When I was on this planet we call Earth, I prided myself in reading countless pieces of fanfiction, most of them Naruto-related. My favourite tropes included Time travel and SI inserts, however, I never imagined I'd somehow end up living something so obviously fake in real life.
Finding myself thrown into the Naruto world and becoming an Uchiha, I'm faced with the inevitable "How on earth am I going to survive the massacre?"
Being dropped, quite literally, into Minato's generation has its perks as I get to take my time and weigh my options until it becomes painstakingly simple.
Why don't I just kidnap Sasuke?
Follow me as I train to keep my, and my new family's heads.
Author's Note: Hello everyone, thank you for choosing to read my very first SI fanfiction. Please note that there may be mistakes and I appreciate constructive criticism. However, if you do not like the plot or certain things that occur within the story, please don't rant about it in the reviews and find another story which fits your tastes.
I write for myself and others who enjoy a good story.
Enjoy and God Bless!
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Chapter One: My Arch Nemesis, the Flatbush Subway Staircase
"You know, I never expected to find a three-year-old falling out of the sky but, as a shinobi, weirder things can happen." -Uchiha Masumi.
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Now, most of these "I'm thrown into another world, so I'm gonna fix everything" types of stories all start out with how the main character dies. Kind of depressing, if you ask me… But anyway, I open my adventure with the statement that I didn't die. Not exactly. For all intents and purposes, I tripped.
I was never exactly a clumsy child or person in general. I walk with a purpose wherever I go as that's what my mother taught me. Now, I did bump into the doorknob when I was about 3 but that doesn't exactly count. Neither does the time where I almost cracked my head open running into the counter corner when I was 8. There's a lot you can learn about a person just from the way they carry themselves and since I'm a pretty impatient person, I liked to get places fast. I wouldn't risk my dignity just to arrive somewhere early though. Not being able to use a car when living in the city teaches you how to dodge hordes of people on the subway and open sidewalks.
Especially people from New York.
I moved to New York when I was about 18 years old as I was accepted into Julliard, a huge music school down there. Coming from the small island of Jamaica, this was a really big move but I was prepared for anything. Except for the part where I tripped, but we're getting to that. Not exactly used to the fast-paced movement of everyone and the pushy atmosphere when trying to board crowded trains, I became lost pretty easily. My host family at the time sent their oldest son, Matthew, to show me around when I finally admitted why I was late coming home so much and we hit it off well. After that, I still stumbled, but when I was lost I'd just Call Mat and he'd be there.
Since I was living there for about 7 years, I got used to the routines and mannerisms which allowed me to make it to school and rehearsals in record times. I still couldn't fall asleep and wake up at my stop though. I think I'd have to be born there to get that skill. That particular day when this all started, was the day of the final exam results to be released. After studying to get my Doctorate in Music for so long, I was really excited to know how I did that I let everyone know.
I practically talked Mat's ear off that Saturday morning on the phone before he had to hang up to meet his family and take them to the Synagogue not far from their home. I moved out after my 2nd year of college so I sort of missed staying with them as the meals after they came back home each Saturday were so delicious. After reminiscing a little and talking excitedly about what I hope my results would be I hung up and rushed to get ready.
Looking fairly presentable with a long navy blue trench coat, white button-up, and a knee-length black skirt, I gathered my pre-detangled very long curly hair into a low ponytail. I just about jumped into my favourite shoes and set off to catch the A train from Brooklyn. The funny thing about all of this is that I really should have known whether I liked my high-heeled boots or not, wearing them a few hours after it rained wasn't a good idea. Especially when in a rush to get somewhere.
The sky looked fairly overcast that day and the pigeons weren't as annoying as usual. How funny, to think the last thing I'd spot on the planet I spent the first half of my life on would be a pigeon. I remember it vividly, no matter how grey the world looked at the time. A nice older man who would occasionally play guitar on the sidewalk called out to me in greeting as I neared the staircase which descended into the ground.
