I just wanted it to end. I was just so done with this world. I looked longingly at the knife in my hands. Tonight, tonight I would end it.
There was nothing left for me. I was all alone. My family didn't care, I had no friends, and I was constantly bullied.
I took a deep breath. My note had been written, explaining my feelings.
Good bye...
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I was warm, comforted, and at peace.
It was dark all around me, but still relaxing. I felt so safe and calm.
If this is death, it was wonderful.
I continued this existence happily, at least until my hell happened.
It was tight and constricting. I could feel myself being pushed around, completely uncomfortable.
This went on for hours on end. Finally it all stopped, but when I opened my eyes I was in a bright room looking at random people.
My peace was gone, I was alive once more. So I did what any sane person would do, I screamed.
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Of all the motherfucking places I could have been reborn in, it had to be the damn Naruto World. Seriously!? Is this a fucking fanfiction? Just damn. The only redeeming factor is that I at least know more or less what happens.
On other raging notes, I know my name now: Hitomi. It was a nice name, meaning "pupil" in reference to my eyes. Maybe I had pretty eyes? Well, it's my last name that got me raging. I am Hitomi Uchiha.
Of all the stupid clans I could have been born in, it just had to be the one that gets massacred. Seriously?
Whatever. I think I'll keep living just to troll people. And I'll totally be a konoichi too. That would probably help me, you know, not get murdered by a sexy weasel.
I was only a few months old right now, so all I could do was plan and meditate.
I could gather that me and my parents weren't big in the clan. We were a small, quiet family. So far in my months of life, I've never seen the Head family, so I can't be sure when I am. Only time will tell.
At least when I'm older I can get the hax powers of the Sharingan. Does this automatically make me a mary-sue?
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I was four now.
I now love my parents. Akira, my mother, is a soft spoken kind woman who is a retired chunin. Hiroshi is my dad. He is a jonin, and a happy and simple man.
My personality? I have decided the best way to survive the massacre was to be invisible. I always stayed silent outside my home, and never ever let Itachi see me. I either stayed in my room, or in the woods behind my house.
My parents caught on quick that I was "nervous" around other people, and didn't force me out too much. In all honesty it was an act, but if I was invisible, I could be over-looked.
I mostly meditated and did chakra control exercises. I remembered a few of them from my previous life, and chose to practice them in secret. No one really checked my Chakra Reserves, so I wasn't labeled a prodigy.
Mom and dad taught me basic taijutsu stances appropriate for a kid my age. I also practiced them in secret, playing slow around my family.
This continued until my Academy years.
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"Momma, I look fine!" The now six year old told her mom. The girl was pale, even for an Uchiha, had blue black hair that went a bit past her shoulders, and stunning dark grey eyes. The girl wore a baggy dark blue t-shirt with the family crest, a loose pair of dark gray pants that stopped mid-shin, and a pair of black boots. This was Hitomi Uchiha.
"But your hair is so pretty, you should have it up
"But your hair is so pretty, you should have it up." Her usually quiet mother gushed.
"Papa, can you have Momma leave my hair alone?" Hitomi whined to her grinning dad.
"Fine, but only if you let us take another picture with you. We must commemorate this important achievement." Hiroshi shot his daughter a happy grin.
Hitomi nodded and let them take the picture. Hitomi was at peace with her family. Having such a loving bond helped heal her from her past life.
Soon the family of three set out to the Academy. Momma and Papa took time off special for today, but from now until a rare occasion, Hitomi would just end up walking to school herself.
Itachi was 7 and already graduated, so that meant she didn't run as high of a risk of running into him. Sasuke was just born, so it would still be a while before he joined the Academy. Unfortunately, it was getting closer and closer to October 10th.
"Have a great day, dear." Akira hugged her, and after a moment, Hiroshi joined in.
The family of three stayed like that for a minute longer, before Akira handed Hitomi her bento and watched the young girl leave for her first day.
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Hitomi sighed. So many her age were so nervous about first impressions and fitting in, how annoying.
Rather than try to be social, Hitomi chose to sit in the back, cross her arms, and close her eyes. She could practically feel the looks and glances at her, and hear the mumblings about the Uchiha Clan. If they didn't have the balls to say hi, than they weren't worth her social skills.
The whispers got louder when she heard someone sit next to her. Hitomi chose to indulge them, and open her eyes to look at the brave soul.
