never mind that. It's time for my new life. I can feel the womb walls retracting, as I bump into my brother's and sister's within this constricting space.

So what is it this time? Bring it on reincarnation, am I going to live the life of a shrimp that just feeds along the sea floor, picking off dead and decrypt flesh; or am I going to lounge about as a cat that just lays around in the home, knocking small items over and giving hell to my owners again; or am I living as the bratty child that grows up to make big bucks and not once visit my family once I move out.

No, this time it's none of those; as I feel myself being licked just as I exit my mother's womb.

Well, this entails that I am somewhat an animal, instead of a bacteria within a scientist's petri dish like I was 5 lifetimes ago. Heh, even then I refused to propagate and share the gene that they were so desperately experimenting with. That will stall them for another 2 years.

Ah yes, I forgot to mention I like ruining other lives, didn't I?

But as I'm being licked, I'm suddenly man handled. My tiny paw pads can feel the rough skin of my mother's owner, as he pets my head.

"You'll have to name him, son." A deep baritone voice echos out, as my ears perk up to listen to the outside world, for the first time in this lifetime.

My eyes can't see yet, but my nose can definitely smell him. The smell of metal, earth, and water is pungent off of him, with a hint of blood and sweat. I know these smells because of my past lives, and you can't mistake the smell of blood for anything else. Copper and blood have totally different ratios of pungency. Well at least you can tell if you have a good nose.

"His name will be Pakkun."

But my body shuddered, as I realize something has drastically changed in my reincarnation cycle.

Usually I'm reincarnated on earth, third planet away from the sun, humans are the prime apex predator of the world for their conscious thinking and planning.

This world, if it is what I think it is, is a world that happened in books with pictures, notably known as manga, and its title is Naruto.

And from my previous life's knowledge, it is a deadly gruesome world filled with ninjas. That can actually create anything from this weird thing called 'chakra'.

And I was the dog of the one that will soon be the infamous copy ninja: Hatake Kakashi.

Well, fuck it. Not like I know much on the story plot, but Hatake Kakashi is going through a world of hate. I'll just show him how much his 'own kind' will really bite him in the ass.

Literally.

A couple of weeks have passed, but that damn Kakashi keeps separating my mother from me. Doesn't he damn well know a puppy needs to grow first, before he can train him, let alone take him from his mother! No I'm not a momma's boy, and I will firmly deny this. Plus, I will bite anyone in the ass who says so.

God! This kid is a training freak. I thought Might Gai was bad, but this kid is worse, way worse. Although I guess I am thankful that he doesn't scream about how 'youthful' he is. That's a plus.

"Pakkun! You have to pay more attention with your presence. I can sense you even though I'm on the other side of the house!"

I glare back at my supposed 'summoner' from my hiding spot. I growl at his critical remarks, like he could do any better. I can smell him all the way from the front of the compound! He needs to learn to mask his stenchy odor!

This little kid. Psh, no chance in hell am I working for him.

I can see Sakumo's feet, as he sits on the couch, as I curled up tighter on myself underneath it.

"Mah mah, 'Kashi. Pakkun is only a month old." See damn straight you best give it a rest! Now I wanna go back and snuggle with mother. "Even though I could teach Pachan to mask her scent and presence by this age, Pachan was incredibly smart for her age."

The hell old man! You saying my mother was that good at my age?! Well fine! I'll hide somewhere so good, you'll never find me!

I quickly scramble away from the hand that is trying to retrieve me, as Kakashi gives an angry grunt or two, demanding I come to him.

"Pakkun, come back here now!"

'No!' I bark back. My little feet hit the floor, as I start to use chakra to silence them, running outside. I slide across the porch, as I duck underneath the wooden planks. I quickly crawl underneath the house, as I make my way over to their running water system. I dank out by the chakra purifying machine.

Oh yah chakra, it's kinda of like a cold adrenaline rush, if I had to explain it. You know how when you get the chills, and everything around you just seems more... noticeable. Well chakra is 100 times that, without the chills.

