If I owned Naruto I would,... uh, well I don't know what I'd do, but I don't own it so...
I am absolute shit with 3rd person writing. Style inspired by Aleycat4eva's Of the River and the Sea and rockpaperscissor's The Obeisance of Memory, (which is not a Naruto fanfic, if your wondering).
Prologue
Pain.
It was the last thing she knew when she closed her eyes.
It's the first when she opens them.
Blood and alcohol.
The metal and burning tangs were the last things she tasted when she lost her breath.
Blood and water is the first when she catches it.
Breathless grunts, desperate gasps and distant hums were the last thing she heard when her hearing mutes.
Desperate gasps, pained filled cries, panicked shouts and 'Hide!' is the first thing she hears when her ears tune in.
Energy.
Consciousness.
Life.
Her very being bled out warmly and harshly on the cold ground of an alleyway.
She regains it all, covered in warm sticky blood on the floor of a heated, cramped room.
It's startling, it's shocking, and she is so very, very lost.
Only instinct seems to know what to do, and her lungs jump, startled, before letting loose.
A baby wails.