I fell onto the Naruto OC bandwagon, save me-
Gah, so I figured I'd try my hand at an OC fic (said so casually, as if this hadn't been in my head for a coupla days). Anyhow, hope you enjoy! Feel free to drop a review if you're so inclined. ;)
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, all the females would be BAMF and I would not be as broke as I am now. Alas, alas...
It was a wrong place, wrong time sort of thing, with exactly the right amount of ridiculousness that she should expect from her life. After all, who would have ever expected to die in a McDonalds, in the middle of ordering a small chocolate milkshake with fries? She hadn't even gotten to eat those heaven-sent fried potatoes before the masked man barged in, gun pointed and eyes bulging as he demanded all money be put into the backpack he had on him (it was neon green. Neon green. How in the hell-).
She didn't try to be a hero or anything. She didn't leap at the man in an attempt to wrestle away the gun, dying in a valiant effort to save the restaurant. Actually, she died because as she was pulling the five dollar bill and three pennies in her wallet, she decided to (quite calmly, she had thought) inform him that "Dude, there is literally a bank across the street, do ya have the munchies or something?" And then she snickered.
He didn't take it very well, and she had a pistol pointed between her eyes before she knew no more.
Being born was not a pleasant experience, and she didn't recommend trying it. Especially if you could, you know, remember it.
Long (traumatizing) story short, there's a whole lot of squeezing, a whole lot of get this wet stuff off of me what is this please no and a whole lot of confusion. Scream and tear inducing confusion, because everything gets cold and bright real fast and it does not help that you can't see more than three inches in front of you. And even that's blurry. Luckily, since infants generally do wail when born, her panic is accepted as normal if not unusually frantic ("an energetic child, dear, completely healthy"). What she did know, though, is that half of her fear stems from the fact that she very clearly remembered dying. Her name had been...something that started with a B, probably, and she had been fifteen, and her fries were probably cold by now.
Her priorities were very straight, promise.
After she had finally settled down enough to realize that she had been placed in someone's (her mother's) arms, she decides that this was all some horribly detailed (and sick, she needed therapy) dream. She was going to snap back to the real world any moment now, and then she was going to call a freaking doctor about that therapy, and then she was going to walk into the kitchen and eat a nectarine. Yes.
Then the woman holding her whispered "Tomiko, my darling Uchiha Tomiko," and she promptly started wailing again.