Everything was too much. Too loud, too cold, too bright. She felt wet and slick, like she was covered in a slime. Warm hands, so very warm were holding her up.

It was cleaning her. How could they move her so easily? She was a teenage girl. They should at least be complaining about her weight.

The sounds were unfamiliar as well. They didn't belong. That were completely impossible where she lived (seriously was that a bomb in the distance?), and every voice surrounding her was still muffled.

But what really bothered her was what she could finally see clearly.

A woman was holding her up, except the blonde woman was wearing a green vest that looked military worthy and had a familiar looking head band tied around her forehead.

The woman was also holding her up like she weighed nothing. But whenever she tried to ask how or yell for help all that came out were whines, whimpers and cries.

The woman frowned, the tired look on her face being marred further with thoughtfulness. She said something again before lifting a hand. And for one second. One incredibly impossible second her hand glowed emerald green.

The feeling was coming and relaxing, by the woman only frowned further before speaking again. She sounded confused, maybe even concerned..

Behind Jill someone spoke up. Their voice was tired, far more tired than the blonde woman’s. Then Jill was being moved again. The blond woman walked wrapped something soft around her and turned around.

She felt herself being settled down into something warm. The feeling was comforting, and made her feel safe in this strange place. And this time the words were directed at her, they were sad and comforting. Like the voice knew how confused, and definitely scared, she felt. It was nice, like the touch of her mother.

The blonde woman spoke again, calling out a bit louder than before. A new voice came out then, It was masculine and somewhat familiar. The blonde spoke again, and this time she could hear it clearly.

“Yamanaka-san...” It was the only part she could understand but she knew where she had heard it. And that name was somewhat familiar to her.

She was moved into the arms of the man now. He caressed her face gently, her face that felt all too small. His hair was blond too, but paler, and longer. His eyes were icy blue and seemed endless to her.  

She could see that the tired woman had dark, dark brown hair. And beautiful gray eyes, eyes that were bright with incredible intelligence and shining with love.

She whispered weakly to the man with a grin. “She has the Nara looks Inoda. I win.”

The man chuckled and moved closer to the woman, bringing me with him. The blonde woman from before left the room. “Because she’s your daughter Shi, after all Inoichi already looks like me so it’s only right she look like you.”

I let out another sound in denial. What did he mean? My mother was at work right now. Probably helping some poor guy who got hit by a car.

But despite my protests the woman cupped my cheek and whispered softly, naming me as though I was her child and not the daughter of a paramedic and a tax associate.

It was days later that I came to the conclusion that I had died in a car crash and been reborn into a war torn nation straight off my friend’s manga shelf. And so I began my new life not as Jill Smith but as Shimako Yamanaka. The daughter of Shiako Nara and Inoda Yamanaka, the younger sister of Inoichi Yamanaka by eleven years, a girl born straight into the third shinobi world war. Into the village of Konohagakure. Into a world I had no knowledge of other than the main protagonist’s name.

I was reborn into the world of Naruto.

Normally I would have posted this in a few days, however, for the big Halloween crossover special I'm putting out you guys will need the context from this chap.

Love you guys and Happy Halloween.
-Seaweed