Summary: I died to be born and I was born to die. Well, that's what I thought. I thought I'd forget everything, but a spirit never forgets.
I was...confused. Yes, that's the word for it. Extremely confused. You see, I had been sure that ten minutes ago I had just been shot to death in my home, but it seemed not so much. It was like, one second, I was listening to my younger brothers screaming. Now I was screaming, but I wasn't sure why. No, screaming wasn't the right word. Wailing, more like. It was cold, so cold. Is that what the after life was like? Cold. Unending, everlasting. It was much brighter, than I thought it would be. There were blobs of color that swam around me and sound in my ears that I couldn't make heads or tails of.
There was something being wrapped around my body, tightly. I panicked at first, but as the cold left my body, it was actually very comforting. I felt as if I was being wrapped in gentle arms, and pressed against my mother's chest.
As I felt myself relax into these strange fantom arms, I went over everything that I knew, from the beginning. My name is...was...Skyler Lee. I'm 17 years old. I have three younger brothers, a mom, and a dad. I was sleeping when someone broke into our house. They had rounded us all up in our living room. One of them pointed a gun at me, but my parents had nothing to give them. They shot me. I could hear screaming, but slowly their screaming became the single scream of a woman, and then my own wails. That's it, that was all I could really remember. All the little details about my life, they were there...but so foggy that I couldn't make them out. But they were there, and I knew them, but I couldn't tell what it was exactly.
Yes, in a very simple summary, I was confused.
I came to learn soon after that I was a baby. That I was, in fact, not dead anymore, and I was a baby. My eyes and ears were beginning to develop and I could lift my hands. That was about it. I couldn't even hold my head up on my own. Being an infant was humiliating. But while I was in that state, I learned a lot. Like where I was, what my name was, or more worrying who my family was. My name was Uchiha Dachi. I had two older brothers. Itachi who was 11 years older than me and Sasuke who was four years older than me. I lived in Konoha. When I discovered this, I spent three days screaming and crying in my small infant body at how unfair that was. I had died, now I'd die again.
But I didn't want to die, so I decided that I'd do everything in my power from letting that happen. Itachi would love me, he had to. That's how it worked, right? I didn't know how I knew, but I knew that this...scenario happened...frequently. My mother breathed a sigh of relief when I'd come to that conclusion, because I'd stopped my continuous crying. She'd told my father she was going to take me to the doctor if I didn't stop. When I finally did she hugged me close, and asked me over and over again why I had been crying, but expressed joy that it wasn't happening anymore.
"He's really squishy." Sasuke said one day, leaning over my crib when I was about five months old. The four year old looked at Itachi who was smiling down on me. "Why is he squishy, Itachi?" Sasuke asked, turning his big eyes on Itachi.
"That's because he's a baby, Sasuke." Itachi said with a laugh. He picked me up, and I laughed happily. He poked my nose. "Come on Sasuke, mother wants us to go to town with her." Itachi held his hand out and he led us to the kitchen, where our mother was waiting.
While we were in town, I was working on something. I'd been able to make sounds for about a month now, and I was working on my first word. A manipulative word, but I thought it might save me. Itachi held me close as we walked, and smiled indulgently as I babbled away in a nonsense language he couldn't understand. I grabbed his hair and smiled up at him. "'tachi?" I said. He stopped and looked at me with wide eyes, shocked.
"What...did you just say my name?" He asked in wonder. He smiled brightly and ran over to our mother. She was equally as excited as Itachi that I had said my first words.
I was three when it happened. I thought I had saved myself. Like I was smarter than all the rest. I'd outwitted my brother and convinced him to love me enough not to kill me. I was wrong. It was night, not very late in the night, about nine. I was waiting for Sasuke to come home. It was the end of his first week at the academy, and I was so excited to see him for the weekend. He promised he'd take me out to get something sweet in the morning.
The door slid open and I looked up, embarrassed. I was supposed to be asleep. Itachi was standing there in his new uniform and I smiled at him bashfully. I was holding two of my favorite toys in my hands. "S-sorry, nii-san!" I said standing up. I put my toys away and laid down in my bed. Itachi was still standing there. "Nii-san?" I asked.
He walked closer and sat on my bed, grabbing one of the pillows I had at the foot of my bed. "You know I love you, right, Dachi?" He asked, brushing my black hair out of my eyes.
"Yeah, love you too." I said, closing my eyes. "See you tomorrow."
"Yes, we will see each other again." He said. He stood up and I waited for him to close the door so I could go back to playing, but he didn't. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing, but he was just holding the pillow in his hands. "I love you, ototo. I'm sorry." He rushed me and I didn't have time to scream when he covered my face. He put his hand over my mouth and nose, and I couldn't breath.
I reached out desperately, clawing at his arm. I dug my nails into his flesh. I couldn't breath. It hurt, my lungs were burning. I could hear my heart hammering in my ears. As time went on, I heard it starting to slow as my struggling became weaker and weaker. I felt my heart slow to a stop, and my hands fell away from his arm. Then I was standing on the other side of the room.
I gasped, but I still couldn't breath. I had no idea what was happening. I was so scared. I was crying and my mouth was open in a silent scream. I doubled over on the ground clutching at my throat.
