A/N: Wow, starting another fanfic already? Go me. And before you ask, no. She's not an Uchiha. Anyways, I feel like this fic will be a lot better than my other because I actually take my time when writing this lol. The other fic was/is something I work on during my free time. While this story, on the other hand, will most likely become my life. But what do I know? Also, sorry if I use any incorrect sans, chans, kuns, etc. I don't have a shit ton of knowledge on those things so i'm kinda winging in more than anything. P.s. This chapter will be shorter than my usually amount because of it being the Prologue. All my other chapters will be over 2k.
Anywho, welcome to Chained! Enjoy!
I do not own Naruto or its characters.
Summary
"Since the moment she was born she was chained into a life she didn't want nor enjoyed. She was forever bound to a clan that was power hungry and expected nothing less then perfection. It didn't help that she was just ripped from her old life and thrusted into a newborn child without any time to adjust. She never asked for this, but then again. Nobody had a choice in the matter, not even her." Set during Third war times. Kakashi Generation.
"The greatness of the human being is not in the reincarnation of the world, but in the reincarnation in ourselves." -Mahatma Gandhi
CHAINED
PROLOGUE
What does drowning feel like? When someone thinks about drowning they usually assume it would be quick. That as soon as the water hits your lungs you're basically dead. Then after all the choking and suffocating its peaceful. It would be like you're sinking deeper and deeper while in some type of soothing sleep until you just die.
Wrong.
Drowning feels like someone is plugging your nose and covering your mouth, but in your mouth is lots and lots of water. So you can't do anything but choke on that water. You know what it feels like when you take a drink of water and you end up inhaling a little and you brush it off with a cough and a slightly choked, "Wrong pipe."
At first that's what it feels like except it's a lot of water and you can't breathe nor cough some of the said water out of your lungs. Instead every time you open your mouth even more water gets into your lungs. Your chest tightens and it feels like someone is literally squeezing your lungs. With every second it feels worse and hurts more. That's when you start panicking.
You fling your arms around rapidly and sloppily attempt to keep your head above the water, But of course keeping your head up failed completely. Every time you lift your head up, you take a large breath on instinct, hoping to get oxygen but instead you end up inhaling even more water. You hope someone, anyone, sees you. But nobody does. Not one single person.
You start getting desperate. You let out a piercing scream as tears stream down your face, which only makes the situation worse. Your throat completely burns. From the salt water, crying, screaming, coughing, or choking, you couldn't tell. It was all of the above most likely.
The weight on your chest only got heavier the longer you continued to drown. It didn't help that a loud ringing was now all you could hear besides the large waves that kept pushing your head underwater. Every part of you feels like it's on fire. Ironic, considering you were drowning. As the saying goes, Irony is a bitch.
Suddenly, the muscles in your arms and legs tense up, making it impossible to keep attempting to fling your arms around or keep your head up. You sink down into the deep ocean as a grieving expression forms on your face. For the first time in your life, you feel utterly and completely hopeless. Nobody was going to come for you. No one would rescue you. You were going to die and you couldn't do anything about it.
For what felt like hours, you were in a immense amount of pain. All you could do was float there. You were unconscious, yet you could feel everything that was happening. It was frustrating, but at that moment all you could do was think about the life you wouldn't have. The family you would never have the chance to make and grow old with.
Because you were dying. I was dying. And there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.
Suddenly, I couldn't feel anything and my mind was completely blank. That was the day I died. The day I was supposed to die.
Darkness. Different people have different opinions on darkness. It could be comforting and peaceful or it could be lonely and fearful. I suppose it all just depends on the person though. I wouldn't say I was afraid of it, but it certainly wasn't something I necessarily enjoyed.
I couldn't tell where I was or even who I was anymore. I was in darkness for far too long, that was obvious enough. I couldn't even understand if any of this was real or if I was stuck in some type of never ending dream.
'I've been having these weird thoughts lately… Like, is any of this for real or not…?'
The irony of that quote made me want to break down crying. Is this how Sora felt? Hopeless, afraid, and alone? Probably not, he did have Goofy and Donald after all. But me? I was alone in this darkness. I didn't have anyone here.
That's how it felt for months. Floating in darkness with an aching chest full of loneliness and heartache. Until one day the walls around me begun to get closer and closer. Panicking, I kicked and clawed those walls in attempt to get it to stop. Only it didn't.
It squeezed me down something as I felt the cool crisp air nip at my cold, naked body. It didn't help that I was covered in some wet guck. I felt someone pick me up as they spoke some language I couldn't understand. I think it might have been Japanese but I could be wrong. Wait. I was being held. By a person.
Sure, I know i'm short but not that short.
I heard a woman crying before everything went silent. Then I heard panicked shouts and a loud beeping noise. It wasn't hard to figure out what was happening.
I was reincarnated as a living, breathing baby. I believed reincarnation could be plausible but I didn't think it would actually happen. Especially to me. Why did I still have my memories? Wasn't I supposed to forget everything and be like a whole new person? Perhaps I wasn't supposed to even be reborn and someone just made a mistake?
I didn't want to be reborn. Was I even in my world anymore? I couldn't see anything either. Everything just looked like fuzzy blobs. Why couldn't I have just died? What cruel God decided to make me live a whole new life as someone else? I wasn't even get a chance to fucking grieve over the life I had lost. Now I was going to be forced to make a new family with strangers I've never even met. I wouldn't be able to call my parents of this life Mom and Dad because those titles didn't belong to them.
They didn't raise me. They didn't take care of me and I sure as hell didn't love them. They were not my parents. No, they were the reason I was reborn into this new world. If they didn't get pregnant then I wouldn't be here and I could have died peacefully. But no.
I didn't get a chance to say I'm sorry to my family. I was sorry for being ungrateful and thankful for everything they did for me. I was sorry for all the times I didn't answer their calls in college. I was sorry for not appreciating my siblings because I would have been completely alone if it wasn't for them. But mostly, I was sorry for not saying goodbye.
I would never see them again. My mom, dad, sister, brothers, or even my best friend. I was alone and scared. In a way, It felt like I was drowning all over again. Once again I was hopeless. I couldn't do anything, just like before.
I was drowning again. Only this time, instead of drowning in the ocean, I was drowning in my own tears.
CHAPTER END
UNEDITED
I just had to put a kingdom hearts quote in there lol. I hope you all enjoyed the prologue of Chained. If you did then please favorite and tell me what you thought! Thank you!