A/N: Hello, people! Welcome to What Would You Do If? or WWYDI?

I don't own Naruto.

I have no beta.

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What Would You Do If...you woke up in the body of your younger self, but you were really fat? What if you found out that you were somehow in the Naruto world? Well Tamar thinks that she's dreaming, so she decides to play the part when she learns of where she is. But her 'part', soon becomes her life.

Tamar groggily sat up, rubbing her head slowly. She couldn't recall what had happened. Hadn't she been in the Library? Why was she in bed, when she should be studying for her end of the year exams?!

She moved to the side of the bed and immediately noticed that her feet weren't touching the floor like they should be. She looked down at her legs which were sticking straight out so she could inspect them, and she screamed in horror before throwing herself back on the bed. Her legs were small and extremely pudgy!

Was this some sort of fucked up dream? She had-had her fair share of them before. It would explain everything so far.

She rolled herself off the bed, briefly noting that she wasn't in pain. For the first time in four years, there was no pain! It was amazing, even if it was a dream.

She looked around and waddled over to the wall length mirror she spotted near the door.

Her reflection was horrendous! She looked like a huge blue ball! A fucking blueberry! Shortness was not a good coupling to fat. Not at all. Short and fat with small pudgy arms and legs. The hair was black, like her own was and it also reached to the hips. It was held back in a low ponytail. The skin was also pale, just like hers was. Eyes were a dark green and there were two long strips of hair on either side of her head that reached her collarbone. So, she pretty much looked like a really fat version of her younger self. Great.

She was able to conclude, that this body was exceedingly obese due to lack of proper nutrition, such as fruit and vegetables. No exercise ever, it seemed. No sunlight either. An excessive pig as well.

Why did she have to dream herself into such a disgusting form? Every dream she ever had, she had the body she always wanted. The one she used to have. This one, was just gross.

Sure, she herself was obese, but even she wasn't as big as the body she was currently stuck in, in this odd dream.

Tamar was once a monster at sports. Cheer captain and fitness freak. She was healthy and loved every minute of her life. And then she was hit by a car. And another. And another. All on the same spot on the same leg too. All within a two-year span. What shitty luck she had.

If that wasn't bad enough, the last hit had permanently fucked up her walking and she could no longer run. That meant no practice. No cartwheels, walkovers, scorpions, arabesques and other such stunts. Her days as a flyer were done. No more sports and long jogs in the morning. She was forced to walk with a cane and ride around stores in those embarrassing as hell motorized carts.

And it got worse from there! There she was, a seventeen year old girl, deprived of the very things in her life that made her happy.

That winter, she slid on a black sheet of ice and broke the very leg that had been hit three times already. This aggravated an unknown blood clot in the very same leg, which led to the revelations of a few hidden problems.

Her health continued to decline.

Doctors found out her Thyroid hadn't worked since she was eight. Asthma that really hurt her chest. She had multiple blood clots forming everywhere. A severe case of Fibromyalgia. Then there was the Arthritis and the Osteoporosis. Her eyesight was failing. She had lost the hearing in her left ear already. She had a Pulmonary Embolism, which was apparently the size of a golf ball, blocking the main artery of her left lung. The very last thing on her list of suffering, was Leukemia, which had only been found a year prior.

How the hell was it possible for one human being to have all these physical ailments at once? It wasn't fair, dammit!

Her great life had pretty much gone to hell in a handbasket. She could no longer walk. Only twenty-one years old and she was a legal cripple. Legally disabled. Confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. She needed help with the most basic shit and it was pathetic. Her life had become one big drama, with people whispering to each other behind her back and making bets on how long she'd last before she expired.

Then there was her medicines. One helped her joint, but killed her hair. Another was supposed to help the blood clots, but ruined her skin. So while something was getting 'fixed', something else was being destroyed. Who the hell thought of that? Medicine that helps one thing but kills everything else in your body? She wouldn't have taken them, it they didn't make the pain subside, if only slightly.

She couldn't move without pain. Always the fucking pain. It made waking up and going to her college courses almost not worth it. Almost. But she didn't want to die without having her Masters.

Also, she had other things she had to do. Since sports are no longer taking up her time, she threw herself into literature. Reading and writing. And then her art and piano. Besides classes, she wrote fictions and fanfictions. She played her piano and drew to her heart's content.

