Hi! I haven't updated this story because it's complete, but after a few years, I've decided to rewrite this story and so I wanted people to know that and that is the purpose of this awkward chapter. Here's a peek for those who are curious – I promise, my writing is so much better than it was when I last wrote something for this story. If you want to read the rewrite, it's up on my account here and on ao3 under the same title and username! I'll be updating it chapter by chapter.

edit: I haven't updated the story in two years and I'm so sorry, but after doing some rewrites and planning, I'm back with chapters!

Title: Revival

Summary: In death, Uchiha Izumi fumbled and fell, and in life, she struggled to rise. Thrown into a world at war, grief helped guide her sword, revenge sharpening her blade. Yet, the cruel gods took pity on the fallen soldier, for underneath her thick armor hid a lonely woman in search of a place she could finally call home. [oc-insert, semi au]

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Dying on her birthday was ironic, to say the least.

Growing up, she had been the epitome of the stereotypical American suburban household; a stay-at-home mother, a father who worked a nine-to-five job, an annoying younger sibling, and an overly-friendly golden retriever. She woke up, dragged herself to school, gossiped over pointless matters with her friends, and sat on the long bus ride home. She would say hi to her seventy-year-old neighbor who brought over cookies every other weekend and ignored the rude old man who hated her from across the street, mentally cursing his existence like all the others her age in her neighborhood.

She was just a small-town girl from upstate New York who, after graduating, had tried living in the big city, in New York City. So if one were to look at the way she lived during college, partying almost every other day with her friends whilst pulling all-nighters to catch up on schoolwork, it was bound to end as badly as it did.

And because of said terrible decision making, she would never know if she would walk across that stage to receive her college diploma on time after countless late nights of studying; she would never know the love of another person nor the comfort of a full home, warm with her partner. She would never feel proud of her little brother, graduating from high school and then college to begin his journey into adulthood because...if she had known her life would end the way it did, she would have never taken the first vodka shot that led to countless more, only to then take out her phone hours later to walk across the street in a drunken haze, unaware of the headlights that shined in her direction.

A crash and bang, and that was that.

There were so many things she would do over again had she known that she was going to die the day she turned twenty-two.

But that isn't what this story is about, is it? It's not about the changes a girl made in her life to prevent her death, or the story of what would have been her simple, humane life.

Oh, but don't worry – this story is about her, that much is true. But to know the full truth behind it, you must read on.