Pain was a wonderful thing, she thought. Maybe because it made her feel something other than the wind and leaves brushing up against her skin, or the once soft blanket Hashirama gave her, or the feeling of the water bushing and pulling when she swims in the river alone at nights.
"Oh my God!" Hashirama cried, running over to his friend who was sitting on the ground gazing at a bleeding arm, "What happened!?"
Tsukiko lifted her gaze to her friend, something akin to joy in her gaze, was he asking her what happened to her arm, or was he asking as to why she was all muddy? Does he know what it's like to feel this kind of pain?
She hummed, tilting her head, white hair falling over her shoulders to meet gravity's demands.
The white haired girl grunted as her foot slid down a small hill, throwing her off balance and forced her to fall on her side with her arms braced out in front of her. She snarled, shaking her head. It was a mistake, everything she was doing was a mistake. She could have stayed and died, left to her real world and waste away there - where she can at least get lost in the road of a book, slowly dying from the inside out, imagining things that will never be.
By now, everything for her was double-vision, her body's response to lack of food and sleep. She had a pounding headache that reminded her of the few times she had one person pity parties for her misery and managed to get herself hungover. She mentally snarled at herself, at the position she put herself through.
Well, maybe she should... sleep.
Yeah... sleep sounded... good.
The white haired female woke hours later, in fetal position in a ditch. She sighed, then sneezed. Her life seemed to be just rainbows and fucking lollipops. Grimacing at her dirty hands, she lifted herself from the ground and growled at the imprint her body left in the ground. She sneered at her wonderful hiding abilities.
Tsukiko tumbled in and out of forests, snarling at random passers and animals and plants.
She hated them all, she hated her life, she hated the gods, and she hated the universe. In her past life she had planed on dying a swift and boring death, not a heaven, but most likely hell. She wanted her notes she left her 'family' and 'friends' to be read at her funeral, she even went as far to write down everything she saw about them, and the reasons she stayed, and even regrets that she didn't leave them sooner.
Tsukiko wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to die, she wanted kill. Why was her life misery? Why did everything she knew and liked get torn away from her only to be replaced by... by what ever this was? Why was it in such a violent era? Why such a fiction world? Why couldn't she have been born in something nicer? Like one of those romances, but avoiding the shit out of the main characters and romance. But the main question that invaded her like a plague was the one where she questions the fact that she was reincarnated and only remember what should have been basic knowledge about her.
Like how she loved sports, but never seemed to loose any weight. She loved wrestling, because of the fact that she could beat someone up without getting in trouble. She loved basketball for the strategies and organization. She loved baseball and softball for the throwing and hitting and hand-eye coordination. She loved bowling for the competition. Even if she did all of that, she was still a five foot seven inches woman who weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. She had more stomach fat than breast fat, but she didn't care. She had thighs that could kill - in looks and muscle. She had light brown hair that was mistaken for blonde, but often called a dark caramel. She like dark clothing, and boyish styles. She had long hair that she loved to brush, she even loved it when it was brushed by someone else. She had an ocean-like blue eyes, that seemed to be narrow and harsh when she was smiling.
Put that all together, and a negative history and friends who don't even go to her when they need help, someone'll get a depressed angry person. She loved wrestling to forget that nothing will never be the way she wants it to be. She loved basketball for the entertainment of people trying and trying to get something they'll never get. She loved baseball and softball for the thrill of hitting something with a bat. She loved bowling... She loved bowling for the the fact she'll never put in an effort into anything, that she'll never find anything interesting enough for her to really love and be there for the entertainment of fun, not because of her fucked up mind.
Hashirama grunted as Tsukiko sprawled on to of him, "So this is what you called 'Wrestling'?" Tsukiko simply hummed in response, "Wow," Hashirama continued, huffing at her weight, "I never knew you could get so physical!"
Madara grinned at his friends conditions, and off-handily commented about how they looked while on the ground. "You looked like you were screwing around or something."
Tsukiko looked at him with her green eyes, "Do you want to wrestle me, Madara?" Madara scoffed, and Tsukiko slightly smirked, "What? Are you afraid?"
"What? No, I'll wrestle you!"
Hashirama got up on his knees, "Madara, she'll murder you!" He cried at his friend.
"Hn, I am confident in my abilities." Madara smirked.
...Five Minutes Later...
"I have regretted my ignorance to your strength." Madara growled, his body in a half-nelson hold by Tsukiko, "You can let me go now."
Wrestling has started Monday, and I get home around 6:30, so my updating will be delayed a little. I'll mostly update in the weekends, since I'm not really busy other than the wrestling things at the other schools or bowling.
As you could see, because I am a very lazy author, I made Tsukiko's past self somewhat like me. I do have friend issues and severe family problems, I do like those sports and I do play them, her looks are somewhat like mine as well. For her sexuality she is most likely going to be asexual - but she's really a demisexual. For personal reasons, I made somethings different about her looks, so if you knew me you would only see some resemblance.
The half-nelson hold is a term in wrestling and some martial arts, where you loop both arms under the opponents and one goes behind the neck or head while the other takes the remaining wrist. It's pretty simple and fun if you're willing to have red marks on your neck and wrists and be dragged along the ground.