AN: Hello everyone, and welcome to my oc si of an oc si! *distant cheering* Yes, you read that right, now moving on. If you haven't read Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen go read it right now, stop what you're doing, go! Alright now that everyone is all caught up with everyone else, let's begin. Background info, I'm going to pretend that we're a few years down the road, meaning that currently we're at 100 chapters of DOS, but when my character is brought into this world there will have been even more chapters of DOS! So things that my character has gone through I am currently trying to achieve. I'm still in college, I'm not even 21 yet, so timey-wimey-wibbly-wobbly things will occur. Lastly, thank you my Silver Queen for letting me publish this fanfiction and for getting back to me quickly, you are a diamond!

P.S. This update is brought to you by Yesteryear's Killer Liner! Thank you for betaing, you're a peach and a half!

'I~n Midwest US, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days, chillin' out maxin', relaxin' all cool and shootin' some pictures outside my school. When some thug, who was up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. With one small knife I was murdered, and dropped through the cogs to the village Konohagakure.' Hmm, it's gonna need a little work, but look at that humor and a small introduction wrapped up in one big red bow! Ha! No wonder the prince was so fresh.

"KAMEYO-CHAN! Wake up! Time to get to work!" yelled "father'– this life's, anyway. And now I've got to think up the rest of how I would fit into the Fresh Prince rap. At least it'll keep me occupied today. "Now!" Oh yeah... it's ass-crack o'clock.

I somewhat roll, somewhat fall out of bed and into the cold embrace of the ground. A small ugh passes my lips, but no one to hear it, thankfully. Damn, the blankets fall on top of me; now I'll never get up. Oh well. My eyelids sag and 90s rap music plays through my brain until a set of heavy footfalls come towards my door, though the smell of burning charcoal and the taste of it or steel is a dead giveaway of who is there. I burrow in tighter, when my door opens.

"Kameyo-chan! Ko! Time to get up! The smithy will be opening soon. Ko?" There was a pause as he probably doesn't see me or my sheets. A few hesitant steps in and suddenly I was being crushed.

"Owww!" came the holler from my throat. "Kae~de! That kills people, Kae~de!" I wriggle around, trying to escape, to no avail.

"Ko, call me daddy and give me a big hug and I'll release you," was his smug reply. He's always trying to get me to say that! Damn it, like hell I'll call him that! Even if he's sorta cute like this. His arms wrap around me like a boa constrictor, and lordy do I want to break free, partly because it hurt but mostly because skin contact usually makes me want to gag. So I go boneless and stop breathing. I was yanked out from under him and free to stand up and dash down the hall, down the stairs, and to the breakfast table, before he could do much more than chase. With a large breath I feel much less like making my insides outsides.

I was a giddy child whose laughter could thaw a frozen heart. Kaede, or father, was smiling along with me even though he looks a little hurt. He stood in front of the stove and cracks an egg for me, sunny side up just the way I like it.

"So, princess, are you ready for a great day at the smithy with me? Today's the day Ito Ryo comes to work for daddy," he looks over at me. He knows how I feel about new people; I would rather choke on a dumpling... but he needs all the help he can get, because I'm only four, my mother is dead, and Konoha always needs metal work completed. He's getting an assistant in the shop who's about seven or eight and will learn the craft and help around the shop. Which would have been my job, but I'm still way too young for it. Though I still get to sit in and watch him, in a chair jail that keeps me from wandering around or a small cell where I can walk around like a caged animal. Truly it is barbaric. And he wonders why I won't call him daddy. The smithy as a whole on the other hand, much more interesting and strangely still. Just the air (or is it the chakra in the air?) feels much more calming, feels warm and inviting, makes me feel at peace.

I merely look out the window in response to his stupid question. Damn Ryo... wait this is Japanese his last name is Ito... right. Damn Ito will probably also treat me like a child when I'm a goddamn 20 something woman (trapped in a four year old body, but that's beside the point). And he'll probably take me away from my right to own this shop, not that I really want it … well it could be cool. Fuck him though.

"Breakfast is served, princess," Kaede places the egg, rice, and tofu in front of me, but just out of reach, and boy do I reach. "Now princess, you'll be nice to Ito, right? And when today's over, if you've behaved, I'll take you to get dango at Minami's!"

