Title: Prologue
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mentions of Character Death, Slight imagery
Pairings: N/A
Summary: Death, death is not fun. Neither is been reborn really, and she could really care less about changing the world that she's in. Yet, things have already changed just by her existing as the twin to one of the main players. So she might as well go the whole nine yards, because really, What's the worst that could possibly happen?
Disclaimer: I only really own my inserted character, and well the other people who she interacts with before her death. Naruto and all related properties belong to their proper owner.
Notes: So like an idiot I've jumped on the Insert train. Although I wouldn't call this one a self-insert, no if you people want that then you'll have to wait for me to finish off some world building, this is just an OC-insert really. I've been inspired by quite a few of the other insertation fics in this fandom, quite a few of them. There's no single one that gave me a huge inspiration but the main ones are the following:
Dreaming of Sunshine(by Silver Queen)
Catch Your Breath(by Lang Noi)
Iryo-nin Kasa(by Vaengir) and it's parallel Cheating Fate
Joyous Children(by UnderneathXtheXunderneath)
Runner(by CompYES)
Dysphoria(by Supernatural Crossover Girl)
So yeah... Those are the main six that I drew inspiration from for this... Also third person because first would be stupid when I might just end up killing her off later on... I'll see where the plot bunny takes me.
She's dead, she's dead and has no idea how she's supposed to respond to that. One second she's finishing off her food and browsing YouTube, the next she's choking and now... She's dead. Death by choking on her own food, a stupid accident that probably could've been prevented had she been paying more attention to herself.
Really though, now she's simply stuck floating in this strange half-space, half-way between here and there. Wherever there is, she's still got something of a body at least and that's, that's a relief. She's glad that she's still able to move around and do things, even if she can't really change anything at all. She can watch and observe, observe her friends, family and the world as a whole. On the whole it's rather boring really, absolutely nothing to do but hover and watch from the sidelines.
It's also rather depressing, watching her family find her body and the subsequent funeral. She's only sixteen and she's already dead, a humiliating death as well. She doesn't think that she'll be bragging about this one to other ghosts or whatever if she encounters them. No fire, no car-crash, no dramatic rescuing of someone else, or a school shooting, simply an accident, it's humiliating when put into that context. She huffs out a sigh and crosses her spectral arms over her chest rolling her eyes at the world as a whole.
After an indeterminable period of time she slowly fades away from the grasp of her own world and finds herself in a strange hall. She's alone and feels a bit more solid but she isn't really sure what's going on and her guard is instantly up. The hall is plain, and seems to stretch on for eternity but there's just something off about it. Slowly she relaxes and looks around before feeling a strange tug. She winces a bit at the tug but ignores it in favor of staring down the hall and at the flickering light in the distance.
The tug comes again, and with it an urge to yawn. The light is tempting and she begins to walk slowly towards it. As she grows closer to the light the tug seems to grow fainter, yet she pauses. She raises one hand and yawns before looking up at the light. It would be so easy for her to simply step into it and see where it takes her, yet at the same time. The tugging is still there and slowly, slowly she takes a step back and rubs at her eyes due to tiredness. She shakes her head and reaches out one hand before freezing.
Distantly she's able to hear screaming, and the tug is once more strong. With a thoughtful frown she takes another few steps away from the light. The tugging increases along with the lethargy she's feeling. Sleep sounds really nice and she yawns again before falling, falling out of the hall. She's not entirely sure what's happening but she closes her eyes and an encompassing, welcome darkness encloses her.
It's a long while before she awakens again.
The first thing that she's really aware of afterwards is that she can hear a steady beat. A steady and constant Thump-Thump. A heartbeat. It's comforting and she barely stirs in this strange place. Yet, the constant beat isn't the only company that she has in this strange place. There's someone else here with her, another presence alongside her own. It's different yet familiar and she reaches out with whatever sense she has to determine what it is.
It's alive, alive like she is. Growing and alive, still just a flickering light though, barely any presence and she pulls back to herself for fear of accidentally snuffing that light right out. She doesn't want to put her strange company at risk after all. Not if they're here together, growing together. As she floats in the darkness she has to think, it's not like there's that much else to really do after all.
Well, apart from sleeping and monitoring the other presence. She routinely finds herself reaching out with this strange new sense of hers to check on it. To connect just that little bit more with it. She finds that she's growing protective over this other, this stranger in her place-their place. She's not sure whether or not she really likes it. As it is she drifts in and out, spending most of the time thinking, reflecting on whatever this is, surely not death.
As the space grew smaller she feels as though she might know what this is. She knows because of fiction, fanfiction and some original fiction. 'But surely it's impossible' she thinks before stretching her senses once more to feel the familiar humming buzz of the other even as pressure seems to close in on them. Even as it becomes hard to think more clearly than painpainpainpain-
She's screaming as soon as cold air hits her face. Screaming to be heard over the shouting that only her new mother(And isn't that a bit of a mind trip) is doing. Screaming because she literally can't do anything else to express her discomfort with the situation. Everything is a blur of colour and sensation and she wants, desperately to go back. Back to the safe and dark place with the other.
Then, she feels them. The other is here to, and she stretches out that strange sense. It's automatic really as she connects with them. Connects and they both stop screaming, it must be unsettling to the ones holding them though and they're quickly in their mother's arms. Their mother who is nothing more than a blob to their eyes. Yet she's radiating warmth, safety, comfort and other things that say home.
After that they're fed and then even as she tries desperately, she finds herself drifting off to sleep. Sleep and that comforting darkness that's growing rather familiar to her.
She's quick to decide that been completely helpless as an infant is completely boring. With nothing that she can actually do except observe the world around her, or meditate she finds herself bored out of her mind. Even observing her parents and keeping track of how much time passes is really, really boring. It's not like she can really do that much though, and meditating is interesting enough at least. Also she's actually able to understand most of what's going on around her already, the merits of having a flexible infant brain with previous knowledge she supposes.
Of course, she's sure that without her constant meditation most of that knowledge would be gone. These factors make her a rather quiet baby, especially when compared to her twin who often screams and cries out in the night. Often though she finds herself joining in when his screaming gets particularly bad. She doesn't even really understand why herself, but there's a connection and when he screams she just knows why and wants to be able to help him. She wants to help him but can't so she just joins in when it becomes too much.
Time passes fairly quickly all things considered though, and she's adapting. There is a rather large scare at one point though, she wakes with an itch spreading throughout her whole body and begins to scream. Her brother's own screaming soon joins her own and their parents have absolutely no idea of how to calm them down. Eventually the sensation calms down, but it's still there, all the time and she has no idea how to deal with it. She just sort of adjusts to it really and continues to grow learning and enjoying the time with her family.
There's something about it all that rings with familiarity though and she begins to worry over it. Her worry also causes her to pay more attention to everything, her family and where they live. It takes a while for her to notice, but when she does she stares. Both of their parents prone to disappearing at odd times wear matching headbands, or rather hitai-ates. Her parents are shinobi! Everything just sort of clicks into place after that, the name Uchiha.
Uchiha Netsu, Kyoko(her mother never used their last name and she wonders at why). She's Uchiha Tomoko, the twin sister to Uchiha Obito. As in the Uchiha Obito who became Tobi and almost destroyed everything.
Well, that's certainly the set up to an interesting life.