Chapter 1
He was sitting by his mother’sHaya’s bedside with his uncle and the grim med-nin wondering how it came to this. He knows what this means. MamaHaya didn’t have long in the first place until she was to be laid to rest in the Earth, and there is no one to care shield him from his step-mothers and the court. He’s only the 12th(three of them are dead)6th child out of the fifteentwelve children of the Wind Daimyo.
”Amir?” His uncle Rashid said, breaking through the fog of his thoughts. Amir: prince. How ironic is a son of the daimyo being called prince?
“Yes khali?” Rashid glances at the Hoki med-nin then back at him in worry. Amir cannot stop staring at his conjoined hand with his mother’s slack one. ‘Ah.’ He squeezes her hand one last time before standing up and looking at his uncle. His uncle has dark bags under his eyes, the exact same shade of his mother’s which he knows is reflected in his. Just looking at him prompts his throat to start to close up, making him swallow and look away. Of course his uncle is just as out of it as he is. Rashid just lost the one person he’s known his entire life, his twin sister.
“You are not alone, Haya asked of me to stay with you till you can protect yourself, and I will.” Rashid says to him in Arabic, forcing him to look at him again pinning him in place with his eyes. “I know khali Rashid.” He says quietly. The brief conversation ends just like that as the med-nin gets up to leave to call his aunts to prepare for the washing and wrapping of her body for the burial ceremony. Just like that, he lost his second mother.
You might be wondering, who’s Amir? Where are the Shinobi? And why the fuck are we in the Land of Wind capital? Is this really in the Narutoverse? Well. For that we will need to start at the beginning.
Amir used to be known as Nasir. He was the son of a branch family of the ruling family of a middle eastern country. His father was important to the political scene of the country which means his time growing up was similar to the ruling family. With etiquette lessons as well as learning at the knees of his father he had a very privileged education with other children of similar stature. Although the ruling family were swayed and scared by others of the power his father yielded, the rest of society was often sniffing the water like sharks for him and his siblings for any fault which would ruin his fathers standing in turn.
Being in such a family was stressful at the best of times, so he often turned to other things to put his mind on other things. One of these things was watching the Naruto anime. He was hooked. The politicking and violence in the ninja world was so interesting. The camaraderie, cheat codes of kekkei genkai, and setting just kept him engaged for a few years. Seeing the Arab influences in the village of Sunagakure was engrossing and how he wished he could strangle Kishimoto to write an awesome storyline involving more than just Gaara and his siblings. Like come on! Rasa had the magnet release and used GOLD to subdue the one-tails!! There was so much potential but the story wasn’t called Naruto for nothing. Although Konoha had a bunch of weird jonin’s they ultimately had the strongest ninja and was the main setting of the story.
The last time he watched the show was when he was fifteen, and now he’s ninteen in his first year of university studying business administration while working under his father.
On the drive home he was staring outside the passenger window at the surrounding cars.
“Abdulla, has my father’s flight arrived yet?” He asked his bodyguard who was driving them back home. “No Nasir, the Sheikh’s flight was delayed so he should land by 10 pm instead.” Abdulla replied looking ahead. “Oh.” ‘Mama won’t be happy about the dela-‘ ‘BOOM!!’
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His vision turned white and there was a ringing noise echoing in his ears. The seatbelt was digging into his shoulder; when he looked up his legs were crushed and a piece of debris was impaled in his stomach. “Bismillah.” He coughed out in shock. He looked to his left to see Abdullah unconscious. It seems that only his side of the car was impaled by something. Then it hit him, the pain in his legs and stomach made him see double and he threw up all over the top of the car. Oh right, the car was upside down. “Abdullah! Wake up!” He shakily said while gritting his teeth in pain.
Why was it so hard to breathe?
Abdullah came back to consciousness abruptly coughing and sputtering. “Sheikh! Sheikh, don't move, I’ll try to call someone to help us.” Abdullah said, looking at his legs and stomach shakily. Nasir looked into Abdullah’s eyes. Abdullah stood by him for almost his entire life. He’ll never forget when his father assigned Abdullah to look after him when he was five years old. It seems he reverted back to formalities in his shock even though he was one of the only people Nasir permitted to call by his first name. ‘Oh god. I’m going to die. This was targeted, I’m not going to make it.’ He thought shakily.
“Abdullah, I’m not going to make it.” He choked out in a thick voice, his eyes tearing up. “Stop talking Sheikh! Everything will be alright, okay?!”
”Abdullah… you need to see if my sisters, mother and father are alright. Please. Please look after them and tell them that I love them.”
“Sheikh! Sheikh don’t close your eyes! You have to stay awake! You-“ Abdullah’s voice started to drift off, as well as the worries of his family as he sunk into oblivion.
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So.. that’s how he died the first time. A little more emotional than you probably expected but hey, that’s life. Hits you in the gut when you least expect it, maybe a bit literally in the current situation. You might be wondering oh boo hoo he died blah blah. Well Nasir did die, but he never expected to wake up again. Especially as someone else.
