Ocreborn Stories

{Bad summary} A soul is merged with a clan not mentioned by anime or manga, and the body they took from is now their "inner" or second personality. The catch is, he doesn't want to live and neither do they. Forced to live through a second chance they never wanted, watch as they are forced to keep up with all of their lies or else tangled in their lies, the truth and their past will catch up to them on display for all to see. They never wanted this but if he was being forced to continue, he'd make it everybody's problem. If that meant burning things to the ground, who were they to judge? (Slow to update) I do not own Naruto in any way or form. I do own my OC, and any additional plot and ideas for my fanfiction. This is for my own enjoyment and for the readers.

In my last life, I had a dream. I had always wanted to be a doctor; the idea of helping people, healing them, made me feel good. It made me feel like I could have a purpose. But my life ended before it could really begin. At that point I thought it was the end, that I lost my chance. And then I was born again. I found myself reborn in the Young Justice world, a universe I had only watched on TV in my past life. My parents in this life are just as loving as my parents in my last life. I am an only child born to a very wealthy family, just as wealthy, if not more so, than Bruce Wayne. My new family owns many hospitals in the United States, and are the founders of several international medical societies. When I learned of this, I was ecstatic; there was already foundation for me to become a doctor and help people in this life. I knew about the superheroes that existed in this world, heck, my family even helped heal them from injuries sometimes! But I was content with the idea of helping people like a regular doctor, doing everything I could to heal those in need. That is, until I found out I wasn't born normal in this life. I'm a meta-human with a very special and overpowered ability. Absolute Restoration. I can fix and restore anything to its original form perfectly. When my parents found out, they were both awed and scared for me. They taught me to never use my ability in front of others, for I would be in danger of those who would want me for my power. I listened to them, because I was scared too. My parents became very protective of me, hardly letting me leave the mansion, and always keeping guards and attendants with me. I became a very shy and quiet person, but I felt safe knowing my secret was protected and my family was there for me no matter what. But secrets don't last forever, especially not one as big as mine.