Kapitulo Uno

Jinn opened his eyes and was befuddled. His death still fresh in his mind.

A boy in the middle of the street, horns blaring for attention, himself bolting for a save. It ended up successful. He grabbed the child and dodged the incoming truck by a hair's breath only to be met with a red Ferrari. Was it all an illusion?

'At the very least the boy was saved.'

He should have been. Jinn used everything he had to toss the boy up so he can dodge the momentum. He would probably broke some bones if he was truly unlucky, but he would live. Probably. Did he just dream all that?

'I'd rather I died though.'

Dismissing his thoughts he finally resolved himself to open his eyes. He did so with difficulty. The bright light made him squint for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted and to his shock he realized the truth.

He truly died, and now he is floating inside someone's placenta. He somewhat felt faint afterwards and slowly drifted to unconsciousness.

He became conscious through the sound of dripping water and shifting sands it somewhat felt all too familiar to him, something he saw before. The dark and gloomy place where he was left squirming helplessly on the loose sand.

'W... was I abandoned? Why can't I remember being given birth to? ...Huh?'

Ripples appeared on the sand beneath him and he slightly panicked while thinking about the monsters in the old movie called tremor. To his shock, a behemoth really did appear before him. Peering down with a disgusted or annoyed expression, perhaps a mixture of both.

"These humans never learn, sealing ME the great Ichibi inside this premature youngling! What are you looking at little punk? Poor you, but don't blame me, blame them for their folly! Don't worry, once the seal is broken I'll send others to accompany you in the afterlife. I will enjoy tearing this poor excuse of a village to the ground! Hahahaha... Huh?"

'Strange, why aren't you crying? Are you not awed at this mighty figure? This majestic aura?'

"Tch. You didn't die. Good for you. Hmph. I hate these humans."

Shukaku looked like he was about to gulp down the baby as he ranted on and on in annoyance.

'Shukaku!?'

Jinn wouldn't have registered the thought if the beast in front of him did not rant to himself without knowing that the baby in front of him fully understood what he was talking about. The visual impact of seeing an animation of it and being up close and personal with it are incomparable.

Jinn wondered which Jinjuriki he became Bunpuku or Gaara are the only ones he knew from watching the anime but he wasn't really sure. This could be an alternate universe with completely different history from all he know. Then he began to have a tugging feeling of being displaced as his eyes widened in realization.

The cries of a newborn echoed inside the room of the Kazekage of Suna. A beautiful lady lay prone in the bed weakly. It was Karura, she gave birth to a son, albeit prematurely the baby seems to have been successfully introduced into the world of ninja. She was assisted to a more comfortable position as her newborn child was handed to her.

A genuine smile slowly formed on her face despite the exhaustion a flash of worry slowly emerged and tears started to flow from her eyes as she probably already guessed the future waiting for him. She weaned him and caressed him lovingly dispersing her fears and sorrow.

"Live well my son."

She kissed him on the forehead one final time as the life in her eyes slowly faded. Yashamaru quickly picked up the baby who was about to slide down from the loss of support. He held his sister's hand as his tears rained down on his nephew. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist from what could have been a mixture of grief, anger, and pain.

Jinn, or more properly, Gaara didn't know how to react at the spectacle before him. A moment ago he was still gazing at a tailed beast wondering about the new life he has been pushed into before being pushed through a tiny hole as he listened to his bones collapse and then regain their original form. A truly chilling and unforgettable experience for one such reincarnate or is it transmigrate whatever the thing is called he didn't really know or care anymore.

The prospect of an exciting new life laid before him and so he decided to enjoy every minute he is in it. Perhaps the next day he'll wake up, in a hospital back on Earth, as a coma patient. Which he believed is a less desirable outcome considering all things.

"Lord Kazekage! Elders!"

The guy came in huge strides with his entourage of old and sickly people, those present in the room gave their salute to their kage and elders. Rasa turned to his dead wife then to his son and clicked his tongue in an almost inaudible slip from habitual expression but those around clearly heard him, they however showed no outward reaction except for Yashamaru who gripped his fist even tighter than before as he held his head down forcefully and Gaara who is yet to be named.

"He will be called Gaara."

The Kazekage announced loudly, those around him frowned slightly and did not have any vocalized objection or reaction, they however asked if the Kazekage is still a sane man fit to lead the hidden sand village. Why would or who in their right mind would name his own child 'a demon who loves himself'?

'A self loving demon who killed his own mother in order to survive.'

Rasa thought as he left the place instructing some people to prepare a funeral for his deceased wife.

'The nerve on this one! What a hypocrite! If Orochimaru doesn't come in time to end you then I'll do it myself.'

The first thing on Gaara's to do list therefore became killing his own father. Or not as he didn't truly believe that blood is the sole basis of familial ties.