Hey! So after I posted Tempest, I got 17 PMs basically saying that Ryu was boring and that they were hoping that I'd bring back Satoshi...so, here's another go at it.

Was there ever a time where you wish you could escape the world you live in? That you could do it over somewhere else? Well…that it crossed his mind before but he never thought it would happen, it seemed impossible but after waking up, he finds himself no longer himself but Satoshi. Follow Satoshi as he journey's the Naruto universe and learns more about himself and others. A/U. SI. OC.

(Satoshi)

What the hell? I though opening my eyes and found myself staring at a ceiling. I went to sit up but stopped, I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep myself from screaming at the excruciating pain that zipped up my abdomen and spine. My left hand flew to where the pain had originated from: my abdomen.

Clutching my stomach, I stilled my movements in fear of that pain returning. It hurt more than when I was eight and fell from the tree in my backyard, uncle told me not to climb it but I didn't listen. I never listen…

Taking a few calming breathes through my nose; I slowly opened my eyes again. They were stinging and slightly watery from the pain I felt earlier. I shot restricted glances around but I spotted nothing.

It was dark, almost pitch black, but there was light coming from somewhere that allowed my to see, even if just a little, meaning that it was night and there was a window either letting in the street light or the moonlight.

"Help." I called in a pathetic attempt but it was futile. Futile? What the hell? When did I start speaking like Borg from Star Trek? That was hella random. I couldn't help but think, despite my current predicament. Okay, focus, FO-CUS…why did that just like fu…never mind.

I knew what I had to do: man up and take the pain.

With that, I slammed my right hand on the space beside me with all the strength I could muster and then rolled myself over with a little push.

"Ah!" I screamed at the top of my lunges when I landed on my ribs causing my to close my eyes again. So it wasn't my stomach, I broke my ribs, duly noted.

I whined and withered on the ground, I don't know how long, but even when I slowly lifted my head and opened my eyes, I could see stars. Oh god, I'm delirious with pain.

That was just my luck, which was very shitty from the moment of my birth but that's entire different story.

Okay, focus!...serious! Did they think before they decided to make focus a word? It sounds entirely inappropriate…though it could be because my mind is completely corrupted and twisted, courtesy of my uncle.

Slowly, I got to my knees; my body was still shocked from the bold move of rolling myself over. After successfully getting to my knees, and doing a mental cheer, I got to my feet…only to fall back to my knees.

I bent over and began coughing. I covered my mouth until my coughing fit ended and when I pulled my hand away; I saw numerous red specks coating my palm. Red specks of blood.

I gulped down the bile that rose to my throat. Did I mention that blood made me queasy? Well, it does.

Pushing that to the back of my mind, I got back to my feet and moved my left hand so that my entire arm was wrapped around my abdomen. I looked around and saw that I was, what looked like, a kid's room. It wasn't my room, I'm fifteen, damn it!

What the hell is going on? Did I get into my uncle's drugs again and venture out doped up? It definitely wouldn't be the first time…and it probably wouldn't be the last. Well, it may if I don't make it out of here before I bleed out.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that there was a dent in the wall, also a little blood, right above where I got up. Did someone throw me into the wall?

Stupid question, I know, but I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt me, I'm a delight!

I faced forward and walked towards the door that looked as if it was thrown open. When I made it to the threshold, I put my hand on there and looked at it.

My mind went blank for a moment. Why the hell is my hand small? Okay, so it looks like I'm still running off of the drugs, that's the only explanation for my hand looking like that of a child's…and for the room, suddenly, looking bigger than it should at my height.

I walked out of the room but when I made it to the halls, I had to lean against the walls for support and push myself forward.

Fortunately, there weren't any stairs to this house and it was all on one floor. Unfortunately, what I saw in the next room wasn't what I was expecting.

On the walls, the furniture, the plants, the floors and even the tables were coated, dripping, in blood. Completely drenched as if someone tried to literally paint the walls with someone's blood. The blood was still trailing and dripping, it wasn't dry, so that meant this was very recent.

My eyes dropped down to the figures laying at the table and my heart stopped. The window wasn't blocked by the curtains and allowed the moon light in, the light was cast on the bodies.

It was a woman and man lying on the floor.

I felt a tug at my heart, at my being, and overwhelming impulse to walk over to them and check on them but I didn't. Though I wanted to give into the impulse, my feet felt to heavy for me to move and I was still leaning against the wall.

I didn't notice at first but my breathing had become erratic and heavy. Fear overwhelmed me. I was scared.

Did…did I do this? I wondered horrified.

That was all it took.

"Ah!" I let out a blood-curdling scream. It was so ghastly that it scared the hell out of me, even though I was the one screaming.

I screamed for a good two minutes before I heard a crash.

I jumped and watched as three men and one woman entered the room. Each of them was wearing masks and strange gear, very familiar masks and strange gear.

One stopped in front of me, the woman. This one had a mask I couldn't describe. Not because I couldn't tell what it was, it was obviously animalistic, but because my vision was blurry. Blurry with tears. But I did spot purple hair.

For a minute, the woman stared down at him with those empty black holes of the mask with three red stripes. Her stillness was eerie and made me anxious.

"Cat." That seemed to snap her out of her daze as another man walked up, he had four red stripes on his mask. He looked at me for a moment before turning back to her. "He looks in pretty rough shape, you should take him to the Hospital." He gestured behind him. "We'll continue to look for more survivors."

I gulped and tilted my head a little to look past him, the other two masked men were moving the bodies.

"Right." I heard and turned back to the woman. She kneeled in front of me and hesitated, I could tell because her shoulders tense before sagging, she removed her mask allowing me to see her face.

