Title: Uzumaki Obito

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Time-travel Bullshit, Reincarnation(kind of), General Angst, Language

Pairings: N/A

Summary: Death just doesn't seem to want to deal with him, so instead he wakes up, in a much younger body, but also one that doesn't quite belong to him. With the expectation to fill the shoes of the child of prophecy Obito just wishes to know when he became fate's favourite chew toy.

Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own anything but the idea for this really. Masashi Kishimoto owns the Naruto universe, I'm just playing around with it.

Notes: Because I love the whole reborn genre by default. This just kind of had to happen, also the chaos that this will cause is freaking hilarious to imagine. Also I just really want to see this kind of story done well. I mean come on, body swapping or reincarnation into another character is awesome!

Obito's eyes opened and he blinked. A bit of blond drifted across his vision and he blinked again before he yelped and pretty much leapt from the bed he'd awoken in. Or he tried to, his legs got caught in the sheets and instead he ended up slamming into the hard ground, face first. At least that proved that he was alive, again. Why wasn't he dead yet? He'd sacrificed himself for Kakashi, for Naruto, for the world pretty much and yet here he was waking up. His eyes narrowed as once more blond fell into his vision, a sinking feeling settled into his gut and he pushed himself off the ground.

Searching around he soon located a mirror, taking a deep breath he stood and walked to stand in front of it. Closing his eyes and taking a single deep breath, before he opened them and stared at a familiar face. Except that it wasn't his face that was reflected by the silver surface. Messy blond hair, bright blue eyes, the three familiar whisker markings on round cheeks. His body froze and his jaw dropped open, the wrong reflection matching his expression. He felt like laughing, or screaming, or maybe doing both. It was wrong, but at the same time almost felt right.

He was Naruto. He was the Kyubi Jinchuriki, the Child of Prophecy. He wasn't dead. A hand rose to touch his face and the sinking feeling settled in the bottom of his stomach. A laugh rose up and burst out before he simply sank down and stared unable to really comprehend much beyond the fact that he was definitely not the right person for this job. And oh, he was going to have to face himself at some point in the future, knock some sense into himself, and deal with Kakashi as his sensei. This, this was not going to go well.

At least he seemed to have gained most of Naruto's memories, so he didn't have to worry about that. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before shaking his head. He'd simply have to deal with this, at least that was how it seemed. He quickly changed from the rather plain pajamas and into the kill-me-orange jumpsuit left on a chair before grabbing some cup ramen to eat simply because it was handy. As he consumed the ramen he looked around for a calendar to give himself a time-frame. Soon finding one, with a circled date, a familiar date. Orientation Day, so team assignments. At least he knew what to expect, a smirk wound across his face as he double checked his weapons pouch before leaping from the window and bounding towards the Academy.

He can spend some time figuring out everything later.

He felt bored, and there was nothing more to it. Sakura and Sasuke weren't exactly that much better off than him, but at least they could sit still. He simply squirmed in the seat that he'd chosen, and kept glancing up at the door looking for Kakashi. Waiting for hours on end was hard and he grew insistently more antsy the longer that they simply sat there. The fact that he knew something of the future, knew what his new destiny was did not help at all. His thoughts simply spun around in his head, making him want to move even more.

Eventually he gave up on sitting still and simply bounced around the room, before poking his head out the door and looking for Kakashi. The silver-haired ninja wasn't anywhere, he'd even checked the roof. It was not exactly comforting, even when he knew that his other self wouldn't harm the copy-nin, after all he'd had so many chances previously. But there was still an uncomfortable feeling in his gut, if he were now Naruto, wouldn't that change things? He shivered and darted back to the other side of the room and simply watched the door, before thinking to check outside of the window. Still no sign of Kakashi.

"Naruto sit down!" he looked over to Sakura, and really at this age he can barely find it in himself to take either her or Sasuke seriously. Not when he remembered them both as dangerous threatening enemies to the Moon's Eye Plan. Not when he remembered seeing her punch through a freaking cement wall without flinching, in fact that punch actually broke another wall along with the one she'd punched. But looking at her as she was now, he couldn't take anything that she done seriously. "Sensei will be here soon!"

He valiantly resisted the urge to snort and roll his eyes. That was not likely at all, not with Kakashi still deep in depression over his death... Obito's death. That caused him to feel vaguely guilty, and kind of confused, because how was he able to affect Kakashi to such a degree, they had barely even counted as friends really. Not unless you squinted, he took a deep breath and clenched his fists before moving. He moved and out of pure boredom slipped a chalk duster atop the door frame. He ignored Sakura's shout, along with Sasuke's grunt before jumping back and simply sitting on one of the desks.

He didn't have to wait long before Kakashi poofed into existence on the other side of the door. It opened slowly, the duster fell and with a cloud of white there was the lazy silver-haired nin standing in the doorway looking at them. It was kind of intimidating and Obito wilted a bit beneath the stare of his once(and future?) team mate.

"My first impression of you guys... You're all idiots." Obito blinked, Sakura growled and Sasuke bristled. The silver haired ninja sighed before simply adding "Meet me on the roof" and then poofed away. Obito doesn't even think of hesitating before he moved and raced to the roof. He could have ran up the wall, or used shunshin, but running there seemed to make it more real. That and it gave him a few moments more to mentally prepare to face Kakashi again.

Not that he needed them. Not really and he sat down in front of the copy-nin, his legs crossed over as he looked up at the achingly familiar figure. He almost wanted to ask whether Kakashi had ever heard of something like this happening before, but he swallowed the questions and merely sat there quietly and listened to the introductions that were shared. When it was his turn he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto." he paused and tried to define what he liked at this point, it was much harder than it should have been really. Much harder especially with the conflicting thoughts and feelings that simply swirled in his mind. "I like ramen and pranks, and orange..." he knew that much at least. "I dislike waiting around for extended periods of time, traitors and..." he trailed off at the end before simply rushing on "Hobbies... Well I have a garden, and pranks I guess." He took a deep breath and mustered up the amount of enthusiasm that he held in this body, in this presence, as Naruto there seemed to be quite a lot. "My goal, My dream is to someday surpass even the Hokage and earn that hat!" even if he felt much like blanching at the prospect of all that paperwork.

It was still his dream, his goal and this time he promised himself that he'd reach that dream.

If only because it was also Naruto's dream. Naruto... who's body he now inhabited. And it would be expected of him to be that boy. So he swallows down his instincts to be different, to be who he knows that he is and he pulls up a mask.

A new one.

Time for a new performance.

It's time for him to be Uzumaki Naruto. And he grinned, just like a fox at his new sensei and team mates.

"Just you BELIEVE IT!"