The sensation of a conscious birth was very frightening.

Everything trembled and the world seemed to push and pull as voices pounded through a muted barrier. She could physically feel her infant body being moved from the uterus to the birth canal and suddenly she was being squeezed. Suddenly she was sent rushing head first towards the light blooming before her closed eyelids and boom, she was born.

The voices were louder now, closer to her sensitive ears and - sweet relief! - fingers were pushing their way into her mouth and she can finally taste the air.

But with one inhale the screaming started and it had a mind of its own.

It was loud and shrill and it signified to those around that she was a healthy child. They all sighed in relief and offered the mother soft congratulations, but her? She was only thinking of the pure impossibility of the situation. About how one could go from dead to alive and wailing all due to a simple shift of location.

Or rather, a not so simple shift considering she just exited out of a VAGINA but semantics!

And also - not to be that person - but when in the world did reincarnation become a real thing?!

"What will you name your child Sasana-hime?" She heard a sad sounding female voice ask and trying not to focus on the use of "your" and "child" - because the last time she checked her mother wasn't alive and named Sasana thankyouverymuch! - she managed to stifle her wails to a hiccuping sob and listened.

The woman she couldn't see yet hummed lowly before she was brought closer into a circle of warm arms. A single delicate but shaky finger ran a path along her small nose, down her cheek, and under her chin as she gave a jolt at the touch.

Unwillingly finding comfort from the stranger this body recognized as "mother" and "protector", she felt herself relax and quiet completely, head resting on her chest where the erratic beating of her heart lay.

"Kaname," The woman finally said, grip slackening at a frightening rate. "Hyuuga...Kaname."

Feeling shock and fear rip through her as she tumbled from the woman's hands she let loose a screaming cry, completely disregarding the nimble arms that caught her. The women were shouting now and it didn't take a genius to decipher the situation.

Her "mother" was dying from complications from the birth. The resigned but determined tones of the nurses voices told her that they knew and anticipated this, and despite her innocence in this situation she felt horrible.

Everything from there passed in a blur, she had been shifted from hold to hold until her uncontrollable newborn emotions reared their ugly head and she cried. And cried, and cried until she was finally settled in a pair of arms that didn't leave her chafing in irritation.

Firm fingers supported her frame and her head was cradled in the crook of a neck. A soft gentle tapping in tune with the tattoo of the mystery person's heartbeat calmed her faster than she didn't know what.

Blinking cotton filled, unseeing eyes she blubbered quietly and listened to the baritone voice coo her to sleep.

"Rest Kaname, morning will be here soon."

Once again, her infantile instincts took control and she quickly found herself sinking into unconsciousness.

Props to the man with the Morgan Freeman voice for hypnotizing her to sleep.

Childhood for the first few months or so, was like living in fast forward. She couldn't distinguish between day and night, couldn't hold her bowels or feed herself, and quite frankly she was glad she couldn't remember.

It must have been horrible.

Thank God whatever had kept her aware in the beginning hadn't worn off until now.

A child's body had a plethora of baser emotions ranging from hungry to irritated and she was lucky the worst of it was over. But there were downsides to regaining her consciousness and they were pretty big.

Like being forced to willingly use the toilet on herself, letting someone else wipe her bottom, and getting stuck with baby food.

Watching her caretaker - who was also her grandfather - munch on crisp, delicious, whole foods while she could do nothing but gaze on in longing was pure torture. Especially since he didn't share, stingy old man that he was.

Oh, and let's not forget when she figured out that the Hyuuga she was apart of was, in fact, the Hyuuga clan of Konohagakure. And where does the Leaf belong? Why, in the Naruto world of course!

It had been a pretty lax day and Ryuichi - or grandfather - had decided take a walk with her through the village. She has been pretty pumped up because being the slightly sheltered child that she was, Kaname had never even seen outside of a window before today. So taking a stroll in the nice sunny town sounded fantastic.

Now she only wished she had thrown a fit and stayed inside.

Cuddled in her grandfather's arms as people smiled and bowed, offering a "good morning Ryuichi-sama" while giving Kaname a soft coo of appreciation said girl was eyeing everything.

Oh and for those wondering her grandpa was indeed a branch member but he was THE branch member, as in the head of the lesser fraction. She was pretty sure everyone thought that the main branch were super invested in managing all the branch family problems or something but that was just stupid.

Not even on a good day would the main family handle something they could have the branch family dealing with instead. It was all about priority.

Peering around she gabbed in her broken eight month old tongue in a series of "hi's", "bababa's", and "oh's" - too excited to focus on her correct pronunciation.

Chuckling lowly her grandfather patted her head in amusement as Kaname beamed at him in accomplishment.

But in the next second her little bubble was popped.

In the middle of her frantic and happy perusal of the new environment her eyes caught sight of something off in the distance that by all means shouldn't exist.

A large mount Rushmore like structure with three faces on the front.

She snorted and shook her head in disbelief.

Haha, if Kaname didn't know any better and it had four heads instead of a trio she would think that the mountain was the-

"Hokage monument." Her grandfather hummed contemplatively, following her line of sight and she blanched.

"It's the landmark of the village." He informed her as if she was curious and clueless, which to him she guessed she was.

Lifting a hand to point at the heads from left to right, he named them.

"Senju Hashirama the Shodaime." He addressed moving to the second face.

"Senju Tobirama the Nidaime." Finally ending on the last one he sounded a bit prideful.

"And Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Sandaime, the God of Shinobi."

Taking a few seconds to digest it all, it wasn't a moment too soon when she burst into tears. Which she didn't stop even when they had reached home and that hideous, damning stone carving was out of sight.

So here she was staring at herself in the full length mirror wondering why she had the face of a Hyuuga, the hair of one, but not the eyes or the skin.

Squinting her black peepers she watched her reflection do the same.

If she was going to be shoved in a life of war and death she would very much appreciate having a kick ass dojutsu to sweeten the sour deal, but apparently no dice.

And with that very distinct brown touch to her skin, Kaname looked even more different.

She had even asked her grandfather about her abnormalities a while after her nerve shattering revelation why and got a simple "your grandmother wasn't a Hyuuga and neither was your father."

And when she inquired about her mother's eye status he told her that "she inherited the Byakugan and my wife's weaker blood skipped past her and grew stronger in you".

But man was she peeved about that, thanks Gram Gram for screwing her over (though as for her father - eh, it is what it is)! So basically she was gonna be an outcast in her own family, just great. AND she had already shown her "intelligence" so there was no way out of the shinobi life.

Only thing she could think to do was grow as strong as she could as fast as she could because let's face it. She was already a disgrace to the Hyuuga and they weren't going to let her shame them anymore by not pimping her out to the ninja.

Pouting she blew up her cheeks and crawled towards the door that was left ajar. She had taken to roaming wherever she felt like it and to accommodate her new found traveler's spirit, her grandfather had left every entrance and exit open.

After trying to push open the million pound door, she decided to call for help because her not yet a year old muscles didn't have the power to do much else but helplessly smack at the frame.

"Ryu!" She crowed, waiting for her personal transportation system to arrive and whisk her away. "Ryu! Ryu! Ryu! Ry-ah?"

The sound of footsteps halted her chant and she stared upwards, arms lifted in preparation. But it wasn't her grandfather who walked in and hefted her up, oh no.

Staring into the pair of white eyes before her and the other off to the side, she gaped.

"Hello little one." He said in a calm, friendly voice and Kaname wanted to smile but the situation didn't call for it because holy sweet love on a sponge mattress it was the infamous twins.

Hyuuga Hiashi and Hizashi.

Edit: 3/19/16