I don't own any of the characters or cover. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto except my own OC and the cover belongs to 月森うさこ. Please enjoy the story and support the official release…

(A/N alright this is my first crack at an OC fic. I know theres a ton of these out there and there might be some similarities but I'll try to give this OC some depth. Honestly, I started this fic more out of a desire for a change of pace. I prefer writing romance so yeah... You know how well this is gonna turn out... As for the OC I guess she's kinda based off Ange from Cross Ange, Youko from Twelve Kingdoms, and me to some extent. Just be prepared to hate the OC as she stumbles around like a chicken without a head and wines like a baby for a bit. It gets better, I promise...)

Chapter 1: A Second Chance Or A Cruel Joke?

3rd POV

August 18 20XX

It was a raining in Tokyo that day. Perhaps it was to be expected, this was a tragic day for a certain family. "Today, we are here to remember the memories of Akane Hatori…" stated the priest as friends and family of the recently deceased looked on.

"What did sis do to deserve this? She just graduated from high school! She had a life to live!" bawled a young girl, who looked as if she was on middle school.

"I don't know… but I'm sure Akane is in a better place now…" replied the girl's mother as she watched the casket of her eldest daughter be lowered into the ground.

"Really?" asked the young girl who took her eyes off the coffin for the first time in hours.

"Yes, I'm sure she's looking over both of us right now…"

Normal POV

Where am I? Was I dead? I thought to myself looking around the darkness around me. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to believe this was all a bad dream. But the no matter how hard I try, my last moments haunted me like a lasting reminder...

I had just graduated from high school and got myself a job at bookstore. Admittedly, I did want to go to go to an arts school in America but my family didn't have enough money… I wasn't stupid by any means, but I certainly wasn't smart enough to get myself a scholarship. That was me, average. I didn't excel and I didn't lag behind, besides art of course. Although I couldn't really complain, the job was quite nice. I had nice pay, good coworkers and I think I was developing a crush on one of them. Plus, no need to work overtime, and I got to read all the manga I ever wanted. The only caveat, was the fact I had to clean up and lock the place up at 11pm. I thought I could handle a simple task like that. I wasn't the most responsible person but I could follow a few simple instructions. Oh, how was I wrong…

"What in the world do you want from me you psycho!" I screamed as the mad man with a knife in hand rushed towards me.

Not receiving an answer, I decided to make a run for it. I screamed for help, but in the dead of night no one was around to hear my cries for assistants.

Damnit why did I have to accept the job?! Why didn't I just listen to mom and got that waitress job!

As these thoughts flowed through my mind, I felt a sharp pain.

I was stabbed…

I collapsed to the pavement as the mad man continued to plunge his weapon into my body. The pain was excruciating as I felt him stab me thirteen more times. The first three were the worst things I've ever felt. Even more so than the car accident I found myself in at the tender age of eight.

"Argh! P-please STO-" I yelled but knew nobody heard me.

I didn't even think the psycho heard me either. Instead he just kept plugging his knife into my body. I tried to struggle, I really did, grabbed onto his wrists in fact. Unfortunately, I was a weak… both mentally and physically.

Soon, I found myself giving up, but I still tried struggling like the idiot I was. I was going to die, but I didn't want to die. Funny how human instincts worked… It was hopeless, but at the same time I hoped. I was screaming at the top of my lungs till I couldn't scream any longer. Still, in the depths of my mind, strength began to falter.

Nobody was coming…

I can't fight this maniac…

I was already on deaths doors…

Finally, it was those thoughts that broke the camels back. Moments later, the contested blade once again found itself lodged into my flesh. That, was when I gave up…

When the stabbing resumed, I could just feel the cold steel blade plunge in and out of my body once more. The sound of knife slicing through human meat rang throughout my ear… The pain was so distinct, I could count how many time that blade entered my body.

Eventually though, I could barely feel them… or anything else for that matter. As I lay dying, I thought to myself how could this happen? What did I ever do to deserve this? I guess I would never find out, as I died from blood loss shortly after.

And that is how the tragic tale of Akane Hatori came to a sudden end… Even now, I asked myself why? But nothing came to mind. I just wished I could have done more with my life.

I wanted to get married, move on from the bookstore, study in America, I don't know, maybe visit Europe at some point.

Still, why me of all people. Out of all the people in the world it just had to be me… Was I that unlucky? I didn't want to believe that, I refused to believe that. Was something so trivial as a dice roll in the game of life really what ended my play-through short. I wanted to cry, I wanted to punch something, kick something. I was mad, in denial.

"Doctor I think the baby is moving!" grunted a lady's voice past the darkness.

"That fine, it's completely normal. Just push!" cried another, presumably another woman.

Voices? Baby? Whats happening?

"Thats it, push! You're doing great." coached the woman.

I was completely lost until it dawned on me. This was child birth… Was I being reincarnated? Impossible, it's flat out impossible… Sure I've read plenty of novels and manga with a reincarnation scenario. But that was fiction… right?

But it didn't matter what I believed was fiction or not… it's actually happening.

looking up, I saw a light and every waking moment it got closer. The second my new 'mother' plopped me out, I immediately looked around. I wanted to know where I was, how much time had past, and everything else a reincarnated person would want to know. I knew I was somewhere in Japan because the doctor and mother spoke Japanese, but where.

Why in the world is everything made out of wood? What time period am I in?!

Everything from the floor to the roof was made of wood. Not the drab white walls I was so familiar with from modern Japan.

Was I not in a hospital?

Trying to calm myself down, I rationalized that I was born to a poor family in the countryside or this was a home birth. However, my hopes were dashed when I saw a certain tapestry hanging on a nearby wall.

Oh no… I thought to myself as my mind tried to comprehend what I was seeing.

The tapestry in question was of an Uchiha fan from Naruto…

Was I born into the world of Naruto?

No, impossible. That's something that would happen in fiction. No not even, this could only happen in something like fan fiction… Right?

Now, I crossed my mental fingers that my family was just a Naruto fanatic. Enough of one that they were crazy enough to hang something like the tapestry in their living room. I was just a normal girl born to a maybe not so normal family in the country side. I was definitely not where I thought I was.

"Congratulations it's a beautiful baby girl, do you have a name?" asked the doctor handing me over to my new mother.

The second I saw her sweaty and exhausted face, my mind went to one word that described my situation.

Why…

I really wanted to curse, believe me. But I just couldn't bring myself too… I just felt so defeated right now.

"Yes, her name is Aya. Aya Uchiha," smiled my new mother as her eyes swirled with the Sharingan.

Why did this have to happen to me! I thought to myself as I began the closest thing a baby could to hyper ventilating.

I was having a panic attack…

This was bad. First, I was placed in the Naruto world! A place where murder and death is common place! Second…

I was going to die. Just like last time, I was going to die… I might not even die from a knife. I was going to be blown to smithereens by a paper bomb! Or I was going to be decapitated by a wire trap! Or worse, I could be burned alive by fire ninjutsu! This reincarnation is just some cruel sick joke…

"Doctor what's happening!" cried a younger voice but I was barely paying attention anymore.

"I'm not quite…" started the doctor but at this point I was just concentrating on breathing.

I was going to die again…

(A/N Okay I'll admit this was pretty standard and uncreative. But at the very least you get some idea of what this OC will be like for a bit, a really sarcastic pessimist. Just stick around for the next three chapters and hopefully I'll sway some opinions. BTW the Uchiha are still screwed in this fic. Don't expect this OC to change anything anytime soon, not until the start of part one...)

Last edit: November 18, 2019