At the request of my Buddy (you know who you are) I've decided to upload one of my Naruto stories for all to read. I've already written about a hundred pages but let's not get ahead of ourselves here.
NOTE: This may be partially a humor-based (or parody if you prefer) fic but rest assured it will also be serious. The humor is in bite-size snacks for you all to savor before the drama comes back. You know how it is.
My story starts out where many do. Most obviously, the beginning is normally where people should start. But here, my life, my adventure starts out somewhere in the middle. As they say, the beginning is when something is created. The middle is where it is tempered, and changed. The end is when that thing, or person, is 'used'. My whole life I've been tempered. For nineteen years I've cursed my existence with bitterness and self-pity.
And then I died.
I don't know how long I spent in Oblivion. I only remember that when I woke up it was still with me. Something inside my dead body longed for the sweetness of eternity again, and I reacted badly when my eyes opened to see the 'real world' again.
More specifically I threw a silent tantrum in my head and bawled like a baby. I wanted to go back for all I was worth. I didn't remember anything specific of my last life but I knew I'd had one. I felt like I'd been close with my mother. I think I had brothers. But that was it. I had no idea what my name was or where I was from.
I just wanted to go back to being dead.
Eventually I got a hold of myself. I don't know how long I had been on the forest floor crying my eyes out. It didn't matter either way.
It took effort but I managed to sit up. My body was stiff and in a lot of pain. When I looked down at myself I saw the reason: there was blood all over me. My arms had cuts all over them and my clothes were ripped and cut as well. I looked like someone who had been chewed by a mulch maker.
Slowly, I forced myself to stand. I was sore and in pain and I wanted nothing more than to go back. But it was obvious I had no choice but to live for now. I wouldn't have woken up otherwise.
But without my memories I was lost. My adult body, somewhere in its twenties I think, said that I'd lost more than death; I'd lost this life as well. Whatever happened to put me here I decided it would be best just to start walking. Maybe then I could find my way.
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The sun had long since set by the time I reached a town. It seemed like a nice enough place. Lanterns lit the streets and people leisurely made their ways along the dirt paths to head to their next destination. It felt foreign and yet familiar to me. I couldn't place exactly why that was unless my amnesia had to do with it.
Blinking up at the large gate holding a big sign at the entrance of the town I read, "Tanzaku town…?" I looked back down ahead of me and started up the long set of stairs. My legs voiced their displeasure as I walked but I persisted. I needed to find someone who might recognize me and tell me who I was. I also needed to clean myself and get rid of the blood.
Once inside the town I spent the better part of two hours wandering around. I got a few looks my way from some of the passerby but so far I hadn't been bothered. That caused me to wonder if I was in a good town. No one had even asked if I was okay.
'No' was obviously the answer though.
I soon found myself standing in front of a nice-looking bathhouse. It had an inviting sign and the structure seemed well furbished but not overly fancy in any way. But didn't these places require currency to use…?
My right hand strayed to one of the pouches on the backside of my belt and slipped in. I blinked when my hand came back with a small wallet in its grip. Muscle memory, my mind explained. Strange… I know things but I also don't know things… Um… Still no memories coming back.
… I should have checked what I had on me when I woke up before. I should have looked for a clinic first too. But if I went to go and look for one now I would get lost again (but how could I get lost if I have no destination…?) and be unable to find this place I could clean myself at.
I looked back up at the bathhouse sign and decided it was the best time to do it.
A/N: Okay… Super short but at least it's a start.
Note that this story is experimental. Due to some of my more flamboyant ideas I've decided to put up this may cause my character to seem a little too 'special' or a little too Mary-Sue. If you feel I am going too far, let me know. Her 'special' parts are only meant to help other characters in their hardships. She won't be beating Akatsuki with a hand tied behind her back or anything like that. More than likely she'll manage to get hurt. A lot.
But know that this isn't meant to be a completely serious story. Therefore if my amnesiac of an SI is put on a small pedestal I ask for your patience. It won't last long at all.
