Flashback
I was fidgeting, and biting my nails. There was leftover pizza, dirty clothes and jumbled.
"My mum is gonna kill me!" I shrieked.
My legs were noodles, and my eyes were bags of bleach. 'Ugh I'm spent..' I thought to myself. I sported on my clothes, and shuffled my way out through the door. The streets were ghost-quiet, with the occasional drips of rain. Wiping my eyes groggily, firmly clasping the trash bag my mum had been nagging me to throw out, and gave a heavy sigh. A faint blur was still present, but it was no of concern to me. My eyes drooped as the soft thudding of the cold, damp floor beneath me began to ring in my ears.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow to those within its sight. My mind was foggy, as I felt a slight vibration coming from my pocket, then another. Hastily grabbing it between my fingertips, my weary eyes scanned the contact. 'Agh.. seems like she's coming home.'
Ignoring the call, I laid my phone back in my jacket pocket as I heard a dreadful silence. Ignoring my anxiety, I sluggishly fumbled with the knot of the trash bag. Today had been so long, they had kept me an hour after school over homework.. like come on.. really?
Unbeknownst to me, a car slithered across the street at an alarming speed. The driver, heavily influenced and reeking of alcohol, failed to notice the young teenager in his path. The former silence was interrupted by a screeching of tires, followed by the sickening sound of bones being audibly shattered by a thud of metal meeting flesh. Time seemed to slow as I was struck to the ground, the bag I had not long ago been holding had been flung a few blocks down. The car came to an abrupt halt, all I could make out through the muffled sounds were quiet screams and a middle-aged geezer slipping himself out the car.
I lay on the pavement. Pain. That's all I could feel. My ears were ringing, and although I had been in immense pain I slowly felt as if I couldn't feel a thing. A contorted heap of what once was a student, taking out his trash before his mother came home, had been replaced with a traumatising sight. I felt the downpour of rain as I bathed in my own blood.
"Why.. wh.. d.. ?" Unintelligible murmurs skidded out my mouth, as tears began drowning my face. I was no good person - but by no means was I a bad one. Memories flooded my vision like a broken and battered ship, burbling as water filled the hulls and sunk it to rest. 'Is this what life flashing before your eyes looks like?' I pondered as the taste of iron on my tongue became unbearable, and I faded into nothingness.
Humble Beginnings
I am Kujiro Fukumoto, my surname meaning blessed origins in Japanese. What Irony. I was a 14 year old boy at my departure, and what stood before me looked like something out of this world.. literally. There had been translucent pitch-black boxes, etched with delicate white writing that said.. 'Customise your character?' Surely I'm dreaming.. right? I instantly pressed accept. This screamed isekai protagonist. If anyone could see me right now, they would see me hitting the worst - but most enthusiastic dance moves known to man.
Although I missed my past life (Only the family and friends I had), this was a new opportunity, a chance to live life to it's fullest once again! Gazing obliviously, my eyes darted and read, "World of Naruto" My mouth was unhinged, eyes bulging out my sockets and a strange laughter echoed the void. Holy crap.. I'm gonna be a shounen main character!
Meanwhile, at God's humble abode
"Fool." A slight chuckle was heard as the being continued. "Should of read the read fine print." The divine being began rolling on the floor in hysterics, grabbing popcorn and tossing them half-heartedly into his mouth.