I know none of you are reading this but know in ten seconds the sun will explode and in a few minutes, we will all die in a fiery explosion. Not yet anyway, that's in a few more years. ;) Think about the bright side, none of us will be alive to see this happen. Shout out to Tsukino_sama for the most comments on the last chapter.

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When I woke up, I was in a mouth. It was pink everywhere! Personally, I don't care about pink; don't like it, don't love it. However, everything was in it.

"What. The. F**ck." I shouted out in rage. To my horror, my voice was high pitched and feminine.

Bursting put in a run I quickly looked for a mirror. On the far left of this mouth-room, I found it. Standing in front of it I looked into my reflection.

I was a girl! A little girl! I brushed my fingers through the spiky ash blond that felt like silk. I had the appearance of my mother when she was young except with slightly longer hair. My ruby red eyes were mixed with some color that gave them a red-pink appearance. I was maybe perhaps three or four with the fattest cheeks I have ever seen. Chubbier than that Uranka chick.

I started in shock for what seemed like hours until flashes of colors assaulted my vision. Sitting quickly down on the floor I was experiencing someone else's memories.

The most notable one was who armed like this kid's mother. She looked exactly like mine and even acted like the old hag of mine.

What was going on? The last thing I remembered was-. My, no this little girl's, face paled at the memories.

I ran out of the door looking through the memories that don't belong to me to the restroom. I had to slightly jump up to reach the door nob and I slammed the door open and threw myself over the toilet.

My eyes watered as my body convulsed dry heaving. Tears ran down my face along with snot going out of my nose. I scratched at my throat as I struggled to breathe.

I don't know how long I stand in that pathetic position but I do know it was over an hour.

Shakily I got up from my position and wobbled out of the restroom with my legs that were half asleep.

Try to get my sh*t together I went through the memories again to draw out more information. The newest bits were...

1. The people here didn't have quirks but did shady things such as murder and torture of suspicious people.

2. They could walk on walls.

3. This was a f***ing anime.

4. I had to refer to myself as the girl and accept the fact that I don't have a penis anymore. If I don't do this my life would be over once they catch on to my act.

5. Finally, my mother was an old hag in any universe.

Suddenly my body got the chills and a dark sarcastic voice boomed inside of my head. Killer intent poured out in every direction as I was drowning in it.

"Hello, midget. I am Abeona, the god of outward journeys. It seems that you interrupted a co-worker of mine and we had to fairly get rid of you. Due to the darkness of this universe, we enrolled you as a civilian-born child and gifted you with a sense of familiarity. To ensure your survival we have given you some abilities that you will have to master one after another. One of which is a large amount of concealed chakra. The next one will give you a calm rational mind which let's face it, you don't have. This mindset will dull negative emotions such as grief and nervousness, only those two for now. I don't want you to end up as Thanos. Your welcome for that. Do try to survive the next five years without looking suspicious and I will give you another ability as a reward for not getting me on Kami's dark side. On the bad side, your body in your homeworld is dead along with everyone else. This is your new life now. Have fun!"

After the last sentence, the voice left my mind and the killer intent was freed from my body. I wanted to cry, scream, blame the gods but all I could do was sit there and try to wrap my head around all of it.

Everyone I knew was dead and gone. I would never see them again or even know what killed them.

I was cursed here because I saw something I wasn't supposed to see.

Abeona isn't someone I can trust. He was completely unfeeling and seemed to enjoy ripping my life from right out from underneath my feet.

The world I'm in now is a darker place. I watched the anime after all. Naruto. A world where war happens every Saturday and where children are considered worthless weapons that have no meaning other than to serve the higher ups.

Out of all the universes, I could have been put in I was put in this one. I actually wanted to cry and pull a Deku but I couldn't feel any sadness. I tried to pull the emotion deep from inside of me but it wasn't there. I couldn't weep for the ones I have lost, just that thought alone made me think I was a monster.

Instead, almost forcefully my mind made me think about how I was going to act this out. My mother was going to be here in a few hours (why she would leave a four year by herself is questionable) and all I have done was cry and meet a god. Knowing that I had to start planning my future out I walked back into mouth-room, opened a drawer and pulled out a hot pink notebook.

First things first, writing down all my memories from my old life and making money. I knew I was going to be copywriting so many people and songs but their all dead so it belongs to no one now.

I guess it's a good thing I know English or else my mother would be questioning how I wrote all these songs. I'll just tell her that it's my own secret language I've been working on and let her think I'm weird.

My eyes opened in shock as I realized with sick horror that I've been way too comfortable with what happened to me. Yet, I continued to look for a pink pencil in my room to go further along with my plans. Why wasn't I worried? Is this because of the calm mind I was gifted with?

Finally finding a pencil I walked into the kitchen to sit at the table only to notice how short I was. I hate you child-legs. I climbed up a chair and heaved myself onto the seat.

Opening the book I started with my childhood memories. How it felt to have others looking up to you and how powerful my quirk was.

I paused in my writing. My quirk! Is it still here? I opened my hand and thought about making a small explosion that was more smoke than anything else.

To my utter happiness, it worked! I still had my quirk that no one else in this world had. Now, is that a bad or good thing? I decided not to show off in front of these extras as I did last time until I'm strong enough to defend myself against assassins or Elders that would force me to sleep with as much woman as I can for military power.

With more cheer, I continued on my autobiography wondering if I should publish it as a fictional book so that more people could remember my last life, even if they won't think of it as real.

I wrote about Deku's and I friendship and how I bullied him for having no quirk. How Deku never seemed to give up and how he admired me. I included the things I said and the actions I would do. I wrote about my mother and how we would knock heads and our behavior with each other. Finally, I wrote about our dreams to be heroes.

Finally, stopping the book at the end of the first year at high school I decided to publish it later and see how much the readers like it before starting on the next one.

Writing this filled me with peace and nostalgia. How I wished I was still at home instead of this cold-hearted place.

Jumping down from the chair I ran back to my room to grab a few extra notebooks so that I can continue to copyright everything I can remember from my world. I was going to make so much money it wasn't even funny.

Smirking at the thought I began copying love songs and some death metal.

I was so going to become rich and famous.

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Soooo, what did you guys think? Any ideas you'd like to contribute? Future friendships or relationships? Should Boom Boom Baby be Rookie of the Year or the class dead last?