Hey Its Author here. I posted this story on my Quotev... where I first started writing this. It starts out ok but gets better I promise. So don't worry if you have seen this before on quotev. that is me! I hope you enjoy this fanfic.

This is a fanfic based around the idea of a person being re-born into Naruto and what would change if they gain the will to do something to change the world even if they aren't a savior and not cower away from the potential they could have. It is x various so it doesn't have one main love interest for the most part for those of you who hate Sasuke or Naruto or whatever. Even though it is a romance, Romance is not the main point, it is a slight romantic comedy mixed in a heavy action and adventure fanfic. Enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Have you ever daydreamed about being kidnapped or held at gunpoint, some kind of life or death situation that you somehow found yourself being the hero and saving everyone while ingeniously defeating the bad guy. I lived in that situation...but like the borderline mediocre human I am...it didn't end in articles about my awesomeness or the saved giving me a million dollars. Nope, I died. Like, movies really let you down because guess what, being shot trying to be a hero makes you die.

My death was still pretty awesome, though it hurt and it was borderline traumatizing. If I just minded my own business instead of pretending to be some badass hero like in every fantasy situation like ever... I could have lived to reach old enough to at least drive or something but at least in the end I saved someone else.

Now me being the person I am thought that since life felt me a shitty hand at being a basic unwanted orphan abandoned because of the worlds skyrocketing population that when Is do something heroic I'd become a (poor) Batman or something but nope. I guess I reached the epitome of a tumblr kids dream, death.

That brings us full circle to how my story begins I guess. I was walking home from school after my practice ran late and I was walking past one of the many allies on my way home. I heard scuffling and suppressed cries when me being the curious idiot I am, wanting to be like Spider-Man or something, walked in the ally to check it out.

Before heading in I called 911 and gave them my location just in case. I'm a teen, not completely stupid. I went deep into the alley and with the fading flicker of yellow light from the light shining from inside the buildings windows, I could see a few mangy men picking on a girl who is probably 8 or 9, them trying to do one of the most horrific acts ever.

Seeing this made my blood run hot and I was filled with rage for these despicable men trying to deflower such a young girl. I don't know any real fighting styles per-say but I do know how to throw a nasty right hook and thats exactly what I did. Of course being young and female, I wasn't as large or as strong as the 3 men together but with the element of surprise and some luck from my gymnastic flexibility I at least got a few good knocks in before I saw the silver glint.

Freezing in my tracks I heard the gun go off but I felt nothing. All the noise around me faded and I could barely hear the faint sounds of sirens and screaming. When I tried to focus my eyes I could see the flash of red and blue, that flicker of police lights flashing, lighting up the slowly darkening sky.

I may barely be considered out of the age bracket of a snot nosed brat but as soon as I was hit in the chest...I knew. There was no way I was going to survive this. It didn't even hurt...well at least after the bullet jammed into my abdomen and I went into shock or something. It was just peaceful.

Like I accepted my death and the world was repaying me by letting it not hurt...If I was going to live it would have hurt right? I'm almost positive no surgery or heart transplant could work fast enough so with the last bit of stupid optimism I had, I accepted my death with the happiness that I saved the little girl finally becoming like the heroes I so wanted to be. I mean other than the dying pert, but every great hero has died at some point, I just got unlucky and mine was before I even made it fully through puberty.

Of course, I though that when I died I'd be sent to either heaven or hell or whatever happens after you die, and it would be all bright and beautiful or hot and fire filled but I got neither. As soon as I came back to consciousness or whatever you call waking up in your afterlife, I opened my eyes I saw nothing. It was pitch black and I felt kind of cramped but also safe in this warm, black, slimy cocoon.

Its kind of weird, if this is how the afterlife is it sucks and is super boring, even with the safety of the cocoon, it could still be hell because there is no way I'd stay sane in this darkness. After what felt like weeks being trapped in my weird hell, my brain fuzzed in and out constantly, it was like I couldn't think for more than a minute before going unconscious. And I still couldn't move, sometimes I got my legs to stretch but not really, it was frustrating.

I began to get squeezed tightly and forced headfirst downward. After I don't know how long, that feeling of a snake squeezing me was not fun, maybe that was my formation into a demon or something gross. I was free and I immediately felt around me. I was freezing, the cocoon was warm and now it's cold.. and dark. I couldn't really get my eyes open, it felt like they were covered in a sludge, gluing them closed, but I was free to move.

I felt a sense of relief until I felt something hit my ass super hard. I gasped and let out a whimper then a scream. I couldn't control the wails that came from my mouth, something was scrubbing my body and it was horrible.

Everything was blurry. It was hard to see anything, there were blobs of shapes and loud noises but I felt really distorted. I felt something warm wrap around my cold body and someone's arms (probably God's) were around me holding me like a baby. I let out a sigh of relief then tried to raise my arms to touch God. I failed, it was like my body didn't want to listen to anything I told it to. Instead, I just forced my blurry as shit eyes downward to my non-functioning limbs. I was annoyed, I didn't need glasses as a kid so do I need them now, is bad eyesight a demon trait or something.

