DISCLAIMER; Masashi Kishimoto owns everything Naruto, and I'm just borrowing his shit for fun.
PROLOGUE
Dying sucks. Period. There are no 'if's, 'and's, or 'but's about it. Death sucks, and— frankly; it can kiss my ass.
Don't let society fool you, guys. It hurts to die, no matter how romanticized or downplayed it might be nowadays. It's also terrifying, and it is just downright lonely but that's a whole other can of worms that I refuse to open; since if I did, we'd be here all night, and still not even scratch the surface of it.
Anyway, as I was saying— Dying just fucking sucks, and I advise against you trying it at home, or really, at any time in your life.
Instead, live your life to the fullest! Enjoy your moments of freedom, and do the things you want to do. Why? Because I said so.
I'm not sure if whatever higher being that might be out there has a sick sense of humor, or if they're just fucking with me, but either way, I do not appreciate it one damn bit. Especially because instead of letting me rest in peace like I'd been hoping for since my life was cut short at the age of 17, I was reborn among the living.
Now, don't get me wrong— I did (and still do) appreciate the second chance at life that I was given. What I do NOT appreciate was the fact that upon receiving said second chance, I had to jump through hoops and win a debate with Fate just to keep it. The only saving grace I had at the start of it all were my memories and my conscious mind. I'm positive that if I hadn't had them, my second chance would've ended just as abruptly as my first.
With that all being said, I'm sure you're curious as to what went wrong, right? Well, everything started when I was born on the 21st of August and became part of a clan that was almost completely massacred. However, before we get into the details about my second life, let me give you a little backstory about my first; which, actually, wasn't all that bad. Back then, I had a loving family─who spoiled the hell out of me as a kid─and I had some very close friends. I did well in school and I had things I wanted to do.
Of course, my life wasn't perfect, and to be quite honest, I was fine with that. My biological father might've never really been as involved in my childhood as I would've liked back then, but I had two wonderful father figures; one of which who was my grandpa, and the other was my mother's best friend. They both loved me dearly, and I loved them back just as much. My mother might not have been the greatest mother in the world, but it wasn't entirely her fault. She had depression and was on a medication that (at the time) made her zombie-like. Thankfully, we managed to convince her into getting it changed, so she recovered. My grandmother was like a secondary mother, and we shared a close-knit bond that I treasured with all my heart.
So, the day that I died, honest to God, the last thing that went through my head wasn't something as cliché as, 'Oh my god, I'm dying! I don't wanna die!'
It was, actually, something more along the lines of, 'I hope that everyone will be able to move past any grief this brings them.' And then I was dead; The End. I doubt you guys want to read about the actual event that killed me, since even I don't want to get into that all over again. I'd much rather prefer giving you all the basic 'need-to-know' details before moving right along, so that's what we're doing.
Anyway, I guess I could say that my second life started out pretty eventful. Why, you ask? Well, that's because at first the doctors thought that I was a still-born, who grew up until my mother's water broke, and then died during birth. I'm pretty sure that I scared them half out of their wits when I suddenly inhaled and then proceeded to scream my throat raw until I passed out. It was a confusing day for everyone involved in my birth, especially when they found out what was wrong with me.
I was born with an active Sharingan; which was the reason why everyone thought I'd been still-born. It was draining my chakra right out of my still new-born reserves. If I hadn't been startled into inhaling air when I did, I could've actually died before the day was even over. Thankfully, the medics, who were responsible for both the birthing process and my post-birth care, weren't incompetent idiots, and they performed emergency surgery as soon as they could. They had to forcefully shut down my Sharingan, which damaged the coils around my eyes and temporarily blinded me. My parents were told that the damage wouldn't be permanent for the coils as long as I didn't reactivate it before they healed, and that my sight would return in a week or so.
After that, I was escorted to the Intensive Care unit, where I spent the first few weeks of my life being monitored 24/7.
I'll admit that I probably worked those poor medics to the bone with how many 'fits' I ended up having while in their care. Since I had passed out, I wasn't aware of what had happened until I woke up to a painful throbbing around my eyes. I complained by screaming my lungs out, which was rewarded by what felt like a group of people rushing into the room. When I was settled down after something was done to ease the pain, I was put back down while the people around me conversed in what first sounded like gibberish until I realized that the words they were using sounded familiar. After a few more minutes of quietly listening to the conversation, I was able to deduce that they were speaking some type of variation of Japanese.
In my past life, I had studied Japanese enough to converse casually with people, but I rarely got the time to use it back then since I had no one to practice with. However, this knowledge allowed me to deduce the topic of their conversation but it didn't give me the ability to understand anything more than that. It was during the weeks after that incident that I heard a bunch of familiar words that confused the absolute heck out of me. Shinobi, Kunoichi, Hokage, Jutsu, Chakra and Konohagakure were all said by different people at different times, and whenever I heard one of those words, I was startled awake and left confused since I couldn't understand much more than the basics of the language.
Over time, I was able to put together some meanings to a few of the newer words I heard each day. So by the time I was allowed to be taken home, I was reeling with the conclusion I came to after analyzing all of the information I collected.
I somehow ended up being reincarnated into the world of Naruto, and I'd been born during the time that Sarutobi Hiruzen was still Hokage.
Yay!
NOT.