Fight (a Naruto reborn fanfiction)

🌹🥀 II 🥀🌹

It's warm. Why is it warm? Is there warmth in oblivion? But if she were in oblivion, could she even think? No, oblivion is the final destination of every soul, where it melts into nothingness and comes to rest.

Is she in hell then? Where the christians true, with their view on the world? But wasn't hell a place of endless torture? She feels content right now, to be honest. It's like she is sleeping while awake.

Suddenly, she hears noises from far away. At least that's what she assumes, with how silent and muffled they are. It disturbs her in her half-slumber, so she kicks around to try and make it stop. Her limbs feel weird and are hard to control, so maybe she's tied up?

No. But what is it then? She realizes.

'oh my Itachi's sexiness, I'm a demon, aren't I? I heard the life after a human is that of a demon.' Fuck this, why are demons so immobile? Aren't they supposed to be strong and what not?

There is light all of a sudden, and the noises are much clearer now. The noises are voices, she recognizes, but they don't speak a language she understands. That much is clear, demons probably have their own language.

It's cold in the light. She shivers and then begins to cry. She doesn't want to, really, but she can't control this useless demon body of hers. Then, out of nowhere, someone spanks her ass, which, really? She's a new demon, there is no need to sexually assault her.

The voices around her get clearer with every passing moment and she is passed on from one pair of arms to another. There is something in front of her, but she can't make out what it is, only blurs of colour. Well, her body decides to suck on whatever it is and oh god-

There's milk coming out of it. This is a fucking demon tiddie. She wants to fucking die again. Humiliation is weighing heavy on her limbs; not like she could do anything with said limbs at the moment anyways, but whatever.

There's buzzing under her skin, an unfamiliar feeling but it isn't that bad. It feels like those little electro shocks you get after a good massage. Her mouth finally decides to let go of the tit and let her keep at least a bit of her pride. She's sleepy and well, her new body doesn't want to listen to her anyway so she might as well take a nap.

Before she fully falls asleep, she hears the voice that holds her say something which shocks her to the very core.

"Welcome to the family, little Himari Kaguya. I hope you will be a good and strong addition to the clan."

'Kaguya? Wasn't that the one clan from Naruto?

...Fuck my life.'

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Life as a baby is very boring, she has come to realize, at least when you are an adult in a baby's body. There is nothing to do except eat, sleep and cry. Or that would be the case, if it weren't for the fact that she is always trying to speak or crawl when doing none of the things mentioned above.

It is ridiculously hard; trying to will her only three-month-old body to move according to her wishes, but she was never weak-willed, or so she was told. The room she is kept in is bland and empty, nothing ever happens except the occasional clan-member coming in to feed her.

She hasn't seen her father even once and her mother has visited her thrice; those are not good conditions for a child to grow up in. Even she knows that, and her parents weren't the greatest either.

Himari sits up with much difficulty, trying to force her fingers to move separately. It doesn't work, just like all the other times. Maybe she is expecting too much. This is probably the reason why most fanfictions (which she definitely doesn't read) literally 'spawn' their characters in some random ass forest.

She gives up on the fingers and tries crawling instead and for the first time, she succeeds. Its a big moment for her because now that she is at least mobile enough to leave this goddamn room, there is a whole world of stuff she can do. She could try to read, for starters, but it would be weird for a little child to have enough everything to do so.

Patience, brain capacity, experience- all of it is normally needed to register the world around them and learn the easiest of tasks. Himari doesn't need to do that. Her brain is weird, in a 'I can think like an adult but have the extreme memorisation skills of a baby' way.

Just as she is about to crawl back to her futon, the door opens to reveal a servant- they are not from the clan and are treated accordingly -at least for her clans' standards, it seems-. When they see her crawling around, they gasp and hurry out of the room. They are calling a member of the family, most likely.

There are hushed voices coming from the corridor, rapidly approaching. Her mother storms in, black hair fluttering in the air stirred up by the fast opening of the door. She doesn't look like a Kaguya at all, more like the exact opposite. Mother takes a look at her, still in crawling position, and her face positively lights up.

"Oh my, I knew you wouldn't disappoint! The unification of two great clans can only bring fortune to the family! I might even take you to my husband, my precious little prodigy!"

Himari is confused for a second, but it makes sense. According to the manga, Kaguya value strength over anything else, even going as far as to decimate their numbers through death-matches and harsh tests. There is no mercy on the Kaguya islands and she is right in the middle of it all.

"ba" she makes grabby hands at her mother. Everything is better than this pristine-white prison. Her vocal cords are to weak too let her speak yet, but she is working on it. Her mother takes a look at her and motions the servant to take her in their arms.

It makes Himari sad, to see a woman so cold to her baby. She isn't wanted unless she performs well in any world, it seems.

Her mother touches the tattoo on her hand and a clan-member shows up seconds later.

"You called, Kaguya-sama?" is all he says and her mother beams with pride. She must like this clan a lot.

"Yes. Inform my husband that I would like to have an audience with him. I have to show him something that will surely brighten his day." The male nods and exits the room.

"It is time you get to know your father, Himari."

She doesn't know if she likes the thought.

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Writers block sucks ass, man. I'm writing three different fanfics at the same time and let me tell you the amount of times I write Sakura instead of Himari is incredible. If I write at all, because inspiration decided to leave for holiday last week.

 Please comment any recomendations or something to improve my fanfiction.

Naruto is Kishimoto's little toy, I'm just playing with it.