OK, so... Where do I even begin? Well, for starters, don't joke about shit you know nothing about, especially if the joke was directed at a creepy beggar-person-thing on the street dressed all suspicious like and... Nevermind, let's just say it was a stupid move on my part, I just didn't know how stupid at the time. But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself here, Hi there how are you? Let me introduce myself. I had the fortune of having a creative mother who named me Mitsuki, written as full moon, you'll never guess why… Yes, it was a full moon when I was born. Aside from the incredibly girly name (do you not know how to differentiate genders, woman!?) that was given to me there was nothing special about my birth, or my Mother… excepting that it was all happening inside of a whore house, and that yes, I became a son of a no name whore.
It was obviously a bit, or a lot, confusing when at the age of four, aside from the headaches, I began getting foreign memories, pictures, sounds, languages… And at the time, when I finally sorted everything out, I had tentatively allowed myself to think that I have been reborn, reincarnated, booted from my previous life and into the next, death is but a next great adventure and all that shite. So, I was like Ok, I can work with this, seeing as my now previous life wasn't really what you would call great. Super, awesome. Until one day, while I was being out on an errand for the Okaa-san I saw the big Mt. Rushmore dupe, and promptly realized that I, indeed, am fucked.
Let's go back to the creepy beggar-person-thing. I was at the delicate young age of only 27. And like I said, my life wasn't exactly great. Long story short, I was involved in crime since I was a kid, thanks to my no good cokehead Dad, and invisible Mom who conveniently disappeared when I was 7. And since my mom was no longer there to supply coke to my Dad, guess who got the privilege? Annnnd fast forward, it was an especially bad day, I had a friend get busted by the cops, and the money that was on him, the money that was supposed to be payment for a new shipment got busted with him. So I was just minding my own business, walking through the alley, trying to think up a way to get the money and not get killed, when out of nowhere ( look, she was really hunched and shadowy, OK? Not my fault I didn't see her) this old lady starts talking to me, asking about shit that's really none of her business, spouting nonsense about Karma and whatnot, and me, being the funny guy that I am, say something like: „ Why don't you die and get reborn as a rich person, then you would't have to bother me." ... More or less. And she gave me this look, I remember, it froze my feet to the ground for a moment, I wasn't really sure then what was going on but I had this squeezing feeling inside me, like something was poking around in my insides, and when I finally came to my senses she said „I wish you luck in your next life, it looks like you've run out in this one." And I quickly got my ass out of there, because I knew, I really did have no luck. And so, to no ones surprise, by the time the sun rose to begin the next day, I was lying in a puddle of my own blood, shot by the bastards who didn't get their money.
Annnnnd fast forward a bit more, whore got pregnant, I got born, lot's of screaming and crying and poop, I was four, Mt. Rushmore, and the realization, that I... I got reborn into the Naruto world.
Fuck. My. Life.
So, hi... I'm just come out and say that I am not really a writer, nor aspiring to be one, I'm just a girl with too much time on her hands, reading too much fanfiction and getting strange ideas, like being creative and trying to write one for a change. So enjoy, I guess. Comment if you like it, or don't, and see you next time, whenever that is.