Summary: When Draco Malfoy died at the age of 24, he was not sure where he would end up. He did not know if his sins would result in him being dragged down to the fiery depths of hell, remanded to eternal purgatory, or if his reparations since the war granted him entrance to pearly white gates of paradise. What he definitely did not expect was to be reincarnated as a baby in a world where ninjas existed and magic was considered a figment of imagination.

A/N: This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I've read a few stories about people being reborn into the Naruto world and thought it would be interesting to see how Draco dealt with it, so I decided to give it a shot.

Chapter 1: Disturbing Realities

Draco jolted awake to immense pain wracking his entire body. As he became more aware of his surroundings, Draco could hear the sound of a woman's anguished screams and rapid fire talking in what sounded like a foreign language. The last thing he could recall was Luna turning towards him in slow motion, her face twisting in desperation as she attempted to prevent his death and then her eyes darkening as she realized that she would be too late to save him.

As the pain began to lessen, Draco quickly evaluated his situation. Luna, being the amazing witch that she was, must have somehow someway succeeded in saving him. As he realized that he was indeed alive, elation surged through him and the remaining pain became inconsequential.

What was a little pain when he has survived with his life intact? As much as he was looking forward to seeing his godfather, grandfather, and Vincent again, he would rather to spend as much time with his living friends and family as possible.

As Draco started to count his blessings, someone picked him up and began wiping him down. Noting that something felt off but eager to dismiss that in light of his survival, Draco opened his eyes. His stomach twisted and his elation started to dissipate. Oh Merlin. Something was wrong with his vision.

Instead of the perfect eyesight he had been blessed with, the world was a disorienting mass of distorted colors and out-of-focus figures. Was karma choosing this moment to bite him in the ass for all the years of teasing Potter for being blinder than a bat? If or when he fully recovered from this predicament, Draco vowed to not tease the visually impaired boy wonder at least the next few times he saw him.

Draco opened his mouth in an attempt to notify whoever was caring for him of his vision dilemma only to realize that something was blocking his air passage. His remaining elation gave way to panic and he froze. Only to be startled out of his panic by harsh smacks to his back and the feeling of fluid flying out of his mouth freeing the obstruction to his airways.

Startled by the pain and the sound of a baby crying, Draco prepared to ask to be moved to a different ward only to realize that HE was the baby that was crying. For the second time since waking up, Draco froze. He could vaguely feel himself being placed in someone's soft arms but his mind was a whirling mess of jumbled thoughts. Did I just witness my own birth? If I was reborn, why do I remember- How is this possible? Why did- unable to cope with the reality of being a baby and unwilling to contemplate what it meant for his chances of seeing his loved ones again, Draco decided to ignore his troubling thoughts for the time being and allowed the soft comfort being offered by this stranger, his new mother his mind unhelpfully supplies, to lull him to an uneasy sleep.

As Draco started to drift awake, the texture of his bed felt off. Instead of the soft plush pillow top mattress and smooth silk of his bed sheets, the sheets felt rougher and the mattress definitely felt firmer. Had he gotten drunk last night? He started to wonder where he was when the previous day's events flashed through his mind in rapid succession. He snapped his eyes open desperately hoping beyond hope that it was all an unpleasant nightmare and that he would see the comforting charcoal gray walls of his bedroom as the gentle morning light from the window streamed onto his bed only to see what appear to be bars lining the side of a wooden crib in a small bedroom.

Despite wanting to deny the truth of what has occurred, Draco started to feel the stirrings of hunger making him realize a new dilemma. While thankfully he didn't remember being breastfed the first time around, he was now an adult trapped in an infant's body. He definitely did not want to see his new mother's breasts, let alone be breastfed but he couldn't see any possible way of avoiding it.

He was an equal opportunity lover in what was now his past life but Draco didn't know if he would ever be able to look at a pair of breasts the same way after being breastfed and he rather liked breasts. The last rays of light from the sun disappeared and the moonlight began to cast a gentle glow over his mattress before Draco broke down, gave into the inevitable, and wailed loud cries of hunger calling his new mother to his side.

An hour after giving in, Draco was still attempting to block out what was arguably the one of most traumatizing ten minutes of his entire life, one that unfortunately he would be unable to escape until he was old enough to eat baby food.

Worse than the time he had walked in on Pansy and Millicent getting revenge on Theodore. He had taken one look at the elegantly raised eyebrow on Pansy's face, the vindictive parody of a grin on Millicent's face, and the situation Theodore was in before sharply turning on his heel and leaving as fast as he could without seeming like he was fleeing. There were times one stuck up for his dorm mates and other times when faced by vengeful females that it was every man for himself.

Pushing that incident out of his mind, Draco focused on his current dilemma. After being breastfed, he now knew that he would definitely NOT be able to look at breasts the same way. Hopefully by the time he was old enough to engage in such activities, he would either be successful in blocking out these traumatizing events or make his peace with forgoing women altogether. As he lay there contemplating how to best avoid lifelong trauma until he was old enough to eat baby food, he felt food coma slowly lulling him back to sleep and eager to avoid thinking too hard about his current situation, he didn't fight it.

