Disclaimer: I Don't own Naruto. ( and I feel bad for the dude who does cuz dang those working hours are rough buddy)
People always say heartbreak is like a truck hitting you. But as I stand here in the snow I can say for a fact it feels so much worse.
The wood under my bare feet is coarse, the oils protecting it long lorn by the water of the pond.
It all started with some stupid rumor some light teasing.
There was never an evil thought in my heart.
Yet I've been blamed for everything.
I have never been very aggressive in my life towards anything.
My grades just passed, if a friend didn't like me anymore I accepted their goodbyes.
If someone hit me I never hit back, sure I got mad and upset but I could never bring myself to intentionally do harm even if it was justified.
I never thought that would come back to bite me like this.
No fists thrown but in a battle of words I have lost everything, and I snapped and I screamed and I was thrown away for proving that I am nasty on the inside just like they rumored.
So I sat here, In the snow, my own boyfriend kicked me out as he , much to my surprise, had started dating another girl on the side a while back.
Thinking now she was always there, lingering, it was all set up by her likely.
I can't bring myself to care anymore, I am going to die because I didn't fight back.
I stare at the sky, dimly lit from the sun through the heavy snowfall.
I have nothing left, I gave my soul , my heart, my love and my life and was thrown away with nothing.
I take a deep breath and I lean back and I fall off the dock. Into the ice below.
It's the kindest way to die, I think.
I have nothing left to give.
And the world fades unto the breach.
Peace be with you.
Soul who cries
Wake again
In paradise
All with glory
Fear no more
Winters misery
Of a coming war
Glory is your calling.
Peace and understanding.
Forever may you reign.
Not seen by any ; the winds of the storm above converge onto the pond.
The ice covering the top layer of the ponds' water shatters to shards as small as nails.
Yet the young woman beneath the surface does not rise to breach the waters.
—-
'Death is peaceful' I think to myself.
Submerged in warm nothingness, drifting, one to hurt you, no pain to feel.
All I can feel is my heart? Why can I feel that anyways , why can I even think?
A soft beating slowly gets stronger.
Then I feel a energy in the darkness bending around me binding me to flesh and bone forming under its touch.
I hear voices but I don't understand the words, they are soft and soothing and alive?
Am I alive again?
Do I want to be alive again?
I am being reborn, I know this subconsciously, I want to ignore it because life means pain,
Life means conflict.
But is that really a bad thing? Conflict is essential to progress, My entire life I never progressed because I never fought back.
A seething rage hits me, the energy that formed my flesh and bone seems to ignite, yet it is not a painful feeling, it is soothing, it is powerful, it is mine.
I think this is something worth fighting for, I want to exist , I want to progress.
The waters around me stir and shift.
For the first time in what feels like eternity air hits my face.
On reflex I breathe in.
And I scream.
I am picked up and placed in the arms of a giant, does this world have giants?
A soft voice rumbles from the chest of the person- the redhead woman holding me
" Enkai"
What? A mumble of what seems like words later she says it again and looks at me.
"Enkai"
—-
To say the first few months of my new life were exciting would be… well a lie.
Everything is blurry if it's not right in front of my face, and I can't do anything but wiggle and scream.
The only upside is I had nothing to do this entire time but figure out this worlds language, and by the amount of " Nani" I hear every time I couldn't control my bowels , because once again I can't do anything but wiggle and scream, I would assume it is Japanese.
After much trial and error I can say that I can understand most sentences my new mother says.
She is very kind and coddles me, but sometimes she says things that are concerning but I might just be misunderstanding.
She also has some kind of energy in her, before I felt it all around me, but now I can still feel it, just further away, like rushing waves of hot water.
But I don't want to trust her, not after the betrayal of my last mother, I really shouldn't feel so hurt, she only saw me as a tool and when those rumors came around she didn't want to be looked down on and disowned me to prevent rumors about herself.
Breaking out of my own thoughts I flipped onto my belly, my mother left me on the floor and I have taken this as a hint that it's time to start my 'crawling' phase of toddlerhood, I don't deny that I enjoy being able to move around, it's that it ends with me being so sore after a few minutes of attempting to push myself off the itchy blanket my mother left me on. But it's not all that bad. The soothing energy within me washes over my muscles and the soreness is gone within a couple of hours.
That leads me to where I am now.
Slowly army-crawling towards the coffee table a couple feet away from me. I may not have kneecaps but goddamn it, I will do what I have to in order to not be hugging the floor.
Reaching the table I grab the leg and slowly pull myself up, kicking my legs under me once I get enough reach.
Wobbling onto one foot then the other I lean on the leg of the table, my hands are barely able to reach the table's surface when I reach up.
Slowly using the tables support beams for my own support I side step towards the edge of the room to where the door was currently open despite there being what looks like two inches of fluffy snow outside.
From what I remember it was always very cold when I was born. I think the climate here is one that snows year round because I have yet to see a day without it.
I don't hate snow per say. But the experience of dying in the cold in my last life doesn't have pleasant connections in my mind.
But at least I can see the ground, the patio always blocked my view before.
Grunting with effort I turn myself around, one hand on the table beams at all times and I hear my mother gasp and something drop to the floor, looking up I see a shocked expression on her face and a bowl of cut up fruit on the floor.
I guess I shouldn't have gone to the 'walking' phase so fast, eh they will cope.
She quietly cleans up the fruit, putting it back in the bowl and rinsing it off with water, well at least I assume she is, I can't see anything above the counter.
She comes back with the bowl of washed fruit and sets it on the table before picking me up and setting me on her lap while she sits on the couch.
She then proceeds to feed me the fruit, which I assume is the same as the one dropped on the floor.
I don't make a fuss, normally I would cause eww germs.
But by the state of the house we live in and the fact its snowing year round, food may be scarce.
Grabbing a slice of the fruit with my own hands I shove it in my mouth because why not? I've already broken two expectations today.
"My pretty Enkai, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you." leaning against her I feel her own energy is shaking.
She is scared. She has always been from what I understand. I lean closer to make her feel better, it could be brushed off as a toddler snuggling because they are tired, I don't think toddlers are supposed to express empathy at this age.
Being a higher eye level I open my eyes and look around.
Yea still looks the same, just taller. Wooden panels on the walls are still muddy, the counter is still made of wood. I look down at the coffee table to grab more fruit from the bowl there and I see something strange, a black metal knife thing? It looks like a kunai but why would someone in poverty have a weapon, an expensive weapon at that. Well I am guessing it is expensive as it's supposed to be for spy's in my old world or 'ninjas' in olden times .
I only know the name of the thing because I was a fan of anime and was an avid reader of the manga called Naruto. But it's outlandish to think something of that nature would be in a single mothers home.
It is also outlandish to be born into a world where people have energy in their bodys that other people can sense.
Thinking back, my mother always did have tattoos all over her arms. And when I was born her hair was red and now it's brown. How did I not catch that? I blamed it on shitty eyesight.
Oh shit.
I was born into the Naruto world. Not only that I am probably at least half uzumaki that according to what i remember got wiped out in a war.
But I may be wrong, who knows.
Even if I AM half Uzumaki, aren't the Uzumaki supposed to live on a warm humid island? Not this snowy hell called.. What is this place called anyway?
I think I am in the clear for avoiding death via war.
This is too much thinking for my toddler brain, closing my eyes I fight off a forming headache and lean into my new mom.
I fed myself and walked today, that's deserving of a nap right?
First fic I have published, any help on bad grammar or plot holes pointed out would be greatly appreciated.