Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A/N: Hello, hello! It's been a long time since I've last written and posted, but this idea has been in my mind for years and years. It also has been sitting in my computer for about that long as well so I have finally decided to post it.
I've also decided to post the first two chapters at once because in the beginning they started as one chapter, but after many sleepless nights I realized having a prologue and a first chapter would work out better.
As for the format of the chapters I am probably going to do short posts, for the most part, so I don't get too overwhelmed. I want this story to be fun and hopefully funny. My humor tends to be a bit warped and unique so most people will probably not be amused. You've been duly warned! Haha.
Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this story. (Oh, and sorry about my grammar. It has been a long time after all.)
Totally Transparent
Prologue
When Sakura opened her eyes it was to see Ukki-san, the long cherished plant of her ex-sensei. Strange that. This is not what she thought death would be like. Wasn't everything supposed to be, you know, white?
Turning around she found herself in a small, austere room. To one wall there was a bed, to the other a small messy desk, and beyond that a kitchenette. An open beer bottle stood on the empty countertop, the faucet dripped a little, but other than the beer the room was clean. Spotless almost. There was hardly any decoration, not even a cheap rug. What decor there was came in the form of two small picture frames. One she recognized with dread. The other was only vaguely familiar.
If the dead could breathe Sakura would have suffocated.
Was this a joke? This could not be heaven, she absolutely refused to believe such a stupid thing. At least Sakura hoped this was not heaven, because if it was heaven sucked. On the other hand it could be hell. In that case, hell maybe wasn't so bad, and she should have raided her mother's purse more.
Stepping away from the window, away from a plant she knew too well for her liking or comfort, Sakura studied her ex-sensei's apartment. Maybe this was only a stepping stone to something bigger, better, because this couldn't be what death gave her. This couldn't be real. Her afterlife could not be this apartment, in this village, for the rest of all eternity, and if this all ended up to be true she had some serious thinking to do. Namely, why her afterlife consisted of her sensei's apartment and dear old plant.
Shit. She had to get out.
Sakura crossed the room before before she finished the thought, opened the door, and promptly screamed.
There was nothing outside. No hallway, no wall, no light at the end of the tunnel, and, for better or worst, no brimstone and fire. There was just a void, a colorless, empty hole.
Her heart raced up her throat and something deep and cutting opened up inside her. Sakura slammed the door and moved back to the window, pressing her face against the glass. The view was what she expected. There were shops, restaurants, the Hokage Mountain, and a few elderly people. Sakura gave a try at the window. It didn't budge.
Fear prickled her stomach, and she swallowed whatever fear that crept up down.
She was stuck. Here. This tiny, sparse room was to be her eternity.
Okay, so maybe she should have never stolen any money from her mother.