Thirteen Again

Prologue

Nineteen and still a fan of 'cartoons'. More like anime, but people still consider it 'cartoons', which is a very general title. Well, the anime I'm most a fan of would be the ninja show, 'Naruto'. There's so much character growth and so many different characters that it's unbelievable. I love it. I even came up with my own little team. Well, at least most of one. I had the teacher, and two of the students. No matter how hard I tried, I could never come up with a proper image for the third team member. I came up with the member's past, and it was a fairly nice one, especially when compared to one of the other two.

Anyway, as you can see, I'm a fairly dedicated fan, even sticking through what seems to be a never-ending line of filler episodes in the anime. I pick a bad time to be thoughtful about this subject, for I happened to be in the driver's seat in my little Honda.

It was nighttime on a mountain road. I had gone this way many times, for my collage of choice lied on the other side of these mountains. Despite the fact I had been very familiar with this road, it didn't help me against stupid drunks who either didn't know this road, or were too drunk to figure out how to drive.

Either way, I still ended up getting hit. Head to head. That drunk probably wouldn't survive, just like I wasn't going to. It was not very hard to figure out I wasn't going to live. I had been going about seventy miles per hour and I don't even know how fast he was going. Even if the collision didn't kill me, blood loss would. But before everything faded away like the blood from my forehead and various other places, I heard a voice call to me. It was a voice I didn't like at all.

"Finally croaked, huh?" That voice laughed. It was a horrible, wheezing laugh. "About time too. I was just about to give up and kill you myself."

"Who's there?" I called out weakly. This voice was frightening me. It was hard to believe there was someone out there with such an evil voice.

The voice laughed again. "I am the five-tailed wolf, one of nine. I'm sure you are familiar with a couple of my," the voice paused, looking for the right word, "associates. Specifically the fox and that tanuki. I must thank you, child." The voice continued, "For you are the one who created my host. Such a pleasant host he is. Though he still has far too much will to properly set me free. You should remember him. Soulless, dark eyes, dark hair with incredibly long bangs." The voice left it off with that.

I knew who he was talking about. The boy he was talking about was one of the two boys from the ninja team I created, the one named 'Urufugawa Sho'. But it didn't seem right. I never wrote that Sho was one of the carriers for those tailed beasts. "How? I never said he carried anyone. He was troubled enough without you!"

"Would you rather I inhabit you?" The voice questioned. I didn't want that horrible voice in my head and he knew it. "Come now. You mustn't keep your teammates waiting." I felt a tug in my mind and, though I didn't resist, it felt like it was defiling me with its touch. "You know, your name hardly suits a girl from this certain era." The voice spoke again. "We shall call you Tsubame."

At this point, I hardly cared. I could see my body now. It looked a lot worse than how it felt. I vaguely wondered what would happen once my parents found out that I had died. What would they do? They wouldn't have to pay college fees anymore. My thoughts became disconnected and made no sense to me anymore. The worst was that I hardly cared. This feeling I had of my spirit being dragged away from my near-dead body was liberating. That voice that had frightened me so before seemed to hardly matter.

"This is where I leave you now." The voice told me. "I think you will get along fine from here. I can't wait to see how you change things. You and our team shall continue at the beginning of the Chunin exams in which the 'Rookie Nine' of Konoha shall be entering. Along with certain visitors from Suna." The voice chuckled. If the voice had a body, I could image it was licking its lips in anticipation. I began to feel heavy again as I heard the voice one more time. "Sayonara, doujo." (Goodbye, little girl)

"Does anyone else feel that their team is ready for the exams?" An old voice asked loudly, waiting for a response. Four people had already stood forward, three men and a woman, one of the said men glaring comically at the other.

"I do." A fourth man stepped up to join them, making five total. His light blonde hair was straight, messy, and came over his hitai-ate in several places. His green jacket was unzipped as his hands separated the fronts even further by keeping his hands in his pants pockets. He had a calm aura about him and a placid smile was stuck on his face. A long slanted scar marred his face, stretching from the middle of his forehead down the right side of his face down to his chin. His green eyes stared steadily at the man officiating. "I recommend Naito Tsubame, Urufugawa Sho, and Toshiha Higuma to take the Chunin exams."

Whispers from the crowd behind him could be heard.

"Ito Kiyoshi?" The elderly voice from before questioned as its owner scanned over the information of the man's team. Two young boys and a girl. The elderly man sighed before replacing the information on his desk. "Alright."

A.N.

Ah, yes. Another fiction by me, even though I haven't finished any of the others. This time, it's Naruto. I thought I'd try this kind of plot for once. It's not a self-insert, so I'm good. I love my Kiyoshi-sensei. It was so hard drawing him because I could never draw a version of him I liked. First he had a very neat style, well-groomed and the stuff, but then when I drew him in a more Kishimoto-style, I came up with the final version I like... Only he looked a bit like Kakashi, he's even got a scar. Oh well. It's not he's the same as Kakashi. Anyway, please tell me what you think of this. Like it, hate it(if so, why did you read it?), or that you think I should stop wasting my time with this and update my other stuff... The whole last scene turned out a little awkward, I think.

Oh yeah. I don't own Naruto. My name is not Masashi Kishimoto. If it was, there'd be a whole lot more Kankuro-loving.