Okay, I have been toying around with this idea of a character being reborn in the Narutoverse for a while now, and after reading so many good stories about it, I thought 'why not?'.

So here's my attempt at writing a somewhat decent SI/OC. Let me know what you think!

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I never knew how I died.

Because, let's face it, I don't even want to know.

For all I know, I could have been murdered or something worst off. But when I died, I felt something- a tugging of sorts. I don't know how to explain without sounding completely crazy. Though, I suppose my entire tale could be counted as crazy. I mean, have you ever heard of a person being reborn into another body in another world with all their memories intact?

No.

It only happens in fanfictions, the extremely cliché ones where a girl falls into another such as the Narutoverse and ends up becoming a huge Marysue. And let me tell you, I absolutely despise Marysue's, and suppose it would be my greatest nightmare if, somehow, I had ended up in another world, and without any reasoning, become a Marysue. But I also knew that a Marysue was super powerful and they could come out from a battle unscathed.

No, no, no, no.

I did not want to become something like that. I would rather die.

And if you're somehow reading this, then don't you dare laugh, because I would rather die. Now, please excuse that sorry attempt of a joke, I have a very dry sense of humour. I would rather be somewhere else than in this nothingness, waiting for what could be. And the real problem lies in this nothingness.

I didn't even know what it was. For all I know, it could be Hell, or something close to it. But why would I be in Hell? For all I could remember, I had been a reasonably good kid in my past life. I mean, sure whoever got in my way received a good enough death stare, but you can't blame me!

I had been ignored a lot in my past life, not by my parents, mind you. But by my friends and peers. And this act of ignoring lead to my newfound coldness. To people I didn't know, I was the most polite thing that they had ever come across, and I would even come off as slightly cold. I was a quiet child, never one for laughter and smiles. But when I did smile, it was around my family and friends.

Simply put it, I was horrible around people I didn't, I didn't know know how to speak without inadverdantly insulting them.

But in this nothingness, I suppose social skills didn't matter. I mean, who am I going to talk to? There was no one there for Pete's sake!

And concentrating on the nothingness, I found it to be discomforting at first because there was no one there. And no matter how much I hated social interactions, the child in me positively craved company. It nearly made me mad, at first. But a while later, I eventually grew to accept.

The nothingness soon grew to become my personal sanctuary, it simply wiped all my worries away, giving me the peace and rest that I had craved for so many years.

I didn't know how long I lied there for. To me, it felt like years, but I had no qualms over it. My life was over, and I had accepted that, there wasn't anything I could to do change it, it was my fate I soon grew to believe.

But even my own personal sanctuary could become a living Hell.

I didn't know what was happening, because suddenly, the nothingness around me was closing in on me. It was squeezing me, my body becoming cramped in the small area.

Wait, body?

I thought I was dead, how can I have a body?

Suddenly, it all made sense, and I prayed to whatever Gods there were that it wasn't true.

I couldn't be...

Yes.

I was in a child's body.

How did I come to that conclusion?

Because I was suddenly, and without warning, squeezed into the world.

And when I mean world, I mean world. Because it just couldn't be the world I was born in, I could easily tell, even though my world was blurry as hell.

And even though I was a baby, I refused to cry.

Why?

Because I was an adult in a baby's body, damnit! And I refused to cry, I never did so in my previous life, so why should I start now?

I started crying anyway, it was a baby's natural mechanism to cry when they were born, but even then, I still refused to make a sound. The tears still streamed down my face, though.

The next thing I knew, I was being passed through a pair of arms, until, finally, I was nestled in a pair of arms that simply screamed "Love". Before I knew what I was doing, I had nuzzled my face in something soft and warm, and I had blindly reached out, gripping onto something firm and warm, wrapping my tiny fingers around it.

Almost immediately, the thing around my fingers squeezed back, and the arms trapping my tiny form rocked me back and forth, a soft voice cooing out nonsense. Slowly, I attempted to open my eyes. I barely kept myself from wincing when a bright light immediately pierced the blurriness of my eyesight.

I blinked it away, and when I looked up, I was awarded with the sight of a young woman, her pretty face sickly-pale and strained. Her green eyes seemed huge against her sallow face, and they bulged out of their sockets. Tendrils of thick black hair escaped from the bun pinning her hair to the top of her head. But the huge smile on her face seemed to banish away any hints of tiredness.

