Well, welcome to the new story that I am bringing to the tables. I been really into Naruto lately, and I always liked the idea of OC's into the world, from, well our world. I guess it just depends your cup of tea.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own the Naruto universe, nor the characters that will appear in my story except for the other OC's that I will introduce.
With out further ado. Here is Chapter One.
Whenever you die, well it's quite different than what you think would happen.
Whenever I had died, I didn't think I'd surely be brought back to life.
Death... Death was a tricky thing to describe. Considering all the numbers of ways you could die. How did I die you might ask?
Simple really.
My friends and I were out partying. Drinking at the host's house. You know teenagers are with their rebellious attitudes and underage drinking, just to defy the higher power. When suddenly a group of men had stormed into the party, demanding to see the host. They of course had guns. If they didn't, well then I sure as hell would have counted my lucky stars.
To bad luck wasn't on my side that night.
Or was it?
Once everyone was hushed surprisingly, considering most were drunk, our eyes landed to the commander of the party. Figures, you'd be surprise to what fear can do to a person. Did I mention that the host was in fact my boyfriend also? As it is a key factor of this deadly story. Funny how I still had my punny sense of humor.
They gunned down my boyfriend, AKA the host, asking for their payment. He had owed them money. What happened next was a little bit fuzzy. I had stepped forward, blocking their view of him, telling them to screw off. I blame it on the fact that I had a protective state over my boyfriend, and that I was also not thinking straight from the alcohol that was in my system.
They had punched me, laughing at me. Everyone just stared. Who would step in to stop this maniac from doing what he wanted? In their eyes I had already dug my grave. Which I guess I had with what happened next.
I some how manage to get up to tackle the guy with the gun, who had also been the one to hit me. He started to try to push me off. His hand wavered close to my mouth, so I bit it as hard as I could.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
Three shots. That all it took. My body fell limp against the guy I was on top of. I suddenly felt the cold hard wood floors. With my visions darken, I could see everyone scattering as if they were chickens with their heads cut off. My eyes shift to my boyfriend who was standing their petrified. I coughed up some blood, using every inch of my power to reach out to him. I was able to lift my hand barely off the ground until darkness surrounded me, engulfing me whole.
At that moment I had knew I was dead, since this darkness just wouldn't leave, and I was completely was aware that it was there. By my side.
What had seemed like hours of being in this darkness, was only a few minutes. Though it had not bother me as much as I thought it would. It was honestly quite peaceful.
Like I said, Death was a tricky thing to explain. You were an eternal being at that moment, as if you could achieve anything that your limited mind could think of.
Then I started to take a plunge . Like a falling stone was dropped from the highest point of the cliff. I flailed my arms wildly, trying to hold onto the darkness. It might have been dark, but it had been peaceful.
I would have screamed if I could use my vocal cords as I was falling. That sensation you felt when you hit a steep hill you were about to go down on a roller coaster had overcame me. The tickling tingle in the pit of my stomach seemed to only made me even more motion sick than from when I first started to fall.
Then splat.
I had a killer headache, pounding from the inside my brain as if it was a boxing arena. A involuntary moaned came from my mouth, though it had sounded more high pitch then my regular moans. If that was a thing.
I shut my eyes tighter, to try to get the power to open them. It was more difficult then it should have been. I could hear a loud beeping noise beside me, constantly going off. It only managed to make my headache even worse. Then I had heard the scattering of feet, people were making a commotion out of something. I just couldn't tell what it was.
Exhaustion overcame me, causing me to collapse into the darkness once more.
I had came to some time later, still having that pounding headache to greet me in my conscious. It seemed when I wasn't awake to the world, it had left me alone. Damn thing.
Pondering to what happened, I was confused to say nonetheless. I was almost positive that I had died at that party. Yet here I was, breathing. Well, barely I could. It was hard to breath as if my chest and lungs had been crushed some how.
Breathing shallow breaths seemed to put my body in discomfort. My muscles seem to spaz out, especially the ones in my back. Not to mention that damn beeping noise kept going off somewhere in the background, making it harder to find at least some peace of mind.
With my body in semi-pain and my mind was a scattered mess, I was determined to at least see where I was . My eyes lids felt like led, forcing them to open. They seem to refuse to open, the muscles screaming at me to just relax.
