For now my given name is Kiko. My family name doesn't matter. I was reborn august twelfth after shooting myself in the chest at the age of thirteen.
Being a realist, I had not expected this to happen. Not being suicidal, I was glad it did. Being a baby was a pain, but I could deal with it.
I could not deal with slowly realizing that the people around me could do impossible things.
First and foremost, I am a realist.
I could not deal with my second set of parents trying to train me to kill.
Second most, I am a pacifist.
I'd rather kill myself than someone else and I did. So no, nothing my new parents said or did could make me even think about becoming a ninja. Not threats nor beatings nor abuse. If they attacked me, I didn't fight back. I'd died by a self inflicted bullet wound to the chest. It's not a pleasant way to go. I could deal with a few cuts and bruises. I was also still in denial and had a teenage mind in a toddler's body and took it out on my new family. The dislike was mutual. We were all rather pleased when they eventually gave up on me and sent me to the orphanage. I've been a loner ever since. I went to school because I had to. I didn't make any friends. I told anyone who asked that I was too old for them. I wouldn't elaborate. The family that put me up for adoption was eventually killed off. I wasn't surprised. I got myself one of the most civilian jobs I could manage in a ninja village. I was a seamstress at Women's Touch Mending and Cleaning. I spent my time patching up rips, cleaning out bloodstains and reading chakra theory. It may not have been what I was used to, but I am first and foremost a realist, and I take pride in being well acquainted with the reality I reside in, (once the initial few years of denial wore off.) So I lived my peaceful, dreary, boring life. That is, until one day the blond boy who everyone hates came into my shop.
"Psst! Hey, lady! D'you fix jackets?" The kid asked.
I looked up from the scroll I'd been reading and blinked at the kid with the familiar face. "Who are you?"
He looked taken aback by my blunt question for less than a second before responding, "I'm Naruto Uzumaki, Believe it!"
"Naruto Uzumaki…" I mumbled to myself. "Where have I heard that name?"
The boy in question huffed. "Look ya old hag, are you gonna help me or what? No one else will fix my jacket and this is the last place I stopped because the name is so girly."
I rolled my eyes and stuck out a hand. "Give it over brat, and try minding your manners next time you ask for something." He chucked a bright orange ensemble over the counter at me and it finally occurred to me. "Oh," I said, looking at the orange fabric. "You're Naruto."
"That's what I said!" He shouted and I put a hand in his face.
"Shut up." I frowned and looked at him closely. I sighed. "Great. I'm living in that anime my cousin watched. I never saw what the big deal was." I took a good long look at my life. "I still don't."