I finally did it. 9/10/16

I do not own Naruto

Chapter 1

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I'd like to think I have a way with words, but I don't. So in the very simplest of terms, I died. Just like that.

Doesn't sound very... inspiring, does it?

I don't remember how it happened; the when, where's and why's continue to escape me, and to be perfectly honest with you, this doesn't bother me. Among other things that I cannot recall, that would basically include the majority, if not all, of my life. Well, my past life, because this one was a new one. Never did think reincarnation and rebirth was real. Until now that is.

I was curious, y'know. I mean – I still kind of am? How could I not want to know what I did in my past life. All I had, all I remembered was knowledge – how to ride a bike, climb a tree, the ABC's, even the entire lyrics of a son. What I didn't have, however, was the memory of doing these things. With who, when, why, where? Nada.

But – it wasn't that important, not really. Whereas my curiosity for my past life dwindled, my eagerness to know and learn about this one grew.

The best word I can think of to describe it is different. And not little differences, like, oh would you look at that? My hair, it's black now! – okay no, it had always been black, that was a stupid example. The differences between this life and my past were not levelled to simply looking different as that was bound to happen, after all. I hadn't been expecting to look exactly as I did.

No, what made this life so different to the last wasn't scaled to my appearance or where and when I was born. No, it was... world-scale. Maybe even universal-scaled, because you know what?

I might've not known a lot of things about my past, but I was absolutely sure that Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaf, the largest or will be largest village in all of Fire Country, was a piece of fiction.

As in, not real. Made up. Created. Written in a story.

But here I was, born as Tomoko, living in that very same village, same country, same world, carrying a small, little bundle of what was a very peaceful and definitely wide awake baby.

For someone who had a major stick up their ass; was a thorn in basically everyone's backsides; the monster that stalked the nightmares and lives of an indefinite amount of children, Orochimaru was a cute baby.

A very real baby.

Getting this older sister thing right couldn't be that hard, could it?