Courage -a naruto fanfiction-

(AN: I began this story as an angsty 13 year old during the peak of the internet scene era. It's horribly written, a poor attempt at a self insert Mary Sue, and honestly super endearing looking back on it. Even if I cringe. I'm leaving it up for now just for the memories, feel free to enjoy it).

I have no courage. I am a coward, and I'm running. Running from my past, running from my emminent future.

My name is Tenshi Sora, translated it means Sky Angel. I am not a human nor am I a monster. I am powerful, yet I'm weak.

The leaf village was not what I expected, so many smiles. I guess it was because I was unnacustomed to smiles, to love and joy. I returned weary glances with blank stares as I made my way to my new school.

I quietly slid the door to the classroom open.

"Team Seven will be Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Sasu-" I caughed and the teacher finally noticed my precense. " And you are-?" He raised an eyebrow questionably.

"Tenshi Sora. I will be in you class from now on."

"And whose consent do you have?" I walked over to him and wispered in his ear.

He stumbled backwards, tripping over his chair, barely catching himself on his desk. "You may s-sit inbetween Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke. You may also be in T-team 7."

A blond haired boy jumped out of his chair and started waving his hand in the air enthusiastically. I noticed a powerful aura surrounding him, tendrils twisting and extending ourtward. I took a seat between him and a dark haired boy that seemed to be seeping with rage towards someone.

"I'm Naruto Uzumaki, believe it!" The blond screamed in my ear. I nodded politely, then turned my attention back to the front of the class.

Finally the Uchiha spoke up, touching a small lock of my long hair.

"You have blood in your hair." He stated, surprising me that he even noticed. I looked down, the crimson stain contrasted with my snow white hair.

"You're right." I stated, holding the thin lock of hair with one hand and flipped open the pouch that connected to my belt with the other, taking out a kunai and bringing it up to the lock of hair.

"Hey, what are you-" I cut of the soft lock of hair, making sure not to cut too much off.

Sasuke stared at me in shock as I handed him the piece of hair.

"Keep it for good luck. I'm sure you'll need it sooner or later." I handed him the hair and then started carving a picture of an angel in the desk with my kunai.

Feathered wings streaching outwards, hair flowing.

White hair, bloodstained wings..