Don't Sue me, I do not claim that I own Naruto
Please Don't hate me I know I'm bad at writing but I think it gets better next chapter
This is a semi self-insert. The mc's parents never married so you could say that she has her mother's name. But then again her parents didn't even register her birth so...Does she even exist?
Prologue
The only thing I did good in my life caused me to die. And some people would say it was stupid, since all I did was cause a death. Yes, I pushed a kid out of the way of a car. The only problem is that I accidentially fell into the path of another car, which hit me at just the right angle. I'm kind of glad that I died sort of. I just don't care anymore. Friends? They backstab you any chance they would get. Bonds are never the life-long friendships that I laugh at on my computer screen. Humans are after all self-centered, whimsical and illogical beings. Effort in life? I'm just too tired. I wish I could just sleep, and I would have gotten my wish too if I wasn't born a Nara although at the time I didn't know this. least I get to be lazy.
I was born to some shitty survivorlist parents that live alone in the woods. Fuck it. I'm not sure if the world readlly ended and my parents are the last people left in the world or if this is like the only forest in the world left that didn't have trash littering the ground. I'm not sure since I have neverseen anyone else.
Oh, and did I mention my name is now Tomoe? Dad said my name was something about the world going around even if people didn't existed or some shit like that. Sigh, at least I wasn't born; one child of many from one cult leader or something.
Dad was all gung ho on me elarning all the survivorlist skills early. Like real early, fuck he left me all alone in the forest at night when I was three. With a big ass pointy knife the size of my little arm. A humungous pack over shadowing me and a tin with flint. And told me to survive the night by myself, and I don't think he watched over me or anything either. Who does that? I bet that if I wasn't reincarnated, and three years I probably would have impaled myself or got eaten by some raccoon. The thing was that I never really went camping in my past life so I have no idea how to, well, survive in the wild. And anytime I did go camping it was practically a stones throw away from civiliazation. With a lighter. And disgusting marshmellows.
So I was thinking that I really needed to get off the forest floor since it was starting to get dark. I tried making sparks on chips of dry wood, and even dug a hole for it but no such luck. No fire to scare away the scary carnivores that are probably eyeing me right now. Before it got really dark, I gave up trying to make a fire and instead tried my hand at climbling a tree.
The trees in the forest that I lived in were real tall, like decades old. A gold mine really, but the way that we could live in a forest this isolated was if we were in a world with a small human population compared to landmass. I've been suspecting that for a while now. Dad did have purple eyes and I don't think he's wearing contacts. And I don't mean that bluish/indigo purple eyed people that are actually blue eyed that you rarely ever saw in my old life. I mean straight up purple. Thank god I had brown eyes like mom, but if you looked into them there were speckles of purple. As if they were the green in hazel eyes or something.
Back on topic though, that time when I was three, I slept in a tree and in the morning dad came to pick me up. Looking a little suprised as if he didn't expect me to still be alive.
At first I didn't think too much of my new parents at first. I got the inkling that civilization did exist here. Although there wasn't electricity or anything but dad would sometimes disappear somewhere and come back with clothes. They weren't modern or anything but thank goodness we didn't have to make clothes out of animal skins. And I get the feeling that when I get old enough, they wont let me go to school either. Now that I think about, did mom even go to a hospital to have me?
But over the years they sort of grew on me. Mom taught me how to skin and hide animals, and even make clothes if there was ever a need to. She taught me the herbs and plants of the forest, and how to cook with it. Dad taught me to fish, climb trees(like a monkey), track, hunt(with throwing knives), and set traps for animals. He even taught me to walk in the forest silently, it had to do with gowing with the flow of nature or something. Listen to the wind and pay attention to how you placed your feet. Straight out of a fantasy/survival I tell you. Taught me to cover my tracks, detect signs of human activity, make false trails, and even traps that were big enough to catch humans. What did he think? That an army would march in to take over our little cabin in the woods? Yeah right.
By the time I was five, I pretty much learned how to live in the woods self-sufficiently. I knew which ones were the edible plants and avoided the poisonous ones. I was practically fighting tooth and nail with the wild animals of the forest (that were my size). I never knew a five year old's skin could be so thick.
For the past year, dad has been setting me up into these illogical situations: hanging off a cliff with my twiggy arms, upside down caught in a human trap, thrown into a body of water without knowing how to swim... He pretty much wanted to see what I would do in unexpected situations. Which were: flip over the branch, cut the rope connected to my foot, and well... dad had to fish me out of that one. He thought I was lacking though so I had to practice for hours, just hanging onto something, first my left, then my right (I'm right handed). And know I know how to swim like a fish...int the middle of a rapid river. I would be happy to see that I had a faint outline of a six pack, if it didn't look so misplaced on my body.
