I held the flower between my fingers, looking at in careful adoration. It was white, the colour of innocence, though it was also speckled with red. Like blood. I frowned, the thought sentimental but disturbing. I was broken out of my thoughts as another hand crushed the flower I was holding. I swung my hand up, catching them, whomever they were, in the face. A grunt of pain followed my hit, and I grinned, satisfied. I stepped away, looking this narrowed eyes at my 'victim'. Some dumb boy, glaring at me and grumbling. I didn't recognize him, which I suppose is a good thing. However, not knowing him definitely didn't mean he didn't deserve it. I turned away, walking faster and turning to the left to head into the alley I usually walked through. The gravel and glass crunched beneath my feet, and I fingered the tail attached to my pants nervously. Something… Something just didn't feel right. The noise of the cars from the busy road next to the alley seemed too loud, too close, and my footsteps almost had an echo sort of sound. I jerked my head backwards to look, and I wasn't rewarded with nothing, as I had hoped for. The same boy I had punched - looking closer he now looked at lot older than I had thought at first - was there, following me. He smiled at me, the typically harmless gesture seeming sickly sweet.
"Hey there little foxy~." He cooed at me, and the use of my nickname, 'Fox' (due to my fox tail and fox eared hat I wore) sent a shudder down my spine. I needed to get out of here. I clutched my Jashin pendent, backing away, feeling one of my not-so-threatening snarls form on my face.
"Stay… Stay away from me!" I growled, cursing mentally at my stutter. If I thought things seemed too loud before, now it seemed as though the slightest noise would burst my ears. The sound of cars morphed into the rushing of blood in my ears, and my chest heaved as I sucked in air. A sort of pain had taken over, and my breath was speeding up even as I tried to take deep breathes. The only way I saw out of this was to run, but it was like chains had coiled their way around my legs. I could move, but not enough. Adrenaline pulsed through me, the desperate instinct to run clashing with my hotheaded nature telling me to fight. I was forced to snap out of my current dilemma. The unknown asshole, as he was now officially dubbed, threw himself at me, and I tried to step back, avoid it, but panic muddled my movements and I fell. Gasping and shrieking as he came down on me, a cry of pain left my lips as he grabbed my absurdly long hair. I cried now, kicking at him, my jaws snapping and fists flailing in a violent attempt to get him the fuck off. My struggle was essentially useless, a waste of energy and all I was accomplishing was angering him. I calmed my movements for a moment, taking in how he had trapped me, my senses practically flaring with fear, desperately trying to find a way to escape.
Fuck.
"Ready to cooperate, foxy?" He soothed, voice practically dripping with disgusting intentions.
"F-fuck no!" I wanted my mum. I wanted out of here! I- my teary-eyed thoughts were ended when the man clutched my hair harder and slammed my head into the ground. As it went black I could feel blood pouring from the side of my head where I had been hit, numbness flooding my body. I realized I was still tightly holding my Jashin pendent, and I sent a silent prayer to him as I noticed the cuts on my hand from the metal.
A bright light flood over me, blinding me, and I jerked, confused, There were people… Doctors? Had I been saved? I sighed in relief, until I realized I was too small, and my body seem too clunky and too new. The doctors didn't speak in English either, it sounded more like Japanese, judging by my intake of anime. I… I had been reborn. This isn't what I thought would happen! Where was I? Where was my family? The woman 'shh'ed me, speaking even though I didn't understand a word of it. I didn't listen to her, crying even harder when I realized I was probably across the world from my real family. Eventually, though, the woman beckoned over a boy, and judging by what he called her, I guessed he was my brother. I slowly stopped crying, because his relation to me wasn't the only thing I noticed. On his forehead proudly flashed a headband, and not just any headband. I recognized the symbol etched into the metal - it was the symbol of Kusagakure, the Village Hidden in the Grass. And that meant, either my little - older, I corrected myself - brother was a cosplayer… or I had been reborn into Naruto.