Kakashi's chakra spikes, running around the house trying to look for me. Psh, I have just chosen the best hiding spot, by laying next to this chakra water purifier, it masks my own dampened chakra signal. Plus, his nose isn't good enough to find me. Give or take a couple of years and maybe then he can find me.

"Pakkun! Pakkun!" His feet stop right above my head, as I sense him directly above me in the house. It didn't frighten me, I didn't hold my breath like a little scared girl in a horror movie. Nope, that's not what I did.

Soon enough Sakumo entered the room as well.

"Tou-san, I can't sense him at all! I told you Pakkun would be a greater pup than Pachan."

I didn't feel embarrassed at all, nope. I'm not in denial. This little brat is just being cheeky so I'll come out of my hiding spot, just so we can go back to hellish training.

"I guess so. I can't sense him either. Although he could work on masking his scent."

"Mn. Pakkun, come out already! Training will be less harsh if you do now!"

I rolled my eyes at that. Less harsh and training in the same sentence... coming out of Kakashi's mouth? Nope, lies. That's all that could be coming out that brat's mouth.

I crawled my way across the opposite end of the house, as I try to keep my chakra as low as possible. I quickly join my litter mates, but my mother gives me away.

"Honestly Pakkun, I don't understand why you give Kakashi such a hard time."

She barks out, just as Kakashi comes running in.

"There you are." His filthy human hands pick me up, as he toddles with me in his arms. I on the other hand am fighting tooth and nail to get out of his terrible embrace.

"Oh don't be like that. I knew you were smart too. Come on let's take a bath together, you're covered in dirt." He turns me to face him, as I give him my best scowl.

I let out a scoff. Like taking a bath together symbolizes anything... I could just rely on my mother to take care of me. Heck if we were back on earth, I still wouldn't be touched, for fear that my mother might abandon me, if she was a stray.

Kakashi set me down in a woven basket, high up on the shelf. Even the height up here deters me from jumping to freedom.

"Sometimes you're a real pain, Pakkun. Why can't you listen to me, just for once?"

I let out a jeering snarl. 'Because you're so stuck up and bratty. Come back to me after you've somber-ed out from your precious people's deaths.'

Of course, Kakashi can't understand me, as he pouts from underneath his mask. He pulls out a treat from his pocket and puts it out in front of me.

My eyebrows raise up in confusion. Well that's new.

"Good job today."

He picks me up, as we head into the bath. It feels nice. For once the child isn't swinging a kunai at me or picking me up harshly. The bath is ... rewarding. Especially when he rubs my tummy and scratches behind my ears.

"There all clean."

'Thanks Kakashi.' I growl lowly, but the kid doesn't understand me. I try again, but the only thing that comes out is his name.

"Arf, Kakashi."

He whirls back, as he picks me up, his eyes elated, and I can see a bright grin underneath that stupid white towel covering his face.

"You said my name! Not even Pachan spoke a word until she was 4 months old. I guess you aren't too much of a momma's boy." He turns to the door way shouting, "Tou-san! Pakkun said my name!"

His loud booming voice in the bathroom is not doing me any pleasures. Not to mention he also drops me. And he's mentioned the unmentionable...

My eye's view his ass which is hanging right in front of me. Well, might as well show him what happens when he pisses me off.

I can sense Sakumo approaching the bathroom, just as I leap and bite Kakashi's ass.

The yelp I hear come from that brat was satisfying enough, that I didn't care for the punishment that followed.

The beginning portion is hard to understand. Why come out with human's are selfish, and then have someone not be reborn as human, but probably even more selfish! Well because that's how I roll, and I love irony. At least that's what I think I was shooting for, don't know if anyone else understood it, but bah...

So what did you guys think? I know there is someone out there who did Akamaru, but I had been planning on doing a reincarnation with Pakkun for quite sometime.

Wonder how Pakkun will influence Kakashi...

Or is it going to be the other way around?

NOTE: Will deviate from original plot of Naruto. Just saying. Although I may try and make it as subtle as possible.

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