I gasped, eyes snapping wide open, as I sat up abruptly to clutch my throbbing head. It hurts. It felt like someone bashing my skull with a fucking toy chest hundred times over, ugh-! I panted heavily, squeezing my eyes shut tightly, as I clutched head painfully, what the hell!? I didn't sign up for this kind of shit! Why does it hurt so much!?
"Kid?"
A pitiful whimper escaped my lips as tears started to hurt my eyes. It hurts... it hurts so much...
"Kid?"
I clawed my head, clutching it painfully as I grit my teeth. Why won't it go away!?
"Kid!?"
I bit my lip, drawing blood, as tears started to stream down from my eyes. It hurts. It hurts...Ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts-!
"Kid-!!"
Both of my wrist got snatched away, loosing my grip on my head. My breath hitched, dark brown, almost black, eyes snapping open once again to clash with worried black ones. W-what..?
"Kid, are you alright...?" the person before me asked, I stared. W-wha... huh? "Kid?"
"I-I... I don't-huh?" I stammered, blinking my eyes a few times, not quite understanding what the hell's happening. Or where the fuck I am. W-wait, what...?"Uh... s-sir? Where..?"
The man gave me a confused look, I gulped my anxiety rising as I squirmed under his stare. Why isn't he letting go of my wrists yet? Unless... fuck. He's not a pedophile, is he? Please tell me he's not. The man smiled warmly at me, I grew more nervous. Oh god he's a pedophile. Or a rapist with a very low standard... Or worse, both. A shiver ran up my spine as the older being slowly let go of my wrist, fuck. "Do you wanna come with me?"
. . .
What.
Oh fuck no.
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Now... most of people would of think that, possibly, dying and getting reincarnated in a world where anime is real would feel absoloutely feel estatic and whatnot. But for me, hah! I already feel like shit. And... no, I wasn't exactly reincarnated, but yeah.
Anyways. Welcome, I guess. This is my... uh, documentary? Of my life here in the, um... Naruto-verse. Whichever '-verse' this is. