Chapter 1 The begining

My little rewritten version of chapter 1.

Warning:

Due to a few things, me getting a beta and that beta correcting some things (which I did need) and me reading my chapters over with some tips to add more touch, smell, sight and feeling. I fell to add some things that weren't there before, including some new scenes. So if you have already read from this far (chapter four) I highly suggest to read it over again. It will be posted as whole. Or you can ignore my advice and read the chapter below, and getting hopefully lost if I mention something from a chapter before that I have edited. Your choice!

Anyway hopefully you keep enjoying this story as much as I love to write it, as hard as it is at times.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or it's characters!

Beta: Hotaru-Waffles

For those who get confused with in which pov you are reading, I edit it so now you know. If there isn't a (insist name pov) above a scene then the scene is in my main character's eyes.

Something once lost will never return. –Ciel Phantomhive (Black butler/ Kuroshitsuji)

When does a story begin? That is a question I have asked myself many times, and about a year ago, I got my answer. Most of the time the story builds up to some event, what it is does sometimes matter and sometimes not. Sometimes it matters and sometimes it doesn't. My point is, the story begins when it's building up some sort event or what is happing at that exact moment.

There are many explanations to this. mostly because there are many stories, movies, games and many more to be told.

In my case all I did was die. Yes, I died. My life, my memories, all of it, didn't matter in death.

The sister who was loved by many, myself included wasn't with me anymore; didn't matter. My brilliant sister, who I loved with all my heart.

The father who never was home, never there...

The mother who-well she doesn't matter now.

Everything I did is gone. All I was is gone. I, after all, I had died.

I would never see the world again, and there was so much that I wanted to do...

My plan was to graduate from school. To live outside my 'home', and find someone to live for. Someone to love…I wanted to have a baby, my own. And now I couldn't have one anymore.

It is all over now.

Most people die in old age, while others much too early. Through maybe a sickness, accident or old age. Everyone knows that. Because if you live, you know that one day you will eventually die. It's a never ending circle. There are many theories of what happens after you die. Some saying that if you did good in life, you'll are go to heaven; while if you did bad, you'll go to hell. But that is just one explanation of what is going to happen after you die.

In my case, I'm somewhere dark. Another sort darkness than the darkness I fell into when I died. That darkness was...dark. In every sense of the word dark. Is was a cold darkness, much too cold for comfort.

This darkness was different; it is warm, at least. I couldn't move much, but that doesn't matter. At least I can feel something. The warmth. I'm warm.

I think I'm in a place where they decide where I must go. Why else would I be here?

I am not special after all, nor do I possess any redeeming qualities.

Most of the time I slept, nonstop dreaming about how my life once was. Or better yet, how it could have been: a child with brown hair, a shade light than mine, with beautiful brown eyes. And an arm around me.

Love, that was love. It's exactly what I wanted.

Sometimes I hear weird noises. Like muffled voices, but it doesn't matter, I'm supposedly dead, why should it matter?

Wait...What is happening?

Lighter shades of darkness started to filter through my line of sight, giving me the idea that the darkness was starting to fall apart. Maybe the gods or something made a decision then? What would it be?

Would I struggle?

'No,' my mind whispers, 'no, that wouldn't do anything.'

I feel like I'm drifting away, like I am in water that is far too strong for me, and I'm out of my comfortable place. It's cold where I am. So very cold. I shiver.
Am I in hell then? I feel like crying or screaming. But I won't; I won't give hell that pleasure. If I am in hell, that is.

Clap. Then I feel a burning pain on my back. Letting a scream fall out of my mouth, confusion sets in when I feel something else. Something wet maybe? It's something wet on my cheeks. What is it?'

Tears. My tears.

I can't even keep my promise to myself for one minute. I angrily think. Why? Why can't I?

I slowly open my eyes and see…absolutely nothing. Well, excluding a few blurs of colors. Black, black, white, red, blue and more black, but that is about it.

Why can't I see? Isn't it enough that I died?

'Nothing is ever simple for me,' my mind states in exasperation.

I breathe in the air, almost choking. The atmosphere was wrong somehow; like something was in it. Something that shouldn't be. But what?

The colors moved too fast to see more of it, but this time they talked. About me, I think.

I hear someone crying, just like how I was. Only without screaming.