She was happy, and that was all there was to it.

Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming open pierced my fragile hearing, and I winced.

Well, as much as a baby could wince, anyway.

As if noticing my movement, my new mother brought me closer to her chest, shielding me from view. Dimly, I thought I could hear her scolding someone, but I couldn't understand everything.

"... Kaa-chan," someone whined.

"Iie," my new mother said sternly.

My mature mind quickly pieced the few words that I knew, and I inwardly faceplanted.

I had already come to terms that I was a baby, but did I have to be a Japanese one, as well?

I had nothing against Japanese people, of course, I just didn't know how to speak their language. What little I did know, had been divulged from countless courses in an attempt to learn the language.

Naturally, I didn't learn much, beacuse (A) I failed epically at whatever I tried to say, and (B) I never really spoke, so it was hard to learn a language that I would never use.

A few seconds later, I heard my new mother sigh, and I was swiftly passed over into the arms of someone else.

These new arms were warm, and instinctively, I pressed forward, burying my face in their chest. A moment later, a feeling reverbetrated through me. I quickly realised that whoever was holding me, was laughing.

Through the blurriness of my vision, I could see that it was a man who was holding me.

I quickly deduced that this had to be my new father.

And unlike my new mother, my father was quite unusual in appearance. His face was sharp and angular, unlike the softer features of my mother. His hair was red, red as blood, and hanging around his face in a ragged mess. His eyes though, were unlike any I had seen. Bright black, and filled with love and warmth, despite his face being stoic and devoid of all emotion.

He then whispered something to me, but like my new mother, I didn't understand a thing. And like before, I suddenly heard a child's voice whining. My father looked down, a question clear in the deep dark depths of his eyes. But despite everything, the child continued to whine.

"Takashi," my father berated sharply.

"Tou-san," the child began, all traces of his earlier tantrum gone. They then exchanged unfamiliar words, and for the third time that day, I was swiftly passed to another pair of unfamiliar arms. But unlike earlier, I didn't even attempt to move.

Instead, I attempted to crane my neck upwards. But as I was baby, even the most basic of motor skills escaped me. All I ended up doing was flopping my head uselessly against my captor's chest. A hand however, came to my rescue. Its warm palm cupped around the back of my head, supporting me easily.

Through my blurry vision, I could see that it was a child, a little boy to be exact, looking no older than seven, at least. He possessed the same shock of red hair as my new father, but his eyes were a different story. They were the shade and shape as my new mother's was.

The child began to speak, but most of it was garbled nonsense that my brain couldn't comprehend. The only thing that I could make out was the word "Imouto". But that was all, but that word made my blood run cold.

Imouto meant "little sister".

That meant that he was my brother.

Another thing: I had seen something wrapped my father's forehead. It was silver in colour, and a strange symbol was carved on it. He was also dressed in strange attire.

That could only mean one thing: I had been reborn in the Narutoverse.

How did I know this?

The symbol etched on my father's headband was one I could recognise, but it made my blood run cold. Because while it was a symbol I was familiar with, it was not one I felt safe with.

I wasn't in Konohagakure, but that didn't mean I was worst off.

Because I knew that symbol better than any other besides Konoha's. It was so familiar because I had watched that arc over and over again, completely hooked on the characters.

That, and my name was another clue. It was purely Japanese, and Naruto was purely Japanese. How did I know my name?

Because my brother had whispered it in my ears before I had succumbed to sleep.

And these words I could understand.

"Sleep well, Yūmaru."

And sleep I did, but also with a heavy heart.

I never wanted this.

I never wanted to be reborn, especially in the Narutoverse, but also due to the fact that I had been born in another village. It was nothing like the fanfictions where the female OCs were reborn into Konoha, and got the chance to change the future for the better.

No, no, no, no.

I didn't want this. I just wanted to rest in peace. I had already lived once, I didn't want to do it again, especially not in this village. So right then and there, I vowed to simply survive. I wouldn't be like those girls in the fanfictions, I would have to be strong, and to do that, I would have to become a ninja.

But could I do that in Sunagakure?

Yes.

Yes, I could. I would be able to accomplish anything if I put my mind to it.

And my last thought before I fell alseep would have made me snicker, had I not been a baby.

I'm so screwed.