Everything is blurry as he tries to sit up while someone helps him up on his bed putting a pillow behind his back. “Amir? Are you awake? Abdulkareem, go call the Hoki med-nin!” He heard as he looked blearily at a man about twenty years old with dark brown hair and eyes looking into his eyes with worry. “Who’s Amir?” He murmured sleepily before he’s out like a light.
The next time he woke up it was later on in the day with less sunlight shining through. Someone was holding his hand and the person who it held it was unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. “…Mama?” He whispered hoarsely.
A glass of water was shoved under his nose which he grabbed shakily taking small gulps. “Habibi?” A woman who looked familiar-but-unfamiliar said to him. ‘Mama? That’s not my mother. The last thing I remember is talking to Abdullah and-I died.’ NasirAmir thought to himself. He looks up at the woman who’s his mother-but-not-his-mother again.
“Amir are you alright? Do you..” she swallowed, “remember me?”
He looked at her blankly, trying to process what the fuck just happened. ‘Oh my god. Did I get reincarnated? Is this real?’ He thought to himself numbly. He looks down at his hands which look smaller, wondering if his age regressed as well. He could still feel the phantom pain of his crushed legs and his impaled stomach in his last moments.
He leaned over the side of the bed and threw up. ‘I’m.. never going to see my family again. My sisters, Farah and Noora, my parents… Abdullah.’ He grimaced thinking about how Abdullah must be feeling after watching him die. He just hopes that the rest of his family is safe.
“Rashid! Call the Hoki nin now!” The woman His mother said to a man identical to her as she got up to rub his back. The bile stings his throat as phantom feelings and blurry memories make him remember who these people are. The woman rubbing his back is his mother Haya bint Khalid, fourth wife of the Wind Daimyo, Ashikaga Yoshimasa. And the man who just left the room is Rashid bin Khalid, his mothers twin brother.
”Mama?” He asked quietly. “I.. why are you familiar but unfamiliar?” He stared into her eyes which he knows are not the same as his. ‘Are these the memories of the boy? Did we both die and I inhabited his body? Why?’ He furiously went through his thoughts trying to make sense of them.
The door then opens and a woman with elaborate makeup comes into the room with Rashid, catching his words.
”Hoki-san, please check up on Amir, when he first woke up he didn’t remember his name and now his memory seems blurry.” His mother said quietly to the apparent med-nin. ”Is there anything we can do to help him?” She continues. The med-nin nodded briefly at his mother then turned to him.
”Hello Amir-sama, I am Hoshi Kinsenka, a med-nin working at the palace. Can you tell me your name and age?” She hands him an empty pot; he takes a sip of water from the glass, gargles it and spits into the pot. His mother wipes his mouth and he looks at Hoshi med-nin. ‘Shit is this for real? Oh my god I’m a six year old kid in the Land of Wind and part of the royal family again. What the fuck?’ He then cleared his throat.
”My name… is Ashikaga Amir, I am six years old and the son of the Wind Daimyo. That’s my mother and khali Rashid.” He said pointing his head at the people he seems to know-but-not-know.
“That’s good, do you remember what happened before you woke up?” Hoki-san said as glowing green hands drifted over his head and chest. ‘Oh my god is that medical ninjustu? Did I really get reincarnated into the Naruto universe?’ He thought, staring at the process with wide eyes.
”No, I’m sorry Hoshi-san.” He said with a grimace, still keeping his eyes glued onto her hands in shock. She hums in response, dropping her hands and then turning to his mother. “Haya-sama it seems that everything is alright with him physically. He just needs to start eating soft foods slowly and needs plenty of rest. In regards to his memories you’ll just have to remind him of things slowly and his memory might come back.” She said getting up while a second person I didn’t notice was cleaning my puke on the side of the bed.
”Thank you Hoshi-san, Rashid and I will make sure to do so.” His mother said softly in reply. She looks tired but elegant with a shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders and beige embroidered jalabiya. The two women bustle out of the room leaving him with his mother and uncle.
”I am glad you are in good health Amir.” His uncle says giving him a bowl of harees to eat, sitting down next to his mother. He starts slowly shoveling the chicken and oat porridge into his mouth savoring the familiar taste not knowing what to say in reply.
“Rashid, don't bother him.” His mother says sternly, combing his hair back with her fingers. It feels nice. “Amir habibi, you were bedridden with fever for a week. Though I’m not sure how exactly you got sick.” His mother grumbled worriedly.
“Oh.” He said in reply, swallowing another spoonful focusing on his families’ expressions. His uncle looked suspicious and angry while his mother looked sad. “You.. you almost didn’t survive. I thought you would pass like Nur. Your older brother also died of fever.” She said with wet eyes. From what he remembers Nur is supposedly his older brother. His mother’s first child, who died two years ago. His heart squeezed at her expression. “It’s okay Mama, I’m here.” He said clenching his hand against the blanket.
“I’m here.” He said with more confidence.
Just from that moment, he decided that he will do everything he can to protect his new family just like he always had.
This is how Nasir’s life ended, and Amir’s began.