A/N: I've been seeing these stories where Naruto dies and is reborn in the past as a Senju, an Uchiha, and probably other things. But what if Naruto went back, and came back with White Chakra?
Warning: Timetravel/Reborn/Badass Hatake FemNaruto{Nishiki}. This story will also contain character death, blood, gore, descriptive violence, and some swearing.
I don't own Naruto.
"Our life is made by the death of others."
-Leonardo da Vinci
A scream was ripped from Higasa Hatake.
"Push!" Her midwife grunted, kneeling between the woman's spread, trembling legs as she writhed in agony atop her hospital bed. "Hatake-san, you're almost there, I need you to push one more time!"
"I-I can't!" Higasa stuttered, face flushed with stress, feeling all types of fluid running from between her legs as her child stretched her impossibly wide. "I-I… I'm so t-tired…"
The doctor foreseeing the birth tried in vain to stop the woman's profuse bleeding.
They knew it was a risk to allow the woman to give birth in her delicate condition, as she'd been sick with something incurable for many moons, but the stubborn mother was determined to give her husband their beautiful children. She had declared she would not deny her babies life simply because she was unwell.
Her husband was conflicted, but he hadn't wanted their children to be terminated either, so he allowed his wife her stubborn declaration to lead up to this moment.
The birth of their second child. They were having twins. Sakumo was already waiting outside, holding his sleeping son, Kakashi.
Kakashi's birth had ripped her open, and the following of his twin only made the tearing more severe, causing rapid blood flow from the physically weak woman's body.
She'd be lucky if she survived long enough to glimpse her second child, and she knew it.
"Hatake-san, you mustn't succumb!" The midwife huffed, sweat lining her greying brows. "You must stay awake, do you hear me? Fight! Fight to see your baby!"
Tears spilled from the woman's tired, dark eyes, her face was twisted into a pained grimace, and her heart heavy with the weight of the situation.
She wished she could see her husband and their beautiful little boy. She wanted to see their beautiful little girl. She just... she wanted to see them one last time… but she knew.
She knew after this, it was the end.
Her hair glowed with powerful chakra she shouldn't have, a halo of silver atop her little head. She was absolutely enchanting, with eyes so blue they were like shards of the sky.
'Now where could that color have come from?' Sakumo wondered, staring down at his new baby.
She was pale, like a little ghost, a small beauty mark hovering over the top right corner of her mouth.
The tiny infant's mouth twisted up into a pout, her beautiful and baffling eyes filling with tears. The baby's cheeks swiftly flushed with stress, and she released a loud wail, jolting the man from his musings about her appearance.
The cries chilled him. He could never put words to why the sound of the child wailing put ice in his blood. When his son cried, he hated it because his baby was upset. It was similar here, but something about the sound of his daughter's cry was eerie, as if she was crying from much more than being in a new atmosphere outside of her mother.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that her eyes were wide open, and the bright blue seemed murky as she cried.
'No baby cries with their eyes wide open like this.' Sakumo thought, unease ruffling his senses as he tried to quell the infant's wails in vain. Quickly her cries woke her brother, and he began to cry as well, expression pinched and eyes squeezed shut.
Sakumo began to panic.
It was midnight, and his children's screams echoed throughout the hospital room's walls.
Sakumo looked to his dead wife, cuddling their babies in each of his arms to his chest, close to his heart.
'They are what's left of Higasa.' Sakumo told himself, shushing his crying babies. 'They are hope.'
Hope that Sakumo could go on. To care for his new son and daughter without the caring hand of his wife alongside him.
Born at midnight on September 15, in lands to the far west, was a little girl. Two hours before her was her brother on the very same day.
He had a name, and Higasa had chosen it. She left the honor of naming their second child to him.
His little girl was as white as a ghost, with a halo of silver atop her head that was nearly white in comparison to her brother's metallic tones of silver.
She would soon be named Nishiki Hatake, after her father calmed her into a fitful slumber.
Nishiki.
West Ghost.