October 10th, XXXX.
The Kyuubi was rampaging, destroying and wreaking havoc among the village. As a civillain child, there were no ninja parents or siblings to carry you away to safety. As rubble fell, you could only keep crying as the force of the Kyuubi suffocated you.
Your caretaker was on top of you, motionless. A relatively poor girl, she'd been hired by your parents to watch over you. Now, she lay over you, attempting to shield you from the worst of the Kyuubi.
It was obvious that she was dead, given the lack of movement.
Except for the fact that you couldn't breathe with the body on top of you. You trashed as your desperately tried to get air.
But a baby was practically powerless against the heavy weight on top of you.
In the end, soon after you're life had begun again, darkness greeted you as oxygen failed to enter your lungs.