"Oi, Myr, what's the rush for?" A gruff, raspy voice called out. The owner of the flower shop the man was sitting by was standing outside talking and watering some plants. She also noticed me and lightly shoved the older man's shoulder.
"You know she ain't gonna respond to that nickname, Paul, she tells us hundreds of times." The lighter yet still deep voice of the shop owner added.
"I've got two times her years of wisdom so I get to call her what I want, isn't that right Myr?" Paul responds and calls out again. Being slightly annoyed that I have to stop in order to answer rather than rush to the school, I slow down my running and turn back.
"Myrna, not Myr, but it's all good, Mr. Paul. Waiting for the results of my exam from the big fancy music school I'm going to, you know Juilliard and them." I say and all but rush towards the now visible descending staircase.
"Oh I heard a thing from James down at the coffee shop, you sure are making a name for yourself-" he turns back to Mary, the flower shop owner "I remember when she just moved here, getting lost with that boy from the Levi family, the one that owns the clock shop…" The voice got quieter as I ran and I didn't get time to really dwell on it much as I came in contact with my new arch-nemesis, the Flatbush subway staircase.
Rainwater can really get those stairs wet and rushing down them really wasn't a bright idea especially in heeled boots. When I tripped, I practically fell in slow motion. Small drops of water kicked up from the black boots I spent half my savings on, and I was met with the grey gloomy sky of this concrete jungle I called home for 7 years. Two pigeons sat on the sign of the street name right by the entrance and stared me right in the face.
'prrrrg prrg prrg' (That girl's stupid)
'prrg prg prrrg' (I know right?)
I remember the colour grey and the bug-eyed pigeon being the last thing I saw before I came to darkness. Or I thought I did. I probably just closed my eyes.
'You know, I never really fall from stairs that often but this seems like a pretty long time to feel like I'm falling. I can't hear anything and it's been a while since I last saw that pigeon.' My first thoughts when I actually realized I hadn't hit the ground echo in my head. After doing a mental recap of the events which lead up to me being encompassed by darkness, I thought I'd hit the ground by now, but it seems I was wrong.
If you've ever ridden an elevator on one of those tall buildings downtown going from the top floor to parking level, you would understand the sinking feeling I feel right now. Only imagine that the elevator cable snapped and you're approaching the ground at an alarming speed.
Wait, I'm approaching the ground at an alarming speed?
I feel light on my closed eyelids and open them to see blue skies and large trees which seem to be getting even bigger.
I'm approaching the ground at an alarming speed.
…
…
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
whatisgoingonwhattheheckithoughtifellonthestairsbutnowimfallingfromtheskywhatonearthitsthepigeonsfaultiknowitstheevilpigeonsfaultwaitimfallingamigonnadieidontwannadieaaaaaaaaaah
Branches scratched my quickly de-aging body, and I steadily but with astonishing speed, descended into the green forest that appeared out of nowhere.
Wait, de-aging?
…
…
..that's something to worry about later. Currently, I'm faLLINGINTOAFORESTTHATDOESN'T EXISTANYWHERENEARTHEFLATBUSHSUBWAYENTRANCEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
While I'm having this crisis and near-death experience,
(whichwillprobablyturnintoarealdeathexperienceandidontwannadie)
I fail to notice the black-haired, fair-skinned, kunoichi who was jolted from what she thought would be a quick return home from a mission by my loud screaming. The woman, in her late thirties, was enjoying the peaceful 11 years after the first great shinobi war and mostly limited herself to small escort missions and information gathering. Since she has a small family to provide for, she made sure not to go on any major missions unless the Hokage specified. This mission was more peaceful than others and she quite enjoyed the older woman she got to escort home to wave. Although, she got her ear talked off about her son who was just born, Tazuka or something.
Old ladies. She thought to herself.
Anyways, she expected to get home fairly quickly and not be interrupted by me, screaming like a banshee. She prided herself in her sensory, but not exactly in her speed, which is probably why I fell so long and was about to meet the gold gates of heaven but never got there as my surroundings abruptly came to a halt.
