I do not own, nor do I claim to own, Naruto. This is a work of fiction that is non-profit. Please enjoy.
Prologue:
Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't die sooner. I was a special agent (whose forte was in black ops), in his forties with plenty of enemies out for my head. I just wish I died a little later, preferably when was old and had lived out my life to the fullest. Not shot by a drug lord's goon. At least I went with a bang. Literally, they shot me in an abandoned factory with a Desert Eagle .50 for crying out loud. I hope they went deaf.
In my last 7 seconds, I saw my life flash before my eyes. My boring, un-eventful childhood, my first time (both killing and having sex), my not-so-boring youth (filled with enough blood and gore to make 10 horror movies), going past my prime, my grandparents funeral, my marriage that stopped before it started. All of my memories in 7 seconds. Then, well nothing.
Still is nothing now.
I thought I'd be sent to Hell, or Purgatory, considering all the things I'd done. No way was I gonna go to Heaven. But no, just my luck to be stuck in Limbo of all places. Or maybe this is just my personal Hell. Stuck doing nothing after a life of action.
I'd gone through the seven stages of grief, and had dealt with my shock a long time ago. Now I was just kind of floating, bored. I didn't really have a body, just a kind of conscious. I thought back on my life, like I'd done previously many, many times before. But this time I thought about what I'd miss or maybe who'd miss me.
I wasn't exactly the social type (I had colleuges that filled my socialising needs) and my parents still hated me for coming out as bi... Would they miss me? I wasn't their only son, I wasn't their youngest or their oldest. In fact, I was the type of person whom they hated.
I just couldn't picture my mother crying at my funeral, my father reassuring her as he looked sadly down at my casket- empty probably. I couldn't see my brother or sister crying either.
My colleagues would more likely miss my skills rather than me. I was known as hard worker and someone who was exceedingly good at hand-to-hand combat. I had worked at the agency for half my life, so of course quite a few people from work would show up, but I doubt there would be any real grief. I think it would seem more of a obligatory attendance, seeing as I was a senior officer.
The only person I could picture being truly sad would have to be Mary, my niece.
I know she would miss me. I felt a warm contented feeling fill me. It was nice to remember at least one person cared. Probably. I miss her too. I miss dotting on her, laughing with her, conspiring with her, pretending to be a ninja with her...
Man I haven't thought about that in ages. I fondly looked back at my memories that held Mary in them. I remember the time I took her for icecream and we saw a movie together, cause her father was busy with work. I remember the time she introduced me to-anime was it? I remember her smiling happily at the computer as characters fought and talked. I remember her complete and utter obsession with the anime/comic (wait it has a special name right? Mangi? No. Mangu? No. Mango? No... Manga! Yeah it's called manga right?) called - 'Naruto' was it?
Yeah, she was obsessed with 'Naruto' for years, even bought a bunch of costumes from it. She begged me to teach her some martial arts because of it too. She pratically forced me to memorise everything about it, not that I minded really. The characters were interesting enough (well interesting enough for a guy in his late twenties), the plot was amusing, the fighting styles a mix of captivating and down right hilarious. The history was my favourite though, they way everything was exceedingly realistic, and the countries relationships were striking similar to some in our world.
But my favourite thing by far was the way it made her smile. I'd happily learn a bunch of different-admittedly odd (weird)-hand signs, teach myself different styles of marital arts, memorise a bunch of useless facts about a fictional world, learn to throw senbon needles, shuriken and kunai, Hell, learn a completely different language if it ment that she'd smile. I gladly eat a ton of shitty ramen noddles and waste my weekends and spare time watching a cartoon, cause I know that it'd make her happy.
The warm content feeling that had been spreading put through my 'body' receed into a cold, lonely, melancholy feeling as I remembered that I could never go back and see Mary again. I could never eat shitty take-away foods while binge watching a cartoon again. No more random pop quizzes, no more learning those hand signs. I could never do any of that again.
The one thing I'd miss about that world wouldn't be the killing, not the blood nor the money but my niece and her smiles. Her crack theories about characters and her happiness. I felt sad, no I felt devastated. Why? Because I know that I'd never get to see her again, I'd been gone too long for any sort of miracle to happen. I just wish that there was something I could do to make her smile one last time. No matter who small.
As if on que, voices started buzzing. I couldn't tell from where, Hell, I couldn't tell up from down or left from right. What I could tell was that they were getting closer. My training kicked in, training that had basically been ingrained into every fibre of my being.
Stay low. They probably know your here, but don't let them know that you know. Act how you normally would, no tencing, no stances. Completely relaxed. Gather information. Don't act until you know what the situation fully. Listen. Listen. Listen.
So listen I did.
"...a kind of bor...cha think? I wish some...ould happen! Maybe a new..."
"I heard a wish coming from ov...could be the chance we've be...for. Wanna check it o..."
Damn it! They were getting closer but there voices seemed to be fading in and out! Shit! I need to listen harder!
"Sounds promising! What - should we put - in?"
"Dunno. Maybe the - one? It would be the most - to watch!"
Damn! I could hear them fine now, the voices weren't fading, but certain words seemed to be cut out and replaced with a buzzing sound. It sounded like I was trying to tune into a exceedingly touchy radio station that kept cutting to static.
"Your right -! It would - be the most -!"
"Hmmm... So - their name, _?"
"Ahh let's -..." I heard paper rustling. Is there even filing in the after life? Maybe that's what He'll is, fling paper work for all eternity. That would definitely be tort- no Marshel! Listen!
"Aha! Here - -! Let's see... Marshel Hyde, died 17 th of - in the year of - aged 42- aww he was still pretty - _!"
"I know _, that's why they have a better chance of -. Anything else?"
"Uhhhhhhh, male, adores his niece, antisocial... Hmmm... Nothing of - really... Wait! He was a special agent! Trained to -! Niece had an obsession with - - - and practically forced him to learn a lot of - about it! Oooh, he'd be a loose - -! Anyway, died of a shot to the -, while he was on a -. Top of his class in hand to hand combat, not bad at - either! Pretty bright -."
"And what was his -, _? Would it be strong enough?"
"His wish? Let's see... Awwww! He just wanted to make his - smile on last time! Now that's -!"
"Yeah it is pretty cute, but is it - enough?"
"To get him -, yes."
"Will he survive to do enough dama- I mean - anything? Anything -?"
Don't underestimate this one's - to live, _.He should have died - or so odd years -, but was stubborn and - willed himself to live! Did it a - times actually."
"So he's - enough?"
"Yep!"
"Then let's - to it!"
"Aye, - sir!"
What.
WHAT?!
I feel kinda funny...
I heard my name.
They knew about me.
Huh. I can't see anything as usual, but everything is getting dimmer somehow...
They knew about everything.
What co uld this mean?
Why do I f eel like I'm f alling ?
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Author note: Hello, PhantomInTheWind here, I'd just like you all to know that I'm really happy that you chose to read my story! Now, this is the first story I've posted on this site, so if there any odd spacing, or the page layout seems weird please let me know, along with any errors that have slipped by me. I am not the best at keeping to specific update times, so I'm sorry if you have to wait for a while, but I plan to have a few chapters up in the up coming months.
In the conversation the dashes are ment to represent words and the underscores the names of the voices. I had originally made sure that the number of dashes matched the number of letters in the word, but won't let me save it like that... (Same goes for the underscores. Apparently 1 is the maximum...) I'm sure you could figure out the missing words though! Hopefully...
Thank you for reading and have a nice day!
