Chapter 01

Prologue

Disclaimer:

I do not own Naruto or the characters. The only characters I own the ones that will be listed at the end of the chapter. This story is a rewrite of an older story that I had posted called 'Fallen Angel'. It was made and the character was a huge Mary Sue. Despite having gone away from writing these characters, I wanted to keep true to the story so the character may seem (at least in appearance) to be a Mary Sue. This is also going to be hugely comedy based, though serious times will be thrown around.

Rated M for violence, language, graphical depictions of death, and other things.

I hope you enjoy reading this and don't forget to leave a like and review on how you think I can improve on this story, or my grammar, as I still have a lot to work on. Thank you!

Before I begin speaking, let me tell you that this little 'before' story swill sound depressing…very depressing. Just know, it isn't. I had a good life despite most of it being hooked up to a machine. With that out of the way, let's begin.

Like I said, most of my life had been hooked up to a machine thanks to the good old pumper malfunctioning. A heart murmur was what they originally thought it was when I first came in when I was six. They soon found out that wasn't the problem, though.

Coronary Artery Disease. Something not common in six-year-old kids, but apparently it wasn't unheard of. Don't know how they fucked up that with a simple heart murmur, but they did. Yup, I had an incurable heart disease at a very early age in life. Want to know the kicker? Apparently, that wasn't the only thing wrong with me, as we later found out a little after my eighth birthday. Nope, life decided to give me another thing that isn't common in children.

Pulmonary Hypertension. It makes the right side of my heart work harder to pump blood through due to my lungs being stupid. You know, the heart that already has a chronic problem?

Doctors were baffled. Sure it wasn't uncommon for someone to have a heart problem would also have a lung problem. I was eight at the time, though. I was a kid. I was dying before my life even started.

I know I said this wasn't supposed to be depressing, but all I've spoken about so far are the bad things. Let's go on to the lighter side of things, though.

Family.

The one constant thing in my life that was always there for me when they could. My parents and two sisters couldn't always be there, sadly, but they were there as often as I could.

My father was a world renowned author of books about the ocean and such, while my mother worked as an Oceanographer and traveled a lot. My two sisters were also pretty well known, despite them being so young.

I had two sisters, each of them having some extraordinary talent. The first one was Winter. She was the thirteen-year-old art prodigy. Her life-like drawings was something most adult with years of training couldn't even hope to accomplish. She may be young, but she already has several scholarships to art schools around the world as she has been in various art tourneys and galleries. Very successful at such a young age. That was Winter.

Going onto my other sister, Fall. As you can see, my parents had themed names for us. Anyway, Fall was the book, smart kid. She was twelve years old and already attending high school. She's had various IQ tests done and every one of them went well beyond what is considered normal. She was a straight A student that also had scholarships to various colleges around the world. She one day wants to be a doctor apparently.

Then you have me, the girl with the heart problems. I wasn't anything special really. If we were going with the theme of my sisters with being overachievers, I think I could easily win at being the most unhealthy girl of the family. My name was Summer, a pleasure to meet you. Please, not the was part of that. I also was a sixteen-year-old girl (shocked I lived this long? So were the doctors).

Despite being related. We were all very different. No, I'm not talking about how our brains or bodies functioned either. Even in the looks department. I blame how my parents look so different that we were like night and day, none of us looking too much alike.

Winter was the tannest one of the family, despite her never going out. She had several freckles on her face and large glasses. Her hair was short and a very dark brown, almost black, that was cut so it was longer in the front than in the back. Her eyes were a beautiful icy blue, though, which did fit her name pretty well. She was the average height for her age and had a more athletic build.

Fall was lighter than Winter and didn't have any freckles at all. She had perfect eyesight, was too tall for her age, and was also pretty skinny, almost like a twig. She had ashy blonde hair and the same, icy eyes that Winter had.

