Konoha's Little Firefly

Reborn

All I could feel was pain, and confusion. So much pain and confusion. I had no idea what was going on. I could hear shouting and screaming, but I wasn't sure why there was shouting and screaming. And I couldn't see anything, couldn't open my eyes. I could barely feel myself being yanked up. I could barely hear someone yelling in my face. I couldn't tell what they were saying. It was pretty much muffled sounds. What was happening? I had to remember. I couldn't though. I was starting to feel tired. It was hard to stay awake. I tried to fight it but it was so hard. So I finally gave up and fell into nothing.

When I came to I was aware. Aware that I could feel nothing, could see nothing, there was just nothing. Any senses I once had were now gone. I couldn't even panic. I was aware and that was it. I had no sense of time so I had no idea how long I had been in the darkness until I saw light. I pushed myself to it, trying to reach it. I immediately regretted it though because now I could feel. Pain. I could feel more pain. The light was supposed to be a safe haven, not cause me more pain. I started to cry. When would this end? Was I being punished? All I could feel was a painful pressure, and then nothing. No more pain. Which now made me scared. I still couldn't see but I could hear a jumble of voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying. Why was it so dark though? It then hit me. I opened my eyes, and had to quickly shut them again. It was too bright. I tried opening them again, but slowly this time.

I looked around. It was a hospital. What was I doing in a hospital? I realized I was being held? I noticed a woman was in the hospital bed. She was beautiful. She had long straight dark blue hair and forest green eyes. There was a man next to her. He had black hair and eyes and very bushy eyebrows. I looked back at the woman. She looked sweaty and tired, like she had just given birth.

That's when I realized. I was a baby. I had no doubt been reincarnated, with all of my past life memories. I started to panic. I was scared. I couldn't do anything else but cry. And that's exactly what I did, cried. I wailed. At some point I was aware I was put into my new mothers arms, but I couldn't stop crying. I cried because I now remembered what happened. How I died. How I lost everything and was expected to just start over, with all of my old memories. I cried because I didn't know if my little brother was alive or not, didn't know if I managed to save him, it all happened so fast. The truck that didn't stop at the light, all of the other cars that were around. It had been pretty busy. There were cars coming from different ways, there was no way to escape it. It had all been in slow motion. I looked at my brother in the back seat, he was yelling my name, and he looked terrified. I didn't think, I just yanked my seat belt off, and threw myself onto him. It all happened so fast and before I had knew it I was yanked away from my baby brother and thrown threw the windshield. I now hoped so badly that he made it, that he was alright. He had been with me, it had been my job to protect him. And I hoped that what I did worked, even if I lost my life, so he could live. I was older. I was 22 and he was 12. He still had so much to live for and experience. But I knew I would never know, I could only hope.

I finally stopped crying. I was now tired. I saw that they brought a child in. He looked to be only a year old, and a lot like my new dad. So I could only guess he was supposed to be my new brother. I inwardly grimaced. He only smiled at me though. A bright, loving smile. I instantly felt bad. None of this was his fault. It wasn't any of their faults. So it wouldn't be fair to punish them for it. I knew there wasn't anything I could do about it, so I just had to put the past behind me.

After a few days in the hospital my mother and I were released. My brother was estatic. It was rather cute. I hated being a baby though. Relying on others to take care of me, because I couldn't take care of myself. And don't even get me started on the diapers.

It wasn't really that bad with my new family. I was starting to like them. Especially my older brother, who I now knew as Lee. He was always playing with me, so I was never bored. Everything changed though when I was just around 3 weeks old. Everything fell apart. At first I had no idea what was going on, but I only had to hear one word, just one word only. Kyuubi. That was a word I recognized in a language I had no idea how to speak. That also meant I was in Naruto. I was scared.