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I was born into this new world the same way I died in the last one.
That is, screaming and covered in blood.
That was lots of fun.
Anyways, after much screaming and crying, I finally calmed down enough to take stock in my surroundings.
Konoha. Frickin' Konoha.
The leaf thingy on the medic-nin's forehead kind of clued me in on that.
Well, either this was Konoha, or these guys were hardcore cosplayers.
I honestly don't know which one would be worse, people who murdered and blew things up on a regular basis, or weebs.
Oh god the weebs.
Although if the entire society here is obsessed with Japanese culture, I'll eventually be inducted into their culture-worship cult.
Either that, or I'll become a child soldier.
Honestly, I'd rather be a child soldier.
Both of my new parents have pretty crazy hair colors. My father's hair is a dark purple, while my mother's hair is an obnoxious shade of blue.
No really, it's bright as shit.
Her hair is an eye-watering monstrosity
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hope that my parents are just kind of weird,and the the hair is just dyed, and not genetic. If I inherit, that freaking hair, the world will witness the first infant suicide.
Kidding, I wouldn't kill myself over something like that, but you bet your ass that I'd get my hands on some hair dye first chance I get.
It's been about seven months since I came into this world, and I can confidently say that these people aren't weebs.
They're just frickin' ninja.
How I know that, you ask?
I frickin' saw the Kyuubi stomp through the village. Hell, I felt the Kyuubi stomp through the village. Killing Intent is no joke.
I also totally didn't soil myself.
…
Okay so I totally soiled myself. But frickin'... Kyuubi! That shit was terrifying! Also! I'm not even one year old yet! I'm entitled to piss my pants whenever I want to! Thank you very much.
Anyways, I'm in a world full of murderers for hire, with only spotty, half remembered fanfiction knowledge.
Wonderful.
Oh yeah, and my parents are dead.
That sucks.
That sucks a lot.
I mean, I didn't know these people for that long, so I'm not losing my mind or anything, but these people cared for me. They raised me so far, and they've grown on me.
Just like that, I've gotten my first experience of what it's like in a world of ninja. This world is cruel, with murderers stalking you at every turn. Then there's the shit like S-Rankers, who can blow up a goddamn village no sweat. If I want to survive in this world I'll need to be strong. Stronger than anyone else. I need to be one of these S-Rankers.
Otherwise, I'll die.
But before that, my parents are dead, and I'm not even a year old yet.
Off to the orphanage I go!
I've spent about a year in the orphanage.
This is boring as hell.
No seriously it's awful. I can't exactly socialise with the other children. They were awkward to interact with, with my previous life experience making it almost impossible to properly interact with children my physical age.
They were adorable though.
During my stay at the orphanage, I learned to read and write, thank God- er, Kami for neural plasticity. I've already exhausted the orphanage's pitiful library of even more pitiful books. Seriously, most of the books were little kid stories. Except, you know, ninja crap.
So like, ninja stories, but with most of the violence severely cut down.
They sucked.
And I read them anyways.
Really, they were my only source of entertainment.
I think I've freaked out the caretakers, having someone who can barely speak- curse this infernal underdeveloped body- reading and writing already.
I've also tried to unlock my chakra. I've barely made any progress in that, but fuck it, it's something to do.
Maybe I should ask my caretakers to take me to the library. Maybe I could do some reading on chakra 'n stuff. I could an early start or someth- Holy crap!
Or, you know, I could just lose all feeling in my limbs and collapse on the ground.
"Kukukuku. You're certainly an interesting child."
Damn. I knew that voice. And that laugh.
Damnit! I'm furious with myself. I'm such an idiot! How could I forget this asshat?! This is why all reincarnated OCs put limiters on themselves! It's so that this asshole leaves them alone!
Orochimaru's pale face filled my vision as he leaned over me. His insane grin flashing. As my eyes blurred and my vision started to fail, I had only one thought.
Well, I'm boned.
For the next few months all I could feel is pain.
Or maybe it's been years? Maybe it's only been a few days. Time stays stagnant when you're not having fun.
And believe me, I'm most certainly not having fun.
Every day Orochimaru would waltz into my cell with a syringe of something and stab me with it. Some days he'd bring me to his lab, strap me to a table, and… and… Oh God. Then I'd eat a grey, mushy, tasteless meal. Then, I'd go to sleep. Then wake up the next day, to do the same thing.
Orochimaru seems to be growing impatient with me. The syringes have done nothing lasting to me, and he's probably seen nothing abnormal with my physique. I'm just a normal kid physically.
I'm a failed experiment. And I know exactly what happens to failed experiments.
They're subjected to some crazy shit that'll probably kill them, then they're thrown out like trash.
Damnit.
I'm gonna be the shortest-lived SI character in the history of Fanfiction.
At this rate, I'll be a one-shot.
My blood feels like ice in my veins as I consider another possibility.
Maybe I won't be a one-shot, but since this is a fanfiction, there's a whole 'nother thing coming.
I have fanfiction protagonist luck, plot armour. I'll probably survive whatever the hell Orochimaru has coming for me.
Then I'll be a Mary Sue.
Frickin'... Goddamnit!
I'll be a fucking unkillable Wood Release, Rinnegan… whatever the fuck.
Just kill me Orochimaru.
Kill me.
A/N: First attempt at a story. It'd be great if you left a review and gave me some feedback.