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Chapter 1: From Workaholic to Newborn - A Twist of Fate

Akira Woods was drowning in red. Not water. Not fire. Just an endless, blurry nothingness that pressed in from all sides, thick. An overwhelming void that seemed simultaneously vast and confining. She—or at least the essence of what she once was—floated there, suspended in an endless pool of lukewarm goo. She couldn't move. Couldn't scream. Couldn't even tell if she had a body. Was she dead? Passed out? Dreaming?

Time blurred. Hours? Days? Centuries? She floated, trying to stave off the unbearable boredom with whatever scraps of imagination her mind could muster. Yet even imagination has its limits. Boredom reigned supreme.

How had it come to this? How had she ended up here?

In life, Akira Woods had been a doctor, a relentless overachiever the endless stream of caffeine-fueled days and hospital shifts. Her life had been an endless grind of work and exhaustion, punctuated by fleeting moments of satisfaction when she saved someone's life. But now, staring into the abyss—or being part of it—she realized how much she had missed out on.

Death, as it turned out, was a dismal affair. Akira had expected... something. Closure, perhaps? A grand revelation? Instead, she was left to stew in the oppressive silence, haunted by regrets. Oh, there were so many regrets. She should have done more, taken risks, embraced life's chaos. Skydiving, exploring exotic places, indulging in every culinary delight the world had to offer... all missed opportunities.

Socializing, however? Akira mentally shook her head. Some regrets weren't worth having. People had always been exhausting, and she'd never been particularly good at small talk.

Was this it? Death? A never-ending blob of goo? She deserved better! Well, maybe not better... but at least something with a little flair.

The red void shattered, splintering into fragments of light and sound. A blinding brightness exploded before her, dragging her—no, ripping her—out of the void. Pain, sharp and electric, shot through her entire being. She gasped—or thought she did—as if her lungs were filling with air for the first time.

A chill followed, icy and cutting, slamming into her senses like a bucket of ice water. Voices blurred in her ears, growing clearer by the second.

"Congratulations, Ms. and Mrs. Hyuga! She's also a healthy girl."

What.

...... was she just given birth to?

The realization hit like a freight train. She wasn't dead. She had been—oh no, no, no—born.

The bright light, the tunnel... Oh god. Was the "light at the end of the tunnel" literally the light of someone giving birth?! Akira wanted to scream but could only manage a pitiful wail. She wasn't ready for this!

A wave of disorientation swept over Akira. Her vision, blurry and unfocused, began to adjust to the harsh light. Through her new, sensitive eyes, she caught glimpses of the world around her. The first thing she saw was a woman's face, tired but glowing with serene joy.

The woman was beautiful—otherworldly, even. Her pale, milky-white eyes shimmered with emotion. They seemed strange, unfamiliar. Was she blind? No. Her gaze following Akira's every tiny motion.

"Look at them, darling," the woman—her mother?—murmured softly. "Aren't they beautiful?"

The man standing next to her nodded solemnly. His expression was a stark contrast to hers—calm, composed, and unreadable. "She will be the pride of our clan," he said, his voice steady and firm.

Akira's brain—still grappling with her newfound reality—latched onto the words. Pride? Clan? Were these people okay? This was a lot of pressure to put on someone who had literally just been born.

The man leaned closer, and Akira squinted at him. He had the same pale white eyes as the woman. Were they siblings? Or was everyone here just... like that?

"Don't you want to hold her?" the woman asked, her voice warm but tinged with exhaustion.

The man nodded and stepped forward. His hands were steady as he lifted Akira, and for a brief moment, she felt an odd sense of security. His expression, however, remained as stoic as ever.

"What should we name her?" he asked, his tone devoid of emotion.

The woman—her mother—thought for a moment before replying, her voice soft but resolute. "How about Akira? It means bright, clear, ideal." Akira Hyuga. That was her name now. It was both familiar and foreign, like an ill-fitting coat she'd have to grow into.

"Hinata Hyuga and Akira Hyuga," the man declared with quiet finality. "It suits her. May she bring greatness to the Hyuga clan."

Akira froze—or she would have, if she weren't a literal newborn. Hinata Hyuga?

The name hit her like a lightning bolt. Not just "Hyuga"—oh no, that was too easy. The Hinata Hyuga, from the anime Naruto.

Her brain spiraled. Were these people cosplayers who had taken things way too far?

As the weight of her new reality settled in, Akira's thoughts raced. Was this some kind of second chance? A cosmic joke? Whatever it was, it came with a heavy dose of expectations.

Pride of the clan? Greatness? Akira wasn't sure she was ready for all that.

But one thing was certain—her life was no longer 'boring'.

To be continued...

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