Author's Notes: So, This fanfiction is originally in portuguese and I'm trying to translate for english because a few requests and even to practice my english. I really aprecciate if you guys gave a feedback about grammar and stuff, since I find this language fascinating and really love It. oh, and this fanfiction is hard influenced by "How to obtain a Reverse Haren in Naruto" by Darkpetal16.
Caroline Oliveira Silva. That was my name. Not an extravagant or unusual name like everything in me. I was just a freshman yearning for a medical career. I've never done anything extraordinary in my life. I was considered intelligent, but not a genius. I was not the most athletic person in the world, but I wasn't the sedentary in person. Brazilian Average height. Hair and brown eyes. Slightly brown skin.
Everything in me screamed normal.
Not that I cared anyway. I liked the ordinary. Normal was good. I just needed to be an ordinary girl who would one day graduate and be a good doctor, marry someday in a future where I would have stability and financial independence and have one or two children. That was all the planning of my life. Nothing to change the world, be famous or millionaire. A savings in the bank and an income that would let me have a comfortable and safe life.
Safe.
Almost laught in the thougth. I died at age 14. All I wanted was security. And what happens to me? A guy who surely should have bought the driver's license knocking on my mother's car. It was painful and chaotic, so I will not give more details about this moment of my life. The moment that should have been the last.
Which makes all sense since the end of your life comes with death, right?
Wrong.
It's not as if it were exactly tied to any religion, but it was kind of unnerving to find out that there was this postmortem thing. Reincarnation. Can you believe the crazy situation?
But that was it. In one second I died and in the other I feel contractions pushing me through a narrow place that I do not even like to remember what it was.
Born again was not the "X" of the issue. What really drove me crazy was my awareness of it. I think you're curious to know about this second chance I got, even though I do not understand why.
To be honest, I appreciate the small blessing of remembering little before the age of five. I didn't wanted pretend to be a normal child. Although I considered my very common self, some would like to say that I was strange to a 14-year-old girl. A mix of adult and child, most in the serious side that I was suppose to be. But, returning to my second life and the early years of my childhood. It was as if he were in a vivid dream, but could not remember the details. I remember the pain in my lungs at birth and a song that made me sleep. I remember acting like a normal child, playing, drawing, running, crying.
Then there was my name. It was a very common name (something very happy for me that loved the ordinary) if I were to think that I should have been born in a part of Asia, something evident in the different language of which I was accustomed. But there was one thing about this new name that left me totally disoriented, paranoid and confused.
My name was Sakura. Sakura Haruno.
It was not immediately that I realized what that meant. Not even when I discovered that in this world have actual ninjas. Or when I saw bandanas with the Konoha symbol and I seriously thought "Naruto" was making more success than I imagined or would like. It was only when I hurt my knee and Mebuki, Sakura's mother, healed me. In just a few seconds. With the hand shining (shining!) Green. I felt my tissue heal.
Ninjutsu basic doctor.
Yep. My face was the same as when I saw Bambi's mother dying. Then I thought,
"Of all places to be reborn ... It had to be where it is a violent misfortune and I can find a psychopath in the corner?"
I felt the dream of safety and stability being ripped out of me. It was such a simple dream. So simple. But here it comes and it happens. I imagined security and stability as people. They were waving goodbye and saying "you'll never be able to have it again".
Oh yeah.
I am sooo screwed.
Many people would agree that I am a miserable and cold being for what I am doing. I believe these people are partly right. I am not, in the worst sense of the word, a bad human being. I'm just an individualistic and selfish person.
So I did not act like many fanfictions characters I've read. I did not strive to be friends with Naruto and save him from a fucking childhood. I did not put under myself the burden of avoiding the Uchiha massacre. I did not meditate on the hundreds of death I could prevent. All this for a very logical, rational and practical reason: to remain alive. If I approached Naruto, I could get attention from the wrong people. Like the hokage. Now, do not come and tell me "How stupid! He's a nice old man and a really awesome ninja!" Maybe he is, I do not deny. But let's face it: I have knowledge of the future. Of one future, in fact.
