A/N: OK so this is my first attempt at a Naruto Fanfiction, and yes it's SI OC. Why? Cause I want to that's why. And good experience. This was inspired to me Dreaming of Sunshine. Am I as good an Author? Hell no, I'm a rookie who doesn't know much about the power of writing, so have mercy on my poor soul!
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Really though, please review, with any and all criticism (If you like it, say why! If not, say why!) and with that, let's get this under way!
…What time is it? How long have I been out for? …Is this what Death is like? Probably, seeing as I got trampled by a freaking Moose. How ironic, for the Canadian to be the one to be killed by what the world thought to be our national animal.
Well, that doesn't matter right now. What matters, is where I am. I expected either Heaven or Hell to be a bit brighter than this. I mean, I'm not overly religious, but it's a nice thought. Purgatory? Possible. Whatever the case, I should be sent somewhere soon enough. Bloody religious influences.
Ok, so I've lost track of time, but the dark hasn't faded at all. Nothing at all. It's pretty strange being in this situation, as when I try to move nothing happens. I can't move even my fingers the smallest of distances. What else was odd was that I had begun to hear voices. Soothing voices, filled with…love? Strange, but It doesn't bug me too much.
Ok, I've determined that this warm, comfy place I'm in is in fact not purgatory. It's been too long, though it's hard to judge time. Has it been a day? A week, month, year? Until I can get proof, I lay here. I learned that I hadn't been trying to move my limbs enough earlier. How do I know? Well, my kicking leg should hopefully be proof enough.
I haven't cared to explore this place yet to get a grasp of where I am. I don't seem to have the energy to do it even if I wanted to, and I don't think I have the room to do it anyways. I've come to notice that whenever I move a bunch, I hear the comforting voices. I like it, it makes me feel safe.
Oh, how I wish good things could last forever. Just when I thought that this comforting world would last forever, I was yanked out in a forceful tug of light. Needless to say, I really didn't like it, and that annoying high pitched screaming didn't make it better. The damned parents need to shut that baby up…
The light hurts my eyes, and it doesn't help that I can't seem to see anyone. I mean, I know I need glasses and all, but this is a little crazy. And what was this language that they were speaking? I mean, I have a vague understanding that it's not English or French, and I did recognize it. So what could it be? Think…
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Hey, why am I moving? I'm not moving my legs… and who are these people? They seem to be… gigantic. Like when Choji used that expansion Jutsu thing. Well, regardless, I was here being held by one, and from where I was placed, I could tell they were a girl. Call me perverted or not, but I couldn't help it.
To my utmost joy, I could see her face! And man does she look exhausted! Like, she looks like she just gave bir-
Oh my fuck
Ok, so it's been a week since I was born, and have had some nagging questions, like why was I conscious of it? What's my new name? I've been able to deduce that I'm somewhere in either Korea, China, or Japan, but I'm not good enough at discerning the language's to know which one, though I think it's Japan, but can't be certain.
I was taken away from my new mother to my displeasure, and given to my father. When I was held by my mother, I could defiantly feel some physical strength beyond the normal, but my new father was jacked! Like, his biceps where as big as my head, though that's nothing to impressive.
He lifted me up to eye level, holding me underneath my armpits, and was smiling. I could see a glint of something on his forehead, but couldn't get a good look at what it was, behind his solid black hair. The Doctors quickly took me away from him, probably because they didn't want a baby to be held like that. Or maybe it was some after-birth check up, but I digress. All I know, is I'm feeling incredibly sleepy. I'll continue my monologue tomorrow then, when I wake up. Until then, time to sleep.
A/N: Chapter 0/1- Minimal words. Why? Cause giving birth isn't very eventful if you're being born (well, it is like this. Don't judge me too much.) But just remember: This is meant to be more as a learning experience for me than anything. So happy times.
In the mean time, I have plans for this person, but the name isn't one of them. That's right. Their name isn't picked out. Why? Spur of the moment. I'm fairly impulsive. In the meantime, I'll be doing whatever it is I do which isn't much. So until then, peace out.
