A/N: Thanks for everyone visiting: old readers and new readers. This is a revised and rewritten version and I hope you like it. I put a lot of effort into this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does.

"…lease don't take her away!"

"She can still be a good a girl, just give her some time!"

"Just give her a second chance to change herself"

"Please… people can change… she can change…"

Those were the last words I heard from them. You may wonder who they are and what are they talking about so I'll tell you my story from the beginning, to where I am now, and the future that awaits me…

My life was relatively normal until I was six, when the hell of my life started. I had a younger brother whom I loved with all my might. We were very close and we were always looking forward to find a toy and play. We were not poor, neither we were rich. We couldn't afford the buying of toys; we needed to concentrate on protection.

The world was nothing more than a trash can by my time; even if people tried to convince themselves it wasn't: going to school, working, hobbies; this made people's days occupied and didn't have to think about anything. People had economic problems, water and fossil fuels were every time more difficult to find, diseases so mortal that would make cancer and HIV look like a simple cold were spread all over the world… it was chaos but people still tried to convince themselves it wasn't.

One day the six-year-old my four-year old bother and me entered my parents room, looking for something to have fun with. I found a gun under my dad's pillow and I thought it was one of the water guns shown in TV. It was heavy so I thought it was charged, full of water, (and it was fully charged) and pointed to my brother…

"Look, I found one of the guns we see in TV! We can play with it," I said excitedly.

"Okay!" He said.

"Stand up by the wall and don't move, I will point to your chest."

"But I want to go first."

"Who found it?"

"You did, sister."

"Yeah, I found it so I go first."

"But then it's my turn."

"Yeah, then it is your turn."

I wish he were the one to shoot first. No, I wish I had never found that gun in the first place.

BANG!

"Aaaghhhh! Sister, it hurtttsss too much! Aaaggh! Why is the water red? Why does it hurt so much?"

I stood there, watching in horror as my brother screamed from the pain until I was everywhere. I rushed to my brother's side and tried to stop the bleeding from his chest.

"No! This was a water gun! It can't be true, this is not happening!"

"Sister, don't turn the lights off, you know I'm scared of the dark," he said while struggling to breath.

Tears started to fall from my eyes without me even noticing; it was one of the most difficult things I had to go through. I wanted my brother to stay with me, we needed help but we were alone, our parents were working and I didn't know what to do to stop it.

"It's not dark, the lights are on and I am here with you," I said with a reassuring tone

"I can't see your face, sister, where are you?"

"I'm right here; I won't leave your side," I said. I put his hands in my face so he would know I was going to be with him until the end.

"Sister…"

"Mmmm?" I said trying to sound normal.

"I still l-love you, it's not *pant* your fault, d-don't… *pant* cry…sis-"

I didn't know I was crying but that didn't matter to me in that moment. He moved his hands from my face and dropped them by his sides.

That moment he stopped talking; he stopped moving… he stopped breathing. I didn't know how much time passed after that. I held my little brother in my arms, crying my eyes out; believing, in that moment, that that would bring him back. 'This is just a nightmare, I will soon wake up and I will laugh at this,' I thought 'and he will be alive by my side, just as always'.

"What happened here?!"

"What happened to your brother?"

I explained everything to my parents. I knew it would be difficult for them, especially my mother. She had an incurable disease and if she is altered by something, she would get worse. They didn't know I knew, they thought I was someone dumb that wouldn't understand anything.

That night, my father screamed for his little boy, the boy with a real future, to come back, to take me instead, the one that didn't had any value and was a shame to the family… if you thought words couldn't hurt, you were wrong. Those were the most painful words I could have heard. From that day on my father wouldn't talk to me and I wouldn't talk to him. It was like we were complete strangers just living in the same house because we had to.

I became self-centered, I didn't talk to people, I went to school because I had to… My mom got worse and worse every day until one day she also collapsed.

Ten year old me entered my parent's room, the one I didn't go since that day and went to my mother's side. She was dying, I could tell by the way she was breathing, forcing herself to say her last words to the child that had no future, no value, she used her last breath on me too

"Please take care of your father, even if you don't talk, you are family and you have to care for each other. Be a good girl and be-be-behave…"

I didn't have the time to answer to her; she died before I could. My dad wasn't present in that moment; he hated being in the same room as me, so he wouldn't know. In a way I was glad he didn't but boy who hurt. Being hated by one of the persons who gave you your life just hurts too much.