"Knock it off, you're aggravating me." A voice behind me said. I felt a cold hand on my back, and suddenly I could breath. I looked around me and came face to face with a pale man. He had red eyes, long white hair, and a black upside down triangle tattooed onto his head. I looked up at him with wide, horrified.
"Wow, three years." He tutted and rolled his red eyes. "That's way less than last time. Almost a shame."
"W-what's happening?" I asked, tears running down my face.
"Your brother just killed you." He turned back to Itachi who was still pressing the pillow over my face. He stepped away from me, and I screamed again when I saw myself laying on the bed, lifeless. My eyes were leaking the last tears and my face was twisted into a permanent look of terror. Itachi was breathing heavily, and backing away from me. He pulled out his sword and his face melted into an expressionless mask. He left the room, slamming the door as he left. "Tough luck, kid." The man said, stepping close to my body. He grabbed one of my limp arms and raised it, before dropping it.
"Who are you?" I asked, struggling to my legs. I was so cold.
"Death." He told me. He kneeled down in front of me, he put his hand on my head. "Look kiddo, I know how this goes, and I want to stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Sometimes, spirits are angry, when they die. They can't accept what's happened to them." He said. "They become ghosts. You don't want to be a ghost, kid."
I looked at my body. "He can't get away with this." I said, feeling a strange sense of anger consume me.
The man sighed. "Whatever. I tried, I guess." He shrugged. "Don't hurt the innocent, kid." He warned me. "I may love a little murder from my living servants, but there are some serious punishments for hurting someone who doesn't deserve it."
"Like what?" I asked with a sneer. "What else can happen, I'm dead."
He leaned closer. "Let me tell you kid, there are some things a lot worse than death." He warned. "Good luck, I suppose." He shrugged.
"You didn't really try and stop me." I said, watching as he made his way to my door.
"You're too far gone already." He told me. "Nothing I say can stop you. So I invite you to watch. Interfere as much as you can. I don't care. But just remember what I told you…"
"Some things are worse than death." I finished for him. He nodded, then I was alone. With my body.
I spent an entire year, in my room, just looking at the place where my body once laid. Yes, and entire year, rooted to the spot. Someone had come the morning after to take it away, but I didn't move. Sasuke came into my room, several times. He cried, but I didn't move. Moving...was hard. Really hard. But 365 days later, I turned and opened my door. Sasuke was in the hallway, right when it happened and he jumped a foot in the air. I thought...for a moment he could see me...but there was fear in his eyes. If Sasuke saw me he wouldn't be afraid.
He went to investigate the room, but came up empty. He looked around the whole house, still finding nothing. He packed his bags and left that night. But I followed. He looked afraid, like he could sense I was there. But he didn't know it was me. For weeks, I'd look down at him at night and he'd be looking around, wild with fear, until he fell asleep. One night, I decided it was time for me to find Itachi. I sat beside Sasuke and his eyes snapped open and he sat up, a cry of terror on his lips. I reached out and touched his cheek with my small hand, and he shivered. "I love you." I whispered. I knew he hear me, but looked like he couldn't believe it.
Then I pulled away. As I left, I slid his bedroom door shut. I peeked through the crack before closing it, seeing him look at it with wild eyes. When I turned around however, I didn't know where I was.
It was a forest, bright and clean. I saw two figures walking beyond the trees. Their coats were black with red clouds scattered on the fabric. I watched them and I felt myself burn in rage when I saw that one of them was my brother. I followed. He seemed stiff when they stopped for a rest. I was looking at him from behind the trunk of a tree.
"Come out from behind there." He said. The blue guy looked at him in surprise. "You, I can see you, come out."
"Itachi...no one's there." The man said.
"I can see him." Itachi stood up, so I slid further behind the tree into the shadows. He followed, but he wouldn't see me. He looked around but he couldn't see me, even though I was standing right next to him. I reached out and grabbed his wrist. He snatched it away and held it close to his chest. He looked right where I was. He waved his hand slowly in the air. It passed through my body.
"Maybe you saw a ghost, Itachi." The other man grinned at Itachi, not knowing how right he was.
"Let's go, Kisame." Itachi said turning to leave. "We have work to do."
"Yeah. You're right."
Little did Itachi know that I'd marked him. I poured enough of my energy into him that I could follow him, wherever he went. I smiled at his retreating back. I wasn't going to let him get away with killing me. I was going to make him suffer. "Nii-san." I said, my voice being carried by the wind. I saw him stiffen up again, but he didn't turn around.
Okay, so if you've made it this far, let me give you a little backstory on my character. I made him when I was 11 and just starting to get into Naruto, like almost ten years ago. Since then I've developed a lot as a writer, but little me had some good ideas. So I revamped this character and decided to write them into a real story. God, you should have seen the original OC, it was SO BAD! But I want this to be a serious story, so strap in. Get ready for angst AND comedy.
Also this story is totally self-serving and I don't actually care if anyone likes it or not, because I'm writing it anyways. However if you did like it, leave a comment please. Love those. Also I'll be posting another Uchiha OC story, totally different from this, eventually. Because I can. No one can stop me. I already finished the first chapter finished.