I pouted, but gave in, if I act more reluctant, he's more likely to follow through. Breakfast is pushed in front of me along with a set of chopsticks, which are held together at the top to help my pudgy child's fingers. Kaede smiles and kisses my cheek before heading back to the stove. Yay dango!

After we ate, I got dressed (without his help; like a big girl, thank you very much!) and brushed my teeth and while heading downstairs I was literally picked up by Kaede, thrown onto his shoulders and carried to the smithy. We live right next to his work, which makes the commute almost non-existent. But we hit traffic when a small boy was waiting in front of the shop, blocking the route. I glared hard, stupid kid.

"Good morning Kushikimeka-sama and Kushikimeka-san, I'm Ito Ryo," he bowed low, until he was an ant my Kaede could have smooshed. His shaggy hair is a dark russet color that's pulled in a low ponytail and his eyes are a dark grey. His posture is perfect along with his speech and manners. Ugh, I want to slap him. He smells of sawdust and tastes of bark, but considering his dry look, it suits him well.

"Good morning, Ito-kun. You can drop the sama from that greeting and this is my daughter, Kameyo-chan. Shall we head in and begin?" I could feel my Kaede smile and nod and lean in to open the door, but I couldn't feel my heart, because it left when Ito-kun showed up. I was placed in my pigpen with the usual coloring books and stuffed animals and blankets and the like, but this time I don't play; I only watch as Ito takes over my Kaede's time and life. Not even the air could pacify me much.

I remember when it happened, the blackness and then the light. I remember the screaming and crying that was mostly me. The fact that I couldn't understand anyone, that everything was one thing or another, but I didn't know what was what. The fact that I was being carried was worrisome, that I was being rocked and patted freaky. But the worst was that I couldn't breathe, that I was being drowned, like being water boarded. "Fuck! What is this damn torture?" I breathed out, and it lessened slightly. It was the odorless chakra in the air that is reminiscent of water. I grew accustomed to the feeling and would come to ignore it, but using my chakra to soften the effects later helped the best.

Something inside of me wiggled and slid around, something slick and slimy (I later realized it was my chakra, that due to some, issues, felt more disgusting than other people's) slithered in my chest. It hurt and I wanted to throw it up, and lord did I try. I was taken back to the hospital and since no one had seen something like this before they made a new label and wrote "Chakra Hypersensitive" on it. My poor parental unit, I was just awful. I cried all the time and threw up constantly. I got better as I got older and more used to it, but I was always aware of it, and nauseous.

My mother, Nao, had been very patient. She had been a ninja before having me, a damn fine one at that. I took my first steps toward her, said her name first, and smiled most when she was around. I got her sandy blonde hair and small frame, but got my green eyes from Kaede. She always read to me and taught me how to hide really well, though in the form of hide and seek and games. While Kaede was working, she and I played. It's no wonder that I've been cold to him.

During a trip out when I was about one, I realized that this was a different place, a different world. People wore different clothes, acted differently, and most importantly the headband protectors were all signs that I was in the Naruto Universe. Weirdest of them all though, Minato-sama was still around. Sure I only saw him once or twice, but Kushina-sama was harder to miss. So I was born before Naruto, but by how much only time could tell.

I learned to play with the slimy black thing in my chest and to feel other people's chakra as well. Nao felt like flower petals smooth and delicate, but more importantly she smelt of perfume and tasted like apples. Kaede? A hot coal, radiating heat like a furnace. Together it was very soothing and relaxing, like a heating blanket that I would never leave. The first time I tried to direct the black stuff, it just sat there and wouldn't move for anything. To be fair, there wasn't much to move anyway. When I was about two I tripped, and I felt it slink up my arm and to my hand, so that when I fell it didn't hurt. From there on my chakra would work its way to my knees or even my feet because I needed it to correct my balance or not bleed out onto the floor. I learned to stick my clothes onto myself with it or anything that was within reach. It took time and a lot of my chakra, but I could only get better. For the most part though, I merely slept and ate, even if my dreams were nightmares. Dying of non-natural causes and reborn will do that to you.

