Butterfly Child

Chapter 1: Rebirth

5-20-20 So like, I just remembered I had a wattpad account and I decided I might as well get this fucking over, and JUST...post my fics here, dammit. It's gonna be an investment, and I am NOT looking forward to it, but if you're patient, then I'll get this done EVENTUALY. 

You likely heard of me from Fanfiction.net and AO3, and if not...then you will, after all of this. Yeah...also, do take care to ignore some of the dates on the notes and stuff, I'm just mostly copying and pasting my stuff from AO3 and whatever, so....YEAH.

Is it too late for me to jump in on the SI OC bandwagon for Naruto? Yeah, inspiration came from Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen (READ IT), and many other SI OC Naruto fics. I know I have other fics to work on, but I have been itching to write a SI OC fic and decided to get it out of my system by making this fic. Also, standard disclaimer!

Disclaimer for whole story: I don't own Naruto or anything related to the Naruto franchise! I am in no ways Masashi Kishimoto, nor will I ever be!

I am but a simple, struggling college student just trying to make it through the end of the term with passing grade and some money...so please do not sue me. More information will be given in the ending A/N, so read on, my fellow readers!

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Death was something I had never thought would happen to me so early in life. I mean, I was always careful about what I did. I might have had some days when I wasn't feeling so great...but I always bounced back. I had goals I wanted to fulfill and, if I were to be honest...I was afraid of dying.

I wanted to live as long as I wanted to, but that was no longer an option I had anymore. I'm not sure what happened, but I'm guessing I must've missed a step—wait, no, I recall tripping on my shoelaces when I fell down those stairs. Everything after that was a blur.

Darkness soon greeted me and my first reaction was to panic. I don't like the dark—not like this! Not when it came so suddenly after what had happened. I never even had a chance to react...

And yet...I somehow feel safe. Whatever sense of panic I had was starting to wane once it came to my attention that there was comfort in the darkness that surrounded me. There was also warmth and I felt like I was floating...in water? Why would there be water?

Why was I still aware? Was I really dead? I don't know...

There was just something wrong with this and yet...I don't mind at all. I was safe...and, frankly, that's all that mattered to me.

That's all I really wanted to care about, anyways...

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I don't exactly know how long I've stayed in this state. Sometimes, I drifted off into what felt like a deep sleep. Other times, I was restless, having grown bored with the lack of anything in my surroundings. It was during those times that my restlessness seemed to have had an impact as every so often, I heard voices.

The voices were oddly comforting despite the many questions I had about them. Like, why was I hearing voices? Should I be concerned that I was hearing voices? I never had this issue before my untimely death.

And yet, I stopped caring because the voices were never harsh. They were always gentle and just...I felt loved.

It took some time, but I eventually grew accustomed to the voices. Sometimes, I purposely enticed the voices with my restlessness. It was my only source of entertainment throughout my constant boredom, and I loved it.