I DO NOT own anything of Naruto or any mythology that you see in this story. I wish I did, because that would be awesome, but I don't. Everything belongs to their rightful owners, I only own my original characters including (Akina, Sora, Ryuujin, Tsubasa, etc.).

"Spoken words"

Thoughts

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Prologue

Some people say that death is peaceful, like falling asleep. Your eyelids feel heavy as they do at the end of those especially stressful days. Only this time when they shut, they will never open again. You just let go of the world around you as you fall "asleep", and then you feel like your floating on a cloud.

I'm here to tell you that all of that is absolute nonsense. Death is painful, frightening, and lonely. The pain is worse than the worst pain you can imagine. Worse than a broken bone, worse than the worst hangover you've ever had, and it most definitely does not feel like falling asleep. There is no bright light, no peaceful anything. Only the darkness and silent abyss greet you with death.

I should know. I died.

That's right, you heard me. I died.

Although, I didn't stay dead. That's the strange bit. Or at least up to that point. For some absurd reason, I was given a second chance. A chance to make my story worth telling to anyone who cared to listen. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll start at the beginning.

My name is Daisy NoLastName. I'm 15 years old, and I "survive" as a ward of the state by living in the foster-care system. This is my story. The story of how Daisy became Akina Morimoto, Kunoichi of Konoha.