Reincarnated Gamer Rei

Chapter seven: Traitor in the Midst

Happy Valentines Day <3

Thank you to everyone for being so patient, I know I haven't updated since Christmas and I thank you for still being here and supporting this story and my OC. I won't bore you with my excuses and make this A/N too long, so carry on reading, I made this one a bit longer than the others to hopefully make up for the lack of updating. Hope you enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Picture off google images I do not own it, it is NOT mine.

~Time skip~

I feel consciousness poking at my brain. I yawn and stretch a little, as to not disturb my sleeping partner. I blearily open my eyes and blink a few times. Confetti shoots across my eyes and the sound of party horns blowing fill my ears. Yep, that's right, my system updated and that update included sound effects.

[Congratulations! You made it to your 12th birthday!

Rewards:

10,000 Ryo

1,000 EXP]

[Accept now/Accept later/Discard?]

Accept now, please.

I yawn again, rubbing my eyes and sitting up. The sound of my EXP bar filing and coins clinking flows through my ears. I fold my blanket quietly, putting it up and straightening my pillow. I soundlessly pad over to the door, slip out, and into the bathroom for my usual morning hygiene routine.

Feeling more awake and refreshed I walk into the kitchen, opening the curtains letting the natural light in. I grab my apron, pull my now brushed hair into a bun, get my ingredients and start making us Omurice for breakfast and bento boxes for lunch.

That's how our mornings usually go, I wake up first, make us breakfast and lunch, wake up Naruto if he isn't already up by the time I finish, we eat, change, and head off to school. It's been an excellent experience living with Naruto. We've cooked together, cleaned together, I've helped him with his homework. Though he has test anxiety so when it comes down to it in class he can't seem to ever pass. Sakura is the best female student and Sasuke is the best male student. Naruto happens to be the worst, sadly. I'm still proud of him though. He tries, and he's pretty smart; it just takes him longer. It didn't take us long to bond, we're practically siblings now.

Once I finish breakfast, I make our plates and set the table. I glance around, making sure Naruto hasn't snuck up on me, and put Sasuke's wrapped bento box in an inventory slot. It's slightly amusing how neither Naruto nor Sasuke has caught on to me yet. I've had to ditch those ninjas that the Hokage sent to watch us though, which has proven difficult a few times.

I probably wouldn't have noticed them if not for the green dot that usually followed us around. One night I even made some food for one of them because after I finished my Dungeon I couldn't sleep and we sat in the tree and ate together. He was shy at first and wouldn't come out of his hiding spot. Until his stomach growled and gave him away. He never spoke; he just sat and ate. I only commented here and there, complimented his gravity-defying hair and dog mask, but other than that we sat in peaceful silence.

I liked him better than the other ones that watched us. Something about the vibe he gave off I suppose. I've caught the others too, the bird, boar, fox, and eagle. I didn't like them as much and would always ditch them quickly and take Naruto with me. It only took them about a month to realize we never ditched the dog ANBU, and from then on he'd be the one following us. Sometimes when Naruto slept and I got out of my Dungeon I'd set some food on the windowsill only to find it empty or gone the next morning.

I have gotten exponentially better at fighting, much to everyone's shock- including my own. I'm a quick learner, and the extra practice I get in the Dungeons help. Every night when Naruto sleeps, I spend two hours of Dungeon time in the Dungeons fighting monsters and practicing what sensei taught us in class that day. If he ever wakes up, I'll be sitting against the wall, pillow in my lap in a criss-cross applesauce position. He shook me out of a dungeon once, which was an interesting experience, to ask if I was ok because I wasn't responding to him.