"You know, I never expected to find a three-year-old falling out of the sky but, as a shinobi, weirder things can happen." Said the nice lady, who was probably an angel who saved me from my demise. I didn't hear much or understand much, as I was really out of it and on the border of passing out but I faintly recognized the language as Japanese or a weird form of it, if the words 'Watashi or 'san' didn't do it for me.
"Who would just abandon you out here? Poor thing. But still, dropping a child from the sky, what insane people there are." She muttered the last part and readjusted her grip on my small (SMALL?!) body. Still not really knowing what was going on, but having a feeling of safety and warmth, I felt extremely weary and tired by everything and made the movement to close my eyes.
Well, I was ABOUT TO close my eyes if not for a FREAKING PIGEON TO SHOW UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND pRRrrRR AT ME.
Faintly, extremely confused, and enraged, my last words became "Freaking Pigeon," Before I probably died, or something.
I really hate pigeons.
And the Flatbush Subway staircase.
"...Fuyuu, I won't let this child just get thrown out!"
"Masumi, she might be a spy, please take that into consideration. We can't save every child we find in the field, nevertheless bring them into the village."
"SHE LOOKS THREE! How on earth would a three year old be a spy? I've been in the field for a very long time, longer than you, Fuyuu. I specialized in infiltration and would know the signs. Shouldn't you know this already?"
"I do know, but I'm only looking out for you and still, the story of 'She fell out of the sky' isn't going to get past the Hokage. I can't exactly pull strings like you can and like I said, the story's just not that sound."
"Then what on earth am I supposed to tell you, Fuyuu? I told you already, I was coming home from Wave and she appeared out of nowhere falling and screaming. Maybe she fell off a tree branch, I don't know. What matters is that she's a child and needs somewhere to stay."
"Masumi I'm sure-" The guard, Masumi's husband, paused and noticed a new arrival at the gates.
"Hokage-sama." Two voices spoke at the same time.
Uchiha Fuyuu had just made chunin and was excited to take on his first mission with the rank. After the challenging exams not too long ago, he'd expected a complicated infiltration mission, or an assasination of a rich businessman to be his first mission as one. The disappointment as soon as the words "Gate guard" came out of the Hokage's mouth painted his face and it took everything in him not to groan.
The first week on the job hadn't been too exciting, if guarding the village gate was exciting at all. Just shinobi which returned from missions or the occasional dumb bandit who thought they could sneak in the half asleep guards. The bandit probably could sneak past Fuyuu and he almost let him until his colleague, who guarded the gates with him, shoved him in the shoulder and called the fairly new Uchiha police force to arrest the poor soul.
It was the second week where things got interesting.
The usually level headed and kind Uchiha Masumi, known in the shinobi world as 'Higanbana' or Spider Lily, really expressed why she has a run on sight order in the other countries' newly established bingo books. That woman was scary when mad but what's worse is that when she's mad, she yells. A lot.
She never did care about status or where you were in the ranking system, if she thought something was right, she'd tell you about it. In this case, she hoped to bring in an orphaned child which apparently fell off a tree branch into the village.
Fuyuu didn't know if she was crazy or compassionate. All he knew is that he loved her anyway.
But due to having the very likely possibility of being locked up in T&I for letting in a spy, he tried his best to be level and calm with his wife. All for the purpose of their children having a father to return home.
His resolve of getting this over with quietly seemed to blow out the window when the Hokage appears, quite frankly, out of nowhere.
"What exactly is the commotion, Fuyuu, Masumi-san? The deep, stern voice commands. Only the former mentioned stiffens. The latter, used to dealing with the gruff but important man, gives him a nod in respect and slightly smiles.
"With all due respect, Hokage-sama, Fuyuu was telling me to leave an abandoned child in the wilderness to die falling off a tree rather than save her." Masumi, not biased at all, explains the situation to the man who could probably kill you with a chopstick.
