Hey Guys! Okay so this is my first fic that's in FIRST PERSON! It's something that makes me cringe a bit, but this story kind of works with it.

I absolutely LOVE Self-Insert fanfictions and so I decided to give my own a shot. With the series being over all the information is ripe for the taking and fanfictions are popping up left and right.

THIS IS NOT A NORMAL OC SI FIC! I'm actually pretty sure this concept hasn't been done before (correct me if I'm wrong!) and it's been scratching at my brain for the past few weeks.

Also please keep in mind I do not have a BETA so if there are errors please let me know!

So without further ado... Please enjoy!

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Is it really Death?

Darkness. All consuming, no room to breathe—let alone think—obscurity that had you wishing for the barest form of light just to have something to focus on. That is what I experienced after my death.

Is it death if the conscious still remains?

Either way—it definitely wasn't the "pearly gates" or "fiery pits" they tell you to expect.

I was a normal person, nothing special about me at all. I was the cliché girl who dressed in black and watched anime in her free time. Just started college for my Art Degree and was dancing around a relationship with a guy who was too good for me.

It's funny how things can change so fast.

A stupid idea to go hiking in the mountains for my photography final, expecting to be home by dinner, but never showing up because apparently rocks take to moving on their own. (Don't let anyone tell you that landslides are fun… they're not. Especially when you're caught in one.)

Whenever people would talk about death they would make it seem so simple… Heaven or Hell those are your choices. But I wasn't a seriously religious person and I'm pretty sure this is where it's coming to bite me in the ass.

Have you ever read a story about becoming someone else? About dying and being reborn into a world unlike your own?

I have.

I'm starting to wonder if that's what put me in this situation. If my incessant need to read Every. Single. Fanfiction. That was written about it somehow triggered the anomaly that is my current life.

Don't get me wrong, not being dead is great! It's freaking fantastic even… if only it wasn't in this way. Having a conscious mind, but no body to do anything with sucks majorly.

Back to the darkness though.

I wasn't sure how long I had been consumed by it—time seemed to just disappear—it grew to be especially cramped as well… but eventually it started to shift and I saw 'the light.'

You can probably guess what happened next. I'll spare you the gory details… but there's a reason the human mind isn't supposed to remember birth.

Afterwards is a bit of a blur—literally I couldn't see anything—being passed off from one person to the next… I'm going to assume doctors and my new 'parents' while trying not to panic because everything was buzzing.

Literally everything around me was giving off this feeling like a constant buzzing in the background. I'll be honest, it was scary, and despite the fact that I had the mind of a fully functioning adult my body was realistically a newborn baby.

So, cold and desperately afraid, I did the only thing that seemed appropriate at the time…

I cried.

I continued my wailing until something was pressed into my mouth, and what I assumed was milk washed down my throat. It was at this point that I realized just how hungry I was and I drank like someone who hadn't drank in months—which in reality, I hadn't.

By this point I didn't even care if it was breast or bottle that fed me as long as I was getting fed.

Skip ahead some time and you'll find me in the place I'm supposed to call home for the foreseeable future. I'm leery at calling these strangers my new family, the depression over the loss of my old one hitting me quite hard. I'm quiet the next few days as I come to terms with the fact I'll never see them again.

I'm sure I worried my caretakers, having your baby go from screaming to deathly quiet is sure to do that to anyone.

After I came to terms with my rebirth a week had already gone by. I can honestly say it was one of the most frustrating weeks of my entire (past?) life. Not being able to do something as simple as lift my own head had me going nuts.

There also was this horrible itching just beneath my skin that my little baby hands just couldn't seem to scratch.

It didn't help that the buzzing was still there and the people that brought me into the world spoke a completely different language! I'm pretty sure it was Japanese… if only because I recognized some of the words from subtitled anime I'd watched.

Being reborn Asian isn't the worst thing that could happen to me.

I got used to my—still blurry—existence and became comfortable in the routine it had become. It went along the lines of wake up, get fed, be put down next to squirming bundle (I recently found out I was a twin… pretty cool), listen to random japa-babble from caretaker A or B (still not comfortable with calling them my parents), and so on and so forth.

Week three brought about clearer vision! I first noticed it when I woke up next to the lovingly dubbed 'squirming bundle' that is my twin, and saw their features for the first time. They had dark hair and a pale-blue eye color. I wasn't sure if that was just temporary coloring or permanent though.

However, I can safely assume I have the same at this time.

I also realize my twin is a girl—which means I have a sister! That is a relief because having a brother, while cool, would make girl-time weird.

The first time I set eyes on caretaker A I didn't automatically suspect anything was wrong. I assumed her to be the woman who birthed me and also came to the conclusion that she is quite beautiful. She has long dark hair and light eyes.

It took a few times for me to notice the problem.

This woman's eyes weren't just light, they were lilac purple and had no pupil. At this point a freak out was eminent, because it was eerily similar to the Byakugan.

But that's impossible because the Byakugan is just fictional.

It wasn't until I saw her husband that I knew, without a doubt, that my world had just come crashing down around me. Barely alive in this new existence and I have the closest thing a baby can have to a panic attack.

The pink haired doctor that came to check on me when my caretakers freaked out was even more proof.

Yes. Caretaker B, the man who gave me life into this new world is none other than Uzumaki—freaking—Naruto.

I was reborn into the Narutoverse.

I was given a second chance… only to be born far too late to do anything at all.

OKAY! So this is the end of the first chapter.

Please review and let me know what you think… anything you want to say about it? Hate it? Love it? Let me know!

This Chapter has been edited.

I will try to get a new chapter up every week but College makes it difficult to write XP

Anyway 'Till Next Time!

Ja 'Ne!

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