So this is the first story that I have ever post on Fanfiction! I have written before but have never published them before so I hope you all like this story! Though I guess you all must be kind of getting bored of all the OC inserts and SI's that are popping up all of a sudden... hahaha. Anyway, hope you find this story worthy of your time and that you enjoy it! By the way the chapters will get longer as the story goes on... so yeah.

If you don't like this story check out Dreaming of Sunshine, What Doesn't Kill You, or Shadowed Sun! These are all really great stories that you should all check out! So you all go do that... :D

Cracked Roads

Summary: Being a ninja is dangerous. You think I would've wanted to be a one considering I am aware of this? Ha, as if I had a choice in the matter. Semi- SI OC

Word count: 530


"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character… Would you slow down? Or speed up?" – Chuck Palahniuk

Prologue

I'm sure that you've heard of this before, right? You know, of how a fan of Naruto somehow ends up being reincarnated into the series. And somehow they are magically born into Konoha in the time frame where Naruto is born and they become a huge help for him by befriending him. Then they all get stronger together, stop major characters that they favour from dying and live happily ever after.

This is not one of those stories, by a long shot.

For one thing, I only watched the first hundred or so episodes of the damned series before I got bored (up until Kazekage Gaara had been brought back to life). I only knew about the important things like Tobito and Pein because a friend of mine had been hopelessly obsessed and thought I would like updates whenever something big happened in the series, or whenever she just wanted to gush. I'm glad she did now, but it had been very annoying at the time.

And for another, I wasn't even born in Konoha! Ha, I wish! Imagine my surprise when I finally figured out where the hell I was born.

I was, wait for it, born in… Iwagakure. Dun dun duuuuuun.

Imagine my face when I was finally able to focus on the markings on the hitai-ate the shinobi of the village (my 'parents' where civilians) wore. Oh, by then I had figured out that I had been reincarnated (I was a baby for Christ's sake!), and that I was in the world of Naruto (kind of hard to deny when people are jumping on the roofs, and making pillars of earth appear out of thin air). Yeah, let me just say that that wasn't a good day for the people that I called 'parents'. They had to look after an inconsolable hysterically crying 2 month old baby, who they actually hadn't even really wanted.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

And the worst of it? It wasn't long before I realised that the Third Shinobi World War was brewing on the horizon.

Yeah.

This isn't a story about how I wanted to make a change for the better in this world, or even how I go about making myself stronger to protect those that I care about. Honestly, I was ready to go into hiding and say 'fuck it they can deal with this shitstorm themselves', but you see I was never given a choice in the matter of becoming a shinobi. No, I am not a Jinchuuriki (I wish I had been given that power boost!), nor am I a part of some major clan in Iwagakure that will give me some major godly power that makes me invincible, or an Uzumaki that will master the art of Sealing or even related to any clan for that matter. I was from a civilian family and had little contact with ninja in general my first year. Your probably thinking by now "if she didn't want to be a ninja the how the hell is all this shit relevant?".

Well, read and find out.

My name is Hibiki and this is how I survived growing up in this hellhole.


Japanese words:

Hibiki- echo/sound

Jinchuuriki- power of the human sacrifice / container of the Bijuu

Bijuu- Tailed Beasts

Iwagakure- Village Hidden in the Stone

Shinobi- ninja

Hitai-ate – shinobi forehead protector

I hope you all liked the prologue! Have a good day everyone!

~Hela