"And I presume that's the reason you've returned with a toddler, not over the age of three perhaps, from your escort mission?" The immensely intimidating man states.
"Yes, exactly. I don't have it in my heart to leave the poor girl to die, but Fuyuu thinks the toddler could be a spy." Masumi replies, darting her gorgeous dark eyes into his direction which only makes him even more terrified.
"Is that so, Fuyuu?" His red eyes, not to be confused with a Sharigan, locks into place with his. Honestly, at this moment, Fuyuu would have preferred his Wife's genjutsu over the Hokage's staredown. And that's saying a lot as she didn't get the name Higanbana for nothing.
"Uh...well…Hokage-sama… I was just trying to keep our village safe. Even though the war ended 11 years ago, it's still fresh in many minds. People, sadly, will use anyone or anything to cause pain or suffering." The nearly forty man starts off slow but finishes strong in his statement. He hopes his faux wiseness will work out well for him in the end.
"Let me understand this. You believe a three year old child is a spy from a war which ended eleven years ago?"
All resolve that was left somewhere fully disappeared and he responded with a self-deprecating, "Yes."
"Why did I marry you…" a female voice, Masumi, muttered quietly. No one really heard, or at least was supposed to hear, but since they are all shinobi, muttering was just as loud as someone yelling.
Feeling worse by the second, Fuyuu looks to redeem himself in front of the village leader and his wife. He doesn't know exactly how to do it but he tries the 'rethinking my actions' approach.
"I mean, if it's alright with you, Hokage-sama, I'll just let her pass. I see that my thoughts were a bit unreasonable and I don't want a child left out in the cold. Or to die. That would be sad. Very sad. Extremely sad-"
"Shush already."
"...sorry."
Taking in a breath, Tobirama didn't know he was going to be in the middle of a couples quarrel today. To be honest, he just wanted to return to his office, finish up paperwork, and sleep on his soft bed. This random problem, in addition to the negotiations he went through earlier that morning, made him more tired than usual, that week. He's really getting old, he presumes.
"Since I know Masumi-san is quite capable in her skills as a Jonnin and her Sharingan could see through any lies or henge, as the Hokage, I allow you to keep the child. You can let them in, Fuyuu. Also if you think the job of guarding the village gates is a bit much, I can assign you a mission inside T&I." Tobirama, the now Hokage of the Leaf, finds a solution and expresses it.
"That won't be necessary, Hokage-sama." Fuyuu and Masumi bow, watching the village leader's reaction. Knowing the conversation is done though, Tobirama just returns the bow from Masumi with a slight nod and walks away. Breathing out in relief and weariness.
The remaining shinobi, Fuyuu, Masumi, and the other guard closer to the other side of the gate, sigh in relief.
"Uh, Masumi… what exactly are you going to do with the child now?" Fuyuu asks in curiosity and apprehension as he can expect the answer, but just wants to make sure.
"Keep her, ofcourse!" She responds, lightly and carefree. As if the whole conversation earlier never happened.
"We're keeping her?" He asks, just to make sure he's not dreaming that he's getting a new child out of nowhere."
"Yes, obviously we are. What did you want me to do, throw her in the orphanage and call it a day?" Masumi states, what is obvious in her eyes, the natural thing to do.
"But the clan…" Fuyuu replies unsure. Marrying into the Uchiha clan was a hard and long process as the Uchiha don't exactly smile upon outsiders. Knowing from experience, he doesn't exactly want this child to go through the hassle of pleasing clan elders and disapproving stares silently saying, 'You'll never belong here.'
"Don't worry, I'll deal with them, those snooty elders." She says it with conviction and it's enough to convince him. He doesn't know how he deals with her, but even with her rash decisions, it's her kind compassionate heart that gets him every time.
"Whatever you say, Masu-chan" He smiles and calls her by the nickname he's used for her since childhood. She smiles back.
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Woah.
That's the only thing I could really say right now.
Did I understand anything that was spoken? No.
