Plot Summery: They say if you can't win them, join them. I say if you can't help them, get people who can do it for you. Why even get myself involved? Because the shinobi world lack technology. Self-insert/reincarnated OC.
Not Beta'd.
I was a lazy person.
I died because I was lazy. Because I wanted to be my parents' good girl, I died.
My life started going downhill right after my mom died. I wouldn't say that I lived a life of luxury but I believe I was one of those few people who was actually content with their life despite having many financial crisis caused by my dad. I was the 'go with the flow kinda gal'. As long as I had enough money to keep my stomach full with a roof over my head and can pay for wifi and tv streaming services I was happy.
I did not have any overt ambition for status, money, power and men. But that does not mean it has always been the case. I just learned to let go of those things. Figured I was able to be way happier after letting go of these temptations.
But not gonna lie, having an eye candy as an arm candy would've been nice too.
Phew...
After my mom's death I was somewhat between a catatonic and aggressive state. I was an only child. Did not have much property in my name but whatever amount I had, relatives started to come out at me with their viciousness to lick every ounce of it. Whatever they can get their grubby little hands on.
My mom wanted me to get married before she died. She thought a husband would protect me. I thought she was old fashioned. Traditionalist. Thought she was wrong. [ "I don't need protection. I don't even go outside!" I'd say. Then she'd reply with, "You are such a couch potato you wouldn't even be able to run if God forbids someone tries to harm you!" In between her scolding me I'd correct her that it's not couch potato, It's super couch potato!]
She ended up being right. We belong to a religious conservative country where arranged marriages are highly popular. I myself had never been interested in anyone romantically except if you count some celebrity actors. My country did not manufacture good looking men or even faithful men but had an abundance of beautiful women. I myself was very beautiful. At least people said so. I was very afraid of it since I was a four year old child, because I heard bad men would throw acid on beautiful girls.
But I had a spot marring my beauty. It was not noticeable unless you are specifically looking for it. People would pester my mom about it all the time that it would be impossible to find a suitable groom for me. At first I was upset like any other girl that I'd not get my prince charming. But I also felt a bit relieved that my chances of being an acid victim had decreased.
I was a 27 years old 3d environment artist who tried to do all her work from home. Home was a safe place. Nothing bad could happen here with the tight security of my apartment complex.
Due to peer pressure from my mother's side of my family, I agreed to meet with their chosen suitor. I don't want to think about exactly what happened. Just that he tried to harm me the worst way possible a girl or anyone can be harmed. We were at the rooftop where there were many CCTV cameras installed. I took every precaution to be safe. It wasn't enough. If only I'd taken my aikido class seriously and had not been lazy, I probably would've survived.
The only consolation I have is that I died while bringing him down with me. Somehow throwing ourselves both over the roof before he could fully complete what he started.
I actually wanted to try a theory while doing it. If I somehow mid fall try to cushion my fall with his body will I still die? It was a high rise building from which we fell. Considering I'm here now It means that it didn't work. Also I felt excruciating pain for how long I don't know but pretty sure everything in me shattered.
I was a person who never hurt anyone. Even if someone else hurt me I was able to somehow come back together and move past that. I did not ever seek revenge on people. I was not able to nor was I malicious enough to do so. I did cut people off from my life that hurt me or tried to hurt me without any reason.
Then why did this happen to me? Do I not deserve to be happy? In the last moment of my life I just prayed to God that please, in the afterlife, let me reunite with my mother. I know that I may not be a person worthy of living in heaven but I believe I am not that terrible to land myself in hell. Please, let me be with my mom.
That was the last thought I had before finally croaking with my dying breath. I died falling from a high rise building. Probably that's why it did not seem jarring to me that the next thing I feel happening to me is me sliding out of something, like a slider in the park. Weee! There was a childish voice very near me saying something excitedly, "Nagai kami!" I heard her voice. But it sounded like I was underwater while listening to her. There was some globby slimy residue in my body, I can also feel soft hands holding me, trying to clean me. Where am i? Is this the afterlife? Suddenly, I felt excruciating pain in my head. I couldn't help but cry out. Wailing like a baby. Then I realized focusing on my own cry that I was an actual baby. My crying increased, my headache increased too. With my headache increasing I also realized someone was trying to blur my memories. Not blur, they are trying to take it away! I could not let this happen to me! Memory makes a person who they are. Everything you learned, experienced gets lost if you lose it. In my vulnerable state as a baby, I cannot let myself be more at risk to be at harm.