Over the next several months, Draco vacillated between restless boredom stemming from confined to his wooden crib and wallowing in depression when he thought of his old life. Although his vision improved to once again be the perfect eyesight he had been blessed with in his previous life, there was only so many times one can stare at the same four walls without being bored out of one's mind.

As a baby and therefore having limited mobility and limited ways to pass the time, Draco couldn't help but think about his family and friends he had unwillingly left behind. The happy memories he had of his loved ones were often a double edged sword. While they helped to pass the time, they also simultaneously reminded him of all that he had lost.

The fact he would never see his mother's soft smile or his father's amused smirk again left a gaping hole in his heart. Just thinking about them felt like a werewolf was slowly raking his claws through his heart and tearing it into a billion pieces. While he loved both of his parents dearly, he missed his mother the most. Despite what people thought about his mother, Narcissa Malfoy was a loving and warm mother who had always been supportive of him no matter what. He missed basking in the warm sunlight on their favorite lounge chairs in the manor's rose garden, playing chess in the manor's library together on late nights when sleep eluded them both, and just spending time with her.

His new parents seemed loving and while they were technically his parents at the same time they weren't and it felt like a betrayal to his real parents to bond with these kind strangers. Nonetheless, Draco was unable to avoid forming a grudging affection for his new parents. They fed him, clothed him, and showered him with affection. Knowing how difficult newborn care could be from the few friends of his that had already married and began popping out children, Draco tried his best to be a reasonable baby. He cried when he needed food, to be changed, but other than that he tried not to deprive his new parents of sleep.

Sometimes, he got overwhelmed by thoughts of the past and the need for any kind of comfort surpassed the need for solitude to grieve. Those moments where he wept uncontrollably, his new mother softly sang lullabies as she rocked him or his new father gently rubbed his back as he bounced him until his crying subsided. Caring for an infant wasn't the easiest task especially for an infant that was wailing his lungs off.

It was during those moments where Draco was overwhelmed by the depression that had haunted him since his rebirth and his new parents comforted him that affection for them really flourished. It was hard not to form affection for people who earnestly tried to care for you as best as they could.

In between his need for solitude and bouts of hysteria during the first months of his infancy, one thing that he was able to ascertain was that he had been born into a Japanese muggle household. Try as he might, he was unable to locate any traces of any magical items or creatures. He was able to recognize the language and also the style of clothing his new parents were fond of wearing as Japanese. His parents were most certainly non-magical people but Draco still felt magic coursing through his veins.

He was no longer prejudiced towards non-magical people. However, he was glad that he hasn't lost his magic. After living with it so long, it had become an intrinsic part of him. Losing it would've been a deep blow. One he's not sure that he could have recovered from on top of losing everything and everyone else. Although his magic felt slightly different in this new body, it was still there and that was better than nothing.

At first, seeing the archaic style of clothing his parents and their friends wear worried Draco. He worried that he had somehow been born far in the past. Historically speaking, non-magical people reacted with extreme prejudice and violence towards those with magic. While some people might have said that he deserved it after the way he had treated muggleborns growing up, he had turned a new leaf since the war.

Luckily, he was able to recognize some of the modern muggle appliances that his parents had in their home so he was able to put some of his worries to rest. He still feared his parents' possible to reaction to his magic but he did not have fears of being lynched or burned at the stake. Besides worst come to worse, the Japanese ministry was bound to have laws in place to protect muggleborns from their wayward parents.

After months of wallowing, he now had something to look forward to. In around ten years, he will be able to learn to use magic again. Perhaps he would even be able to attend Hogwarts instead of whichever magical academy existed in Japan. The thought of being able to go to Hogwarts again helped soothe some of his anguish.

Speaking of Japan, Draco wasn't quite sure what area of Japan his new family resided in as he had spent most of the time since his birth indoors. He had been born sometime in the wintertime and wherever they lived was quite cold. His parents had carried him outdoors briefly for short walks but all he saw during these walks was snow in all directions. Even if he had seen whichever city was closest to them, he was unfamiliar with Japanese geography so he probably would not have been able to identify it by looks alone. Figuring that discovering where he was could come later, when he was able to read a map, Draco focused on trying to crawl and talk.

Keeping track of time as a baby was surprisingly difficult as the days started to mesh into one another. Each day he's fed, bathed, and played with. There were not any significant events that helped differentiate the different days. He was not well versed in a baby's developmental timeline so measuring time by his progress on crawling and talking was futile. The only measure for keeping track of the passing time Draco had was the changing seasons. He was born sometime during the winter. As it was summer now, it had been somewhere between six to nine months since his birth.

As summer changed to autumn, Draco was able to crawl proficiently. When he spoke, it started to sound closer to actual language than incomprehensible gibberish. Being able to crawl around definitely eased the boredom somewhat.

