Reincarnated

"Hiss~," in the middle of the night, inside a moderate size home, a young boy awoke with a piercing headache. He looked around in a daze until his eyes crossed a reflective surface, causing his pupiless eyes to widen in shock.

"I-is this me?" He asked sitting up, still confused on how his current appearance came to be. The last thing he remembered was skydiving, with a group he could hardly call his friends for his birthday. The parachute he had been assigned failed to deploy and ended in a gruesome scene as his body hit the ground at terminal velocity. Wincing, the boy waved his arms as he watched the figure in the mirror copy his every movement, he did not stop until he raised his hand to pinch his still chubby cheeks, as tears filled his eyes from the pain.

"Haaaa~" he sighed in acceptance, releasing his hold on his now red cheek. From the memories he had just assimilated and his previous life experience, he came to the only conclusion that fit with what he saw in the mirror and the 3 years of life he had unconsciously lived through in this body.

He had reincarnated.

More so, in the body of a 3-year-old branch member of the Hyūga clan. As evident from the green cursed mark that stained his forehead, and the deep, white, pupiless eyes of the famous dōjutsu: Byakugan.

The all seeing eyes with unmatched vision throughout the shinobi world, a part of the 3 Great Dōjutsu, with the fearsome Sharingan, and legendary Rinnegan. Although weak in regards to combat compared to the two former eye prowesses, the Byakugan was untouched in terms of perception with its ability to see the physical construct of chakra.

The boy in question was Akari Hyūga, an orphaned branch member living alone in the house his deceased parents had left in his name.

Suddenly a wide grin plastered itself on the boys childish face as he roared with laughter, "Ha hahahaha," he paused to catch his breath, "I had thought reincarnation was something that only took place in wild fanfictions, yet here I am living the best life possible. BE GONE TRASH LUCK! FUCK YOU JAMES! Hahahahah." He rolled around tears of joy instantly finding his way into his eyes.

James was his previous life's name. He was a 27-year-old otaku that hated his terrible luck and trash life. He found solace through numerous works of fiction. Whether it was anime, mangas/manhuas, light novels, fanfiction, webnovels whatever the source, he would read to escape from his depressive life as an office worker. He was at the prime if his life, wasting it away in a cubicle from 9-5 and balding. He had been disconnected from family members due to his shut-in lifestyle, but would leave the occasional like on Facebook when he saw a family members post. Now, he was born into his favorite work of art. The anime and fiction that started his descent into his madness and love: Naruto.

His breathing turned heavy as he thought of a certain character he was bound to come across, finally, in person. A certain silver-haired, grief-riddled sensei he would not have had the chance to meet if not for his previous life's misfortune. His first and only love, Kakashi Hatake.

He quickly calmed down as he rearranged his fast pace, sporadic thoughts. "Phewww," Akari exhaled. A resolute gleam appeared in his eyes as he made up his decision.

"In this life, I'll thoroughly enjoy what it has to offer and what I couldn't achieve in my last life." The corners of his mouth quirked up as he looked forward to interacting and placing his mark in the Narutoverse.