There are times in one's life, when it is appropriate to emit a high pitched scream and this was one of it. I was just glad that my dignity was not lost thanks to my current age and size. Let me explain to you why am I in distress.

You see, I am (or is it was?) a grad student, studying Electrical Engineering. But when certain events had occurred I ended up dying. And then all of a sudden I find myself in a crib looking at a symbol that I disliked with a passion of thousand suns.

I had no issues with my new parents being fans of anime. In fact, if I had ever gotten around to become one I probably would have been the same, what with displaying all the signs of my love for all the fandoms everywhere at home. So I had nothing against fans, what I did vehemently dislike was the fact that my parents were fans of Sasuke Uchiha from the anime Naruto.

Oh I knew that the boy suffered a lot, what with his elder bro killing his parents in front of him and trapping him inside an illusion to torture him. His bro did a number on him. But I disliked that character, a lot.

May be once I grew up I could convince my parents to join the Dark side, uh..., I mean Naruto's side. Why did it have to be Sasuke? Hell, they could have support Madara and I wouldn't have minded. Thank God it was not Sakura.

Things took an interesting turn when I realized that I had an older brother, named Itachi. Wow! my parents were really great fans. Although I think being named Madara and Izuna would have been better.

Well days were passing by, I started crawling quite early. I was glad that I was given a second chance at life, may be I could become an astronaut this time round, or may be even a doctor. That would be quite cool.

All my dreams came crashing down when one fine day my dearest brother carried me and took me outside and showed me the Mount Rushmore with four faces on it.

Only it wasn't Mount Rushmore and the four faces on it were those of the four Hokages.

~Cue screaming~

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