I was coming back from my turn to hunt, and I noticed something off... It was a nice big boar, and of course I didn't directly hunt it. It sharp and dangerous tusks. So I dug a hole with spikes in it, covered it up, and set a trip wire. I waited in the trees until a boar wandered by and threw a rock to startle it. Boars are so easy, if they didn't know you were there(cuz they're smart little bastards).
Something was...off about the forest. Like there was something here... Or maybe someone?
I heard yelling and recognized it as dad. "Get out of my house you freak!" I heard mom's voice soft and indistinct trying to plactate her husband. Another voice said something but I couldn't hear it. I just stood there dumbfounded until the visitor walked out or should I say slouched out? He paused for a second when he saw me.
He had black, spikey hair tied up in a pony tail and two scars on the right side of his face. He had on a green vest but over it was some animal's skin, and there on his chin were the begginings of a gotee. Why does his appearance tickle the back of my mind? Familiar...
I'm pretty sure he was suprised in finding a kid out here, coming home late with a dead boar traing behind her, but I didn't see any of the sort on his face. I must have looked the very image of a wild child, unruly hair, no shoes, and most likely covered in dirt.
He approached me, "You're growling, kid," he patted the top of my tangled curls as he passed. That stoped me short, I hadn't noticed.
"Are you a ninja, Mr.?" He paused, not bothering to turn back to look at me. "What makes you say that, kid?"
"Because daddy only gets like that when he talks about ninjas."
He hmmed casually at me, "Who are you? I've never seen anyone else other than mommy and daddy."
"I'm your mother's brother."
"Uncle?" I questioned but he was already gone.
Yes, I thought, when dad had started ranting about ninjas he usually started yelling but I had paid him no mind. After all I thought he was just paranoid or talking about some conspiracy theory. But looking at this guy...a familiar feeling tickles the back of my head. I'm in a riduculus world. I sort of don't want to leave this uninhabitated part of the world. There are after all ninjas in it, maybe I could live my whole life here...
Time skip - 6 years old
Tomoe came home late one night only to meet her father at their door. His eyes were red like he had been crying. "Where have you been? Are you alright?" his voice concerned. But that wasn't right, something was wrong. It felt familar but what was it? It wasn't his normal ramblings. He seemed to look behind her, as if he expected to see someone there.
Tomoe answered, "Out hunting," holding up three rabits.
There was something wrong about this situation, why does he keep shifting his eyes around. It was familar, this feeling...that the person in front of you was dangerous. Unbalanced. That they might lash out at you or themselves and the only person to stop them was you.
"I'm so sorry Tomo," he used her pet name. "But I had to do it! She was threatening to leave us, No! Even worse she was planning on leaving and taking you with her! I can't let you go.." What is he saying? Is he saying what I think he's saying?
Tomoe ducked her eyes down, confused, but after a moment dragged them back up. She had seen what was inside, looking past him through his legs. She could have sworn she saw...What he said next snapped her away from her thoughts.
"I need to protect you, but your mom..." he stiffened and looked at the trees again, as if someone was there. But wasn't. "But maybe we can both meet her again, together..." His hand went down to the hunting knife at his right leg, slowly. Oh so slowly.
Tomoe froze at his last words, barely registering them. But she two was fingering the knife she had only just used to gut and skin the animals in her hands. They were left uncleaned of her last kill, she was young and still not in habit of cleaning her weapons like the rest of her family.
Suddenly the two clashed hunting knives. There were no sparks that flew between them; their weapons weren't meant for fighting. They dully clanked together. Tomoe was having a hard time keeping up, she wasn't used to having to hold her knife like this. Defensively. The only times she had used her knife like this was when she hunted. The only comparison she had was once when she had accidentially come across a young but injured wolf. She had to block the agitated wolf's claws with her blade and then hastily went in for a kill. That battle had given her two scars on one of her thighs.
Her father, of course had the advantage. He was a much taller adult male. It even seemed as if the longer the two drew it out the more, the more his stance relaxed into. As if it was a familar stance. Something he was comfortable with.
She needed to get away from here, out of danger. But it seemed that with every second the battle lasted he went through more and more of her carefully put up defences. She wasn't going to win.
The two bent low, exchanging quick blows. Both of their skills the fruit of labor. Of living in the wilds, and battling dangerous animals for survival.
She needed to get away. Their eyes met. It seemed to her that his eyes, his eyes were only asking for fogiveness...I need to..Why did he do it?
Those were her last thoughts before her consciousness turned to black.
Author's note: Tomoe does not suspect that she's in Naruto-verse, her dad is teaching her normal survival skills. She's not even using chakra to hide her prescence. She's just that good and her dad was just that much of a survival nut. She's not even strengthening her body with chakra.
This is AU?: Shikaku has a cousin that he grew up with like a sister, she never became a ninja though and left after she with Tomoe's dad. Tomoe's dad had actually went to the Academy though, he failed. Also as you can see he is not from the Nara clan. He has dark red almost brown hair.
