SUMMARY: Never did I imagine I would be reborn into the universe of Naruto, nor did I imagine I would possess such a hated bloodline limit, but fate seemed to love toying with me. Morally grey OC self-insert.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto. I have no beta, though my boyfriend proof reads these to try to help me catch typos (◕ᴗ◕✿)
Prologue: Death (And An Unfortunate Rebirth)
Death did not creep up on me. It did not linger around a corner in slow suspense, did not acquaint itself with me in a slow introduction. It did not shake my hand, letting me know it would take me soon. I did not have time to prepare for death's approach – I did not have time to prepare for its sudden snatching. For my stealing.
I was taken from my life panicked, screaming, begging not to go. I desperately attempted to cling to it, but one cannot defy death; one cannot defy the fate that awaits them, the inevitable truth of life. But I was so young, there was hardly any life to take me from, and so I begged. I begged, begged for life in the moment I died.
And somewhere, somehow, it seemed a deity heard my yearning, heard my cries over my prematurely stolen life, and decided to place my soul somewhere new.
(And, maybe, it was a mistake to ask for a new life,
Maybe the Gods thought my life a funny thing to play with.)
So, reborn under the vicious fall of snow: I lived.
And now I pose my question to the gods: of all places, of all lives…why this?