When it was nearing the end of my third year, the Kyuubi attack happened. The presence slid into my being and I woke with a chill. It terrified me, made me realize I was insignificant, that I could die, again, and nobody would even care. It attacked right by our home and even though my mother was off duty, she told Kaede to take me and run. She stood behind and fought. The last thing I remember of her was her chakra seeping into my system to encourage and calm me. I didn't cry the entire night, waiting for her to come back, too scared to move without her. Kaede held me so close and so tight I almost called him daddy right then, had I not been so scared.

But more than all this, I remember my other life the one where I lived in America, spoke English, ate cheeseburgers and fries, did little more than was necessary and got by just fine. Where war and fighting took place on the other side of the globe and that the only people who died, died because of illness or old age, not from some giant-ass monster who broke free of a nice woman and decided to rage destroy everything in sight, including my mom. I only read about that crap in mangas or watched in an anime or tv show. Damn it, I was a person before everything went to hell. Before I died. Before this fucking bull.

Though that wasn't all that pretty either. I just wouldn't want any of my precious people to feel that. The cold hand of death. Especially not Nao. She reminded me of my mom, well my first one. I loved her and she loved me.

I barely spoke before the attack, but after the attack, I was even more of a ghost. At first it was so that I wouldn't be caught knowing things that I shouldn't or progressing too fast. And partly because I was depressed and distrusting of anything and everything. After, it was more of the later and less of the former. I didn't trust that Kaede would always be there, that the Kyuubi would never break free again, or that I was safe within the village walls. Now I didn't trust that Ryo would help Kaede or wouldn't come between him and me. Trusting him or anyone else is just the hardest thing when the entire world is probably someone's imagination and I've already loved and lost probably fictional characters.

I glared at him, harder than I have ever glared at anything. He wasted no time in doing as Kaede said, cleaning up the shop, tending to the fire, bringing me food, running to other stores for supplies or to take orders, running the shop, or whatever else Kaede asked of him. I fall asleep somewhere between one blink and another and I was back in Michigan. That night clear in my mind. Him, coming out of nowhere, me screaming, me dying.

I woke to smaller hands than I was used to holding me and the taste of sawdust in my mouth. I pushed at their chest to get away and found myself free.

"Are you ok, Kushikimeka-chan?" a boy asked. I looked to see Ito's worried face and the smithy empty. Wiping at my cheeks, the tears a mark of my nightmare, I nodded curtly. Time to play the four year old. Ito looked lost and confused, same bro.

"Where's Kaede?" I asked quietly.

"Delivering some important equipment. It's just you and me right now," he stood and stepped over the gate. "Would you like a snack?"

"No, I want Kaede!" my voice gained volume and I gave the best pouty face I could muster, pushing away at my chakra, which swept through my body to calm me down.

"I told you, he isn't here right now, but he'll be back soon. Are you sure you don't want a snack?" he stood by the cabinet and opens it to have a look through. The bell rings as a man walks through. Tall ninja with spiky hair in a ponytail with a goatee and two scars above and below his eye and a jounin vest covering his torso and the laziest slouch I've ever seen. It had to be Shikaku. I've seen him here before, a nice guy who would rather be playing a game of shogi. This time however, two bundles of joy were with him.

Wait, two? I thought in cannon he only had a son? Shika… Shikamaru? Hmmm, then who's the other one? As he comes in, he sets them both into my pen and crouches down to talk to me.

"Hey there Kameyo-chan, how are you?" his chakra feels like velvet ribbon soft and ever rolling around something.

"Kaede isn't here," I said matter of factly.

"Oh?' he barely asked.

"Who are they?" I asked, slightly annoyed that others were in my space.

He hid his smirk well from a four year old, but I'm not that naive. "My twins, Shikamaru and Shikako. Can you say hello?"

I patted their heads, carefully. "Welcome to the pen, Shikas." Ha, it almost sounded like chickas. I guess that explains who she is, another reincarnated soul. From my favorite fanfiction Dreaming of Sunshine. But I would prefer this to canon, because she can change things for the better, while anyone else would only fuck it up. Hmmm, this should probably be the last time I talk to her. She can make things better, I'd only fuck it up. 'Good luck dear, you're going to need it, believe it.'