Alright. I'ma explain.
I'm in the world of Naruto after I died in my sleep. How in the name of hell did this happen? But that's not the weirdest part… I'm a female version of who I was in my own world. Now I know what you're thinking… if you're wanting to read on, then good for you. As for the people who count me off as a Mary-sue, then I'd have to say that a Mary-sue is someone who is perfect, all powerful, and falls in love with the main-character. The dark conflictions going on inside my head while I'm getting beaten to a pulp everywhere I turn, (thanks to my horrible parents and bullies I got planted with), I come to find I'm not perfect, all powerful or very loving. I've actually developed a sense of insecurity and nearly peed my pants every time I had to run home away from the bullies of the academy. You may find that kind of pathetic for a ninja, but here are my reasons: #1. Girls are vicious, especially when they have a bone to pick with you... #2. I was technically seven at the time my troubles started, so therefore my young mind told me that running was best… and #3. I find that in the Naruto world you have play to your strengths and work on your weaknesses, so when your only strengths are getting A's and B's and running from a fight, you begin to wonder if you can ever win. Oh, and also, here's something just totally off the wall. When you turn from a 17 year old wimp of a boy, who's under built and can only type at 30 words per minute, to a little kid who's extremely skinny, underdeveloped and can't see worth two shits from her eyes, (ever wonder why there are actual ninja with glasses like Karin and Kabuto? That's why...), you begin to wonder why the hell you couldn't bring yourself to fight. Am I right? Contacts would help, but there isn't a prescription strong enough for my eyes.
Now, I knew I was weak… but I never cried. I was angry about it… but I always cheered up after I was done being angry and upset. Also, it's obvious I'm trying to be as natural as I possibly can be with how many pitiful things are going on in my life. Sometimes, I wish I was a Mary-sue.
Anyway, about myself…
I have shoulder-length, chocolate-brown hair, deep brown eyes that no one seems to think is pretty and unique. I also wear a simple, smiley-faced T-shirt with modesty-jean shorts with a black, form-fitting skirt hanging. I look sort-of like a tomboy in my mind. As for my personality, I have a bubbly (yet it had diminished over the years), almost annoying temperament, an airy-fairy way of being, and an almost blonde-type intelligence for Narutoesque and regular, worldly things… (meaning I am off in my own world sometimes). I can't help myself when it comes to arguing with others, but… I'd have to say it's mainly just a way of finding answers. You know, in the sense that people around me just tell me what they are thinking anyway. The bad thing is that we get into full-on, strife-induced rants. In those rants I usually have my ass handed to me either verbally or physically, and people just end up being unpleasant along with me. But I usually don't argue unless I'm being truthfully pushed the wrong way. If it wasn't for my 'been there, done that' attitude then I would argue a lot less. I am a ninja after all. They've seen loads of things a lot worse than a couple of bullies and two abusive parent's.
Now it is time for my real story to start… let us enter.
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"Sweetheart!" said a kind, old voice. It was my grandma, the woman who took me away from my parents at the tender age of 12, a year after I started having my period. I say that because this was when my mom decided I would be old enough to be sold into prostitution. I kept it secret from her for a whole year before anyone found out. As soon as my mom found out, she beat me until I was rushed to the hospital by my neighbor who stopped by to ask for her daughter's clothing back. Then, after all that, social services placed me with my grandma.
"Yes Oba!" I said excitedly I came down in my prettiest outfit, which consisted of citrus-orange top and a cute, white skirt.
"You look great! Why don't you take your bento and head off to the Academy and I'll see you later…" said Oba.
"Alright, Oba-chan…"
My grandma was an elegant aging woman with brown, glazed eyes and graying blood-red hair. Her son, my dad, took more after his father, my grandfather… so when my mom had me, I came out looking more like my mother; it was sort of a family thing with my dad's side, so we were pretty much all unique in my family. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail by one of my scrunchies we share, and her clothing consisted of a yellow, button-down blouse with a pocket-protector and collar with a pair of black jeans. She is tall and skinny.
I said my last goodbye's as I headed out the door to the Academy with my plastic, keep-fresh bento under my arm. I hope the soy sauce keeps from spilling (though it usually does).
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When I walked up to the Academy front doors, I was greeted by Tomoko and her friends. Her two friends, the fraternal Akimichi and Yamanaka twins came up to my back and pushed me forward, closer to Tomoko.
"Hey, look what the cat dragged in."
I frowned… maybe today I'd face my fears. "Hey, we're all ninja now, right…? Um, I don't think you wanna fight me."
"Why?" she said as she pushed me to the dirt; luckily my skirt covered my ass so the dirt wouldn't get up my underwear. I had also held onto my lunchbox tight enough so that the contents didn't end up spilling all over the ground.
"B-b-b-because… we're equal-leveled Shinobi, 'genin'… why should we have to hold onto grudges when we might be on different squads?"
Tomoko thought for a second, then gave a wicked smile. "You know why everyone hates you?"
"W-Why?" I said like I was about to faint.
