I DO NOT own anything of Naruto or any mythology that you see in this story. I wish I did, because that would be awesome, but I don't. Everything belongs to their rightful owners, I only own my original characters including (Akina, Sora, Ryuujin, Tsubasa, etc.).

"Spoken words"

Thoughts

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Chapter 1 - The Start of Something New

So my day started out just like any other, I was in a fight. I know, I sound like such a delinquent. But I promise this is for a good cause! A girl from my Science class, Ristie, was getting beaten again by Miss Popular herself. Although, how a cheerleader learned to throw a proper punch is beyond my normal realm of understanding.

"Let's go, slut! Time to see what happens when you pine after MY boyfriend!"

Yeah, this girl was so dramatic and unimaginative with her vernacular that it just kills me to not say something to her as I step in. I mean, no one should have to get punched in the face just because she looked at a guy for longer than a microsecond. I squared up to the Queen of the High School, Demanding Mandy. She faltered when she saw that someone would defy her usual authority over the female population of the freshman class.

"So I know that normally you would throw around more insults and attempt to knock someone's lights out, but how about we call it a day" I asked with just a hint of sarcasm. "I'm pretty sure that you don't want to ruin that perfect cheerleader brain of yours with anything other than unimaginative dance routines, so I think that's enough."

Now, I know what you might be thinking: "she doesn't know when to stop talking", or "she's about to get punched in the face for talking like that". I am all of 110 pounds of soft muscle whose only real way to cope with things beyond my control is through sarcasm, so talking seemed like the best option to go with for me.

I will admit that I was second guessing myself when I was the one getting beat up by the cheerleader though.

This is my life. High school is normally meant to be an escape for the kids who grow up in the foster-care system. The problem is that I don't fit in with anyone. I'm the "crazy orphan girl who reads Japanese comics" according to everyone at school. Naruto helped me get through the harsh reality that we live in. The fact that I could identify with him since he's an orphan as well is just a perk. At least with Naruto, he found out that his parents sacrificed themselves so that he could live on and become the hope that the world needed to defeat the darkness. My parents just didn't want me, I was found in a blanket by a pile of trash.

Life hasn't really dealt me a kind hand, but it's still my life. I'm just counting down the days until I become 18 and can create a new life for myself. A life that would be as inspiring as Naruto's. A life where I could be myself, be able to take self-defense and martial arts classes if I wanted, become a doctor to help people, and where I could find someone who understands me and my faults but still be my friend. I wanted to meet someone like Naruto.

Little did I know that I would get my wish sooner than I ever imagined.

Back in my miserable life, I was currently walking in the door to my foster home and I hear the usual yelling going on throughout the house. Our foster father, if you could call him a father, has a slight temper. He tends to get angry at little thing you get wrong, especially when he's drunk. When that happens, he also brings out his fists to the party.

Anyone could be his next victim, but he seemed to enjoy messing with our foster mother and me the most. Homes like this explain how I really developed my defense mechanism with sarcasm, but I refused to show how angry I was with swearing. I was once in a nice foster home when I was 8, and at the time, I swore worse than any sailor I had ever known, which is saying something considering the home was in a fishing town. My foster mother was compassionate and kind, but she could also bite your head off with her spitfire attitude if you crossed her. She was the one person I looked up to as an orphan. The one lesson I take to heart from all of her teachings: "don't let anyone make you swear, it shows them that they have won, and it shows that you're not very imaginative with your comebacks". So when I get angry, I refuse to swear, which tends to drive the drunken man crazy.

"Useless bitch, why can't ya do anything right? How'm I suppos'd ter relax with dis pigsty after I bust ma ass at work?"

Ugh! Even his voice is annoying!

I assumed he was going after his wife just like normal, and his slurred words made me believe he was just about ready to pull out his fists. I paled when I heard a different voice respond to him.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry… I'll do b-better n-n-next time…"

The tiny stuttering voice threw me for a ringer in my brain. The voice belonged to a petite 7 year old girl who had only arrived last week to this hell house. I found myself running to the kitchen, and positioning myself in front of the shaking girl. I don't know what came over me, but my body just reacted. I had never felt as enraged as I did in this moment. Maybe it was because she was a child, maybe it was because she was so innocent. Either way, I knew that I wouldn't let this scum hurt her.

"Leave her alone!"

I found myself scared of this behemoth in front of me for the first time since I had moved into this awful house more than a year ago. I don't know if I was more terrified of what he would do since I had defied his authority, or more terrified for the little girl that I may not be able to protect.

"What did ya say? Y'think you can tell me wha t'do? I'll show ya," he slurred as he made his way towards me with a sneer on his face.

The next part is fuzzy for me even now. I remember a lot of pain whether it was from getting punched, getting hit with a beer bottle, or stabbed with the shards of it once it was broken was unknown to me. I do know that I was bleeding profusely. I can't even remember if I was able to defend myself, if I was able to get in a decent shot.

