DISCLAIMER: ImmatureNinchu does not own Naruto and other anime stuff. I just wanted to write a story. If you sue me, not only will that suck, it'll also be a waste of time. Wasting time= bad. YOLO right, suing me waste some of your precious time left here. (don't sue me)
A/N No beta people. Wish I had one though…. Life doesn't give me extra benefits...
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Prologue
I wasn't a religious person in my past life. An atheist some would say. Everyone in my family were atheist. Besides my brother, he said he worshipped the spaghetti god. But who would have thought I would be born again. Is this some god out there telling me they do exist or just some trick science can't explain? I could even still be in a coma. My brain probably just made this all up. Stupid brain-But what if it's not made up. What if this is real? Gosh… my head hurts now. I thought I was smart enough. Maybe I'm not smart. Thinking is for smart people.
Despite whether I was smart or not, I still died. Wait how did I die again? Silly-. Wait what was my name! Do I even have a name? Huh. Why can't remember. Do I have amnesia or…? I guess this is death. They probably use this 'place' to make us forget everything, then probably ship us off to-. What was I going to say? This sucks. I'm probably going to die of boredom. Wait-I'm already dead. But if I died and I'm still here, I'm either dreaming or… a zombie.
How long am I going to be here anyways? I'm dead, right? Being here still alive makes me undead. (I suddenly for some reason imagined Darth Vader saying "Eternity!" Cue the lightning. Pew Pew.) Then I am a zombie. Let me eat your brains. I need them so my zombie brain can start functioning again. I don't think it works that way… Maybe I should catch up on the walking dead after this. Well – when I wake up from this fake death, I'm totally going to watch the walking dead. Is this how a zombie brain functions? Slowly losing memories and everything you know to another force, then being controlled by so called force to wreak havoc on humanity. Yep! Not how a zombie works.
I hope this memory loss is short term. I'd rather be human. I am human right. Of course, I am. A dead human who just got in an unknown place. Did I just get here? Am I even here? How long has it been since I was here? Days, weeks, months, years? What is this place? Why am I asking most the questions right now? Am I flying or floating? Are they two different things? Why am I even asking questions when I know no one's going to answer? Floating around here isn't fun at all. Especially when it gets too hot. (I got to find civilization) At least I still have my sense of touch. That's good, right? But this place though. I don't like it. It makes me feel small and crowded. Like I'm stuck here. My eyesight though, that's going to be a problem. All I can see is black. Am I even opening my eyes? I have so many questions? Why won't someone answer me? Suddenly, I'm feeling very calm despite the pressure pushing me out of a… tunnel? Where am I? Did someone finally find me? What god controls this after-death stuff. I want to talk to him- or her. Ahahaha… I don't judge. The next thing I know. Large hands are wrapping around me. Are these the hands of god? Oh gosh – it does exist. Why are they so huge? Maybe he uses these hands to pick up stuff, throw them together, and that's how the universe started. He just threw stuff toward each other and bam – the Big Bang. What are you doing focus! Okay you're being picked up – carried somewhere, maybe to a different planet – then…black.
I didn't really remember anything until I was around 1. I think that's cause my baby brain couldn't handle it. You heard that right. I'm a gosh-dang baby! I'm only remembering things bit by bit, the first being my actual name. Not the one people would call me here – wherever I am. Memories just make my head hurt. It could be from the overuse of my precious brain, or those loud noises I always here, or just my caretakers confusing actions – I don't know. I just know that I, Layla Gates, do want this. I need a freaking refund on life. I don't even think I'm supposed to remember my past life. Science, man you got to level up. Stuff like this happens – and you don't accept it as a fact. Well I don't accept this as reality as well, making me seem like a hypocrite. But hey, you can't blame me. Would you believe this would happen to you? I don't even know if I'm dead. I could just be in a coma, one that's making me imagine all of this. Life doesn't make sense. Am I even real? Is this even real? Why me?
Anyways, I know I'm not in Florida. Who would? I'm freezing even though I'm wrapped in all these blankets. In the freaking winter, we don't even need to wear blankets. Well we do but they aren't this thick. Unless… well you know what forget this!
"Kimera-Chan"
Oh yeah. I forgot to mention my name. My name or my name now is Mayonaka Kimera. I'm part of some clan that uses blood to do cool magic tricks. No lie. Shizuka, a quiet girl who works for us, made a sword – a solid sword, out of blood. How is that even possible? How? I guess lady-luck must love her. How 'bout me, why won't they teach me! No fair.