Did I sense that this random woman who first saved me from dying, probably just saved me from being thrown out on the streets with nowhere to go? Yes.
Did I observe that she practically went off on this dude who seems like a TSA guard in front of a man who sounded like the boss of the place? Yes.
Dang, I think I found my new favourite person. Sorry Mat.
I woke up from my lovely nap, trauma induced sleep, or whatever I want to call it, in about the middle of the whole conversation. Due to growing up in Jamaica, not Japan, and only having experience with the Japanese language through anime, I had no idea what was going on. The only words, which were really weird in my opinion, that I recognized were the honourifics, personal pronouns, names, and the word 'Hokage.'
Isn't 'Hokage' what they called the head macho man in Naruto?
Eh, probably heard wrong.
Since this whole experience has me questioning my sanity, I was a bit scared that the TSA dude was gonna separate me from this kind angel who saved me. My worries were for naught as the mere tone of voice this woman had was terrifying all on its own. Having that voice directed at you wasn't a good idea but if it was the sound of the voice defending you? Thank the heavens, because you're gonna make it out alive.
Even though the other man's voice, main macho man, was a bit intimidating, angel lady had it all under control.
I should probably remember their names.
As terrifying as everything which happened to me was, I honestly was soothed by the feeling of warm hands that wrapped around my body and the silent steps the woman who carried me made as she walked through these huge doors. I've never seen any door that big, it could probably be the height of a skyscraper. Did they have stuff like this in Japan? Also, where exactly am I? I should probably be having a panic attack right now but I really couldn't be bothered.
(sowarmandnicepleasedontleavemeidontwanttobeabandonedilikethewarmth)
It was probably just toddler instincts taking over.
…
…
…since when was I a toddler?
Shh, don't think about it now.
"Awh, look Fuyuu, she's awake and looking at me! Aren't those some beautiful brown eyes? She also has insanely spiky hair just like yours. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you cheated with another woman." Angel lady states, very angelically.
"You know I'd never think to do that… but I see a strange resemblance. She sure looks to have your eye shape. What's your name sweetie?'' The TSA man brings his face close to mine and softly smiles. Maybe he isn't so bad after all? But what he said didn't make sense again except for one part. All I heard was 'namae wa' so maybe he wants my name?
"Myrna. Watashi no namae wa Myrna" I said with the best Japanese accent I could muster. I think I probably sounded like the equivalent to the english anime dub for Clannad After Story but hopefully he got the message.
"Me… meru… meruna huh? What a strange name. I'll just call you 'meru' for short." My current means of transportation said after I realized that I probably should have made up a Japanese sounding name instead.
She asked me many questions afterwards but since I didn't understand any of it, I just acted like I couldn't form complicated sentences or understand big 'grownup' words. It's so weird, being a three-year-old, when just a few hours ago I was a full fledged adult who was just about to get her Doctorate in Music.
Actually, I don't even know if I passed or not… that's kind of sad, I guess.
Well, now's not the time for a mental breakdown.
Since I was nicely squished into this woman's arms, I didn't see much of what we were passing so I don't know where I am. Maybe I could try to see what part of Japan I'm in and could get a message to Mat? He did say that when I'm lost, he'll find me so I'll hope for that. It would be funny if I ended up in a whole new dimension though.
Yeah, real funny.
I'm really doubting my sanity right now… probably should just go back to sleep. Why would I be in a different dimension anyways?
Whatever.
"Hello, Masumi-san, Fuyuu. Welcome home." A low voice which sounds farther than Angel lady and TSA man, calls out. I actually understood this sentence, all it really consisted of was good evening, two names (I noticed because of the honourifics), and welcome home. I presume we finally made it to wherever I'll be staying until Mat finds me. Hope my new 'host' family has a phone.
"I'm glad to be back, it was a pretty long escort mission however, I come bearing a new addition to the clan and hope all will go smoothly." The woman readjusts her hold on me to show my face to the person she's addressing.
