Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I only own my OCs.
The ninja world is frightening no matter what way you put it. However, being born into the village that screams survival of the fittest makes it all the more terrifying.
Who am I? I was born Yukiko, child of Koizumi Tomomi and I have no idea why I was thrown into an anime.
Honestly, while I had been floating around in my mother's womb, I thought I was in a dream. Just minding my own business, curled up in a dark, cozy haven. But after feeling the contractions and hours of my body slowly being squeezed through a too-small opening, I had believed that I was either in hell or a particularly vivid nightmare. I didn't know it then, but turns out, it was a nightmare, a living one. Confusion and terror were screaming like alarms in my mind. So as soon as I was able, I did one thing, wail like my life depended on it.
I continued to voice my displeasure as I attempted to move, do anything, but only managed to squirm before being wrapped in a scratchy blanket, making any other movement impossible. Then I felt my body being passed until I was snuggled up to a warm body. It was at that moment I momentarily stopped my tantrum and decided to open my eyes, only registering a blurry woman who had long brown hair. A very big blurry woman. Then the information started to click together.
Was I a baby?!
At first I was just shocked, 'Is this a dream? How could this happen? Where was my family? Am I going to be stuck in diapers?!' These questions buzzed through my mind making me even more upset. I continued voicing my displeasure, bawling and wailing at the top of my lungs. Managing to continue for about a minute until the woman started to hum a lullaby.
Quieting down I started to listen, slowly drifting into a peaceful slumber.
Once the shock and confusion of wondering what in heaven's name was going on died down, I decided to roll with it since I literally had no way of getting out. From there my life consisted of nursing, diaper changes (never want to have that again), and sleeping until I was old enough to start doing anything. But it was strange, I still had no idea what was going on at that point or how I had supposedly died (I guessed since that's how I thought reincarnation worked).
The only thing I knew was that it was only my mother and I lived in a small apartment with the bare necessities without the presence of a male/father figure. Plus, it wasn't just me that had changed, or the language, it seemed like something… more, like when you feel like the world's been tilted off its axis. A feeling that grew stronger and stronger as time passed.
Especially when a strange sensation started trickling through my body. It felt like silly string was gradually pulsing its way under my skin, through my veins. First manifesting in my torso, then it started branching throughout the rest of my body. It usually wasn't that bad, but given that I was a baby with a baby's instincts, it lead to me crying near constantly until I got used it. But at times I just curled up in a ball and focused on my breathing to block out the odd sensation.
Even with that life was… okay. However, it wasn't long before my life took a turn that made me want to die again as I realized just how bad my predicament was.
I never saw Kaa-san leave the apartment so I assumed that she did it whenever I was asleep, until one day she left me with some woman who was cooing over me the entire time. It was then that I saw the symbol on her headband clearly.
At 6 months I had a mini heart attack.
I was in Kiri
In the Naruto Universe.
The Universe with the most confusing timeline that was messed up in more ways than one.
In addition to that I was most likely going to be trained in the village that would once boast the moniker of the Bloody Mist. Where Zabuza killed off a large number of academy students just to show that he was ready to become a ninja. A land that bled and suffered under the continual spite of Uchiha Obito.
Bloody Hell.
Why did it have to be me?