A/N: After reading incredible SI!OC stories like Irio-nin Kasa by Vaengir, Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen, Changing lives with a bang! by melloschocolatecake and Catch Your Breath by Lang Noi and others alike, I finally took a step forward and started my own fic. Check those out first, each and every one of them is unique and gorgeous in its own way!


Inspired by by Depeche Mode's the song «A Pain That I'm Used To».

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto (cries in despair).

Warning: This is M/M fic, but it won't be the story's primary focus, so you can read it even if you're not into yaoi (nothing graphic will be found here).

Prologue: When Universes Collide


The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new. – Socrates


Life is a fascinating thing. While all we do is search for its meaning, we never stop to think that there is none. It's always shifting, always moving. We delude ourselves with abstract ideas, believing in permanence. For as long as I could remember myself, I've always thought of myself as an average human being, living a normal life. I believed that nothing was special about me, forgetting one very important fact: everyone is special.

My death was rather embarrassing. I didn't die saving a life. Neither did it happen in a car incident. Not a disease. Nope, I went the way the idiots like me go.

It was Friday night. I was in my bedroom, getting ready for a date. Being the crazy moron I am, I decided to put on make-up simultaneously with getting dressed. Come on, what 21-year-old girl doesn't do it this way when being late.

So I ended up running around the room with a powder compact in one hand and jeans in another. No wonder that the jeans got caught onto something, making me lose balance and drop the powder onto my face. I ended up sneezing, tripping over my leg and hitting the corner of the desk with my temple.

Sorry dude, no date for you. At least it was only supposed to be our first date.

So yup, went the loser way.

What did you think happened next? Did I see the light at the end of the tunnel, go to heaven (or hell in my case), get stuck in the shinigami belly? Ha! Not in my case. My luck got me… again.

Or the story of my second life. Hell yeah!


Well… let's start at the beginning. So I died, but instead of, well, dying, I found myself in a luxurious room, sitting at a huge wooden table filled with files, folders and paper. Across the table sat some weird dude. He looked, well, animated and suspiciously like Madara with a Kakashi style face mask. His posture screamed annoyed. And he was staring right at me.

For what seemed like hours we sat in silence. It was kinda suffocating, at least for me. He was sorting the papers, occasionally scribing something down. Realizing that he wasn't going to speak up anytime soon, I decided to take the lead. And my life went from normal to batshit crazy from there.

"Hello? Who are you? If memory serves me right, I just died. Is this some type of transition phase? Or am I in a coma?" I spoke, even though my voice was on the verge of breaking. I didn't want to die. At the very least I could speak despite the shock.

Before my mind would get overflowed with depressed thoughts, he lifted his head from the papers and eyed me in an indifferent manner.

"Why did I take this job again?" he mumbled. Then he pushed the papers to the side and put his elbows on the tables, placing his head in his palms. "Hey. I'm a minor god. Indeed, your guess is right. You died. This is no coma. But this is no transition phase too. You see, your type of soul is a parasitic one. It means that it doesn't like to leave the world of the living and clings till the very end. Due to the system failure, your soul managed to stay in the land of living. This means that you'll get to be reborn with your previous memories. But don't get me wrong. You will not relive your previous life. You will be reincarnated into another body before its birth. At the moment your soul is transferring into the body. It'll take more" he takes a look at his watch - is that Rolex?! - "ninety seconds. Oh, and you got sent to another existence plane, which means that the world will be slightly different, but" he picked a paper from the table and his eyes skimmed over it, "it's said here that you know about that world so I don't have to explain it to you." he finished, putting the paper back.

Wait, what?!

I jumped from my place at the table, feeling panic overtake me, and let the chatter begin. "The hell?! What do you mean "another world"?! System failure?!"

Well, apparently I can't even die like a normal human being. Yay… the fuck.

Looking at me like I lack brain tissue, with an annoyed sigh, he started: "Look, we don't have all day. Some souls don't want to leave. Your life won't be shortened because you lived before. But, if you die again, there's no guarantee about what will happen. So try to postpone your death better this time.

"Before you ask, some of your memories will fade naturally, but they won't disappear. Like it always was. You can tell others about your memories, but that might make you a target, so be ready for the consequences. And you'll forget your previous name and face."

Before I could bury him with questions, he hastily got up, stuffed the papers into the folders and eye smiled. "Sorry, our time's out. I've got, you know," I swear I saw him sweat drop. "god business. Good luck and, well, don't die!" He practically squeaked the last part and disappeared with a puff.

Well, if that wasn't the most fucked up conversation in the whole universe, than I don't know what it was.

That is how I found about the new journey of my life, making me question my sanity and, well, gods in general.

And then the world started to warp and it began.


A/N: This is it for the first chapter. I know it's short as hell, but the next ones are gonna make up for it. Do you like it? Hate it? English isn't my native language, so in case you see any mistakes please let me know.

Thank you and please review!