PROLOGUE
The fact that I've been alive twice isn't something many can admit to. well maybe some can, I'm not entirely sure. I'm not even sure this life isn't a dream, something concocted by my mind to deal with almost dying, I might be in a hospital bed right now dreaming this reality up. But, unfortunately, I'm almost sure this isn't the case. Because I felt myself die. I felt the distress, the regret, the pain, and more importantly the realization of exactly what was coming. In a way I hoped this reality was real because it was much, much happier than my past one. In a way, I'm glad I'm finally dead. 16 years of suffering was worth it in my opinion to have a second chance as good as mine. But Reincarnation didn't feel like, I thought it would. I mean, not the actual reincarnating, just, the feeling of living in that other world. You almost lose a part of yourself. I still have my memories, (for the most part) I'm the thing that's different. The decisions I make vary drastically from the decisions past me would make. My mannerisms are different. Reincarnating changes your soul. And when you come to that realization, you start mourning. When you reincarnate you start mourning like you've never mourned before.
When I was born my cries were not that of a startled child experiencing the world for the first time. They were the cries of a girl who had lost everything. Her parents, her friends, her siblings, her life. This despair had clouded my mind till I was nearly 2, but by the time my sadness had cleared was... a rude awakening to say the least. For the reason was because of the attack of the Kyūbi no Yōko, the Nine Tailed Fox.