Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does.
AN: Soooo, I'm totally hooked on Naruto SI/OC/etc fanfics at the moment and just had to write one of my own, hehee. I don't have a clue where this story will go at the moment, but I shall try my best to make it exciting and not TOO cliché!
Also, I don't know if there will be any romace in this story but I'm open for suggestions!
Prologue
I often thought about my death, what it would be like and how I would die. Not because I wanted to die. More like because I was slightly afraid of it.
And for a reason too.
That I discovered when my foot slipped in the icy road. I had been running across it so that I could make to the store opposite to my apartment before the closing time.
I knew the drivers in my town were often rude, but usually they slowed down when they saw someone running across the road, but I guess this time, the particular asshole driving the car, thought I was faster than I was. And I guess I, myself, was stupid to trust that asshole to slow down. And I guess either of us thought that I would actually fall.
Well I did, in fact, fall.
Time seemed to freeze for a second and somehow my mind informed me that, yes, a very big looking truck was speeding towards me and, yes, I didn't have time to move away.
Next thing I knew was that the world spun and spun and spun and then it stopped and my head felt very numb when I stared at the ice beside me that was slowly turning red as little rivers of blood flowed into it from beneath me.
Black spots invaded my vision from the corners of my eyes and in a few blinks the whole world around me seemed to fade into nothingness.
When I opened my eyes next time everything was very confusing.
Blurry shapes and colours and loud voices assaulted my senses, as if for the first time ever.
No thoughts processed through my brain, only impressions and everything was so overwhelming that I wailed.
My world was loud.
Bright.
Scary.
Then finally it was safe.
Someone placed me in welcoming warmth. And as I squinted hard I could just make a smiling face. The noises quieted a little and all that was left was a quite cooing from the woman who held me and a gentle rocking that slowly lulled me to sleep before I could make sense of the situation.
Thinking thoughts that made sense was hard, as thought I was not supposed to be able to do so. Therefore I didn't very much think at all. I knew I was alive. But I didn't know how I knew, nor did I care. I simply felt and reacted to the world around me.
Time seemed flow very sluggishly and it took some time to me to become aware. It was probably months after my death that I started to remember. I remember who I was and what had happened. And then I realised that I was, in fact, a baby. A baby with memories of a past life. Witch was very confusing. And odd. And weird. And Unbelievable.
Thus, I didn't quite know how to deal with the whole thing. Truly, I remembered dying in a car crash some time ago, because I wanted some chocolate before the store closed. Then I was reborn and for a while lived in some sort of a baby daze.
So, after realizing these facts I started to pay more attention to my surroundings, determined to learn all I could to make sense of this new situation.
In this second life I had new mother, name, home, new country and new language, I discovered.
My name was Hayase, my mother was a whore, my home was a brothel, my language sounded suspiciously like Japanese.
And Fire country, was the name of my homeland.
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