And then she became an anime addict, no shame there. And she became obsessed with Japan. Her favorite country. The terrain, the plants, the language, the anime/manga, the music. Everything was just perfect. Their culture, their clothing, their traditions, their food/snacks/drinks everything! So, if her life was pretty much ruined and she was dying, why couldn't she indulge her obsession?

She learned to deal with her problems. And even her increase in weight., It wasn't like she could exercise any more. But her weight increase was not her fault. She could barely move from the waist and down. How would she stay fit?

Though she didn't like being 'fat', she got over it. Because she was one of the people, who couldn't control it. But she could not accept how fat this kid/her younger self, was! It was atrocious!

Obesity due to health problems was somewhat acceptable, but being obese because you ate yourself that way and refused to exercise or at least eat healthy, is just gross. Inexcusable. If you have no diseases, broken bones, or other health risks. No pain when you move and no problems overall in your body, you have no excuse to be fat! Pure laziness, plain and simple.

She didn't like seeing her younger self, looking so unhealthy. When she was young, she was thin!

This kid that she dreamed herself into, didn't care for health and had let herself go. In such a short period of her life too! She was too young to be this overweight!

Tamar gave an experimental stretch and smiled when there was no pain at the movement. It was nice to move without pain.

The door to the room suddenly opened and in walked a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman. She wasn't too tall and was very slender. She had odd-shaped glasses.

"Hikari Muzumi, if you don't get downstairs this instant, you'll have to wait till lunch for food!"

Tamar jolted in shock at the name. That was the name she gave herself on Facebook. This dream was just getting stranger.

Tamar...Hikari, nodded her head and waddled over to the woman and squeezed herself out the door.

Within ten minutes, Hikari...Tamar, was able to learn that she was in an orphanage and had been since she was born. She also learned that her assumptions about the kid she was stuck inside, were true. She was lazy as sin and an avid eater. When she only took one helping of food and didn't go back for more, everyone stared at her in shock.

After breakfast, there were lessons, then lunch and then some more lessons, before playtime. Hikari...Tamar, stayed inside and did her homework.

She slammed her head against the table she was writing on. She'd just accept that her name was now Hikari. No more mix ups.

Anyway, she was gratified to learn that chubster was actually smart in the classroom and was expected to answer questions and hand work in on time. So at least the kid who was there previously wasn't all bad. Intelligence was important after all.

When she got to the history portion, she nearly lost her mind.

History of the Elemental Nations! And then the map almost made her faint!

Why was she learning about the history of the Naruto world?

Because for some odd reason, she dreamed herself into the Naruto world. Into an orphanage about a mile outside the North Gate of Konohagakure itself! The vividness of this dream was amazing. It was like the one time she woke up to find herself living in the Space Needle in Seattle Washington and saw Godzilla's eye looking into her bedroom window. Weird.

So she was in the Naruto world. Was this some sort of subconscious desire of hers? Other than having her own reverse harem of her favorite male characters?

Well, being a ninja would be fun. Maybe. Could she handle killing people? Yeah. She just wouldn't look in their eyes.

Could she reach the physical fitness required for such a job? Yes.

Going from skinny to fat was easy. But going from fat to skinny, was a pain. Especially for women. But it could be done. It would take blood, sweat and tears, but it could be done. Years it would take, but the result would be worth it.

Hikari sighed as she opened the history book and immersed herself in the dream created history of the Naruto world.

It had started with eating small portions at mealtimes. And after a few weeks, she began adding vegetables and fruits, while taking away all the candy that seemed to lay around the orphanage.

After six months, she began to notice changes. She lost a chin and the shoes weren't as tight as before. After six more months, her arms and legs were a little less chunky and her feet had went from wide to medium.

After a year in the dream world, she finally dubbed it time to start actually working out. Just by eating right, she managed to lose twenty-five pounds. Impressive. And it was all because of healthy food.

She started out small, in her room. Using chalk, she drew herself a hopscotch game on the floor and she played on her own. She would then do her stretches, followed by some jogging in place.

Another year of this. She was nearing nine years of age and had finally begun going outside to exercise, when it was obvious she was losing weight. Her lungs didn't hurt as much as they did in the beginning and she was able to run for much longer.

