Chapter 1: Rebirth

I don't often get second chances. I didn't get one when I forgot to do my homework. My Japanese teacher was a real bitch. To me anyways. I didn't get a second chance when I messed up at my part-time job at a Chinese take-out restaurant. Writing down both the wrong address and phone number for a delivery order causes a lot of chaos. Yeah. Second chances don't come by often. Not to me.

Before I forget, let me get this out there. I'm dead. Or at least, I was dead. Being dead was, in a word, dull. Floating around in darkness is not as glorious as it sounds. Not exactly much to pass the time.

I died relatively young at the age of 18. I didn't even get to graduate from high school yet. The way I died was horribly cliche. I got ran over by a truck. I didn't even save anyone. I crossed the street just as a truck sped through. There's a reason why there are red lights. Yea. That was painful.

If you paid attention, you would have noticed that I said I was dead. Past tense. Put simply, I was born again. Reborn. Reincarnated. Whatever you want to call it. That was a delightful experience.

Not.

Getting squeezed out of a vagina is horrifying. It felt like I was being squeezed out of a tube of toothpaste. Don't try it. Ever. Suddenly being exposed to the elements after all that darkness is very painful. So I cried once I was born. Loudly. What? Pain is, well, painful. Of course I'd scream. Who wouldn't? Needless to say, my new parents were thrilled with this little bundle of joy (more like bundle of screaming bloody murder). Probably.

From what I can tell, they're carrying me home now, so I'm going to assume I'm not unwanted. I don't want to be sent to an adoption center. I can't really say much else. My senses haven't adjusted enough to let me learn much of anything of my surroundings. I can, however, feel the movement associated with walking and the fuzzy blanket I'm wrapped in. Probably some ridiculous color like baby blue or pink.

I'm getting off topic. Not that I had much to say in the first place. I'm tired and nodding off into dream land. Screaming and crying takes a lot of energy.

When I wake up again, I'm hungry, and I let my new parents know via loud crying. I couldn't exactly just tell them. Apparently, speaking words still needs some level of coordination, because I couldn't even move my mouth well enough to babble baby gibberish. Something is placed in front of my mouth, and I instinctively latch on and start sucking. It oozes out some sweet liquid as I suck. To my horror, I realize that I'm being breast fed. I try to pull my head away, but I couldn't muster the strength to even do that. I end up just drinking until my new mom tucks her breast away and pats my back until I burp.

Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. My first day back alive and I feel like I just did something horribly wrong. Slowly, I begin nodding off again. I'm woken up again by soft murmuring. I try and focus my eyes on who it was, but all I got was a fuzzy, blurry image of a woman- presumably my mother. She continues to softly murmur something I could fortunately understand. I didn't think I would hear that language past high school, but here I am. With a mother. Who speaks Japanese. Of all languages. Delightful. I'm probably somewhere in Japan, then. At least those years with the demon known as Tachibana-sensei will be of use.

"Good morning, my little Haku-chan. Did you sleep well?" my mother babbles as she tickles my stomache. So my new name is Haku, huh? I can't tell if I'm a boy or a girl from that. Hopefully, I'm a boy. I don't want to end up having periods. I've seen what they do to you. It's not pretty. I guess I'll just wait and see. My mother continues babbling and the things she's saying make me want to cry out of sheer frustration. I understand you. It's just that my body can't form words yet. That high pitched talk reserved for babies is unnecessary. Stop. It's humiliating. Of course, my silent plea goes unnoticed and my mother continues, oblivious to my inner thoughts. This is going not going to be fun.

Author's Note

Hi, everyone (probably like 2 people)! Rin here! It's a bit short but, this is my first fanfiction! Woohoo! \(^o^)/

Not much has happened yet, but in the future, there will be ACTION! Hopefully. If you haven't guessed yet, this is an OC insert as Haku. For the most part, I plan on keeping his childhood similar to what happens in canon. So yea. Spoiler alert. His mother dies, and he is taken in by Zabuza.

Anyways, I'm still new to writing so this will probably be a bit rough since I don't have a beta reader or editor, so please bear with me. I'm not sure if you will enjoy this or not, but hopefully this won't end up as a disaster that I will give up part of the way through. Also, since I have like level negative two experience in writing, let me know if you have any advice to help me improve. Or you can tell me what I did that you liked (probably not much). So yea. Review. Follow. Do whatever. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

OH YEA! BEFORE I FORGET! I have absolutely no idea what I want the cover to look like. If anyone has a suggestion, let me know via PM or review or something.