Man, politic. For me, It sucks in any period and in any universe.
So, yes, I'm sitting eating in the schoolyard ignoring that there are a few meters from me a group of children maliciously insults Naruto.
It's been a week since I started classes at school (they were both for civilians and future ninjas being divided by classes) and three days they started chasing Naruto. I will not say I did not care. It upsets me. A lot. But not to the point of intruding and playing the role of a heroine.
I never wanted to be a heroine.
I sighed when the ringing to return the lessons sounded and I walked with speed and discretion.
Kizashi put me on the floor and gave me a few weak shoves encouraging me to walk in the direction of hell.
That is, where were all those children.
"Cha, stop thinking like that, coward! They're just kids and they're acting civilly." - Haru, my inner, said. She is right. They're just kids. And they are really normal ... I sighed and very, very cautiously advanced.
Quickly a little girl stared at me and smiled. I smiled back, almost melting so pretentiously, and she took me by the hand, taking me to other children. The first few seconds were quiet.
That's until one of them picks up grass and wants to eat. Desperate, I took the boy's grass. Then the girl started to run and others did the same.
"Do not run, kids!" I cried, worried when one of them fell. I went to the hurried child and helped her up; I barely finished and she was running again. Someone started to scream. I looked around and saw a little girl terrified of a cat. I ran up to her and calmed down, and as I did, another cry came. I ran my eyes and found a red kid, probably allergic to the way he sneezed and itch. He did not even question when I started to guide him to a couple who were looking for him. I looked for my parents, who talked enthusiastically with other parents.
"God, this is crazy!" I stepped away from the little ones and sat down, exhausted.
I heard a muffled cry.
"Do not go. You're not the mother," Haru warned. What did I do? I ignored it. Because to compensate for my selfishness someone decided to fill me with maternal instinct. Contradictory? I agree.
"You're hurt?" I ask, seeing a boy all huddled and head down, sobbing. Then he rose suddenly and revealed his face. I blinked, as surprised as he.
"The best plans go awry." I think, seeing that blond hair and those wide blue eyes.
"Who told you not to hear me? Or hear yourself, since I am a part of you."
"Yes, you're right, I should leave the poor thing crying here and ignore my 'mother's' instinct - totally possible, as you might have guessed." I said sarcastically. A tremor ran through my small body, knowing that a few yards away separating myself from crazy children.
"Are you hurt?" I repeated the question seeing that he looked at me in absolute shock and his face blushed.
"N-no."
"Then why are you crying?"
"Because nobody wants to play with me ..."
Ouch. How could anyone not want to play with such a sweet thing? I sat beside him in silence. We stayed like this for a while.
"Why does not anyone want to play with me?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Children can be cruel too." I spoke with a serious countenance.
"Would you play me?" He asked. I felt like saying yes.
"Focus. He's being watched. Somewhere there's an ANBU watching you, and it's going to continue like this if you try to be friends with him."Haru reminded me, and I swallowed hard.
"It's nothing personal ..." I started slowly. "But I do not like to play. Besides, you should play with a friend, not with a stranger."
"I have no friends ..." he whispered. I blinked and looked at him. Poor kid. I wish it were not so. I heard my father call me.
"Few really do," I said as I stood up. He stared at me confused. Uncertain between the desire to leave as quickly as I could and the desire to comfort him, I smiled a little.
"By the way, my name is Sakura, and yours?"
He seemed in an inner struggle.
"Na ... ru ..." I waited for him to finish. But he never completed his name.
"Naru?" I raised my eyebrow.
"It's a short name. Are you sure it's just Naru?"
He nodded hesitantly. Hn. So he does not want to speak his name.
"It was nice to meet you, Naru."
He widened his eyes and smiled genuinely surprised.
"R-Really?"
I smiled a little.
"Really."