Once again, you have me. The odd one. This, though, can't be helped. Sunken in cheeks, thin platinum blonde hair, and dull sea green eyes. My skin was a sickly pale color and my body was short, too short due to not being able to really grown up properly. Bones protruded out of certain areas of my body as I was in a bed all the time, usually being fed through a tube. I hadn't always looked this wretched, but in the past few months, my conditions had gotten worse.

About two months ago the doctors broke the news that it didn't look like I had much longer to live. The family broke down then, all except for me. I already knew I could feel it, and I had accepted it.

Now here I was, in my hospital room, all alone. My family had gone out to an art gala for Winter and promised they'd only be gone for a day and a half. They didn't expect me to slip by then, as I had been able to hold on for so long. I had expected to be fine as well.

I didn't exactly feel it, as I was on various pain medications to numb the chest pains, but my labored breathing lets me know. It was time to let go. I could barely reach my arm up to wrap around the pendant my parents had gotten me. A small sun. My sisters each had one like it as well, though it corresponded to the season they were named after. It had always been special to us. Something to help keep us together even when separated.

I could hear the door open and glanced over to see the doctor and the nurse. I didn't feel like smiling, I was too tired. Breathing was too much effort that I didn't want to put in. They were fiddling with the machines and I knew they were going to try and revive me. It wouldn't do anything, though.

I was a bit sad, my mother was currently pregnant with a little girl. Eight months pregnant to be exact. I was hoping I'd be able to meet little Spring when she was born but looks like her big sister wouldn't be able to see her.

My eyes began to feel heavy, as though they were filled with lead. I sighed a bit, the last ditch attempt to breathe as I closed my eyes. The sound began to fade out slowly and so did sensation. Then there was this warm feeling. Like when you were little on a cold winter day and you mother put a blanket in the dryer and then wrapped it around you. A gentle, soothing warmth that was comforting.

"So here we are, the end of the line." A voice that sounded a lot like mine said. I still had my eyes closed and it felt like I was floating in the blanket now. I hummed din response.

"I never expected death to be so serene," I said as I relaxed. I didn't mind this. If this is what death was, I would happily be wrapped in this warm embrace for eternity.

"Though your time in your world is over, you still have things you can do." The voice spoke out and this earned my interest. Oh. Now, what was that, other self?

"Like what?" I asked in a tired voice as I felt a tingling sensation.

"Anything you want. This is, after all, your afterlife." The voice spoke and I chuckled a bit.

"Surprise me." Where the last words to escape my lips. I didn't expect much. I was dead, after all, so what could happen now? Perhaps I would be reborn or go to some beautiful haven where I could do whatever I want. I've always wanted to go running. Or swimming. I heard it's a lot of fun to go swimming.

Then that warmth was ripped away from right underneath me. My eyes shot open in surprise as I had not been expecting this. It was bright, once more, and I could see the faint outlines of trees and a lake in the distance as I fell. I was free falling.

"Oh, shitake!" I shouted as I comically began to wave my arms around a bit in an attempt to magically fly. That's when I felt it. A tugging on my back. Like I had to stretch or something, a natural instinct in a way. I flexed my back muscles and felt something soft, and large coming out of them.

Suddenly I wasn't falling anymore, more or less soaring. I was shocked. Like what had happened? I looked over my shoulders and there they were. Large, bright white wings. Sadly I wasn't exactly able to observe them as much as I would've liked because I realized I needed to learn how to fly.

Do you know how awkward it is trying to fly for the first time? It's like flexing your back muscles in an awkward position multiple times. It was not what I'd describe as an easy task. Then I tried to land once I noticed I was closer to the forest floor. Emphasis on the tried. It really consisted of my tapping my foot to the ground in an elegant style to land, then tumbling face first into the ground.

"Owchie," I said as I to my knees and rubbed the dirt from off my face then looked around me. Yes, I was indeed in a forest, right next to a lake to be exact.