I don't know myself why, but I decided life was too cruel on me, I lost two of the three persons I loved the most and the third didn't even want me near.

I was angry and went out of the house; I walked for hours and I realized I was lost. Trying to find my way to the house, some gang members surrounded me, I was obviously ticked off by life for making me this, for me to get lost, for my father that didn't look for me, for them to be in my way.

I did what every normal person would do and fought. My raged helped me and soon they were all on the floor. That day I realized that was my way of letting it all out, by fighting.

Six years later, I was the leader of my gang but I had a lot of enemies. I was not a good person, I got in trouble, messed with the police, and I became a stealer to live because the man who gave me the life didn't care about me anymore. I was physically strong but emotionally… I tried being as far from home as possible. I opened a bar and quit school. No one came to me and told me not to do it, no one cared and that's when I decided I dislike adults as I closed my heart to anything, anyone that might want to come near.

I had made, what I thought were friends, although deep inside of me I knew they were allies who needed to maintain a relation with me the gang leader. They always visited the gang and me yet, they never said anything about my life and that was perfect for me in a way.

One day, the second strongest gang made a surprise attack at our hideout, my friends and weak gang members were there so I stood in front of them, I knew that the only thing they wanted was I. I had caused trouble to them and removed them from their place in town.

"You are really brave to step in front," the man said mockingly.

"I will do anything to protect the only ones left in my life that still care about me." Or at least the ones I think that care.

"Such words of protection and caring coming from the person that killed her own brother and others."

How could he know that? Not even my friends or gang members knew my dark past, how can he know?

"I heard from a little bird you didn't even felt guilty. And then to kill your mother…"

I was shocked. What would my friends think? Will they abandon me too for this? I was starting to fall and they would probably abandon me before that. I couldn't blame them though; everyone that was near me eventually took their distance, avoiding me, saying I was a gangster, someone who liked to murder… I appreciated life more than anyone in this world.

"Well enough chit-chat, your time has come."

I saw him grabbing a gun. We usually fight hand-to-hand but I still had guns, just in cases like this. I took them out.

"No, no, no. you are not allowed to use them."

"Why?"

"The deal is: I have your head and your gang will be left alone."

I thought about it, my friends were good people, they deserved to live, and the members were just escaping a dark past just like me. I have to make them live longer. I was the only one that didn't deserve to live. I had already rotten in this world and my heart was a black hole, i didn't have feelings or emotions, I didn't care about others but I'm not selfish with people who tried to change me.

"I accep-"

That moment, my throat was shot and I felt a stinging pain in my chest. I looked down and saw the blood coming from my chest, I felt the pain, I saw hoe my sight started getting weaker, I heard the screams from my 'friends' and people who 'cared' about me. This must be what my brother felt…

"…lease don't take her away!"

"She can still be a good a girl, just give her some time!"

"Just give her a second chance to change herself"

"Please… people can change… she can change…"

Then everything went black.

The next time I open my eyes (which I thought would never happen again) I saw a woman's face very close to me. I was in her arms and we were down the rain. I looked down and I saw little hands where should be mine and when I tried to talk, a little, high pitch, cute voice came out. 'What's going on?' I thought. Then, if I died, it means I'm being reborn here.

That's when I realized I was granted a second chance.

"You have a fever sweetie, I'll take you home. You are alone right?"

That time I felt special. Someone caring for my well being was really nostalgic for me and on top of that, she was calling me sweetie! I didn't care what got me there or how or why as a child. I was sure of three things: I already like her, I'm probably (and I'm almost sure) an orphan and I wanted a family and a place to call home again…

That day, my heart opened again to make some space for that old woman. I never called her this but she was like a second mother to me.

I nodded to the woman. She had black hair going on white and was thin with a smile that somehow illuminated her surrounding. She had a sweet looking face and a warm smile. She made me remember my mother and how she smiled even in the midst of trouble.

She treated my wound and let me stay there. She asked me my name and I told her I had none so she decided to put me a name. Mikomi was the name she chose. I thought it suited me perfectly, it means hope and that is all I need.

I was five when she found me. I don't know how I had survived up until that age without even realizing.