Honestly, taking in a child who practically fell out of the sky is such a kind feat that I really have so much respect for. She could have just left me there to rot or crack my head open and die but she didn't. Just by the tone of her voice though, I can sense how much this could cost her. I think she lives with a strict family so I should probably be on my best behaviour.
Smiling and giggling softly, I use my newly found 'Toddler's Charm' to draw and capture this person's heart. Now that I'm facing him, I notice how his skin is very pale, like the angel lady who saved me. He has short black hair which sticks up at the back and wears a very high collared shirt. What a weird fashion statement.
His eyes fall onto mine and looks a bit shocked at first but, honestly, who can resist a small child's smile and soft laughter.
He can, apparently. Why does he look so constipated?
"You're going to have to talk to the clan head and the elders about this, Masumi-san. No matter how strong or respected you are, bringing in outsiders is a feat not achieved by many. Although you did achieve that…" He directs his gaze to who I now recognize as TSA man, totally doesn't make a snide remark. Nope, not at all.
"You can see from my marriage papers that I am an Uchiha, and you can't dispute that. I hope my newly found daughter will receive the same respect as her new fellow clansmen have." TSA man, not intimidated at all by this guard, stands his ground and sounds protective in a way. A lot of family drama has been going on I presume, if the way he said that response to the other man wasn't telling enough.
From this sentence I only got the pronouns from it and-
Wait.
"Uchiha? Nani Uchiha?" I say in my not broken Japanese accent. Let's not jump to conclusions now, Myrna, this might all be a misunderstanding. You know this could happen every day, tripping on the staircase, falling out the sky, being adopted by a totally not fictional character who is gonna die sometime soon.
Can I scream now? Whatever was left of my sanity is probably all gone right now.
"That's the name of our family and now they can be your family! Don't let cranky Satoru-san scare you off. He just has a mean stoic front, like most of our clan. Inside he's all mushy and loving. Don't believe me? Ask Hana-chan down the street." Angel lady, who is probably an Uchiha and will die in the near future says. She doesn't sound weirded out or scared at all though. Is this family extremely dedicated to cosplay or something? What's going on?!
"Kazoku?"
"Yes yes, family. Now don't worry, I'll take care of everything. Maybe later we can talk and find out more about you and if you have a family out there somewhere. But for now, these cranky but loving Uchihas will be yours."
Looking around rapidly, I could notice the resemblance these people, excluding TSA man, had to the fictional bloodline. The black hair, pale skin, an Uchiha crest located practically everywhere on the walls. Looking to the forehead was the final straw.
A rectangular piece of metal attached to a dark blue ribbon had a haughtily familiar sign on it.
There was a leaf.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed. Then I saw a red pinwheel thing and promptly passed out, once again.
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As a technically 25 year old adult woman, my mental capacity to handle life changing events should be at its peak. Or at least well enough to not break down crying every five minutes for the first few days, which is what happened, as I'm now a 3 year old. Even after that, I'm surprised no one called a Yamanaka to check my mind or something. I kind of feel bad, these people probably think their 'child' is broken. Even then though, they have been nothing but accommodating and comforting. Angel lady comes in and hugs me sometimes and their actual children introduce themselves to me. They told me stories that I didn't understand but from the expressions they made, I knew they were special to their heart.
After those few days of crying and getting my emotions out healthily, I realized that in order for me to make the next moves or actually survive this whole adventure, I'd have to get my mind straight. I've always been one good for compartmentalising my thoughts and taking care of the majorly stressful ones. It usually takes me just a long time of sitting and going through the worst possible scenarios and finding counters for that. Usually though, I'd have my cello to help but I don't even know if they exist here.
Now, I'm not saying that it didn't take me a really long time to get used to this huge change. I mean spending most of my first days crying in the room these people so kindly gave me probably expresses that enough. It's just, I've read many fanfictions about someone being reborn or transported to a different world and I always thought, 'Ha, if that was me, I wouldn't be sad or scared at all I mean come on! Living in a world with fictional characters? That would be great!' But now, having it happen to me, I just feel out of place and lost. I miss my mother, who was growing older and I promised I'd visit after I got the exam results a week after. I miss my father, who was flying to NY in order to take me home for that visit. I miss my host family and the people I saw every day on the streets, Mr. Paul and Mrs. Mary, along with the others. But mostly, I really miss Mat.
