Why does it seem that every time I happen to see a large amount of red in one place, it's not caused by a paint spill?
Breathe in, Breathe out.
I blinked, still in a state of shock.
Let me relay to you what is currently laying before my eyes.
When you open a door, you usually expect a room to be behind it, I mean, otherwise putting a door there is completely useless and, well, redundant.
You must be wondering where I'm going with this, right? Well well, let me tell you what.
Right now, my field of vision was graced with the remains of what used to be a room, accompanied by many puddles of blood.
I fell to my knees, feeling bile crawl up my esophagus, but I swallowed it down and stood up. Now was definitely not the time to get sick.
Ignoring the metallic smell that was invading my nostrils, I absorbed the sight surrounding me once again.
Not exactly what I was expecting to see when I came here to play with everyone. Certainly not what I wanted to see.
A shiver crawled up my spine.
No.
I CAN'T DIE AGAIN! I JUST GOT REBORN!
A shrill scream echoed from beyond the room that lay in ruins.
You know when the main character in horror movies is stupid enough to go towards the dangerous noise?
Well, turns out I'm one of them.
My body moved against my own will, my heart and mind in a ferocious battle. My mind was screaming at me to turn around and run as far away as I could, but at the same time, my heart needed to know.
Who did this? How the hell was someone able to demolish a room? What did they want?
And most importantly…
Was any child still alive?
I felt a lump form in my throat.
Three years old or not, I still have the mentality of a seventeen year old-
Seventeen year olds aren't exactly known for their generosity…
Dammit I'm getting off topic. Anyways, if there's anything I can do to save some kids, nothing can stop me.
Except for my body being that of a three year old.
I grit my teeth in frustration.
God dammit! This isn't fair! If only I was older, stronger!
You know what? I was just reincarnated, but at least I had a life before. These kids on the other hand, they didn't. They can't lose theirs when they just got it. If I die, I'll just go wherever I'm supposed to. I mean sure, I died young, but at least I had a decent amount of time to live. I got to do a few things. But amongst these kids who were supposed to be in that room, the oldest one was probably around 6 years old. They don't deserve this, and I'll be damned if I just stand around and let them die.
I felt my decision settle in like a blanket around me, but that blanket was not providing me with any warmth.
I was going to die before I saw any of these kids get hurt.
The soil cushioned my feet, its cool embrace ushering me forward.
My feet are burning with exhaustion, and I don't know how much more I can run.
How much longer till I arrive?
A blood curdling scream erupted from my right, and it was uncomfortably close.
Not too much longer. Come on Kirara, YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT.
My fists clenched, fingernails digging into my palms. My breathing was unbelievably fast, my body unable to respond at the speed I wanted it to.
Suddenly, a weird black thing was thrown in my direction. I tried to catch it, but it was too heavy, instead it just rolled out of my hands and landed at my feet.
I looked in the direction that it came from, and nearly vomited.
So much death. Everywhere. Blood.
I felt a sob rise up my throat and escape in an undignified cry. The amount of dead bodies I was looking at was absurd.
And they all had black hair and blue eyes.
Or at least, the ones that still had eyes, and a head.
This time, I did vomit.
Why are they in a pile?
I could feel myself losing my cool. I mean who wouldn't? I'm literally in the middle of a real life massacre, and those don't happen everyday.
What makes it so much worse however, is that I know every single one of them. I've grown up with these people, they've been nothing but kind to me. And look how I've been able to repay that.
I was too late. I was too weak. I was useless.
Footsteps were coming closer to me, and I immediately glanced up, and saw the one who did it all.
He was wearing a black cloak, and he was drenched in blood. His eyes were completely black, what should have been the whites of his eyes included. Those things are however deemed irrelevant, when I spot the headband on his forehead.
Now, based on my past experiences with shock, I would have probably fainted from what I had just seen. However, my brain was high on adrenaline, so when I freaking saw a NARUTO headband on this guy, I was pissed off.
Because no one, deserves to die at the hands of psychotic cosplayer.
It is simply not a honorable death.
So, against my better judgement, I charged.
The cloaked cosplayer finally took notice of my small frame, and he scoffed.
My eyes narrowed.
Oh HELL NO, buddy. I may be done with my terrible two's, but I can still claw your eyes out.
"Suiton: Suijinheki"
His hands moved in a blur, and then a giant wall of water manifested in front of me, brutally flinging me away from him.
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FU-
"Don't ya think ya went a little overboard there, captain."
"It wouldn't be wise to underestimate anyone of this clan, although rare, their kekkai genkai is fearsome enough that we were sent here to eliminate it. Everyone in their clan possesses it."
My whole body froze.
Deep breath's Kirara, let's put aside the fact that magic just happened, and think about what we know about this world. The Naruto world. If it's only just a dream, great, but we still, want to survive. Okay, clans are shinobi that are all distantly related and usually possess one unifying trait. Ok, I can see that, we all have similar looks. Kekkai Genkai: a special power that those in a clan usually possess.
Wait, is that why kaa-san's eyes sometimes turned orange?
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!"
Hisao?!
Hey Guy's, V here,
Sorry for not posting for so long, I actually broke my finger like a week after finishing the last chapter, so I wasn't able to type, and then I had a small case of writer's block, but now I'm finally back! Anyways, updates will go back to being either weekly or biweekly, and thats about all that I have to say.
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-V