She lost thirty pounds in the last year, and dropped two shirt sizes, three pants sizes and her shoes were no longer medium but normal. Her legs were a lot smaller and her arms were finally normal looking.

It took early morning and late night exercises for her fitness plan to work. And when she added anaerobic workouts into the mix, things just became even more difficult. She had always had a hatred for sit ups and they were probably the thing that pissed her off most, about working out. They were also where the tears came in. Emotions were always high when she did sit ups.

Besides her aim for better health, she was also aiming to be smartest kid in the orphanage. She always had good grades and even in a dream world, she refused to be beaten. She liked reading the Bingo Book and learning about the dangerous villains. Mostly because it was never shown in detail in either the Naruto manga or anime, so she was most curious.

She was somewhere during the peace after the Third Great Shinobi War. The war was over and the Kyubi had already attacked Konoha.

She had read that right. I happened like, ten years ago? So then, Naruto and everyone was still in the Academy, right? Most likely.

Was she really going to go and change the Naruto world?

Yes. Yes she was.

She was ten, when her first altercation with the ninja world occurred. She had finally reached the body she wanted and had been working on some of the punches the older boys in the orphanage showed her. Some defensive kicks and all, so that she could protect herself when she decided to go for runs.

It was on a cold night in October, the tenth to be exact, that a Shinobi burst down the door of the orphanage and began calling out threats. He then grabbed one of the little ones. She was only five and had been recently orphaned. And she was terrified beyond belief.

The bastard held a kunai to her throat as he told everyone to remain where they were or else. Apparently, he was running from some Konoha Shinobi, because he stole a sword of some sort. In fact, it was on his back.

Looking closely, Hikari realized that she knew who he was. Aoi Rokusho. Former Jonin of Konohagakure who tricked that Idate kid into stealing the Raijin no Ken for him. And the Raijin was slung across his back like it wasn't even important. This must have been the time he defected, because Konoha was currently holding Chunin Exams.

Hikari glared at the green haired bastard and reached for the closest thing on either side of her.

In her left hand, was a sharp steak knife and in her right...was a fucking fork!

Because she didn't have time to change hands, she just burst into action. Everything slowed down for her. Like a slow motion part of a movie where they show the same part from like ten different angles.

Her focus zoomed in on Aoi and she whipped the fork out as fast as she could. To her surprise, it did not rotate in the air, but sailed cleanly through the stillness of the room, until it was embedded deeply into Aoi's hand, right between the thumb and the index finger, where the meat of the hand was.

The little girl moved when he pulled away from her and dropped his kunai. Like the brilliant little thing she was, she stomped on his foot and snatched the kunai off the ground, before rolling away from the nuke nin.

And then Aoi was getting closer. Or rather, Hikari was getting closer to him. Before she could realize everything, she had the knife in her left hand, buried in a spot right under his flak jacket, near his spine. Aoi let out a scream of pain as he pulled the fork from his hand and tried to turn.

Hikari, taking a leaf from one of the Naruto episodes she saw, immediately kicked him in the back of the left knee, making him trip. At the same time, she pulled the Raijin off his back as he went down.

There was a pulse from the hilt and she looked down in time to see a gold light shoot out from it. It sounded like a light saber and it made little cracking noises as the lightning surrounded it. She had no idea how it was working, but she wasn't going to complain.

In a split second, she shoved the sparking legendary blade into Aoi's back and pinned him to the floor. His body writhed upward as he let out a blood-curdling scream as his body was covered in bright yellow currents of lighting.

Hikari was seriously moving on autopilot. The next thing she knew, she was removing his weapons pouch and his travel pouch and kicking them far away. She then removed the steak knife from his back and held it to his throat, making sure to put a lot of pressure on the already bloody blade, letting it cut into the throat just a bit and making the blood run fresh.

There was a loud bang and everyone jumped slightly. The strange high that Hikari had been on, seemed to run out and she finally got a good look at what she was doing.

She was on top of a nuke Jonin from Konoha. Somehow, she managed to beat a Jonin?! How the hell did she pull that shit off?!

Looking up, she made eye contact with none other than Hatake Kakashi. Behind him, was a masked Shinobi. Anbu, her mind supplied for her.

Kakashi held up his hands in a calming gesture and Hikari nodded stiffly.

