WELCOME!!! First things first: Flames will be used to roast that cat that's hiding in our chimney, maybe that'll get it out. Next: this story has sort of two prologues: the first one is this rather philosophical monologue. I know I know, philo sucks ^^; but I kinda had to add that in, in case nobody gets the idea. The second prologue is the intro to the story itself. The basic idea is that this entire story is a big monologue told by moi, your favourite author, and the idea of being reborn in our dear world of Naruto. Naturally there wil be dialogue, don't want to make it too boring |D

Admin: If I owned it, this story would still be fiction; being so much older than Shika-kun would kill me -_-; But no, don't own.


Rebirth is not a lie. It's real.

I mean, think about it: if we were to follow the idealism of heaven and hell, this would mean that they're actually places; and all places have a limited space. Millions of years we've existed, first as primates, then evolving into the beings we are now; kinda tight fit, don't you think? And there's also the question of the soul; it's true that everyone has their own personality, is unique; but even so, the souls are bound to run out, aren't they?

I'll stick to rebirth, if you don't mind: mainly because that's my truth. This is my truth.

One thing we take for granted is our growth and our intelligence, mainly because we use it without thinking, it's a part of us. But what if these two are connected? What if the reason we grow is because of our intelligence? I know, I know, it's a long shot; and it doesn't explain about elephants or whales; but I believe this is the truth where humans are concerned.

We all start small: from the moment we're created inside our mothers' wombs, we are. We exist. In the flesh. The soul however does not come in until we are born. I'll accept it as a 'conflict of souls' for now – you know, mother and child souls connecting, the chaos that ensues – and accept that this is what happens. One thing that's absolutely clear is the fact that we're young. Small. Undeveloped. Then from the moment the soul enters our body, we live; we scream. And from there on we grow.

The problem, once again, is space. The soul exists, and in order to exist, it has to have a limited space, unless it can expand. But of course the vessel, our bodies, has to expand then as well, or the soul will no longer fit. That's why children grow so fast: they take in way more information than the average adult. Once past the teenager stage, our growing slows, mainly because we've taken in most of the information, but also because our bodies have reached their limit. The only thing that is limitless in this world is the soul.

And then the ageing starts. Our bodies have reached the limit of intelligence that they can take in, and after this the main energy has been used up; this is mortality. The vessel of the soul can only take in so much, and after 50 years it's simply too much. It's for this reason that Alzheimer or memory loss exist: In time our vessel can no longer contain that much, and in order to stay in balance the soul acts accordingly and releases some of the memories that are deemed unnecessary.

And then we die. Our vessels reach their limit, and the soul escapes. Naturally this also occurs with other deaths, like accidents or murder; but in those cases often a connection remains between the body and the soul, and the soul will linger, then being called a ghost; but all of them return to other vessels at some point. Because, though it can exist, the soul has no purpose without a body in which to take in information, to grow and expand.

Of course here a problem presents itself; if the soul is already full of information, how can it enter a child's body? It would be too big; therefore, when the body dies, unless the aforesaid connection remains, the soul can no longer hold on to the information, and it is released and forgotten, so that it no longer has any memories. This way, the soul will shrink and become compatible with the new vessel, ready to acquire new memories, become a new personality. It is true that every person is unique: it is entirely up to our environment and our own experiences as to who we become.

But what if the soul retains its memories? What if the connection with the old vessel remains, unable to break? Usually this means that the soul will linger in the so-called 'spirit world', the place that only psychics claim to see, where the ghosts exist; after all, these souls can no longer return to a body.

One thing that is certain is that we're all alive, even when we have no soul, for the soul only allows us to learn, to make our own life; with our body, we simply exist. If the child is born dead, then the soul will not enter, but simply seek out a new vessel.

But what if a soul, still retaining its memories, would take that chance? What if it were to enter a stillborn child, having recently died during birth?

This is were my story starts; a story of rebirth, a life that shouldn't have been, and the consequences thereof.


'appears in teacher's outfit' And that concludes our session for today. Any questions? 'looks around at sleeping students' No? Perfect! 'Goes to sleep'

Reed and river, please!