My first friend I made in that frankly overwhelming city. His promise 'I'll find you whenever you're lost' feels so out of reach. You never know you loved someone until you lose them. Never know how much you cared until there's no time left. I wish I could have had a final goodbye, a final confession of everything I felt.
Wish I could have said those three words to all the people I left.
'I love you, Mom, Dad, Mr and Ms. Levi, Mr. Paul and Mrs. Mary, Matthew.'
Another thought I had during this month of depression and rehabilitation was that I'll never know if I passed the final exam or not in order to get my Doctorate in Music. I really hoped to one day hear my compositions played by an orchestra at Carnegie Hall but, it's all in the past (other world?) now. Hopefully the Naruto world (that sounds so weird-) has a cello somewhere so I can play but like I said earlier I don't know if they do. Living without my family who I've grown to love in NY and my family in Jamaica is hard and makes me very sad but, I can heal and learn to love again when ready. Contrasting to that, living without music in general, one of my means of coping with hard times and drastic changes, would just leave me to become even more lost in my thoughts and mind.
Even with all this though, I'm not ruling out the thought that I might just be in a coma and all of this is fake. Or I'm insane and we just didn't recognize the signs before. But for my mental sanity, I'm going to accept this as reality until proven otherwise. Can't have my thoughts any more up into the clouds than necessary.
Mat was a psychology major in college and taught me many things about the mind and how it works. One of the things we'd discuss would be coping mechanisms. Which ones are helpful, not helpful, and when it's time to speak to someone or get additional help. I'd always express to him how I love playing music and if I felt stressed or overwhelmed, I'd try to let my emotions and feelings out through playing. Sometimes he'd be there to listen to me play and would always compliment me or give me a reassuring hand if the melody expressed my sadness.
Near the end of my self-inflicted exile, I realized that although I won't heal fast, it won't make the situation any better if I wallow in my sorrows. There are much bigger problems that I gotta face, whether I like it or not. Especially regarding a familicide that could happen very soon.
What time am I even in?
Now all of this coping and resigning myself to this world doesn't mean I accept all of this completely. If there's a way to get to this world, there should be a way back out and if I find it, I will leave as I'm not supposed to be here. Looking at all these characters, who on a TV screen just looked like drawings, now appear astonishingly real and if the butterfly effect is true, just my mere existence could change something, cause someone to not be born or someone else to die early. I could be ruining-
No, I promised I wouldn't get myself lost in pointless worry.
I must remind myself that all things happen for a reason and it is for a reason that I am here. I will not get caught up in needless worry and frustration.
Now…what do I do with all my future knowledge?
Since concluding that I've ended up in a world similar to the Manga and Anime, Naruto, it's important for me to observe if there are similarities to the show or not. If I'm stuck here for good, I would prefer not to die with my newfound family. After that, I'd like to make sure no one ends up in an Infinite Tsukuyomi and Kaguya gets resurrected or something.
You know, now that I think about it, I never watched the show through to the end. I mean, I only spoiled myself for most of it but then I kind of don't remember most details. I usually would only have time to watch the anime or read the manga when I wasn't practicing Ravel's String Quartet in F Major (my favourite movement is the second one by the way.)
Well, I just need to gather information and plan accordingly. I think that's the first step I can take with my mental state as the huge change has strained me emotionally. It's been a month since I practically locked myself in my newly acquitted room and I've been able to sit down and at least be prepared for small steps forward. What I'm going to do now, is try to gather more information on this world. The similarities to the story, the differences, and everything in between.
I'm not going to let my newfound family die. I won't abandon them, not like last time. Not until they're safe.
Speaking of information gathering though… How about I find out if cellos exist here?