You know I used to wish my life wasn't so ordinary, so boring. I had a relatively easy and simple life. Get go to work avoid any discussion of going to college, for reasons I have yet to figure out myself, go home sleep and repeat. It was comfortable and boring and I both loved and hated it. However when everybody's constant nagging finally got to me and when I finally go and send in my application I also met my unfortunate end. My death was the result of one of those school shootings that had been occurring lately. My death was the result of my finally caving in and being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Ah but it doesn't matter any more because by some nice twist of fate I was reborn. I know this because right now I am being carried in some ones arms. It is a woman to be exact however it is only guess for as I look upon her face I see no love only regret. She looks down at me when we finally stop and simply gives me one last anguished look, sets me down, and pounds on the door before vanishing. Oh and I mean that literally one second she was there the next she's gone in a poof of smoke.
At the time I believed it only to be an illusion due to my baby brain being unable to comprehend the normal adult speeds and I rationalized that the smoke simply came from a nearby car or something else. Oh if only I had realized how wrong I was and how frightening the 'normal speed' for ninjas actually is. For the longest amount of time I wondered what to do with my new life. After all being a baby left me with little to nothing to do but scream and think. As I am rather introverted I choose to think. I pondered how to lead my new life. Should I be a genius like in my last life acing every thing with little to no effort. That was one of the main reasons behind the constant pressure to attend a college to make something of myself. It was perhaps the main reason that I did not ever attend one. After all while there may been some genuine wish for me to do well I suspected that they wished to vicariously experience it through me. It might be a stupid reason, it might be that it was completely unjustified, but that was how I felt and I resented them for it.
But that doesn't matter anymore. I think I'll simply live this life like my last. Simply going with the flow allowing myself to be swept up by time. With that thought done I also resolved to better acquaint myself with my surroundings after all it's blatantly obvious that I'm in an orphanage. To that end I will perhaps speed up my advancement.
And so I waited until someone would come by to care for my needs. It wasn't long before someone came by. Although there choice of dress did raise my tiny eyebrows at them. For there looking down on me was a rather young woman of what I assume Asian decent. She was wearing a rather traditional dress. I believe the proper term is a kimono but I'm not sure. Anyway point is that she dress, look, now spoke some some thing of the same decent. She showed no hint of ever switching to English. 'Just great I have to learn a new language from scratch' I thought darkly. Ah well I'm technically still a baby any screw-ups won't be taken to seriously.
And so that's how I spent my days picking bits and pieces of the spoken language, trying to regain my motor control, or just spending the day lost in my thoughts. I think something about my progress alerted the matron. It did not matter though all that changed was that she actively helped to advance my progress.
By the time I was one I noticed something strange about myself. I mean apart from the whole reincarnation thing there was something odd at how fast I developed. I mean I new I was smart borderline genius really. Being able to read, write, and talk I knew I would learn quickly. The physical development though was just as quick. However my body simply felt stronger like I could do more if I felt like it. Also my senses were unnaturally sharp I was able to see, hear, smell, touch, and feel much better than I could in my last life. It was problematic at first but then I quickly got used to it like I said it was odd on how fast I adapted to the situation.
Eventually though I grew curious as to where I lived and finally decided to ask. "We live in Konoha Saya-chan" she replied. That caused me to freeze after all she had to be joking. Because if she wasn't then my actions may have labeled me a prodigy. Still it's just a joke has to be. Then again I have been reincarnated so not completely impossible only one way to make sure. She was going out for groceries tomorrow I would convince her to let me come or sneak out.
"Oba-san can I come with you tomorrow. I'll be good and help you I promise." I gave my most endearing impression in combination with a, what I hoped was, innocent tone. She paused and looked to be thinking it over.
"Alright but you have to stay within my reach." She finally agreed with a smile. I let myself grin and then left to spend the rest of my day reading. Any doubts I soon had were vanquished as I beheld Konoha in all its glory. Just like in the show there was the odd mix of traditional Japanese culture with some modern technology. What was most important though was the mount that overtook one end of the village. There were four faces faces carved into the side of the mountain.
I changed after that trip. It was not a good one either. Where as before I kept slightly reserved attitude that was more shy than cold I now closed my self off completely. I pondered my situation and considered the pro's and cons of becoming a ninjas. On one hand I could become strong ridiculously so. But it came with the trade off of sacrificing my innocence and loyalty. I could try to train in secret while simply living as a civilian. Yes that actually has potential that way I wouldn't become a chicken in a world full of wolves. But that lead to another dilemma one far more pressing. Was I being watched after all I'm sure my quick advancement had alerted somebody to my potential. A quick glance, and whiff of the courtyard of the orphanage revealed nothing. I scoffed at myself for my own paranoia. Well if I do attract a ninjas attention then I'll just go to the academy and then drop out.