No, I thought, I am not going to be left in the dark anymore.
I made my eyes snap open swiftly, which made me sick from the motion in the pit of my stomach. The florescent lights burned my eye balls, as they were tortured to stay open.
I looked at where I was. From how the room was arranged, I could infer that I was in the Hospital. Had they been able to bring me back to life from those bullet wounds? But that wouldn't have made any sense at all...
How did I make it here?
My brain pounded, making me moan in pain. I lifelessly brought my hands to my face, hoping the simple touch would calm down the raging headache.
I inspected my hands as they were slowly coming up, they were smaller than usual, as they had looked like petite, fragile, little girl's hands. Shoot, even my skin tone seemed to be slightly different. This one was paler than before. It just didn't make sense...
Though it wasn't until I buried my face into my hands that I noticed a main factor was off. Red strains of hair seem to fall peacefully onto my face. I looked at it with wide eyes. I didn't have red hair.
I screamed of course. With the sudden realization that this wasn't my body, I had started to go into shock. Doctors seemed to swarm into my room, they all a slight look of surprise. Though I surly wasn't paying any attention to them. I drowned out their panic voices as I stared at my trembling hands.
What was going on here?!
Unaware to what they were doing, I had felt a slight pinch in my arm. Instantly , my body fell limp again, my vision turning black and blurry. I heard their hushed, panic voices before I was out of the world again.
Whenever I woke up again, my body had felt groggy. Where was I again?
Thinking about what had happened, I sat up with a start, my eyes flashing open. Pain shot up through my back, as I clutched to the sheets , seething out my already shallow breaths.
"You shouldn't do that." My head snapped to the voice, only to see a grown man sitting onto the chair next to my bed. I tensed up, how long has this man been at my bed side?
"Who... Who are you...?" I croaked out, trying to find my voice. I scrunched up my face , as my voice had clearly not sounded like my own, frustratingly enough.
"Straight to the point, aren't you?" The man chuckled, much to my dismay. I glared at him as I tensed up even more. This man was slender, his brown hair was part down the middle his bangs were beside his eyes. He had a scar across his nose, as he seemed to have a strong facial structure, tying it up with a growing goatee. His brown seemed to eye me with amusement and curiosity.
He seemed no older than twenty-two.
He seemed to caught onto my hostility as he brought his hands up in a surrender motion as he was chuckling even more.
"No need to get pissy at me. I am Torisei Kamatari, and you are?" I looked at him in confusion. I made a face at him.
"What kind of... name is... Torisei?" I asked, my voice still betraying me. I would have swore if my voice box wasn't all scratchy .
"My last name?" Now it was Kamatari's turn to be confused. I racked up the possibility of to why he would say his last name first, instead of his first name. It just didn't make sense...
"Hey kid, you still never answered my question." His voice jolted me from my jarred thoughts. What was my name? I mean, I could say my real name, from my real body, but even that was becoming fuzzy. Thinking about it to much seemed to put my head in more pain.
"I... Don't know..." I answered truthfully, bringing my hands to clutch my pounding head. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, to see his reaction. All joking aside, his face was in full blown seriousness.
"You know kid... It's a miracle that you survived at all." My eyes widened, as my body started to slightly tremble.
I hadn't survived though.
I had died at the party. So why was I here now? I inspected my hands again, nothing about them had changed from before. My eyes then gazed over to my legs that were inside the blankets. They were shorter than they should have been.
"How am I here?" I asked him, sitting in utter confusion. My voice was stronger than before, thought I bet it was only because my confusion was stronger than the dull pain that had coursed its way through my body. This body .
"Do you really not remember any thing?" He asked. I shook my head, as it was only a slight lie. I had remembered what had happened. I just didn't understand why I was here, in a body that wasn't mine. Why?
"Do you know where you are?" He then asked, slowly leaning in.
"A hospital ?" I answered , unsure if even that was correct. He chuckled at my answer.
"That's true. But, I was asking of a more general answer. Such as the city, ya know?" I shook my head at him, indicating that , no , I hadn't known.
"Well. Then lemme be the first to welcome you to Kohona, the City Hidden in The Leaves."
Whew, and thus it is done. How do yall like it so far? I hope it appears to your taste buds .
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