My eyes widened. This isn't possible; this has to be the drugs! This honestly can't be who I think it is.

Yugao Uzuki gave me a small smile. "Can you tell me where you're hurt?" she asked kindly.

Sorry, Yugao, I can't because you shouldn't be in front of me taking and because I'm going to pass out. With that, my vision faded black and I think I fell forward.

(Satoshi)

When I woke up, I woke up to the sound of a beeping machine.

I opened my eyes. It was blurry for a moment but my vision quickly adjusted. I blinked rapidly before glancing around.

A hospital room? I glanced at the machine beeping next to me and mentally nodded, a hospital room.

Luckily, the curtains to the window were closed but I could see some of the sunlight peaking through the blinds.

What the hell am I doing in the hospital? I wondered before sitting up. I winced at the pain in my ribs and like being slapped my superman, it all came back to me. Waking up a bloody mess, finding corpse in a living room, and Yugao Uzuki before I passed out.

I'm pretty sure that none of that actually happened and it was all a drug-induced hallucination. I chuckled a little, imagine meeting a Naruto character, I'm a anime obsessed freak but I'm not delusional.

I scratched my cheek and froze. I remembered something else…my hand, it looked like a child's.

Slowly, I moved my right hand from my face and into my line of sight. It was the same; it still resembled a child's.

Throwing the sheets from over my legs, I jumped from the hospital bed. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I almost fell to my knees but caught myself.

I ignored the pain in my ribs and looked around the room until I found a bathroom. I opened the door and locked it behind me before turning to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.

I stood in front of it, eyeing myself. Standing as my reflection was a child, maybe seven or eight years old, with spiky black locks, light olive skin, large onyx eyes and dressed in a hospital ground. His forehead was wrapped with bandages, along with his ankles and wrists. Basically, he kinda looked like a mummy.

Lifting my arm, I watched as the reflection repeated the same movement perfectly. I turned around, watching the reflection over my shoulder as it continued to repeat me, I jumped up and down.

It was denial.

But that's how the nurse found me, doing strange things to make sure that this was real. "Satoshi! You shouldn't be out of bed, you'll reopen your wounds!" she chastised.

It took me a moment before I realized she was talking to me. Satoshi? That isn't my name…I trailed off from my train out thought as I turned back to the boy's, my, reflection.

There were attributes I shared with the boy, though my hair wasn't spiky it was black, my skin was olive but my eyes…they were green but the eyes that was staring back at me currently weren't.

Satoshi was staring back at me. I am Satoshi.

This didn't make any sense and I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone but I'll do what I always do in the face of adversity, which could be one of the words on a long list of them to describe my life, go with the flow.

I turned back to the woman and was surprised to see that her face was red and frustrated.

It dawned on me that she must have been calling my name and I know that the only reason she didn't snatch me up was because I was in a child's body and injured. "Uh…yes?" I asked unsurely.

The woman huffed. She was kind of bland with dark brown hair pinned back in a bun and pale skin with the only standout feature about her being her grey eyes. "You need to get back to bed, you've been unconscious for three days and you still aren't fully healed."

I blinked. "And?"

The smile that grew on her face was completely faked and forced. She was irritated and trying to hide it, but failing miserably, her right eyebrow was twitching and her left hand was clenched around the clipboard, that I'm sure was about to snap under her anger fueled strength.

"I'll have to request for you to get back into bed while I report to the Hokage that you're awake and mobile."

T-the Hokage? Hiruzen Sarutobi? The Third Hokage? He was coming? I felt cold sweat break across my face and nodded. "All right."

After making sure that I got back into the bed and made me promise I wouldn't move, the nurse, whose name I learned was Sayuri, no last name, apparently she wasn't a nurse either but a Medical Ninja as she grabbed the white long coat from the back of the chair in the corner of the room and checked my body for wounds.

This is so surreal. I thought looking down at my hands again. My mind flashed back to when it was coated in my blood. I clenched it closed. What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything before the attack? Is it the drugs? Who were those people that were killed? What was going to happen next? What am I supposed to do now?

Well, the last question was obvious. Wait for the Hokage to get here.

And that's what I did…for what seemed like forever before that door opened.

Two masked men, a boar and mouse, ran into the room followed by a giant with a bandana tied around his head with a Leaf Village metal plate over the forehead and a scar diagonally across his face. He was clad in black with a long black trench coat.

His gaze settled on me and it sent chills down my spine. His gaze was so penetrating that I was sure he could read my mind.

He didn't say anything else before stepping aside and allowing a smaller figure to walk into the room.

My heart leaped into my throat as Hiruzen Sarutobi stopped beside my bed and sat in a stood, provided by one of the ANBU, he had a kind and grandfatherly smile on his face but there was something else behind those eyes. Sympathy, guilt and pity.

I kept my face in the awe that it formed when I saw the Hokage walk in because I wasn't sure if I would give anything away with my facial expressions. I didn't want to have to tell him about anything and deemed insane, despite that's how I feel.

I'm still not sure all of this isn't just a drug-induced hallucination but like any other time, I'll go with it.

"Hello, Satoshi." He spoke, his voice sent trembles down my body with how warm it sounded. It reminded me of my own grandfather.

I looked up into his eyes and gave a small smile. "Hello…Lord Hokage."

(END)

Hey everyone! This is my attempt at writing another self-insert if anyone read my other before I deleted this one but I actually plan to finish this one. It's my twelfth goal for this year.

Anyways, there's no much to say about this chapter as it's only introducing Satoshi into the series and realizing he's there.

At this point we see that he doesn't believe it's real and it's only a hallucination. That'll change soon.

Other characters will appear, some more important than others, but everyone has a place.

Tell me what you think of it so far! I'd love to hear everyone's opinions!