Unfurling Bud

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and the  only thing I own is my OC/OC's. I also do not own the lovely cover shown  above. Please keep in mind that this will only be repeated once.

Warning: Language.

Imagine  this. You're snuggled inside, mug of tea in hand and flipping through  the worn pages of your favorite book. Your mother suddenly yells out  from across the house, saying something like getting groceries. You  sigh, stare wistfully at the open book, and sluggishly crawl out from  the mound of blankets you so carefully made. Minutes later, you find  yourself opening the front door noisily and grabbing your thick winter  jacket in a hurry to go to the local grocery store. Might as well get it  over with, you think to yourself.

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Ice  crunches loudly beneath your foot, reminding you of your mother's  words: be careful and watch your step. You laugh internally, wondering  what could possibly go wrong. It wasn't like you were especially clumsy  like your little sister, or careless like your air-head of an older  brother. Like you thought before, your mother was worried for nothing.  You were always the most level-headed of the family anyways.

Rounding  the corner to see the little store, you smile to yourself, pondering  what small snack you should get. As you were stupidly lost in thought,  you didn't notice the grown man walking rapidly towards you - eyes glued  to his mobile phone. When he reached you, three things happened in  quick succession.

He -of course- slipped.

Which led him to smack in to you.

Which in turn, made you slip too.

Right into an incoming truck. It was unexpectedly painless.

Sadly,  there was no light tunnel. Neither was there a major memory flashback.  There was just a feeling of 'oh-wow-I'm-dying' and  'I-should-have-listened-to-mother'. After a while, you stop looking for  pretty singing angels who showered you with golden pixie dust... You  blame your little sister.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the story of how I died. Fun, wasn't it?

Now,  now, I'm joking. Don't answer that. On another fabulously cheery note,  that story didn't end there. If it did, then I would have never started  this story, and my name would remain as insignificant as a speck of dust  floating aimlessly in the air - banned from ever having a purpose. Sad enough for  you to continue? Well then, let's begin.(My incessant yammering has  probably bored you to tears already)

From the moment I died, I was  graciously offered another chance to live. If you call 'graciously  offered' forcibly slipping your soul into another body... But anyways,  by the time I awoke, I realized that the Eliza who lived peacefully in a  little town was no more.

I was now Sakura Haruno, living not-so-peacefully in an era where traumatized little kids played with pointy knives and tragic adults killed with bigger, pointier knives.

...can I please go back now?

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A/N:  Hello all. This is my first fanfic, and I hope you enjoy it! Many  thanks to Pleasereadmything, for putting up with my incessant pestering  and stupid ideas! If you have the time, please check out her stories!  She has a load that are simply amazing. I'm sure you would be able to find something of your liking.

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