It was still slightly blurry like wearing foggy goggles, but I could make out an arm that was not mine. It was tiny and fat and a freaking baby hand. I tried to come up with any excuse, I mean, waking up as a baby is unreasonable. I'm pretty sure the bible said angels are covered in eyes and have 4 giant wings, they are not little cherub babies. Oh god, what if demons are really just babies, thats why parents look so miserable the first few years of life.

My mind went blank for a second then everything made sense, the scrubbing, my inability to stay awake, how I can barely move, the itching under my skin. Fuck my life, I am such a screw up, I can't even die properly. Honestly, the only explanation would be that I've been re-born and whether it is a gift or a curse (probably a cruse because who the hell wants to remember life when trapped in a shitty baby body) I still have memories of my past life, I don't know.

All I know is I'm a fucking scrawny ass baby. At least I'm a girl still and wasn't born as a dude... i think, there is no blurry little nub of a penis so I should be fine. As fun as it would be.

I'm no idiot so knowing I was reincarnated with my memories is going to make life a hell of a lot more interesting, I get to be seen as a real genius now, at least until other people my age catch up to me, actually that is a terrible thing. Fuck the geniuses, they either do great or terrible things and that is a lot of pressure. Letting my mind relax I could feel some weird warm feeling inside of me.

It's flowing, can babies feel their blood flow is that why they cry so damn much? Getting too freaked out by the warm tingling inside of me, I decided to observe my surroundings but it proved fruitless because my eyes were too weak to see very far ahead of me. That's going to be a pain, I need to talk and walk as soon as possible, sitting still all the time is not going to be fun at all. I still haven't been given to my mom yet so thats what I'm looking forward to, hopefully she want's me.

In my past life, I was an orphan. I had no tragic story just that neither of my parents wanted me so I was put in an orphanage and never got adopted so to fill that void, I studied hard, I worked my ass off to be the best in sports, and I needed out with the best of them. I was obsessed with anything that had to do with superheroes and anime. Anytime I wasn't practicing or doing schoolwork, I was watching anime or reading comics or fantasizing about myself if I was a character in those shows and comics and what I would do different. It was all pointless dreams, I was always too afraid to take the leap, nobody cared what a kid orphan could do, I was nothing.

A person came and picked me up, well at least I think so. Everything was still fading in and out of focus but their arms were warm. I snuggled into the warmth, yawning. I was tired, my brain wasn't built for this much activity at such a young age. They said something but it felt like I was underwater and could only make out them saying something about my mother.

I woke up later, feeling still sluggish, at least my eyesight was a bit less blurry and it felt like the gunk was gone from my ears. That made everything that much louder though, it was intense, the sounds of the monitors and people talking. That wasn't the worst, it was that feeling of my blood, still flowing through by body. It was itchy, right under my skin, foreign and terrible. I whimpered and was rocked back into comfort. The blob of a person cooing and hushing me softly. They put a hand on my small stomach and rubbed it, it soothed the itch of my skin and I let my eyes close once again.

***

I was nestled into a different set of arms this time, it was warm, comforting. Like being swaddled in a blanket while reading a book on a snow day. I felt more safe than I ever had. The arms were soft, warm, holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world. A single finger stroked between my eye's soothingly, cooing at me softly. I tried to open my eyes but her hands were so soft, the feeling on my head was so tiring.

"She's a beautiful girl, what would you like to name her Hyuga sir?" I stopped falling into my sleep the best I could, was I hallucinating. Hyuga is definitely a made up name, what the hell. I forced my eyes open and looked up, the woman holding me smiled down at me, it was soft and sweet.

She had long dark hair and although her features were somewhat blurry, I could tell she was absolutely beautiful. The thing that made me choke was her eyes, they were pale lavender, almost a milky white color with no pupil, it was too uncanny. Maybe I really did die and am now living out some fantasy book or some shit.

"Hinata. Hinata Hyuuga" A deep voice responded from beside me, I froze. No freaking way, this is some kind of bullshit, what the hell. Is fate playing a game with me? I'm Hinata motherfucking Hyuga. Oh fuck I'm Hinata Hyuga that means that my father is the forever asshole Hiashi Hyuga.

Fuck, I'm the shitty cast aside heiress, I'm supposed to be some timid princess. If I'm here, does that mean I killed Hinata. Oh god, I killed somebody. Am I a murderer now?

Why couldn't I be reborn into a normal life with some normal parents and not the fucking Hyuga clan, does that mean I'm going to be branded if I can't do anything right?

I looked once again at my parents and I noticed the pure love and happiness expressed within both my parents eyes and I couldn't help it but to give them a gummy smile, they just were so warm. Even if I was going to grow up ostracized, I was going to bask in the warmth and love of parents just this once.

"You're so beautiful my daughter." My mom cooed, her fingers rubbing my head softly. "Are you hungry my sweet?" I blinked owlishly up at her, I was hungry. I was hungry but I was a baby. Oh no. Carefully she lifted up her hospital gown and I squeezed my eyes shut, letting her guide my mouth to drink.

