I don't own Naruto just my OC. I apologize for spelling mistakes and such. This is my first Fanfiction.

My first life ended pretty much after it just started. I lived up to my 21 year, being born to normal parents. Having ordinary siblings but being considered a genius. People always called me one, never even considered I could be a hard worker, which I was. I had been fascinated with so many things and loved to learn and experience. My siblings tended to call me a geek and obsessed. Which I had slightly been. I loved Manga and Anime, even started to learn Japanese but didn't get far, unfortunately. I was in our universities cafeteria, studying human anatomy. Short after this I died. How you ask?

Well… let me tell you. I was shot. By a person I somehow considered a friend some time ago. She went amok, killed our teacher, some other Students and me.

How do I know? Beats me. Do I miss my family? Not really, considering I was somewhat of a loner. Not that I didn't love them. I just didn't feel close to them at all. My younger Brother and older Sister didn't like me for rising our parents expectations and being a constant reminder of their mediocrity. Thinking back, it seems I haven't really lived before. I don't bear a grudge against the girl which killed me. I had fun. Could have lasted longer, but well..whats done is done.

So, how am I talking to you? For some time now have I felt like floating. I don't feel any pain nor discomfort. Odd if you ask me, but who am I to question mother nature and her ways. Or destiny, god, Kami which ever suits you best. Alas, I am asking this question myself. Sigh. I'm bored.

I feel damp, sometimes there is something touching me. I hear voices and have a feeling as if there is someone right beside me. Then suddenly there is this pull. Interesting but disgusting, I'll spare you the details . Light blinding my eyes even through my shut eyes. Noises which I can't place. Panic. I don't think this is supposed to happen. Screams reach my ears. They are my own! What the Fuck!? I´m feeling cold, there are far to large hands on my body. Had I just been out cold all this time?

Then there is this ominous feeling. All around me, making me shut up. Screams sound all around me, confusing me. Then there is this smell. I can't place it. It´s heavy and fuck. I´m scared. I can feel myself starting to shake, tears flowing down my face.

This doesn't feel right. Disorientated I´m trying to get away from this feeling, these pain filled voices and this hate. The amount of hate is suffocating me, choking I am trying to breathe. It hurts so much.

Make it stop. Please. I wan´t no more. Save me, SOMEONE. ANYONE!

Now I wish I hadn't asked for it. Just then I hadn't realized just what I was asking for. No plan as to where I was. Nothing. Something I wish I could go back to.

-Third person view-

Chaos was everywhere. The man enjoyed it. He strolled through the streets, searching for new flesh. Living flesh. Until he found it. Barely two hours old. Red hair, full of bruises, but no scream escaping its small lips. A sicking grin spreading across his features. His eyes hungry. He lifted the small being up in his arms. Could feel an unusual amount of chakra emitting of the girl. Now, she was his.