The suffocating darkness surrounded me. The was no noise, I had no form. There was only darkness and my thoughts to keep me company. I try to form words, but it's like my voice is muted. I can form the words, but the sound doesn't come out. Time passes, and I lose track of it. Memories from my old life replay through my head.

I've long forgotten my name, but I remember my long, red hair and hazel eyes. The name of my town is lost to me, but I lived somewhere in the north of Texas. I lived with my mom, dad, little brother, and older sister. I had good grades in school and a few good friends, but I preferred to spend time on my academics.

I guess I died, but I'm not too sure. I remember falling asleep, and seeing the Abyss, as I call it. Nothing special, for something that is ever so boring. I would die of boredom if I wasn't already presumably dead. At least play something for me to watch, like Naruto or something. I may not be a crazy fan of anime, but I kept up with the show because it kept me entertained during school breaks and holidays.

I grew attached to Haku, especially. Kishimoto knows how to mess with a person's emotions. That show made me feel childish for hating a character in a fictional show *cough*Sasuke*cough*. I literally wanted to rip out his intestines and hang them on my walls as decorations. I just wish there were more death in the show. How can you be a ninja without killing people? I mean, seriously, it's not possible.

Though my favorite episode is when Team 7 is trying to get the giant ninja cat's footprint and they have to wear the cat ears. It poked a hole through Sasuke's inflated ego. Even remembering the episode makes me try to snicker. If only there was actually noise here. The silence is making me go crazier than before.

I try to fill the silence with music, but just end up singing in my head. I remember all the songs I can, and sing them over and over again.

One day, a squeezing feeling overwhelms me. It's uncomfortable and makes me want to squirm. I guess the Pit is tired of me and is casting me away. There's a sudden brightness, causing me to blink. I can feel my body, and my eyes feel like they're burning.

(A/N: I'm making up Zabuza's parents' appearances) I have the urge to cry, so I do. I wail at the top of my lungs as my vision clears. There's a pretty woman with wavy, black hair; gray eyes; and pale skin. She has a soft smile on her face as she looks down on me.

She starts to speak, but I can't understand anything except the words Trinity and Zabuza. She hands me over to a boy that looks to be around three years old that's a spitting image of the woman.

Then a sudden realization hits me. I'm a baby. I'm a mary sue. Nope. I'm not getting involved in the canon world. Not gonna happen. The name Zabuza like Zabuza Momichi must be a coincidence. There is no way he's my older brother. No way in the depths of Tartarus is this happening.

I almost start to wail again, when a comforting presence takes me into their arms. It's a tall man with pure white hair and coal eyes, the perfect contradiction. He has olive skin and a scar above his eye. He has a flak jacket and mist headband on, and I can't deny the fact anymore. I was born in the Bloody Mist. This is going to be fun. Note my sarcasm.