So I fought. Against that invisible entity that was trying to steal my very being, my personality, everything. I cried and fought. Cried and fought. In the meantime the soft hands that were cleaning me, carrying me, put a hand on my head that somehow instantly made my war towards keeping my memories become easier. I don't know clearly what was happening, but I am grateful to that person for doing whatever it was they did. Because of it, I was somehow able to put up a fortress between my assailant and my memories. Keep it under lock and key. But I can feel it. Even with all my fighting, even with the external help, I lost something else that was also important. Whatever. Having memories of my mommy is the only important thing so I can find her. What's that shiny thing?! I Want it! Want it!
I noticed the hands grabbing onto me moving towards that shiny thing. I wanted to grab onto it more when I saw it was like gold. The gold was moving, nearing my face. I see it! The gold is hair with a person. The person smells like mommy! Looks like mommy too when I can see her nearer, so clearer But my mommy wasn't gold, she was a brunette. even if she dyes her hair it would be red not gold. Red is way better! Why can't I focus on one topic at a time? Something is weird. But I know I'd figure it out soon. I am smart, papa said so! Where is papa by the way? Awe! Mommy is cuddling me. I feel sleepy. I am gonna sleep even though I don't wanna!
It's been a while since I've come back to the land of the living. It took me a while to realize that I'm really childish now. Like what's the word..., maturity! I lack maturity now. I digressed a lot mentally, like a baby. Because I did not give my memories, God took my maturity away. Blasphemy!Jokes on Him, the more I dive into my memories the more I become like I was before I died. I am becoming mentally stronger everyday! I can feel it. My hearing is getting better too. But I can still only hear clearly if people here talk while being really close to me. Same With the vision. I also figured out I am not in the same country. My mommy and the other little girl I hear speak in a different language. I don't understand the language but know enough of it to realize it's Japanese for watching some animes without dubbing. And both mommy and my new neechan call me kawaii and Tomi chan a lot. Everyone with the least amount of watching anime would know what 'kawaii' means. Well, I am really glad to know that I am still cute in this new life of mine. I know it may seem shallow but a little cuteness can get you a long way. In my last life I never took any advantage of my good looks. Not that I thought I could with my Todoroki-esque spot on my face. Man I underestimated myself a lot back then at first. By the time I realized I still look good despite that spot marring my face, I noticed that there was neither any good looking guy nor any good natured guy around me to fall in love to spend my life with. I could have done without the good looks part in a man if I had found someone who could at least make me laugh. The Chandler to my Monica. Well that's all in the past now.
Where was I again? Oh yeah, I was thinking that I must be still cute if they keep calling me kawaii so often. I need to cash in on my cuteness. But there are not many people here that I could do that on. There is no papa there too. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. My papa was not a bad father. He loved me a lot. I used to think he tried a lot too. The truth is he didn't try at all, so he's a sore subject for me. All this thinking about him is making me want to cry. I rarely cried in my previous life. But my soft baby body is very susceptible to crying. I try not to cry but "Whaaaaaaa!"
My mom and the neechan come rushing towards me to check on me. They check if I need a diaper change or anything else. When they don't find anything wrong at first they start to freak out. I can feel they are feeling very distressed because of me because I can't control my emotions. The frustration I feel because of my lack of control increases my crying tenfold. "Iryo ninjutsu!"- Neechan shouted while putting a neon green glowing hand on my front. I was so jarred by this that I immediately stopped crying to focus on what they were doing. I am pretty sure I heard her say iryo ninjutsu. Like in Naruto. The Hell with a capital H, did I transmigrate like in those fanfiction? The only thing good about the Naruto verse is only Naruto himself. It's a fact! For a lazy girl like moi who died because she couldn't defend herself from her measly human of a sexual assaulter, how can I even think about surviving in a world where superpowered humans and god leveled aliens are gonna wage war! If some ninja tries to do the same thing with me then I wouldn't stand a chance. Suddenly being cute again doesn't seem like a good thing anymore. Not to mention, I didn't even watch Boruto! even if I somehow survive by going through the civilian root( cause let's face it I am not a genius like Itachi or Kakashi. I am clever not a prodigy!), I have no idea how I'd survive after the fourth shinobi war arc. I can see only one option in front of me. Becoming a ninja is a given if I want to survive in the shinobi world. Plus I don't think I can survive this time being lazy because I am pretty sure the Naruto world does not have wifi and netflix. Don't wanna die of boredom this time. But that also means I'd have to work harder than anyone before, the thing I hate the most. But first thing first. I haven't seen any hitai ate in here.
I don't Know when or where I am in the Narutoverse!
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