I suffer from depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. I'm not perfect, I'm a fucking human being who has issues and I'm trying my fucking hardest to get through them. (inhales deeply while trying to keep tears from spilling over.) That being said I do not, nor do I ever need your fucking rude comments on how I delete my stories or I never finish, and that perhaps my grammar is not up to par. (I'm sorry are you in college to be an English Teacher?) It is demeaning and not only does it not help it just proves one of the reasons why I constantly delete my stories. I do it because I fear I won't be good enough to write the story, but Kami almighty I have now reposted this story and I won't delete it. Will it take a long time for me to update and finish? Fuck yes! I'm a human who has a life outside of writing. That being said, I hope you enjoy the story if not, fuck off ya wankers!
I would like to say I am not glorifying the topic of suicide by writing the fact my OC has done it. Suicide is a serious issue and I generally talk about it in some way throughout the stories I write simply for the fact that not only have I tried to kill myself but also have lost a friend to suicide as well. If you or somebody you know is contemplating suicide please call 1-800-273-8255. It's toll-free, opened 24/7, and is international meaning anyone and everyone can use it.
"Life asked Death, Why do people love me, but hate you? Death responded because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." -Unknown
The water in the tub is at a comforting heat almost like a hug wrapped around her body as Colette Sinclair stares at the metal razor blade in her hand. The light from the ceiling causing it to glint as if in a strange way to soothe her doubts about what she was planning to do.
Perhaps some people would call her selfish and others not so much, but in a way, Colette didn't have it in her to care about their opinions or of anything.
Not anymore.
Not after Depression kissed her as they whispered into her ears about things Colette knew she wouldn't have missed. She struggled so hard to be happy and tried to burn bright but in the end, she burned herself into ashes.
She watches as her blood fills the tub and she idly wonders if she could see her grandma once more before she goes to hell.
If one were to ask former jounin Sakurai Inari what was important and precious to him, he would calmly state, his village, his wife, and his restaurant the Hanami. Sakurai Inari was a calm and humorous guy who seemed to radiant a calming nature for others to feel at ease in. His restaurant which he ran with his wife who was still an active jounin reflected on his personality. Inari had a few good friends and held a nice life together even if due to his origins originating from a different village, his deep plum hair and those pupiless pink eyes gave away that he was from Kiri's Karatachi clan. Anyways, with those three things being what was important to him it was all throw out the window one day at the shop when his wife spoke four words that would change things forever in his life. "Say that again," he uttered in disbelief as everyone in Hanami looked from the plate that he dropped to his stunning wife who was wearing a memorizing smile on her face.
"We're having a baby, Dattebanna!" she chirped out as she wrapped arms around her flat stomach which would swell soon with precious life.
"Truly?" he whispered with hope lighting up in his pink eyes as he rested one of his hands softly on his wife's stomach. "Truly, my love?" he again whispered with such heartbreaking hope because he was told several years ago when he was fourteen after being hit by a gas poison from an Iwa shinobi that he would be unable to have any children.
"Hai, Inari-kun," she whispered as she brought his hand closer to her stomach. "It is a miracle Yakushi-san said when he found out when I went in for a checkup before heading out on this s-rank mission." (And it was a miracle because in one life that particular medic-nin was out on lunch break allowing his assistant who checked her over in a half-ass manner, which would have cleared her causing her to take a hit on her mission in the stomach making her miscarry the only time she would ever get pregnant by the only fertile sperm left.) "I was taken off the mission roster until I give birth due to our sensitive natural." she ended softly with care.
Inari quickly picked up his wife and spun her around the shop as he gave off a burst of loud booming laughter, "I'm going to be a father!" he shouted with glee to his customers who were smiling in happiness for their kind cook and his wonderful wife.
"I'm going to be a mother!" his wife chimed back happily.
Uzumaki Izanami always wanted to be a mother as she had adored both her parents with all her heart. They had supported her career (she was a skilled jounin) and spoiled her rotten though that may have been due to the fact she was their only child. So of course when she found out early in her relationship with her future husband, Inari that he could not have children, she had resigned herself to either not fulfilling her dream of motherhood or adopting one. Inari was so happy with learning he was going to be a father that he had begun pampering his wife the day she told him the news. The door to their living room was slammed open and in walked Inari his arms full of several packed boxes. "Hisana you're here!" he blinked at his wife best friend Hatake Hisana who was the matriarch of the Hatake clan and married to Hatake Sakumo.