What she saw was a now grinning boy (or girl?) that looked like he came from Kumo
What she saw was a now grinning boy (or girl?) that looked like he came from Kumo. "Hi, I'm Eiji, but you're welcome to just call me 'E'. What's your name?" The boy spoke.
E had a dark, caramel skin tone, beautiful brown eyes, and silky blonde hair. Another note, was that he looked prettier than most 'shes'. He was like Haku in that regard. The only way you could tell E was a boy, was from his voice.
'He seems just as energetic as Naruto was PTS.' Hitomi noted. She could hear the even louder whispers of her fellow classmates. "That freak is talking to an Uchiha." "Loser needs to learn his betters." "Uchihas never socialize with rejects like that." Were just examples o the many floating around.
There was a group however, that only watched. It looked like they were led by a Nara.
E heard all the whispers too, and looked like he was about to cry
E heard all the whispers too, and looked like he was about to cry... So Hitomi took a chance. "I'm Hitomi, let's be friends." She said with a smile. This silenced the classroom. "Who cares if I'm an Uchiha, I think you're nice." She elaborated, garnering the attention and respect of the Nara, though she didn't notice.
E broke into a wide grin. "Yeah, let's be friends." He agreed readily, and sat down next to his new friend. The teacher chose to walk in at that moment, so the gawking kids scrambled to find a seat.
"I am Shi-sensei, and that is how you will address me. I do not tolerate messing around in my classroom, and I will not ever let you slack off. Either give me your all, or go home." The harsh-looking chunin told the classroom.
And that's how Hitomi's first day went.
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"Maa, Omi-chan, did you ask your parents yet?" E asked the girl during lunch.
"Yes, I did. They said I could spend the night tonight, so they will bring me my stuff after school." She said. taking a bite of the amazing curry and rice her momma made. "So how long do you think it will take until Suzumi-sensei to find out you're a boy?"
E laughed at that. It was a joke they were playing on the konoichi teacher. Suzumi-sensei mistook E as a girl, and made him take the class. It was a joke among the class to see how long it would take the teacher to notice.
Ever since the first day, more and more people approached Hitomi and E for friendship. Though the two were BFFs, they gave the others a chance. The ranking were weird, though. The Nara boy, Shikikun, was the top student (only because Hitomi was settling for top konoichi to keep a low profile), Hitomi was top konoichi, and E was dead last.
She made the mistake of telling him dead last and top shinobi and konoichi were usually put on a team together.
The two trained together after school, and he could give Shikikun a run for his money if he applied, but he wanted " a totally bad ass genin team", so he down-played his skills during tests and quizzes.
"Graduation, more than likely." He giggled, then chose to eat his own bento.
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It was the morning of October 10th, and it started out as a deceptively nice day. Hiroshi chose to take Hitomi out back and teach her some more of the clan's fire-jutsu. Akira sat on the porch while taking as many photos of the occasion as possible.
"Now, Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu goes like this. Snake, ram, monkey, boar, horse, and tiger. Give it a try, dear." His easy smile made Hitomi much more comfortable.
"Ok." She acknowledged. She did the hand signs in a rapid succession and quickly called out the name. "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" She yelled out as she breathed it out like a dragon, causing a fireball the size of a cat to shoot out.
"That was really good for a first try, Hitomi. Just try to put more chakra into the jutsu to make more flames come out." Hiroshi explained. "Why don't you keep practicing while I help your mother with dinner." He suggested.
"Ok, Papa!" Hitomi shot him a bright grin. She knew he was worried with her amount of 'progress', and how compared to the other Uchihas her age she was a bit behind. Hitomi held back a lot in front of her parents, because she didn't want to be seen as a prodigy. Too much attention.
"I'm worried, Akira
"I'm worried, Akira." Hiroshi spoke to his wife in the kitchen while watching their daughter through the window.
"I know, but Hitomi works hard, and will continue to work hard. Not everyone is an Itachi, dear." Akira reassured her husband.
"I'm aware, but I cant help but feel like I'm disappointing her. She works so hard, and for what? At least now she's socializing, even if it is outside the clan. I would never have thought our quiet and shy little girl to have as many friends at school, especially someone as loud as E." Hiroshi continued on.
Akira giggled. "She's growing up, and some people are just late bloomers with their power. At least she has the discipline to keep training. How many Uchihas gave up just because they had to work a bit harder? Don't worry, Hitomi will turn out just fine."
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This is just an idea for a story, that I think I'll be doing. The idea has been stuck in my head for a while, and I do have a basic plot for it... Fell free to let me know what you think of this, via comments or private messages C: