Warning: Narutoverse will never belong to me. Period.

There are some graphics, swearing, and to be blunt embarrassing things in this story. But I'm trying to keep it as realistic as possible-as realistic as one could suddenly pop up in the narutoverse granted-but as natural as possible.

Smile:)

"Death is stripping away all that is not you. The secret of life is to die before you die-and find there is no death."

-Eckhart Jolle

Chapter One:

No one can outrun it, it is the fastest thing ever to exist. It has no reason, no right, no shame, no happiness. It simply is what it is, there is no changing it at all.

You could compare it to how a tiger and its claws, or how it is as natural as a human in its own skin. It simply fluctuates and power becomes futile. Not one person has escaped the power it dangles in front of our noses.

It robs you blind, steals what is most precious to your own. Yet it gives you new meaning, a sickening curiosity that chills you to the bone.

Yet too many fear it, instead of welcome it.

Death.

Too many fear it, it is as natural as you are alive. It is no phenomenon, no strange out of this world supernatural. You, were given the gift of being alive, but one day-with this gift, you'll have to give it back. It almost like renting car spaces, you pull in, pay the ticket, and away you go. Some leave too early, and other's too late…But some, some leave at exactly the right time.

My death wasn't sudden, nor was it unexpected.

It wasn't very climatic, and there was no mistake about it. It wasn't sudden nor painless.

I had cancer. A disease that ate your flesh and killed you off slowly, when I was diagnosed people around me were always optimistic, and survivors always visited me with happy grins. 'you'll live,' Their eyes said softly, 'we did.'

Osteosarcoma is a rare bone disease that usually develops in teenagers, athletic teenagers. It is a malignant bone tumor that grows rapidly, sometimes if contained the patient may survive with a missing limb, but other times if it is not contained then the cancerous cells would spread.

But I couldn't bring myself too, I couldn't bring myself to smile and be happy-though I often tried. My cancer wasn't contained, we were too late. I was going to die, even now my arms were skinny rails and my leg was a toothpicks My right leg was chopped off right above the knee, the first operation in hoping to stop the cancer.

But I was going to die, here, alone in a white room counting the groves in the ceiling.

What awaited me? It seemed so surreal, death happens all around us, but when you think about your own death, what will happen to you, you can't stop the feeling of your stomach dropping out from under you. The world spinning out of control, why are we so afraid of the unknown? Why-What do we have to live for?

Why are we alive in the first place-if we are just going to give it back?

What are we supposed to learn? What are we supposed to do? What's the purpose the motive behind it?

Ha. Now I'm being suspicious of death, a garbled laugh sprang to my lips, "Mommy?"

I looked over at my bedside, perhaps, maybe, I wasn't alone after all. I still had the person who meant the world to me. Samantha, my adorable five-year-old daughter. Who I'd die for in a heartbeat, I cursed death for being so selfish. I wasn't going to see my baby doll grow, I was going to miss her making breakfast, and reminding her to brush her teeth. I was going to miss holding her hand to get on the bus, I was going to miss as she went through school with flying colors, and those night lulling her to sleep. I was going to miss her climbing in my bed to snuggle up to me, I was going to miss her first dance, her first awkward conversation with a boy (Two words: Cootie Stage) I was going to miss grabbing ice cream, taking long walks, all of her birthday parties, and buying school supplies. I was going to miss her prom, and her graduation. I was going to miss shopping with her and eating Chinese Takeout, I was going to miss helping her pack for college and her landing her first real job. I was going to miss her crashing her first car (That's not something to be proud of, but practically inevitable) I was going to miss her settling down with some bloke I would threaten to beat up if he'd ever hurt her, I would miss her falling in love for him and having a dozen kids. I would miss seeing her fret over them and in turn, she tuck them in at night.

Instead I would be leaving her, with a necklace chain and a grave. For her to stare at her entire life and wonder what kind of mother I would have been if I was there.

Death was selfish.

For now, I just advert my eyes and whisper, "Everything's okay, babydoll, how's your Aunt been?"

Then she'd smile so large I was afraid her face would crack and launch into an epic adventure of digging worms out of the garden and fishing in the pond with her cousins. I would smile, and hold my tears, I would miss this too.

Why couldn't I have died at least protecting my daughter? In some accident where I heroically save her life or something? Why couldn't I have rocked her world with my 'mother lameness' kids always seem to complain about? I was never the world's best mother, I would never get a trophy for the either, but why couldn't I have done something other than rot my brains out in a hospital? I didn't want her to see me like this, I wanted her to remember the times where I used to swing her around the lawn, and when I taught her to ride her bike.

Why, what did a sweet kid like her do, to see her mother rot in a hospital?

It would scar her.

I could only hope my love would soothe them over.

I was so jealous of my sister, she'd see my babydoll grow up, the most perfect girl in the world. I had sworn her to take care of Samantha, for ever and ever and ever. Till death.

I looked over my oxygen mask, my daughter cuddled right up next to me. Though my breath was heavy and machine like, and I was so pale, I looked like one of the monsters she was so afraid of, hiding under her bed. The vessels had popped in my eyes, giving me a sleepless look, and back threads scattered under my skin, I knew it wouldn't be long now, maybe a day or two, maybe an hour.

"Babydoll," I choked out, as Samantha paused in trying to dig a hole for China under my arm. "Promise me something," I said almost absently, petting her head. She nodded at me to continue, and I dragged a long rattling breath, "Take care of yourself, before all else alright?"

Looking away from her eyes, I flashbacked to the pain of Samantha's 'father' abandoning us, (He may have sired the most beautiful girl on the planet, but she was my daughter.) I remembered all the fear and hate he stirred within me. There's was not a person more I wished death for, yet he was as healthy as a whistle, happy screwing women and stealing money.

"Remember that fear and hate can never conquer love." I grimaced, how cheesy could I get? "That…If you love something, the stronger you will is to survive and protect. The stronger you'll grow." I looked down at her, "You, are the most amazing event in my life," I flicked her nose and gave a small, dry grin from behind my mask, amused by her wide eyes. "Don't shut people completely out, promise me."

Samantha gulped an held out her pinky, my lips stretched as I met her halfway and wrapped my finger around hers, "Promise me that you'll try your best to be happy, and if that ever fails, love. Promise me that you'll live on, making a living." Samantha nodded again,

"And promise me that…" I paused looking at her seriously, "That you'll never give up or in, that you'll be happy and stick to your decisions-that you'll remember to brush your hair in the mornings and clean your teeth at night. That you'll always eat a good breakfast and keep yourself healthy-that you'll-" I caught myself with a dry sob, damn it. I didn't want this to happen!

Samantha's eyes started tearing up and pink stains turned magenta against her pale skin. "M-M-Mom!"

"Promise me that, no matter what, you accept yourself. That you will never hate yourself or blame yourself for matters out of your hands or cannot change." I petted her hair again softly, "Promise me,"

"I-I-I p-promise."

"Good," I whispered and pulled her in my arms, "I love you, Samantha."

I suppose I was lucky compared to some families, some never got a goodbye.

Samantha clutched me a leaked a few sobs, I held her tiny frame against me humming a soft tune, it was better now, I supposed. That she'd start her mourning early, so it could be done quicker. I wished I could take all pain and haul it across my back or stamp it out in the dust. It tore fierce daggers across my heart seeing her like this, and I hoped it wouldn't stay long. I fiercely hoped that whatever came after death would be similar to the pain she felt now, twice fold. She didn't deserve the pain I brought to her.

"Painted across the night sky...Forever and a day, My love my love my darling" My voice was a gentle hum and Samantha paused in her sobbing, "a million years away, I'll watch over you, today my darling love." My hands made rhythmic motions across her small muscles, calming her. "And whatever comes tomorrow, begins with today, I'll still be here beside you." Samantha started to snuggle and squirm to get more comfortable in my arms, a small grin stretched on my face as I pulled my mask off, my voice transforming into something worlds softer, "Even when the storms turn grey and cloudy, when the winds becomes a vehement foe, I'll be beside you, guiding the way. My love, My love, My darling." Samantha was quiet, "Forever and a day, remember this, my love, remember this day. Painted across the night sky, forever and a day. A million years away, today my darling hue," Samantha's eyes started fluttering, she was such a cute kid. "I'll watch over you today. And whatever comes tomorrow, splash in the colors of the sky, today my darling hue, I'll be beside you. Even when the flood turns in and the fire licking your feet, I'll guide you way, beside you. Painted across the night sky, forever and a day, forever…and a day." Samantha was asleep, she had been tired coming here, stress takes a lot out of little kids. "My love, my love, my darling." Man, I was a sap.

I slowly drifted off, the blackness slowly consuming me like a coat or a warm fleece blanket, I realized dimly that I had forgotten about my oxygen mask, which kept my lungs from collapsing. It lay in the palm of my right hand like a mockery, but it was too painful for me to try to strap in back on. Dimly, from the mind-clouding haze, I could hear the heart monitor going crazy and some kind of alarm going off. My baby doll shifted beside me, calling my name, but I was too far gone, "Get her out of here!"I wanted to roar through the pain of having my heart beat out of my chest. My vision faded to nothing as agony ripped through my body, and swirled around my chest. I felt like I was drowning, and dribbles of blood escaped from my lips.