Hisana looked up from her teacup and gave Inari a sharp grin causing her red fangs to stretch on her cheeks. "Hey Inari you've forgotten, Sesshomaru again." she chirped as she gave a pat unto a large dog's head laying in her lap.
Inari gave a sheepish chuckle at the former Inazuka and her dog who was stunning looking as he was vicious. He had pure white fur with a hue of silver to it and golden eyes staring blandly at Inari as if he was insignificant to him. "Hello, Sesshomaru."
Sesshomaru turned from Inari to Izanami, "Why would you ever want to breed with this pathetic mate of yours I'll never understand." he bluntly spoke in a deep voice ignoring how Inari tipped over unto the floor.
"Now Sesshomaru-kun," Hisana began gently as she rubbed at his ear. "I thought we agreed to not speak about Inari-kun like that?" she paused for a second. "Even if it's true." she ended with a whisper causing Inari who just sat up to fall over for a second time with an indignant look on his face.
"Hey stop teasing my anata, Dattebanna!" Izanami huffed out puffy her cheeks up before giving her friend a teasing smirk while her purple eyes twinkled with mischievousness. "Only I can do that!"
"Izanami-chan!" whined out Inari as he gave her a pout.
Izanami stood up from her seat and waddle over to her husband and kissed sweetly on his lips, "Inari you know I love you." she ended gently as she wrapped her arms around her rather large belly telling you she was at least six if not seven months pregnant.
Inari gave his wife a charming smile, "I know!" he chirped out happily still on a high from being kissed by his wife. "Thanks so much for watching the shop for us while we're gone, Hisana." he ended as he gave a bow to the Lady Hatake.
Hisana merely smiled at Inari and her best friend, It is my pleasure," she agreed softly before tilting her head to the side closing her eyes into a unique U shape, (which unknowingly her son Kakashi would copy years later.) "Is it safe to travel this far into your pregnancy and why four years until I see you all again?"
Izanami ran over and somehow in her state fiercely hugged her best friend, "It's the Uzumaki way, Dattebanna!" she leaned back and gave Hisana a soft smile. "We'll be back before you know it." she paused for a second to give her best friend a bright smile. "You are our little bun's Godmother so come and visit us."
Uzumaki Fujin thought the Land of the Eddies otherwise known as Uzushiogakure was the best Village in the whole entire world. Then again the fifty-four year old probably was a bit biased since he was first in Uzumaki and the second was the fact he had called this place his home throughout his entire life including now. Fujin loved his spiral towers and bridges that connected to them while the large river that ran through making small rainbows appear daily near the lower bridges. Fujin's favorite place though in the whole village since he was a boy was the memorial tree. He had always thought it was the greatest piece of fuinjutsu he had not only seen but an honorable way to remember their fallen instead of having their names carved into a boring old rock. The memorial tree was a large and vast Sakura tree that takes up the rest of the large island which their village rested on. The Sakura tree was unique in a way that when it was planted in the soil it had a piece of soul sealing tied to it. Every time you plucked a petal you were greeted by the soul of a former Uzumaki member and allowed to see not only their memories of who they were but allowed to talk to them in great detail. The amazing thing about it all was that the petal always grew back once you were done talking to the ancestor.
Another thing Fujin could claim was being impatient because he wanted to go tell his mother's petal she had a great-grandchild. "When is the little whirlwind going to get here?" he whined out again to his wife Hitomi for the twelfth time in the last thirty minutes.
"MY INSIDES ARE SLOWING BEING CRUSHED INTO A THOUSAND PIECES AS I GET STABBED BY A HOT IRON KNIFE IN THE BACK, DATTEBANNA!" roared his daughter and he could see through the glassed door her leaning forward in a hunch as she gripped her belly pushing with all her might.
"Well, I think that answers that question, impatient husband of mine." Hitomi dryly uttered.
Fujin with a pout on his face tune out the death threats his only princess was shouting to her husband (which to him was not enough punishment for deflowering her in the first place. NO HE DOES NOT CARE IF THEY ARE MARRIED!)
It went silent for a moment before loud hysterical wailing could be heard.
Uzumaki Amaterasu had graced the world with her presence and became part of a large and loving clan of redheads.
Yet if they all only knew what type of hiccup she had caused in the afterlife.
A few minutes later the hitchhiker of her baby brother followed her out of the birthing canal.