"Because, they like me. No, it's not just that… why they like me is that some people have talent, while others don't. If you don't even have that, I'm afraid that you're going to be powerless in this world. Naruto-sama was great, along Sakura-sensei… they both had the stuff to become the new sannin. You and Naruto's son are just failures… I'd have to say that even though you're cousins and both related to Naruto, you are the blacksheeps of the Uzumaki." said Tomoko as she kicked my pelvis. It felt like I had nearly peed myself out of nervousness and pain, but I'm pretty sure I held it in. "Just because I didn't destroy you, doesn't mean I won't put you in the hospital next time around. Girls, we're out of here."
She snapped and the other two mean girls along with her strode off through the doors. I stood up with a heave of pain. I figured I'd probably be bruised and hurting all day. I brushed the dirt off my nice, white skirt, and started to clench my fist out in front. I then let out a big sigh and entered the great hall of the Academy.
Even for a girl, in the world of Naruto, you could take so much more. I feel almost powerful… but I'm still me, so I only have a 3rd of the average genin's strength, whereas Naruto only had half of what it takes to be a ninja when he first started out being a genin.
Anyway... the great hall was a big room with a high ceiling, large chandelier and a help desk along with a waiting room cut off by glass. Along the walls there were doors to the different divisions of the academy. Administration and Governmental divisions to the left, and Academic to the right. I saw some of my classmates throw me nervous glances as they whispered into each others ears in the distance. I was used to this by now, you know; they do that because I'm the only one who likes the Jinchuuriki, who's actually related to me by bond. (Honestly I don't like him as well enough as I should; he's shy, not too bright and talentless. But hey, I haven't changed much either, even from the time I first entered the academy; I'm weak too. Oh... and get used to these inserts of me just blabbing away… you'll see plenty of them.)
"Hey, see that girl…"
The girls whispered incessantly and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Hey," I said boyishly as I walked over toward them, "What's up?"
The girls walked away and continued to whisper; they said "She cheated on the test or something… she might actually pass for some strange reason."
My heart skipped a beat. Evidently, it was at that moment that the bell rang. I hurried to the door before Kaiyaku-sensei closed the door on my ass.
I'd actually pass? I mean, how well did I do? I looked at the billboard in front my classroom for my name and test scores. The other names seemed useless to me and was like trying find my name in a large ocean of a bunch of big fat C's and D's that the remedial classes which had defined my very problems produced. When I found it, I traced the dots with my fingers and came to a big, whopping…
92%. By far the highest score I had ever even dreamed for on my last day of school.
Now, all I gotta do… oh! I forgot to tell you. The physical examination was today, and if I don't do well on the exam, I won't ever graduate. Since this individual test counts for 20% of my grade all together, it's going to be murderous if I don't pass. I think my grades are good enough to skip it.
"Hey." I heard a familiar voice say.
I jumped at the sound of his voice, not recognizing it had been Iruka-san, my principal. He was behind me, and I realized this as soon as I turned around. He stared at me with a kind smile. "Hi…" I said awkwardly.
"Hey, come to my office. I have to speak with you; Sakura will just give a big lecture anyway… she makes me so proud."
"O-Okay."
Things are looking up! I think he's going to either congratulate me on my test scores or chew me out for splashing soy-sauce all over Tomoko yesterday. Although the smile he just gave me for thinking the first option via reading my face, it was enough to lead me to utter complete joy… something I hadn't felt since I started living with my grandma.
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I soon entered the office of Iruka-san Umino, Academic Adviser to Uchiha Sasuke-sama and soon smiled wide. I was in complete bliss.
Iruka-san spoke; "You can skip the physical examination. I'll pass you with an 80, so you can move on."
"But why?" I said, realizing something as soon as he said that. "I haven't got more than a B+ throughout the whole year."
"That is true… but your mind and body are both very strong... you seem very well versed in a good number of things."
"Really?" I said airily.
"You never have enough confidence. Your balance is your greatest asset, and your greatest weakness." he said, smiling widely.
"I never thought about like that. So you're saying I have potential?"
He nodded his head up and down; "Excellent... very, very good." said Iruka-san, "Now how do you feel about not taking the test?"
"I think... I'll do well with someone evenly matched. You know... if I took the test."
"But..."
"... Meaning, I want to take the test."
"Oh!" he said, not realizing that he peeped like a bird. With a hint of satisfaction upon his face, he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. "Oh..."
I knew I was purposely playing into his game... but I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of here. Also… I felt like now was my time to prove myself, positive reinforcement or not.
"Well that's a good thing to hear from you. I see the determination in your eyes... something I haven't seen since you first set foot in this school. Wonderful."
"Thanks." I said with a sense of empathy.
"Head off to class."
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That's it! How'd you like like it? R&R!
Okay, bye now!
**My Family Tree in Naruto**
Generation 2:
Grandfather - Uncle of Shikaku and Great Uncle of Shikamaru - Age: Deceased
Great Uncle - Father of Shikaku and Grandfather of Shikamaru - Age: 84
Generation 3:
Kaiya - Grandmother - Age: 56
Shikaku - Cousin - Age: Deceased
Generation 4:
Naruto - Cousin, Father of Neji - Age: Deceased
Hinata - Cousin In-Law, Mother of Neji - Age: 38
Shikamaru - Cousin, Father of Shikashi - Age: 38
Temari - Cousin In-Law, Mother of Shikashi - Age: 40
My Generation (5):
Shikashi - Cousin, Shikamaru's Son - Age: 12
Neji - Cousin, Naruto's Son - Age 12