Then it all fell to black.

There was no outer body experience, no light at the end of a long tunnel, just, blackness. Darkness.

It felt kind of like you were underwater, but there was no burning in your lungs, no pain. But there was thick substances everywhere, circling you, like a little bubble. I spent a great deal in this space, I needed no food, no air, no bathroom breaks. I just, existed. But my thoughts were sluggish I could still remember my name, and I gripped to it like a lifeline, Kelly. Kelly who? Anderson. My mind would throw a small party for remembering my name.

Who are you? Secretary of John White, Single mother of Samantha Anderson.

How old are you? Twenty Five

Why are you here? I died, duh. I was becoming worried for my sanity.

But for me it took ages for me to for these responses. I pondered this sluggishly for a while, where was my angel to take me to heaven? (Or demon to bring me to hell? For that matter) was I some Heaven-and-Hell reject?

Where were the pearly gates or the pits of fire? Maybe the Fates are playing with you, 'Haha surprise! You're going to neither 'cause you got the wrong religion!' That. Would suck.

I kicked out in frustration, trying to escape the Bubble of Doom, as I now call it, a small while ago, I had noticed my little space getting smaller and smaller, so I kicked and lashed out more and more, hoping for an escape. Perhaps death was mocking me, perhaps it now sent me here for me to slowly die (again?) Because I knew that if I couldn't escape the bubble, I was going to be compacted and squeezed in all the wrong places.

The space around me grew tighter and tighter, I was also aware how I didn't need sleep, though my eyelids were closed, I struggled to open them, but it was an impossible feat. Why am I so weak?

I was warm however, comfortable, despite the walls closing in the Bubble of Doom. I snuggled into one of the bouncy walls of the bubble, a tiny smile on my lips. A part of me didn't ever wan to leave here, it was safe, warm, and here I could forget. I could forget the pain of my past life. I could forget how I could've saved my father, my mother's abandonment, the struggles of barely being a pregnant teenager, dropping out of college and landing a low-score job. I could forget all the snobs and jeers of my friends who didn't want to associate with me, here, I could forget all of that raw betrayment.

But I couldn't forget Samantha.

Was she okay? How was she dealing? Or maybe, she had gotten over my death already, god knows how long it's been. I didn't want to think about how scarred she was going to grow up, watching her mother die in front of her. How selfish death was, how incompetent I was to die in front of my daughter!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

But I was alright wasn't I? I was in the neither regions, somewhat between life and death, was there a way for me to get back to her?

I felt something beneath me break, I shifted wearily. 'Here it comes,' I thought darkly, 'Death has decided heaven or hell.'

The bubbled around me drained slowly, I squirmed, squashed against the very tight bubble now. It was uncomfortable and itchy, stop stop stop.

I was being suffocated, the walls of the bubble of doom compressed against me. Something that was warm and secure turned into my own worst enemy in just a small span of time. I felt like it had deceived me, I felt cheated. Suddenly I was being conformed and squeezed, I tried to scream for help. But there was no one, just this sickening presence of being pressed.

Then, I was moving, sinking painfully. I screamed kicked, damnit! I wasn't going without a fight. If hell wanted me I wasn't going to go down passively. I kicked and punched while the walls around me moved and trembled. Then I blacked out, I passed out from the constant pushing and fighting.

The next thing I realized was a cold rush of air, a biting cold that froze my bones. I cried, it was so cold it was almost painful. Then I felt something pick me up, then something wrapped around me, I cried and cried and sobbed. I realized something, I had been in the dark for so long, I had forgotten how to open open my eyes, slowly I peeled my lids back, no longer was I in the Bubble of Doom.

I was blinded, the light pierced my eyes like daggers, What. The. Fuck. Is. This? My vision was completely blurry, Was I blind? I saw massless creature loom over me, their faces covered in shadow, Come at me bastards! I can take you damnit-Give me back my daughter!

Their voices poured in my ears like hot acid, I cringed at my delicate ears were bombarded.

My hand escaped the tiny shell I was wrapped in, I waved my fist angrily, then I peered at it, Why is my fist so pudgy and small? An uneasy feeling stirred in my gut, I looked up at the shadowy figures, they are people…Then I am…I opened my fist to stare at it, a baby?!

No possible way. This isn't possible.

I've been reincarnated.

If you noticed my character blames herself for everything, and she's also very sarcastic. She's designed to amuse with dry humor-

I originally got this idea from Artsome and her story 'Clockwork and a teacup' Which you should totally read! It sprung to my head that I should spring another story much like it hmm!

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Anyway-

Reviews are love! The REAL surprise comes next chapter and after-oblivion!