Naruto fanfiction.
Summery: Cleo Simmons died at the age of 17. A rogue car with an extremely drunk driver had skipped a red light and had barreled into her frail body at 60 miles per hour. The moment she died, the moment she breathed out her last breath a new life was born.
WANRNING: COULD CONTAIN GORE, VIOLANCE, SIGNS OF PERVERTEDNESS and CHILD ABUSE.
Authors note: I'm aware that the world has changed into a much more exeptable ace and that gay fanfictions are "the in thing" right now. Im just warning you right now that I'm not against gay people or anything and that I don't care who you love but I have the right to my own opinion and I believe in male/female relationships because of my Christianity. My morals won't allow me to wright any yaoi or yuri fanfictions so don't bother to ask for it.
Chapter 1:
It was a strange feeling, being reborn. Cleo could only describe the feeling to waking up after almost a month of sleeping. Your limbs weren't moving right, they were heavy and felt like seven bricks were tied to them. Your eyes couldn't see past the vase of sleepiness couldn't fix on one object. Your voice didn't work and your tongue felt like a dead weight. Your ears couldn't filter the voices right. In other words she felt useless.
The first two years of her life was the same. The only things that changed was her sight and hearing. She could see clearly at the age of two and she could hear perfectly now. Her words still came out like gurgles and her limbs could only role her over and drag her body all over the wooden floors of her new home.
Her new name was Chieko Megumi. It was hilarious to her with its irony and truthfulness. Her new parents were poor farm workers but they were wise and inelegant people and seemed to sense that Chieko was a very special child.
Chieko realized after two weeks of consciousness that she seemed to be in Japan. Her new mother and father always cooed unfamiliar words as they fed her some goop. Words like Tou-san and Kaa-san were familiar though. Her house was also styled with wooden floors, sliding paper doors and tatami mats for beds. Dinner was to be served around a short table with sitting pillows placed around it and the way her new father farmed his crops made Chieko realized that she might not be living in the modern era anymore.
Chieko might have been a grown woman on the inside but she couldn't help but cry at the thought that she might never watch her beloved Naruto ever again. She cried that night like no other. She cried for her lost parents, her brother, her grandma and all of her lost friends. She cried because she didn't know where she was nor did she know what to do.
Chieko's new parents stayed up all night trying to console their crying two year old daughter. They sung lullabies and walked around rocking her in their arms trying to get her to sleep. The moment before she finally fell asleep and the sun's rays shined upon her new parents tired faces she realized what good people they really where.
The next four years went by like the wind. Chieko grew to love her parents. They were loving and caring and worked hard to provide for her.
Her father was a gentle man. His looks reminded Chieko of a clan in a anime she watched as Cleo. He had black hair and black eyes. He looked to be an Uchia at firts glance but the second time you looked you could see laughing lines by the sides of his eyes, the huge muscles he gained by hard work on the farm and the dark skin that came with spending hours a day out in the sun. His name was Aoi Megumi.
Her mother was a silent and wise woman. The only way to describe her was the word 'exotic'. Her mother had sky blue hair and stormy grey eyes. She was thin but beautiful. Pale skin never gave way to the piercing sun. Her name was Chie Megumi.
Chieko seemed to take after her mother. Her blue locks was more teal than light blue and her eyes were a shade darker than her mothers. Her skin never seemed to tan and Chieko grieved for hours at the loss of her previously olive toned skin.
It was the season of the cherry blossoms on Chieko's fifth year of life when she found the first clue to where she was. It made her cry for hours in joy and in terror. It was the first time she had seen ninja's and it was the last time she ever saw her family.
Autors note: okay, that's enough for now. My head hurts and I need to study Afrikaans poetry right now or I'm going to fail my record exams so please don't shoot me for the tiny cliffhanger! Comment please! I need to know if its a bit too...I don't know awful to continue.