While he was still cooped indoors, he was able to explore his new home which was infinitely better than staring at the same four walls of his bedroom. He can't wait to start walking but his muscles had not developed enough for him to stand on his own two feet yet. He was getting close but he was not quite there yet.

One brisk winter day, his mother set him down in the living room after feeding him and he paused when he saw his father sitting in the living room playing a board game with his mother's best friend, Hikari. Usually by the time his mother set him down in the living room, his father had left to work. Hikari, Takeru, his parents' other friends whose names he didn't know, and his father also were all wearing nicer than usual clothes.

Upon exploring the living room, Draco found a pile of presents. Between the nicer clothes, the presents, and the rough estimation of how much time has passed, Draco was elated to realize that it must be his birthday. Inching closer to his pile of shiny wrapped presents, he was thwarted by his father chuckling and picking him up.

"Maa, mi-chan it isn't time for that yet," his father gently tapped Draco's nose as Draco grumbled in baby gibberish.

"So, Yoshirou has mi-chan said her first word yet? She seems pretty close to talking." Hikari asked as she tickled Draco. "She's always trailing after Tonomi, I bet you anything that her first word is going to be Kaa-chan. She's such a mama's girl."

His father's response to Hikari's teasing and all other noises faded to the background as Hikari's words she, her, and girl reverberated in Draco's head. He had a pretty good grasp of simple Japanese language and unless he had mixed up the feminine pronouns and the word girl… Hikari just referred to her as a female three to four times.

His parents had always referred to him as misaki-chan or mi-chan but he had assumed that it was a cutesy way of referring to a baby. His mind whirled as he thought back over the past year trying to find any indication that he was a male baby.

His parents always dressed him in gender neutral colors, so thinking about past outfits was no help. He had always zoned out during bath time because even though he was physically a baby, mentally he was adult. The thought of someone bathing him was unsettling. The sight of himself as a baby let alone as a naked baby was bound to disturb him so he had avoided looking in the mirror pre and post bath time.

He had not checked whether or not he was male because he had just assumed that he had been reborn as a male baby. Checking his memory thoroughly, Draco came to the conclusion that there was no definitive answer. Baby or not, he was not about to grope himself in the middle of a party nor drop his trousers even if he was able to get his onesie open. Besides with the dexterity he currently possessed… yeah that onesie wasn't going to be unbuttoned anytime soon.

Draco was jarred from his disturbing thoughts when he felt himself being placed in a high chair as his parents and their friends sang what Draco was assuming was some rendition of happy birthday. The gender quandary still unsettling his mind, he opened his mouth to cry so Tonomi would bring him back to his room when the subtle aroma of vanilla and sugar hit his nose.

Looking down, Draco spotted a small cake placed directly in front of him. Seeing the larger cake in the center of the table, Draco's eyes lit up with glee when he realized this small piece of baked amazingness was all for him.

Slowly inching his hand towards the delicious looking cake in front of him, his mouth watered in anticipation as he proceeded to grab and bring a handful cake towards his mouth. Stuffing the cake into his mouth, it was as if his taste buds were exploding from the delicious-ness that was cake. After a year of nothing but breast milk, his first piece of real food tasted like a slice of heaven.

As Draco devoured the cake, Hikari teased, "Did you see Misaki-chan's eyes after she had her first bite of cake? So cute! She definitely inherited your sweet tooth Tonomi."

"After having cake good luck trying to get her to eat and not fling baby food." Takeru commented grinning from ear to ear as the rest of the party laughed and Draco's parents groaned in unison at the thought.

Tonomi wiped Draco's face clean of the remnants of his birthday cake and set him down on the floor to wander as she cut slices of cake for everyone else. Draco was about to make a beeline for his presents but decided that the gender issue was more pressing. He tapped lightly on Tonomi's leg to get her attention. When that and several more taps failed to get her attention, Draco did the one thing that he knew would grab her attention and squeaked out, "Kaa! Kaa! Kaa-chan!"

Hearing Draco's first words elicited an excited squeal from Tonomi and a defeated sigh from Yoshirou as Tonomi scooped Draco in her arms and peppered his face with kisses. Hikari couldn't control her laughter as Takeru patted Yoshirou's shoulder consolingly and said, "Good thing you didn't take Hikari's bet, huh."

Yoshirou's face brightened from that and the realization that while tou-chan wasn't Misaki's first word there's no reason it couldn't be the second word.

Trying to cajole Misaki into saying tou-chan, Yoshirou was defeated when instead of responding Draco laid his head down on Tomoni's shoulder. Giggling at his crestfallen expression, Tonomi kissed Yoshirou on the cheek before leaving the living room and placing Draco inside of his crib.

Once his mother left the room, Draco steeled his nerves and slowly placed a hand above where a certain part of his anatomy should be. Draco gently patted the aforementioned spot and proceeded to... flip the fuck out. It was one thing to suspect that he had been reborn as a female; it was an entirely different thing to have one hundred percent confirmation.