With that I turned and glanced at the various toddlers also playing around in the yard. Looking though did nothing to show me a familiar face. I knew that Minato had become hokage already his face had already been carved into the mountain. What I wanted to know was whether the kyuubi attack had happened yet. By the appearance of the village when I went out it hasn't. Everything still looks whole. It's only July and I decided to prepare my self for October just in case it does happen.
It made no difference because while I could horde supplies, plan paths, and tell myself what to do when it happens I could not prepare myself for the raw terror that gripped me that day. When it did strike that same year I found myself frozen. All of us in the orphanage were. We were only snapped out our stupor when it let loosed a terrifying roar. Afterwords panic broke out the staff that helped the matron quickly rushed to pick up us toddlers while the older children were told to run. I myself was scooped up by the matron herself and she soon took off running. A little to late though for as soon as we were a couple few away from the orphanage a tail crashed on one of the nearby buildings. The shock-waves in turn threw us around and we were smashed through the window of a building. I only new this because when I glanced down at her body she had several shards of glass sticking out of her back. Her breath came out in wheezing gasps and her eyes were screwed shut in pain. The sight froze me to my core. I could not move, breathe, or turn my gaze away. I simply sat there and stared as she took her last breath and then she stilled. Dead she was dead and I didn't even know her name. I didn't ever thank her for taking care of me or helping me advance or even for never questioning my intelligence.
Those thoughts must have taken longer than I thought as before I knew it the village was quiet and the oppressive feeling was gone. Still I stayed there on my knees watching ad the blood slowly came toward me. I don't know how long I stayed there but eventually I was pulled up by my arms and carried away. I did not struggle barely even reacted so lost I was in my thoughts. They traveled quickly jumping from building to building until we stopped. I finally regained some of my senses and looked at the person who was carrying me. What met my gaze was a ponytail of platinum blonde hair and the side of a mask. I guess the he or she is anbu can't really tell the gender and I can't rely on hair because just as many guys have long hair like girls. No words words were exchange between us for what could be said.
"Thank you" I finally found my self mumbling when one of the other shinobi came to guide me away. Nothing was said back only a hesitant nod was given. In a flourish of leaves he or she left again and the other ninja gripped my arm and gently led me away.
t took me a month to finally get some grip of myself. It was not perfect though but I was at least functioning enough to take care of myself. I don't think I'll ever get over it completely though. Images of the matron, Shizu, haunt my mind at night. As a result deep bags have formed under my eyes.
Ah silly me here I am telling you my life's story yet my appearance is still a mystery huh. Well let me correct that. As a child I had chestnut colored hair. It reached to my waist in the long braid that it was in. My skin tone was rather pale at the moment but it would quickly fade into a nice tan. My face though, well even at a young age others liked to say I would be a future heart breaker but was mostly narrow with thin lips. My narrow eyes though we're also an odd shade. Simply due to the fact that they were purple. A deep violet that would make most monarchs jealous. My attire at the time consisted of a simple pair of baggy pants that were a dark tan and a simple black shirt. In combination with some of the standard sandals that were black instead of blue. Oh and if hadn't caught it my new name is Saya no family name on account of me being an orphan and all.
Well with that out of the way in order to get myself to move on I decided to focus on my studies. Well at least that's putting it lightly more as to say that I threw my self at any scroll I could get my hands on. Everyday I worked my self to an exhausted but dreamless sleep. But that only worked some of the time because when I was awake I still had to deal with others reminding me of the tragedy. It was not the attack it self that bothered me but the thoughts that are away at my mind. Every time I attended or heard of a funeral I wonder if that is the pain I caused my parents. I wonder if they blame themselves for pushing me too much. And most of all I regret that I never had the chance to actually tell them a genuine "I love you". It's funny I had thought I was passed those feelings but I guess part of me still hadn't accepted this world. Well its made its statement quite clear. It is real, dangerous, and I am not important.
Afterwards another two years passed. And I repeated the cycle of exhausting my self to sleep or having restless nights. My demeanor left no room for friends. Indeed I was often looked over by the other children when it was time to play. It made no difference to me I was never a social being and I didn't intend to change that. In hindsight this was an idiotic move for it left me a prime target for one of the greatest dangers in Konoha at the time.
But before we get to that lets continue on with the short time left at the new orphanage. There is only last event that was of any importance. Two shinobi showed up to talk to us about the academy. Unfortunately their faces did not ring any bells in my fading memory of the past world. Thankfully though it was for the older children who were at least five years old. As such I did not have to attend there speech. So I promptly ignored them and left. But it did bring a new problem to the front of my mind. However intelligent I may have seemed I'm still seen as a child. This in turn limits my resources to advance in secret. But if I joined the academy I would have a steady supply of learning material and I could also find out how to best train my body. And then I could just drop out. Maybe.