She taught me how to speak, write, and behave as a woman and more importantly; to defend myself. I had some skill from my previous life and I have some in this one too. I am not fast in movement, yet I'm a fast learner so what she called jutsus were easy for me to learn.

I learned what a shinobi was and how to be one from her. I remember hearing that term somewhere but I brush it off. I learned to throw kunais and shurikens perfectly, concentrate chakra in certain places and learned one out of my two nature chakras: water. It was easy for her to teach me since she was a water user herself, moreover with so much water around. It literally rained everyday.

Now I remember a friend calling some blond boy Naruto and his friend's shinobis or in other words, ninjas. I'm in this world, who knows why, but I was here.

In this world, you use special clothes and shoes to train and I got used very quickly.

When I was twelve, a group of ninjas attacked the small house we lived in. I was out buying supplies and when I got there, I found the house burnt and the woman who I never learned her name was on the floor dead. It surprised me, she was a very skilled shinobi and to be like this it must mean there are very strong bad people out here.

Now I am glad I wasn't there. I wouldn't have been able to control myself if a see another person die in front of me.

I resigned myself from my destiny, every person that gets near me ends up dead. But this time I decided to change things a bit, I was going to do what my mom told me to do, what I had ignored.

I still think this is it, the opportunity for me to make my mom's wishes come true, she deserves it.

I cleaned up the place and made a graveyard; I made a hole, kissed the woman in the forehead and put her in the hole. I prayed for her soul and her graveyard to be preserved. I put some flowers in there, bowed and started walking.

'I'm going to be a good girl' I thought. I will change this world and myself. Bad people will regret being alive. I can be bad with bad people right? Yeah, I think so.

I know what the main characters look like so I will look for them and stay in their village as a common villager until I die. I will not get near anyone; my destiny will not take another person's life. No, not again, not in this life, not in this world, no one will die while I am here. I promise.

That day I started walking; I traveled through villages and kept myself out of danger and out of people's lives as much as possible.

I know I shouldn't have done this but I decided to remain without a name. The name given to me by the old woman remained with her as a memory of my existence. Since I didn't know her name, Mikomi was the name I wrote in her grave.

I got to Sunagakure but heard the Kazekage was out-of-town, in the chunnin exams in Konohagakure.

I made my mind and decided Konoha will be my home, I only knew some characters from here and I don't even know if they are good or bad. I asked for the directions and headed to my decided place.

Just walking from one place to another is difficult; I had taken almost a month to get near Konoha.

I saw the sky going unusually fast from blue to gray. I saw a cascade with two statues ant each side and I saw a cave beside one of the statues. I was really tired so I headed there to rest and continue my journey the next day. I was getting near when I heard an explosion of chakra, someone must be either practicing really hard or fighting to the extreme.

I decided to ignore it; if I get near they might get killed. I will not go near unless they are actually dying. I'm bad luck to others, if I get near, they might die.

Rain dropped and I rushed to the cave I had seen early but I saw a kid around my age panting and badly hurt inside. I stared at him, trying to decide if I can risk his like with me being near or not. He was a thin boy with raven, spiky hair and black, emotionless eyes. He was bleeding badly and almost fainted.

I rushed to his side and helped him. We got into the cave and I treated his injuries. He was unconscious all the time but he was having nightmares and was mumbling something I didn't get. I stayed up all night; I couldn't rest knowing I have to protect someone else and not just me.

I was watching the outside when the boy wakes up, too weak to stand up, he talked. "Why did you help me?"

"I can't just let anyone die just like that."

"I wouldn't die so easily," he said to keep his pride from getting hurt but it was a little late now.

"Yeah sure," I said mockingly, "You would be dead if it weren't for me."

"…What's your name?" he asked after a silence.

"Why would I tell you?"

"Tell me," he demanded.

"You have to thank me and tell me your name first,"

"Hn."

"I can wait all day."

"…"

"You are too weak to move and if I want you can starve to death."

"You just saved me."

"I don't care and you didn't even want my help t begin with," I said and start walking away.

"...Fine, thanks I guess. The name is Uchiha Sasuke. Yours?"

"I don't have one... Why were you fighting and with whom?"

"...Why don't you have a name?"

"I asked first," I say ignoring his question.

"If you answer me, maybe I'll tell you."

"In this world I'm and orphan and I was raised by an old woman but she never gave me a name neither I learned hers," I said. At least half what I said was true.