All I could focus on was the shrill scream that came from the ghastly frightened face of the child I had sworn to myself that I was going to protect and the beefy hand that closed around my windpipe. I welcomed the darkness as it ebbed at the edges of my vision.

Take me away from this hell… I just wish I could have met someone like Naruto… was my last though before the darkness was complete.

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Thump-thump… Thump-thump… Thump-thump…

What was that sound?

I couldn't see. I could barely move my limbs from my sides, I felt like I was in a cocoon, trapped without a way to get out of this dark prison. But for a prison, it was very warm and wet feeling. I know that doesn't sound like it should be comfortable, but it was, kind of like how you feel when you have a hot bath after a long day.

I have no concept of time in this place, but I do know that a lot of time has passed since I became aware of my situation. When you have nothing to do but wait, your mind begins to wander. It also means that when there is something to finally break up the monotone of waiting in darkness, you become so entranced with this beautiful distraction.

"…lo…u… I lo-…ch…"

At first I couldn't make out what was happening or what was being said but it sounded like it was filled with many emotions at once. Filled with…love…

"I love you so much."

I could finally hear the warm voice clearly. It was the first time someone had told me they loved me. Even the foster parents who were kind to me never said anything remotely close to that compassionate and protective phrase that I was hearing now. And with that previous thought, it became clear to me that I was not dead. I was in my new mother's womb!

Talk about existential crisis! How was this possible? Why was I given a second chance at life? So many questions, and I had no one to give me answers.

The days dragged on inside of my mother's womb, but the times when she would talk to me were the best moments ever. There was once a day that I heard a deep masculine voice as well as my mother's, who I would assume to be my father. Just this knowledge alone gave me such high hopes for my new life. I could hardly wait to see my new parents, or rather parents who actually wanted me.

My high mood didn't last though when there came a time when I was extremely depressed. I couldn't figure out my reason to be so sad though until I heard a piercing scream followed by sobbing. My mother was crying! What could have happened? It wouldn't be until much later that I realized my father's voice was no longer around.

So much time went by with hardly a sound from my mother. I began to think she didn't care about me anymore.

With that thought though, I felt something strange…

A giant amount of pressure was pulsing down on me, forcing me to go upside down and moving me…

Wait… I'm about to be born…again…

I'll just skip over the gory details, but the fact remains that I am about to be born! I would finally be able to see my mother!

When I was finally out, the light was so bright that it burned my eyes when I tried to open them. Coming from a completely dark environment to a brightly lit one was quite the shock, but it was nothing compared to when my eyes finally adjusted and I saw her.

She was beautiful, even through all of the sweat and tears that was streaming down her angelic face. Her hair was surprisingly ghost-white, but I was willing to overlook it. Her unusual hair was long and graceful as it cascaded down her shoulders to stop midway down her torso. Her eyes were an iridescent silver not unlike a darkened mirror or reflective storm clouds that are waiting to smite you with its lightening.

Her loving smile melted my heart which had been frozen for my whole life, and I grew to love here even more. She rasped a few words that were lost to my stuffed ears, but I could read her cherry lips. "She's so beautiful."

I would have to take your word for it, Mother.

From what I could see, my skin was red, and I could hear a dainty cry which I was sure was coming from my immature vocal cords. I wondered if I looked like my mother…

My answer came in the voice of my sweet mother. "She has her father's eyes… but she will always stand out with her hair…" So I do look like her!

My thoughts were interrupted when a new set of hands took me from my mother's bosom and led me away from her. I wailed; I didn't want to leave her. However, as they took me away, sounds were becoming clearer and began to hear whispers of voices around me.

"She looks just like you, ya'know!"

That phrase… It sounded like "dattebayo" to my ears, but my brain told me it meant "ya'know"… Why was that phrase so familiar? Where had I heard it?

Now that I thought about it, all of the words they were speaking had an undertone of some other language. This was odd considering that my brain was switching it into something that I understood, English.

It wasn't until I got a good look at the new, very pregnant, woman who had said the familiar phrase that I understood how much trouble this new life could be for me. Her crimson locks flowed like blood down her shoulders and back till it ceased at the juncture of her knees. Indigo irises gazed at my infant self in admiration and kindness, showing how much compassion she possessed. Her face morphed into a familiar smile that I had seen on the face of her future son, who I admired very much.

This was Kushina Uzumaki. She was the mother of Naruto Uzumaki, and the carrier of the Nine Tailed Fox spirit. But…

"So, Tsubasa, what is our newest addition to Konoha going to be called?" the familiar woman asked.

My mother, Tsubasa, chuckled and gave the biggest grin I had ever seen as she answered Kushina. "Her name is Akina, Akina Morimoto."

I'm in the Naruto world!

Well, damn…