I latched onto her, it was like I had no say, my body was hungry so it drank even when I didn't want to. Slowly, the warmth of her skin and the filling of my tummy, I fell asleep, the soft scent of jasmine and honeydew wrapping around me soothingly.

***

Knowing how this world works to some extent, I felt relieved and more stressed out at the same time because death lies at every corner but with my knowledge I can finally be a real hero and save so many but before I can do any saving, I'm going to have to figure out chakra and learn to walk. Minor details.

Its been about 2 months since I've been taken home and I think my father is on to me. Maybe not exactly knowing that I was reborn or whatever but he knows something is off about me. He is always staring at me with these calculating eyes that are kind of offsetting because they are the same eyes I used to have whenever I was assessing somebody else breaking them down to their core to figure them out. Its kind of freaky to know that somebody is doing to me what I do to others.

I know that he first became suspicious of me a few weeks ago when he and his brother Hizashi were having conversation and I was paying close attention to them analyzing the situation when Hizashi said,"She's watching us so intently, Do you think she can understand us?" Hizashi said. My dads eyes shifted from Uncle Hizashi to me in an instant and I tried to pretend to look away like I didn't understand them, but I don't think he believed me because he moved their conversation elsewhere and the watching started that day.

Knowing how smart he is, I know its only a matter of time before he figures me out. Trying to hide as a prodigy might be harder than to just be myself, being a clan head's daughter at least means Danzo can't snatch me up even if I'm considered a prodigy, solely because I remember bits from my world.

(Timeskip).

Along with studying everything around me to formulate a plan, Ive been trying to find and release my chakra. I know that Chakra coils develop with force or with age and I don't have time to wait until I'm 5 for some use of chakra so Every singe day I've been meditating to find my chakra.

It's a lot more difficult because everytime I find that flicker of warmth and try to use it it disappears. Its honestly almost as frustrating as trying to get my weak ass body to walk. I was able to move more than just my head at the ripe old age of 3 months which shocked my parents to death when one day I just rolled into the kitchen and waited for them to notice me.

Immediately my mother picked me up and spun me around cheering at how proud of "her little prodigy" she was while my dad just had a proud smirk etched on his face.

With that moment I vowed to keep them proud of me because it felt amazing to have parents who love me and were proud of me. There is definitely something to be said about ninja children, bodies develop way faster to do menial things like crawling and having vocal chords that work way earlier than normal children. I guess that's how kids can graduate the academy at 5.

Me being the somewhat attention whore and wanna be prodigy I am decided that when I finally revealed I could talk it wouldn't be some wimpy ass word, but I would immediately speak in full sentences. If they were shocked at my crawling I couldn't wait to see how they react to my talking. Of course they reacted as I expected, shock turned to proud turned to smug.

I was really bored and had nothing to do in my tiny mute baby body so I decided to finally talk. Giggling as I set my plan in motion, I crawled into my fathers office and crawled up on his lap while he was working. I knew this was something that pissed him off so before he could 'scold' me I put on my cutest baby face, widening my eyes and tilting my head slightly and I asked:

"Papa, I wanna learn read." My father hummed yes absentmindedly until he stopped abruptly and looked down at me with wide eyes. I couldn't always do full sentences, some words were just more diffiuclt to say than others with my baby tongue and shitty growing vocal chords so I just did my best, waiting fro my voice to come in fully. At least in this world people develop faster right, I mean have you seen Kakashi as a kid?

"Did you just... talk?" He asked me in almost disbelief. " Yes Papa. I'm bored so teach me read" I pouted. Blinking slowly he nodded a yes. "Hinata how long have you been able to talk."

"Dunno" I paused studying his reaction intently to see how what response would be most acceptable. "Uh, think since forev, I kno' words just can' get mm out." Father looked at me again like I was an alien until he picked me up gave me the faintest smile that turned into a smirk. I knew that smirk it was his 'my daughter is a prodigy and better than any of your children' smirk and I gigged in glee.

"Hinata, does this mean you have been able to understand me the whole time" I nodded.

"Papa, thats why I wanna read..Read ch-chaka so I can be strong too." Yet again I think I left my father shocked as he walked out of the office and went to find mother to inform her and hopefully 'teach me how to read' since I totally don't know how to already.

Finally! I finally got this tiny little body to walk. It took forever but now that my bones are a bit stronger I can finally walk around without falling. It may not be the most graceful and I sure as hell cannot run but I can walk and no longer have to move around like a damn dog.

Mother and Father of course were so proud of me but less shocked more and more with how advanced and prodigious I gave proven to be. Haha yeah right, just a lucky kid with memories of not being a baby.

Along with walking I've proven to my parents that I am a proficient reader and can read books all alone so I am not bored all of the time. Now that I am ready to go I can finally focus on my chakra and getting bigger and stronger so I can actually do other ninja training. The sooner I train the stringent I get. I have no hax I have to buckle up and train my ass off to be remotely strong enough to live through this.

A/N: Don't worry she won't be a super Mary-sue cuz thats no fun and this will absolutely have changes made throughout starting a bit less wild until it is canon divergent... Enjoy you lovely people.