Why though?

Something moved to me, and I could feel that I was in something warm now, almost like a blanket of some sort. And I'm placed in...hands? Arms? But I'm far too large for that!

I'm 17! So why am I in the arms/hands of a women? My body tenses. It's strange to be held, but I don't want to be in her arms. Yet she feels…motherly almost? I try to move.

Mothers aren't to be trusted, after all.

I keep choking on the air. And fresh tears fall from my eyes. What is wrong with me? Normally I don't cry this much.

I hear the voices pick up again. Something picks me up, and I look up to see a white blur with black mixed in. I couldn't see more than with the others, but this thing was...safer. It wasn't easy to describe-but how does one really describe what was going on? Especially if they couldn't see much for one?

Whatever it was holds me differently than the other. Almost as if this thing is not sure how to. But I felt safe, protected.
The black thing was so much warmer. So much stiller. It is like the very air of this person screams 'Peace'.

The warm blanked feels soft around me. Suddenly, my eyelids begin to feel heavy, and before I know it, I'm asleep.

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Slowly, I come back to the world with open and bright eyes. I blink, and then blink a second time, still seeing nothing but a bit of colors. Nothing is completely clear, but the difference from before was immense.

Questions swirled around in my head; where am I? What was going on? I know for sure that I'm not in hell. Everything around me was too gentle for hell. The protective 'it' was too...safe. Too safe to be someone I had known

So where am I?

Closing my eyes to focus, I tried to count up the facts: I can't move so much as before. It is almost like.. I'm weaker? And in some way or another I can lie in other peoples arms. But that's impossible; I'm too large for that. Only babies can lie in other peoples arms and...wait.

I can't see clearly.

I can't move properly.

And I can lie in others peoples arms. Like a baby. Am I a baby? No, of course not! I am a seventeen old girl. But… I died didn't I? Can it be that I reincarnated? But...that can't be! Why would I be saved form something like dead while million others die?

'But it is the only explanation,' argues my mind back.

Slowly I begin to panic. Why would I be alive?

Alright, calm down. No use in panicking, right? So you are reincarnated. So what? I'm alive aren't I?

Badum- Badum.

Yes, my heart still beats.

I breathe in the smell of the fresh morning, full with warmth of the day previous. As if it is summer.

But still.. Where am I? What is my name now? Am I still a girl? I stopped. Well, the person I was lying in the arms of was, anyway. This would take some time to get used to…

I try to look in front of me, and which surprisingly I can see. There was a person right in front of us who did a bow and said some foreign words. Unfortunately for me, that person right in front of us started talking with the person I lied in the hands of. And to be clear, it was not the protective 'it'.

Hmm, the one where I lied in the arms of is a female, I figure out by the sound of her voice. Is she my mother then? I pause when the person rumbles a strange language.

Wait...did that person just say 'kawaii'?

That means cute in Japanese. Am I in Japan then?

Another female comes by us. How I know? She squeezes me on the cheek. I frown-well, I think I frown, since I'm baby and all. She laughs at my response.
I don't like her hands one me. Not one bit.

This continues for a while, and I quickly pick words up like 'cute baby', 'congratulations', and others. Discerning what they say isn't that hard if they say things and point my way.

And most of the time I hear, 'Uchiwa? I think that is my family name. Everyone I hear call the people I'm with that, so maybe I'm right?

I begin to feel sleepy again, eyelids getting heavier with each blink. And in seconds, I'm asleep.

Months started to fly by, and slowly I can see better, understand better. I can see 1.6 feet* clearly, and from there it gets blurred. Till then, the only thing I see is are colors. I did figure out what my name is; Uchiwa Satomi. I learned that if everyone around me repeats those words while pointing or staring at me, I can figure what they mean.

And I guess I was correct in guessing that the female is my new mother. She was the one that feeding me when I got hungry. With bitch milk, too. Saying I was embarrassed was putting it lightly.

But from then on I always could say without doubt that she was my mother, yet trust is something I won't give to mothers. I've learned before that my trust won't be returned; the hard way.

But the air she gives is warm if she was near me. Which is a other thing to look into. Apparently the feeling of people is something that I can do now.
My father was a cold, closed off man I concluded. As I stare at him and mother while sitting (lying) on a soft pillow on the ground, I notice his hair is black when I try to look closer to his hair, which still isn't easy to do, his hair has a silver gleam through it. From stress? Too little sleep? Addiction to drugs?