Aoi tried surging up from beneath her, but she placed more force on the Raijin and he was electrocuted again. He screamed again and fell limp.

"It's okay now," Kakashi said calmly. Hell, he sounded just like the guy who was the voice actor for him, did. Weird.

"Can you step back for us, drop the weapons and keep your hands out in the open?" the silver haired man continued, taking slow steps forward.

Hikari nodded again, hand slipping from the Raijin. She got up, managing to catch herself before she fell and backed away from Aoi's unconscious form. Her hands were up and she made sure to drop the steak knife.

Kakashi nodded in appreciation and stepped forward to observe Aoi.

"He's unconscious and bleeding badly." Kakashi looked back at the Anbu and motioned to the fallen nuke Jonin. "Take him to the village and inform Hokage-sama that I'll be in as soon as I can."

The Anbu nodded and suddenly, Aoi's body was gone, and so was the Anbu.

Kakashi's lone black eye sought her out and he stood. "I'd like to ask you to come with me back to Konoha. We're going to need your take on the events that have transpired here."

Kakashi sounded so official. Not all aloof like he did when with his team. Maybe this was an important mission or something.

She nodded, still quiet.

"Can you run or shall I carry you?" he asked.

She was finally able to respond normally. "I can run just fine, thank you."

He gave her a searching look, but shrugged, "Then please come with me. We aren't too far away from the gate."

Hikari sent a looked of apology toward the matron while Kakashi gathered the separated weapons pouch and extra pouch.

"Let's go."

Hikari followed after him, keeping his pace easily. He moved faster and she matched pace, until both were nearly flying across the road toward the village. He seemed shocked that she could keep up, but she made no comment. She was still trying to make sense of everything. She nearly killed the dude. She wielded a Shinobi blade like it was nothing. Badass.

She, a fucking ten-year old, managed to take down a Jonin! He must have been the weakest fucker ever. Seriously!

When they reached the village, Kakashi gave no warning as he scooped her up into his arms and took to the rooftops. The feeling of being airborne every two seconds was pretty cool. Luckily, she wasn't one who was affected by motion sickness. No puking on the hot teacher for her.

She rolled her eyes when Kakashi entered the Hokage Tower through the window. Seriously, did he not know how to use a fucking door? Or was it just to make everything easier?

"Hokage-sama," Kakashi greeted as he deposited Hikari safely on the floor.

Hikari felt a moment of surrealism. Here she was, standing in the Hokage's office with Sarutobi Hiruzen, sitting not even five feet from her! The Shinobi no Kami was right there! Imagine all the knowledge he possessed.

The only man gave her a gentle smile and motioned to the chair in front of the desk. "Please have a seat, miss..?"

"Mizumi Hikari, sir," she supplied quickly, giving a small bow of respect before taking the seat proffered to her.

"Well Mizumi-san, I've been informed that you are the one who subdued the Jonin who entered the Mandu Orphanage. Could you please give a recount of what transpired, exactly?" he asked pleasantly.

She nodded silently and started recollecting everything that had happened in the last hour.

"We were settling down for supper and the Shinobi entered through the front door suddenly. He took one of the little ones, I think her name is Akira, hostage. He threatened us and said that if anyone moved, she'd be dead. He said he needed her to help him escape.

He was on the run from Konoha Shinobi, because he stole something, or so he told us. If we behaved, no one would get hurt.

His back was to me and I couldn't just let him even attempt to hurt Akira. He wasn't too gentle with the kunai he had at her throat and I got pissed. Sorry! Angry, I was angry," she apologized, flushing in morbid embarrassment.

The old man smiled congenially and waved his hand in dismissal. She sighed in relief. "Thank you, I have a tendency to cuss when over emotional."

She thought back to the story and resumed where she left off. "So I was angry and I just reacted. It was really strange, because everything sort of, slowed down. I reached for the nearest thing, which for my left hand was a steak knife and for my right, was a fucking fork.

I knew I didn't have time to switch them and I have questionable aim with my left hand, so I just whipped the fork at him. I watched it sail through the air. It didn't divert from its path at all and landed deeply in the Shinobi's hand. About right here," she explained, using her own hand as an example.

