Blood pours out of her mouth, eyes dull and a grin on her face that would scare even the bravest of characters. She shakily steps forward, towards her petrified killer.
"Die." She gurgles out, pulling the knife from her chest and stumbling towards the thug.
"Wh-why are you smiling? Tho-those eyes! Monster! G-get away! I-I'll kill you!" A gurgling choking sound comes from the girl. The thug's eyes widen in horror, realizing that the bleeding girl is laughing. He slowly backs away, hitting a wall. The girl creeps forward unsteadily, lurching forward at the end. The thug gasps, clutching at the knife stuck in his chest where his heart was.
"You already have." She chokes out, eyes closing as her manic grin turns into something softer. "I just wanted to return the favor, and the freedom, you gave me." The girl collapses, dead. Soon after the thug does as well, sliding down the wall with no last words uttered in the hysterical state he was in.
She doesn't bother trying to think, but her thoughts still drift as they usually do in that blissful half-asleep state that not everyone knows of. Her thoughts usually revolve around one thing: stories. Her last words were what she was planning for her antagonistic character to say as their last. She lived for stories. She died for nothing.
By the time she realizes she didn't escape her thoughts, that she still has thoughts, the nothingness around her changes and she is getting crushed by the darkness. She doesn't panic, she never allowed herself to, in life. After all, badass characters didn't, so she couldn't.
But she can't resist crying out as a bright white light filled her vision. Her thoughts only being one word on repeat in her mind, 'Nonononono!'
She cries as her peace is abruptly taken away and everything starts hurting. It wasn't physical pain, but the type of pain that usually only comes with extreme loneliness or heartbreak. The kind that hurts everywhere, not just the heart.
'Why does it hurt? Aren't I dead? I thought hell was full of psychological and physical pain! Not… this!' She screams out in her thoughts, wiggling around until she becomes exhausted.
Blackness blankets her, comforting her. She always liked shadows and darkness. More than she liked the color of blood. More than she liked stories. Sometimes she even wished to become one with the shadows and darkness that she always liked to be surrounded by.
Three adults look down at the sleeping newborn, one a doctor in a lab coat writing on a clipboard, another a woman in a hospital gown on a bed, and the last a man in a light blue t-shirt and dark blue pants, holding the woman's hand.
"What should we name her?" The woman in the bed whispers, face sickly pale. She's breathing erratically, her bloodshot eyes soft as they look down upon the baby. "I think we should name her Akari. That sounds nice, right? Takahashi Akari. I always wanted a girl." The doctor rushes forward, hands glowing with mint green energy as he checks her vital signs.
"Her chakra, or life energy, is low!" He presses a red button and a nurse rushes in and out to get more doctors. The man holding the woman's hand is given the baby and rushed out of the room to the waiting area. The main doctor focuses, and mint green energy grows around his hands as he presses them to the new mother's stomach.
An hour later, the doctor comes out, a grim look on his face. The new father looks up, hopeful. When the doctor shakes his head, the father breaks down, holding Akari close as tears stream down his face.
"H-how'd she die, Takeru?" He whispers dismally.
"We believe it was because of her life energy, her chakra, was depleted and had a major imbalance that was lethal to help the baby survive. If I may check the baby's chakra, then we can confirm whether this is true immediately, Takahashi-san."
Takahashi hands the baby over, and the doctor, Takeru, places a hand glowing mint green over the baby's head.
This is the first time something like this happened, and Takeru was bemused. Why does the baby have an excess of spiritual energy? Is it a disease? A special case? He had no doubt that it was a special case, which is why he must inform Orochimaru about this. Spying on Konoha is such a hassle, but he does it anyways, to help Orochimaru.
Takeru nods to himself before speaking again, "Yes, it is as we feared. The baby has an abnormal amount of spiritual energy, which was likely taken from the mother, resulting in her death." Takahashi looks at the baby, sleeping soundly and looking innocent. This baby is what killed his wife. The baby shifts in her sleep, a small frown on her face. As if knowing what he was thinking. 'What an evil creature, the reason the love of my life is dead.'
When she opens her eyes next the first thing she realizes is that everything is blurry. The next is that her limbs are shorter than usual, by a lot. How odd. Why are her limbs so short and stubby? Why can't she clear her vision? Where is she? What is she? After clearing her mind of those thoughts, she decides to test out her short limbs.
Struggling to lift an arm, she brings it close to her eyes and sees a baby's hand. 'What? So reincarnation happened, right? Okay then, time to train my body and mind so I don't end up as a weakling again! … I feel like I should be more surprised. Maybe I'm in shock?'
She despised weakness, never seeing a truly weak character in any story. But weakness seemed to follow her around, the only thing she was once good at was grades and remembering unimportant details, like the plots of stories, or the personality of characters, or who her elementary classmates were. Everything else seemed set on embarrassing her. Babies are the weakest beings that she knows of, and she curls up in anger, trying not to scream or attempt murder. When she realizes she wouldn't be able to even try attacking anyone, she sighs shakily, ignoring her fear.
The next few months consist of her moving around to gain muscles and training her hearing, sight, mind, and smell as best she could while an infant. She also learns what name her parent gave her. Akari, meaning light or glimmer. She laughed at that name and quickly decided that once she left the house she wouldn't use that name, ever. She doesn't like names. Especially names put on her, and so she usually would change them constantly in her past life, never sticking to one for longer than a year.
After her fourth month of utter boredom and monotony, Akari's vision cleared and she found something within her while meditating.
Akari's eyes blink open, and she sees that it's dark out. 'No point in yelling out at this time of night, even though I need to pee. I do have a diaper.' She thinks in detached disgust, sitting up easily and crawling around her crib to gain more muscle.
Takahashi, her guardian, as she's taken to calling him, doesn't know she can crawl, since she decided in her first month of her second life that she wouldn't crawl in front of him until she was six months into her new life, and wouldn't walk in front of him until she was a year into her new life.
Her guardian put her in her own room after realizing that Akari doesn't scream like other babies would, but yells 'baa' whenever she needs something, and only does it during the day. Unknown to Akari, this only made his thoughts of her being an evil creature, a monster, stronger.
Still unable to sleep after her -weak- body collapses from physical exhaustion, Akari decides that meditating would do her some good.
Blocking out all sounds outside of her entire body, her concentration moves inward, feeling her blood pump through her veins, the slight breeze from the slightly open window down the hallway from her door, her steady breathing in the dark room, the warmth throughout her body moving like another pulse…
Her calm thoughts freeze as she observes the warmth in her body that she never felt in her previous life.
Akari feels it moving through random lines, that she mentally maps out, in her limbs, swirling weakly as if in loosely formed coils.
Before she could do much else with the warmth, her conscious slowly fades away to unconsciousness, and she falls asleep.
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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. Tell me if you like it. I'd love story ideas, too. Because this is all basically done on a whim of mine. I don't own Naruto. If I did, Kakashi and Obito would be a thing.