'Most will have one death. I will have two.' They say kunoichi is but another word for witch, that the female energy is evil and vile. The body I now inhabit, she is young and so pure. It makes me excited to know I will soon taint it.
A/N: Inspired by Margaret Atwood's poem Half-Hanged Mary.
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A high pitched cry breaks out in the middle of the night, abruptly ending the calm and quiet of those asleep. The shuffling of feet are instant in its response.
Magick- now most commonly known as magic- took form in the way that flowers bloomed, in the way that fire ignites, and in the way that life is born. The very fabric of reality itself proves the existence of magic, each living being inherently containing a bit of that magic in themselves. Of course, for some, they contain more magic than others.
"Sakura-chan won't stop crying, dear. Maybe we should take her to the hospital?"
Souls are like vehicles for magic. Wherever the soul goes, the magic of that being follows. It goes to say that a horribly powerful witch, brimming with magic, will undoubtably be reborn into their next life with the same potential of greatness. However, when it comes to this particular witch, it seemed that her blood was too strong. Her soul was already irrevocably attached to that overflowing power that when she had been reborn, the essence of her being was never truly wiped as it usually does with these things. Instead, her memories, her thoughts, and magick clung to the soul and as the soul entered a new host, those same things followed suit.
"You're right, honey, we can't just leave her like this."
The fall from greatness is, of course, jarring. The Witch had awoken with no control over basic movement and the fear of being overcome by a great evil (once again) caused her to shed tears. Never mind the fact that she hadn't cried in decades, it just felt right at the time to voice her distraught emotions. So as large arms envelop her, and soon after a bright, clinical light is shone onto her, the Witch soon realizes that not all is well.
"Little Sakura-chan seems to be fine, Haruno-san. I know it's your first child, but don't get too worked up every time she starts crying. Trust me, you'll get used to it."
Not all is well, indeed.
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Death and birth- or in her case, rebirth- are concepts that are well enough in itself. The Buddhists got it right that the circle of Samsara keeps human beings on an eternal loop, but The Witch is fairly certain that she should have no memories or sense of self in her new body. Her current situation felt too much like the times where she transfigured into a black cat or crow; her body didn't feel right, too many places itched, and her perspective was throwing her way off. The witch wondered if this was all some cruel spell thrown onto her by her enemies before remembering that her enemies were the last things she's seen before her untimely death.
(And she knows she has died because her neck is particularly itchy and achey. Her body feels too hot, as if set ablaze. Her lungs feel full with something other than air.)
Huffing and deciding that thinking too much on the matter won't do her any good if she can't actively search for answers, The Witch resolves to see her magic stores and if she can still manipulate the fabric of spacetime. When the space above where she lays starts warping and folding into itself, she lets out a happy giggle in relief.
The sound alerts one of the giants, her new mother, and all too quickly The Witch disperses the magic and smooths out the wrinkle of reality.
"Aww, what'cha laughing at, Sakura-chan? Your mobile is cute, ain't it?" Her new mother coos and as if accentuating her question, the older woman spins the mobile around.
And if the witch lets out another amused giggle at the way the light catches the reflective curves of the shiny spheres, she doesn't try to hide it.
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Sakura, her new name and aptly fit, is two and a half when she decides to speak. That's not to say that she didn't communicate at all, this is just the first time she's put out an entire coherent sentence.
"Mother-, I like t'go ous-side." The voice is high pitched and slightly slurred, fine motor control not yet mastered.
Mebuki stills and stares at her daughter, amazed at the sudden eloquence of her first words. Sakura almost repeats her request again if not for the sudden arms embracing her into a tight hug.
"Yay! My daughter's first word is mother and not father! Wait till Kizashi hears this!" And though her mother seemed to only focus in on the first part of her sentence, Sakura is thankful that she is still taken outside.
"Come back home before dawn, okay, Sakura-chan?" Her mother leans down towards her and gives her a bright smile before heading back into their home, undoubtably going to look for her father.
Now most would consider Mebuki's off-hand approach to parenting reckless, such as leaving her child to do as she wishes, but the witch can gather that the world she has been reborn into is vastly different from the other one. The faint silhouettes of people jumping to-and-from the rooftops clearly say so.
The Witch wanders around at the beginning of her first outside adventure, overcome with the new knowledge of not only a new life, but a new world as well. Her (also new) home is rural and not-rural in a sense, there were bookstores and then there were wheelbarrows with hay, but the most prominent observation she has is that magic still runs in this world. It runs deeply.
The very trees of a nearby park hum in magic, human-like and warm in its presence. The people with metal decorating their headbands were especially curious; some buzzed with the potential of stronger magic, others blared the strength of their souls. She briefly wonders if anyone else could pick up her own sound but the thought quickly passes as The Witch has manipulated her magic for so long that she's confident in her ability to suppress her own power.
She roams the streets a while longer. Some strangers kindly smile at her while others simply walk away in disinterest, many other young children are found littering the streets and The Witch- Sakura now, Sakura- safely presumes that a two and a half year old out alone by herself isn't a strange sight to see in this place.
Having seen enough of the residential roads, Sakura opts to look for a forest. Thankfully, it seemed her whole hometown is surrounded by trees.
Placing oneself around flora was a surefire way to tap into one's magic stores. Plants were nurturing in their being so magic is naturally drawn up and out much easier than doing so on your own. Sakura lets a small trickle of her magic leak out and though it is minuscule compared to her true amount, it is enough to spread out her senses and see the whole town- or, now that she's seen it- the whole village.
She feels the lulling motion of the trees, the steady buzz of what appears to be a school, and the swiftness of the figures that leap around. All in all, the village seemed alive with magic and the chance of finally being accepted into a world where her skills won't be demonized fills The Witch with the beginnings of hope.
But then fear came.
The shock that overcomes her as she comes across magic so deeply ingrained with hatred and fury is enough to knock her onto her back. As her magic recedes back into her she feels tainted, her skin feels oily and her soul seemed to glow an angry red having absorbed some of that ancient hatred into itself.
No, this was not a place that freely accepted magic users. Just as there had been demons in her old world, this one, too, seemed to be ripe with it.
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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this witchOC!Sakura AU. The Witch herself is morally grey, as with a lot of my characters but I think I might branch out and actually have her make proper bonds with people. Any suggestions?