Chapter 1
Sigh. When I was young (or should I just say younger?) I prayed that I would have a better life after I died, since I was one of those people who strongly believed in reincarnation. (Too many fanfictions.)
I mean, there was nothing wrong with my life—I had the greatest, most loving parents in the world (provided they weren't yelling at me) ,and a great family. I also did decently in school. I was never the smartest kid, but I was at least about 19-20 out of 200 people in my grade. (compared to sister dearest who was top of her year, top of her class and always better than the second child.)
But in the year I had turned 14, God gave me a swift kick up the ass. My face Blew up. The silky, alabaster skin that I had been blessed with had suddenly been overun with acne. And to make matters worse this bitch had thought it was a great idea to pop the bloody pimples. Long story short, eternal scarring. Hell.
Now, I could go on forever about these disgustingly personal stories, but I'm not ready to expose myself like that. Pouring salt on the wound, being overly emotional and that. You get the point.
Anyway, I should have been more careful about what I wished for. I mean, for fucks sake! I died when I was 14 years old. And to make it clear, no, the acne did not clear up.
I suppose it was nice that I was given a brand new life (and ability) as compensation. It's so OP, but, thanks. I appreciate it. (The best part is that it has little to no risk of permenant damage! Hehe)
*Fast forward 14 years*
"Urgh... Waking up is the worst~" I whined. "Don't you think, Crookshanks?" I heard a low grunt.
"Geez. Why is my cat such a bitch?" In hindsight, I realize naming my cat after Hermione's wasn't the best idea in the world. Regardless of how 'good' the cat is supposed to be, I've always thought that he was an asshole. (Wait, was Crookshanks a boy or a girl?) Whatever. They don't even exist in this world.
As I prepared to take a shower, I could distantly hear the neighbour giggling perversely.
A vein in my forehead popped. (I'm in an anime. I can do that now.) " YOU OLD FUCKING PERV!! IF YOU'RE TRYIN' TO PEEP AGAIN, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!" I shrieked pulling my clothes on and charging next door to confront a certain someone.
"Byakugan!"
Let's make something clear. I do not have the Hyuga's Byakugan. ( I mean, we're not even in the same universe, and if you can't figure that out by now, you're just thick.)
I was just incredibly lucky when it came to my quirk. I had an 'eye-mutant' type quirk, that just so happened to have the same properties of the Byakugan. (*coughcough* No horrific flashbacks to my childhood about training said quirk to get it up to code. None at all. Haha..)
"Oh shit!! I'm gonna be late for school!!"
(And it's not like anyone but me calls it 'Byakugan' anyway... On my official profile, it just says: 'x-ray vision' ,which sounds like crap. Forgive me for having standards.)
"Oh shit!! I didn't feed Crookshanks!!"
Author's note.
I suck.