Title : To Hell With It

Story Summary : Life hated me from the start, and death hated me just as much. (SI-OC)

Main Genre : Drama, Humor

Sub-Genre : Angst, Hurt-Comfort, Friendship, Romance

Rating : 13+

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I am a lost soul.
And I am trying to find my way back.
Back to the free life, we were all promised to live.

I am a lost soul,
but I am chained to live a life of another.

Ch 03 :

"Tell me about yourself"

I blinked, confused.

"It's just that you know everything about me but I don't know anything about you aside from that we're... you know" She replies, uncertain.

"What do you want to know?" I asked while adding twigs to our small campfire.

"Everything" She replies, eyes bright with wonder.

"That's quite broad" I grinned, nevertheless, ready to answer. "Ask me anything you want to know"

"Are we a shinobi?" She asks.

"Yes" I replied.

"What were we specializing in?" She asks next.

"Fuinjutsu" I grinned, proud of myself.

She stops momentarily before asking, slightly bothered. "Not iryu ninjutsu?"

I shrugged. "I do know a few techniques" Putting down my grilled fish, I asked whether she has any more questions.

"I'll think about it" She replied, brows furrowed.

I grinned as I know that she would storm up a lot of questions, "How about we learn some Japanese vocabularies while you think of it?"

"Not again!" She groaned.

"You said we'll go to Konoha"

"I did"

"This isn't Konoha!"

The scenery before us wasn't the busy streets of Konoha or even the iconic stone mountain heads of the previous to present Hokage. It was obvious from the getgo that this isn't Konoha. The buildings of this village also did not resemble the old style Konoha used to be, but rather the present Konoha I've known before I died. The building structures are superb unlike what I initially thought. And although this is my first time in this village, I feel somewhat at ease. Maybe it's because this village is still allied with Konoha in these peaceful days?

"We're not ready to come to Konoha yet" I sigh when my younger counterpart insists on her question.

"What do you mean we're not ready?" She frowns.

"You can barely speak a few sentences of the common language here" I deadpanned. "Besides, if I hadn't taken you from the orphanage, you wouldn't arrive in Konoha until three years later"

"Three years?" She asked, bewildered. "Then I'll be 8 or 9 by then!"

"Yes" I nodded.

"Admissions to the academy is 6, right?" She frowns in confusion.

"Yes" I repeated.

"And the Uchiha Massacre happened when Sasuke was 9, right?"

I didn't respond. By now, she isn't asking me anymore. She's planning on her own.

"You don't need to become a ninja anymore," I said after dinner. "you're no longer bound to the duties in the orphanage"

"I..." She starts. "How will I survive then?"

"I promised that I'll teach you" I responded. "that doesn't mean that I'll put you in the academy if you don't want to"

"I..." She stares at the cup of water in her hands. "I don't want to be a ninja"

"I know" I said, ruffling her hair. "I've been there before"

"How long are we going to stay here?" She asks.

"A few months" I replied as I took her hand and left the food stand. "We just need to establish our identities"

Life in Kusagakure wasn't hard as I initially thought. The first few days in this new Village, I went up to a few food stands and asked if they were hiring and not all of them said "yes". I didn't pass the initial interviews of most, honestly. Because y'know, they're too conscious of outsiders and are afraid that they're helping a potential spy to live in their beloved village.

By the end of my job hunt and was about to give up, I stumbled upon a bar that was incidentally hiring. Blinking, I thought of how my experiences in handling alcoholic beverages had been in the past.

Being apprenticed to the most alcoholic medic-shinobi in all elemental nations, I know my way around liquors. Is it right to think that I'm a professional at this just to boost my self-confidence? Shocks. Seriously, how did my experiences in this field had been? Was it passable at least?

This is nerve-wracking.

Shit. I... I think my experience in this was unique at best?

I'll just have to wing it. I moaned to myself, then I sighed. "This is my last chance anyway"

I braved myself and walked in, hoping to Kami that I get this job or else I'll have to pick a few pockets again.