Back to the point. Our clan has a connection to blood, from one of the stories I heard. There was a lady, who lived a few years before another lady – rabbit something came along and almost destroyed the world – This lady met a big alien tree, found it to have an evil aura or something. So, she hit the tree, and it hit her back exposing her blood to the 'chakra' stuff coming from its attacks and giving her amazing superpowers. This all happened at night, you don't need any night vision equipment to know that your bloods glowing. Maki, my caretaker states that our blood glows because our blood is taking in the chakra around us quickly, so quick that it needs to enhance itself to keep a solid form and to regulate itself. With good control the glow can be controlled, but you need excellent control. Our blood magic works even better in iron-rich environments, just like how Maki said water attacks are easier to use and manage in an area with a surplus amount of water, like a lake. Usually women possess a finer control than men, and all the relatives I know are female. Maki would call them Kunoichi. I still don't understand this concept, why are they all the girls, and how are we ninjas. They don't even exist anymore. Hopefully Maki has an answer. Maki always has an answer.
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Later That Day:
I was strolling down the walls of our compound, in nothing but a blanket and my usual attire. Who needs shoes. The compounds pretty big if you ask me. But hey, that's coming from a child. One that is barely three, AKA a midget. (But I prefer the term little person) Why am I even walking around alone some would ask? Cause I can. I used my awesome ninja powers and got passed my guards, you know how hard that was. Those girls are freaking huge, now that I think about it, I think they know I escaped. Why would the titan ladies let me escape… unless, I'm being followed? Yep. I'm being followed. I was so happy too.
Passing other white-haired females, I cringed. Wasn't today Maki's day off. Would she even want to see me? Probably not. I'm a child that needs extra care and attention. Putting it nicely, I'm not a very obedient child. Unless it's called for of course. Meh. What the hell. I pressed on the doorbell hearing it's familiar "Ding Dong" tune. But it wasn't Maki who opened the door. It was my mom. Oh shoot! Knowing better to be rude to a lady of her status a bowed and formally greeted her.
"Good morning mother. It was a surprise to meet you here." Inwardly slapping myself I greeted Maki. I know it's not the best greeting but hey, I'm barely ones. That's a good enough excuse to know a little less than other people.
"Likewise, Maki-san has told me of your abrupt progress in reading, writing, and calligraphy. I am pleased you have decided to take your learning seriously" Woah. Woah. Woah. Mom's talking more than usual. That means somethings on her mind. And hey, I blame my awesome progress on my memories. Learning is so much easier, especially when your brain automatically translates the language for you.
"Thank You" Wait! No just a thank you. You forgot to address mom. Say something like how you're flattered. Shoot! I was cut off my inner turmoil when mom slightly narrowed her eyes at me. I thought she was going to do something until she turned around and quietly whispered something to Maki.
"Do you believe she is ready?" Whisper "I believe so" More whispers. Whisper. Whisper. Whisper. After a few minutes of silent treatment. They both faced me. Maki was about to open her mouth, but then abruptly closed it. Looking to mom for help.
"Kimera, my child, we believe it is time to start the training" Whaaaat! "We believe it is best if the spare starts her training early." Right. I'm just a spare heir. To think I thought I was important enough. My aunt, or my mom's twin, couldn't have no babies so she couldn't produce any heirs, leading to her still being the heir, (cause grandma's still here) and when she goes bye bye, I take over. Simple, but so sad at the same time.
The Mayonaka clan is just plain weird. Every 20 years a few young ladies would go and spend a month looking for DNA-donors. They would come back 'Prego', and those that weren't, were deem unfit for children, just like my auntie. This means they did this 'process' just a few years ago. We all ended up girls and all look alike. Nothing different, white hair, pale skin, black- slightly slanted eyes - and older ladies have curvy physique, this being here to be deemed more desirable. If a strong man wants you and likes your looks, the babies going to be strong. That's bullshit to me. Since we're basically calling the women who don't have the body undesirable. Strong guys would like a petite woman, or a tall willowy one. I at least know what I'm going to look like in the future. That's good, right? Of course, it is! You don't have to worry about your looks, or if you'll turn out ugly or pretty. You have everything planned for you, the only thing that's left is forcing you to go along with the plan. Tough chance. I am me, and me is rebellious… and a little caveman.
"Imma be a badass gangsta with my ninja skillz!" I'm all fired up! "Kimera-Chan are you alright?" What is Maki talking about? Taking note of my confused look she stated, "You were speaking gibberish." No duh, I'm like what, three something right? Of course, I'm going to speak gibberish! Do they expect me to grow up this quickly! Sadly, I knew the answer. Look on the bright side Kimera, they don't understand you. You have this secret language all to yourself. Well until you find other people who speak English. But you know other languages besides English. See look how extreme you are. I can see my future now… Kimera – the extreme ninja! Now that I think about it wasn't there like a ninja cartoon thing with that blond guy. Nat, Nauru, Nalt. Meh, I don't remember. It's not important anyways.
I just hope I won't die when they start training. I've seen my peers - They didn't look really happy.
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