While I try to figure this little thing out, the protected it comes in the room. With the peaceful air around it.

''Konichiwa okaa-san, otou-san'' his/her voice says. It could be a girl, her/his voice is high enough.

Father says some things and I try with all my might to follow his words. I have to learn this language to speak don't I? My ears catch some words that I heard before. Something with today?

Mother begins to talk this time, her voice softer and slower. She sounds worried. I look at the protective it. And make sounds of frustration as the place where the protective it should be, is blurred. I try to move my hand forward- towards the protective it- and touch the ground, which is surprisingly soft. I have to figure out what's wrong with the protective it! Slowly I test if my arms can carry me, with a jolt of surprise I fall from my pillow. Surprisingly, I didn't make a sound while falling. Well, I'm not exactly heavy. With my legs under me, half supporting me, I try to move one hand forward. And my left leg. And my right arm and hand. I can move! I make sounds of happiness.

''Satomi-chan'' the soft voice of my mother makes me look up. And there is my mother's face staring right back at me.

She has seen me! I look left and see father also look at me. And the protective it? My mind questions. I look right of me. There he/she stands. Closer than before, though by his/her doing or my doing, I don't know.

Well, I better continue my mission. And so I move forward crawling on my arms and legs. One arm forward, one leg forward and repeat.

After a while, I fell one time, I feel and see skin and slowly I look up. The gentle smile of the protective it looks back at me. Huffing and puffing, the crawling took more of me than it should. I pull my arms up. He looks surprised. Mother says something that I don't understand.

And then the protective 'it' picks me up. His/her hands are rougher than mother's but I don't mind. And so with a satisfying sound, I fall asleep in his/hers arms.

After that the protective 'it' came to me much more than before. And held me most of the time when I was awake.

The rest of the time is spent sleeping, crying for okaa-san which is the japanse version of mother, eating, sleep again. Very repetitive. But I finely found out what the protective 'it' is. It is a he and my brother. Or onii-san as it is in this language. He and mother I see most of the time. Otou-san I sometimes don't see for a while. Well some things never change, I think while thinking of the live off before.

But Otou-san is with me if we have visitors, which in the beginning, was most of the time; almost every day. The staring and awwing towards me was getting more and more annoying. I once tried to say something towards a particular annoying person, she just kept saying things in a weird manner, that I assume was baby language. But when I tried to say something the only thing that came out of my mouth was weird noises. And I almost choked, that wasn't funny. But at the plus side, the annoying 'it' wasn't near me after it.

But still, it was weird to see a lot of people who visits us have onyx/ black eyes and black hair colour. All this types of black that I didn't even knew it existed! Some did have other hair colour, brown seems to be the next popular one. I have seen some purple too, but that couldn't be right could it? They must have dyed their hair… Or it is my baby vision ,that still isn't good enough.

I still hope that I get to see another hair colour someday though.

Oka-san is happier than normal; she hums a song while replacing my diaper today. It is sad but true. I can't control my body completely, but I do try to cry and scream as little as possible. Especially at night. I know how exhausted it is to be woken up in the middle of the night.

Flashes of thoughts and memories fill my mind. Her screaming like her world depended on it. Her favorite time of the day to want some food varieties from day to day. And those horrible, horrible nights when she just kept screaming and crying.

But then one day, I came home from school-it was a long tiring day-and there she lay. Closed eyes with half of her baby hair in a sloppy ponytail. Sleeping. Sleeping in my bed without a care in the world.

I can still remember every detail, well as much as is humanly possible. Her light blue dress, that she wore more than her other clothes, her sleeping face faced towards the door.

I should be angry. I had thought at the time. But somehow, I couldn't bring me self to be angry.

And so I shifted my little night lamp on. It was my old one, the on with the red lipstick on it that mysterious got there after I stole the lipstick form my mother's make-up case. With the light on I began my homework. Silently. As much as possible anyway.

That was the beginning of my sister and I.

I really shouldn't think of the life of Before. Especially not her. But I can bring myself to forget her. Not her. Never her.

''Satomi...'' oka-san says, startling me out of my past memories.

I look up. She looks at me with love and care.