I got to my feet and couldn't help but feel a bit off. I knew I was short, but I felt even shorter now. I also had the added weight of giant wings on my back and a strange tickling in my face. I hobbled over to the lake and bent down, looking inside of it. To my surprise, I was young. Younger than I had been. Far healthier as well.

I looked to be around seven, with rounder cheeks though as if I were a healthy, normal kid. My platinum hair seemed almost white, so it was more of a frosty platinum. My eyes, that were normally dull, were now the vibrant sea green I had only ever seen in baby pictures of me. Slight freckles on my pale skin, not sickly pale either, it looked a lot like my father's skin tone, as he never really got out much.

My hair as thick and went to my lower back, something I hadn't ever seen it do. Before it was always in a blunt haircut, as it was prone to breaking off. It was also never thick, despite everyone in my family having thick hair. Is this what I would've looked like if I wasn't so sick? I doubted it, I assumed a lot of this otherworldly glow I had was probably because I was literally an angel now.

I raked my fingers through my hair lazily and noticed something that I somehow missed. Gosh, I was just noticing all sorts of new things about myself. Around my head, like a circlet, were these feather-like things. Was that what an angel halo actually looked like, feathers that went around the head but didn't connect in the front. Kind of flared out in a way. I blinked a few times as I looked closer and moved the long bangs from my face and noticed my ears were pointed. Was I an elven angel or something?

As I inspected myself closer I noticed that my nails were shiny, as though I had a clear polish and French tips on them. Wow, angels were made to look good I guess because I had never looked like this. Then there was the small, golden chain that hung loosely around my neck. A bright orange gem surrounded by embellishments that made it look like a sun. I still had my pendant. I would say I was almost a different person if my facial shapes and body proportions weren't the same.

I shook my head a bit, not knowing how to react to this. I stood up and noticed I was wearing a white sundress that went up to my knees and from the feeling it had an open back. I would've thought it was highly inappropriate for a seven-year-old, but considering I had giant, protruding wings coming out of my back it made sense. Speaking of wings.

I looked back at them, pulling them closer. They were how I always expected angel wings to look like. Fragile, elegant, overly fluffy, and I could make out every single feather. They were thick wings that were each as long as my own body, if not longer. They were also a pure white, like freshly fallen snow.

"Okay well this makes no sense, I really shouldn't be an angel." I murmured to myself as I touched my wings, they were soft and felt like my hands could go right through them. Odd.

I didn't think I was a horrible person and that's why I shouldn't be an angel, it was more or less I hadn't been religious in any sense nor had I ever actually done anything in my life. I was just there.

I just shook my head, as I didn't feel like bothering with it. What has happened has happened. Besides, I had been bed ridden since I was six years old, I guess I kind of deserved to be an adorable angel, even if it wasn't going to last long. Couldn't be too sure, know?

Still, I couldn't help but feel walking around with giant wings on my back and a winged halo would draw attention if others didn't look like this. I flexed my back, as I had before, and felt them disappear, as well as letting my head by a bit lighter. I blinked a few times. Was it that easy?

I looked back in the water. My halo thing was gone, ears were normal and human, and my wings were gone. The ethereal glow I had earlier was also gone, making me look more like a normal human being. Thank god.

With that, I decided it was time to set out for civilization, or something akin to it.

Okay, guys, so this was originally written when I was still in my freshman year in high school (I'm now graduated and attending beauty school). This story was one I had really enjoyed writing but never made it too far (eight chapters to be exact). Now I'm rewriting it and going to make it more comedy based since I enjoy writing odd and funny things.

The character is totally Mary Sue-ish though, just a warning. I'm sorry that's how she was originally written (much worse actually I somehow made her better yet she's still horrible) so bear with it.

Also, before I forget, I know nothing about medical diseases I literally googled these things because technically this is a rewrite of a rewrite and...let's just say I gave her a heart problem and it's really weird but, like I said, trying to keep true to the horrible story I wrote for shits and giggles.

Hope you enjoyed, I own:

- Summer

- Winter

- Fall

(The characters not the seasons)