"So, it hit and he dropped the kunai. Akira stomped on his foot then and took the kunai as she got away. And they I rushed up behind him and stabbed him with the knife. Somewhere near his spine, I think. As I did that, he had managed to get the fork out and I didn't want to find out if he was good enough to turn a fork into a weapon, so I kicked him in the back of the knee and as he landed, I started removing his pouches and weapons.

I pulled the thing off his back and the next thing I know, a yellow light comes from it and it starts crackling like lightning. When the guy moved, I didn't really think about what I was doing and just shoved the weird yellow light into his back. He starts twitching like he's having a seizure and screaming loudly and I took that chance to take the knife out of his back and hold it to his throat.

I didn't want him to think I was just joking around, so I made sure to put a lot of pressure on it and I cut him a bit. And then the silver ninja showed up just as I realized everything I had done, and asked me to move away from the guy and drop my weapons and keep my hands out...yeah. That's it."

The Hokage nodded silently and looked behind her when the door opened.

"Hokage-sama, Aoi Rokusho did not make it, but we preserved his body with a few seals and I was able to clarify that he enlisted the assistance of a young Genin by the name of Idate Morino to steal the Raijin no Ken, under the pretense of a second chance Chunin Exam. He then left the village as fast as possible, entered Mandu Orphanage and took a little blonde girl as his hostage. But he was then overtaken by someone he couldn't see and was stabbed twice, then electrocuted twice and given a cut on his throat before fainting. He expired only two moments ago."

Hikari paled slightly and looked at the Hokage and asked, "Am I going to get into trouble for that? Because good guys don't take little girls as hostages, you know."

THe old man smiled kindly, "No, you aren't in trouble. He became a traitor of the village and was supposed to be hunted down and done away with on the spot. You just lent some surprising assistance. Are you okay, as far as emotions and your mind are concerned? You did just go through something possibly traumatic and it ended with the death of someone."

Hikari though about it and shook her head slowly, "To be honest, I'm not all that sad that I killed him. Though if I were looking him in the eye as he died, I might not feel the same. However, he did try to hurt one of the little ones and I won't tolerate that. I feel no remorse. Is that bad? For me not to feel bad for what I did?"

"Not necessarily. He was an intruder who tried to hurt someone you care for and you protected them and everyone else in your home. He does not deserve pity. Traitors are unacceptable in the ninja world and he was a traitor."

She nodded in relief and sagged in her chair.

The Hokage sat back in his own chair, "I'm impressed that you managed to move fast enough to defeat a nuke Jonin. Do you train by any chance?"

"Not really train. I was just a really overweight kid and dedicated myself to getting healthy and losing weight. It took about four years, but here I am. Anyway, my workouts consist of a lot of running, so I guess that would explain the speed. And I can throw an alright punch if I had to."

The Hokage nodded, "Have you ever considered becoming a ninja?"

"Yeah, but I'm not a Konoha resident, so I assumed that it wasn't really possible."

She heard Kakashi snicker a bit and watched as the old man before her, smiled again.

"It is all possible. If you were to enter the Academy, you would be given a stipend because you are a civilian orphan. In fact, we'd have to reward you for defeating an A-rank nuke ninja. That would consist of a hefty bounty and anything else I would decide to give you in return. Such as his house, which the mortgage has already been paid off. All that would have to be paid monthly, would be water and electric, which the stipend would cover easily. And then becoming a ninja would provide the funds necessary."

Hikari gaped at the man. "You would just give me someone's house because I killed them? Isn't that like, barbaric or something?" she asked in confusion.

"No," Kakashi stated. "He was worth over five million Ryo in Suna and since he became a traitor, his possessions belong to the Hokage. If Hokage-sama wants to gift you with the traitor's possessions, then he can."

"So...I could go to the Academy and live on my own in the village?"

The Hokage nodded. "I could arrange for monthly check ups for you, to see how you are faring, or course."

She'd get a house, that she wouldn't have to pay for. Even when she was older, she wouldn't be burdened with a mortgage. A mortgage was like a death grip and they were pretty much ways of enslaving people. She wouldn't have one. And she'd be away from the orphanage and the annoying kids! And she'd get to go to the Academy and become a ninja too!

"Would this be agreeable to you?"

Hikari nodded silently, not trusting her voice. The man smiled, "Wonderful! Now, I think it'd be best if I gave you this. I think you'd do well with it."

Her mouth dropped when he handed over the Raijin no Ken.