A mother who looks at me with only disappointed.. No. That life is over. I have a new mother now. 'A mother I still don't know properly' my mind whispers.

Oka-san picks me up, and she starts to talk to me. I try to understand-but like usual-only words that are said over and over again are what I can pick up on
I think there are going to come people again as I grasp the word guests. But why is mother so happy then? She usually isn't when guests come. Then she acts, well-I try to find the right word-protective over me while smiling to people with well used manners. Manners that no debut I someday have to have as well.

But I can feel it. I can feel that her smiles- if she uses any- are different. Her 'aura' acts different. Guarded.

The aura is how I call the stuff in the air. It's practically everywhere; in people, plants, the air. Even in the house its self. The walls, the halls, and in myself. Not all houses have the same amount of chakra. Our house has a fast amount of it though. Maybe it has something to do with how old the building is? Or the people who live in it?

Not all people have the same amount of aura so that makes sense. My family after all has much aura. But my clan does also.. Maybe it is a bit of time and the amount of aura the residents have?

It still is strange to think about, but it's bearable. It feels like...a warm blanket almost, but has the same feeling of blood running through your veins, flowing in every part of the body.

It comes from just below the heart; that is the source. It feels fine, like it is supposed to be there, but it's really strange. The constant feeling of its abnormality causes me to lay awake at night, till I'm so utterly exhausted from lack of sleep, that I end up falling asleep at random intervals.

''Ohayoo Mikoto!'' Someone's loud, bright voice brings me out of my thoughts.

That is my mother's name. But...nobody really calls her that. I narrow my eyes. Only father and onii-san, but onii-san mostly calls her okaa-san.

So where the voice belongs has to be close to her.

Who is it?

The feeling of dread comes to me as the person stays in the same presence for a while longer, and I start to panic when everything about this random person's aura is so hate-filled, angry, and sadistic that it causes me discomfort. Promises of painful-more painful than death-and never ending pinpricks of static invade my sense of being. I feel the ending of this newly beginning life start to dwindle before my eyes. And I'm powerless-helpless-to stop it. More shocks of pain invade my body, and I finally start to sob loudly, not being able to control the urge to and succumbing to the general feeling of anxiety.

Why...does everything hurt so much?

What's going on?

The shock of never ending pain doesn't lessen. If anything it feels like it is increasing, pushing harder into my very soul.

What is this? What is this painful thing?

My body screams for the air I can't seem to breathe in, but even breathing hurts.

More shocks go through my body-the horrid aura is closer now-and this time I wonder if I will survive.

But that question doesn't get answered.

The pain grasps through me. Like a fire-no not fire, to gentle for fire-a burning, bringing death to everything in its path.

And then, the blissful darkness.

But if I would have stayed awake a little longer, I might have noticed that the room was quieter even before the blissful darkness.

Maybe. Yes, maybe.

But then again, I was beyond help even then.

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(Itachi pov)

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Shock. That is the word to describe what I felt when my imouto cried just as Minato and Kushina came to visit our house. And fear. My body moved without my personal command towards my crying imouto.

My eyes quickly took in the sight before me. I was tactically analyzing what was wrong, what hurt, what I needed to do to help. Because her suddenly crying like she was being murdered wasn't pleasant.

It was something that felt gut-wrenching.

My sister was-not wounded, not even a scratch-in mother's arms. A blanket half wrapped around her and half hanging. Little bit of baby hair on her head. But despite all the effort that mother did, her arms swinging back and forth and reassuring sounds, didn't help in the least.

Fear lashes on me like a moth to a flame. Already my mind came up with several idea's, none of them fitting in the situation. While others do but miss a piece.

One thing I do know though. I need to know what's happening to imouto, what or who casted it and how to make it stop hurting her. Imouto should by all rights, shouldn't feel this level of pain.

With that in my mind I walk to my mother. Towards my fragile imouto, that clearly is in more pain than anyone or anything else.

''What the devil is going on?!'' The still strict–albeit a bit higher pitch than normal-voice of father fills the room.

I had properly to much fun writhing the last two scenes down. I just love how much pain Satomi was in. Am I a sadist now? Meh. I don't care.

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Imouto: little sister

Outo-san: father

Oka-san: mother

* 1,6 feet is 50 cm