"Do you know of the Nidaime Hokage?" Hiruzen asked.

She nodded.

"This was his sword. Since it reacted well enough to you, I think it would be beneficial for you to learn Kenjutsu. It obviously liked your chakra."

She took the weapon carefully and jumped slightly when the yellow light appeared again.

"You have a lot of chakra. Jonin level to be exact. Only Jonin level and up would be able to feed their chakra to the Raijin in order for it to work. Chunin and below don't possess enough chakra to make the blade work for them however. An impressive revelation, I'll admit.

Now then, give me a few moments and I will get everything set up for you. I will need you to fill this out though."

Hikari took the paper and looked down at it. It was for verification of her identity and was needed in order to label her as a permanent resident of Konohagakure no Sato of Hi no Kuni.

Name: Mizumi, Hikari

Date of Attained Citizenship: October 10th PTSW 15(A/N: PTSW- Post Third Shinobi War, and 15 means 15 years after it. It doesn't specify when the war ended, just that it was before Kurama's attack, so this is just me making it up.)

Birthday: November 18th

Hair color: Black, hip length

Eye color: Black

Age: 10

Height: 140 cm(A/N: 4.59 ft.)

Weight: 34.01 kg(A/N: 75 lbs.)

Skin: Pale

Distinguishing Characteristics: Two long strips of hair hang on either side of head, crescent-shaped scar behind left ear and birthmark in shape of lightning bolt on back.

Hikari returned the paper and watched as the Hokage's eyebrow rose. "Interesting characteristics. Just a few more moments."

Hikari turned to look at Kakashi, who was reading Icha Icha. She shook her head at him. Pervert. Not that she had any room to talk, she was a perv too.

Kakashi noticed her attention and gave her a questioning glance.

She shrugged, "I wasn't all too impressed with the writing in it." Truly she wasn't. It was mushy and the sex wasn't so great.

Kakashi sputtered, "Do you even know what it's about?"

"Sex," she said simply, ignoring his jerky movement at her words. "And I have to say the sex wasn't good. Boring and all too, convenient if I say. There was no struggle for anything. The plot is lacking. No girl, unless she's a slut, will just let some guy she doesn't know, bone her. Not happening. Even in fiction."

She could see the only visible skin on his face begin to turn red and she snickered. She remembered when he had to read the pars from Icha Icha Tactics and he went all red-faced there as well. Apparently, he was okay with reading it in public, but not discussing what it was about in public. It was funny.

Kakashi returned his attention to the book and promptly ignored her smirk.

Hikari returned her attention to the Hokage who was writing on a piece of paper. After a few moment, he sat back and smiled. "All you need is a medical examination so we can see how your eyesight and reflexes are. Kakashi, please escort her to the hospital and when the medics are finished, bring her back."

Hikari went with the silver-haired Jonin quietly. She let the doctor go through questioning and tapping of body parts. She had to give a blood sample to find out her blood type. She was O negative. A universal donor. Her eyes were perfect, her reflexes and responses were prefect. There was nothing wrong with her.

It was nearly an hour later when they returned to the Hokage Tower and Hiruzen had finished her paperwork.

"Congratulation, Mizumi-san, you are now a civilian of Konohagakure no Sato."

Hikari smiled to herself. She now had dream citizenship to her favorite Shinobi village. And she was another step closer to that reverse harem she always wanted.

A/N: The first chapter of an idea I got.

This is like a mix insert story. A mix of me, my mom and my friend Luna in personality. My mom's health problems, sans the Leukemia the shot hearing and blindness. And she was only hit by 2 cars, not three. My reactions and dreams and Luna's and my want for a reverse harem or sexy men. One of my FB profiles goes by HIkari Mizumi, I figured I'd use it.

Let me know what you though in a respectful manner, please?

Check out my other Naruto stories. The Cicatrices Beneath the Veil(Sasuke/Naruko ongoing), Diminishing Orange Flame(Naruko/Kakashi ongoing), Problems(Sasuke/Naruto ongoing), Tabu Sensei(Sakura/Kakashi ongoing), The Rest is Still Unwritten(Kakashi/Sakura ongoing) and Madness(crossover, animes Inuyasha/Naruto. Kagome and Naruto characters oneshots).

Ja ne! :D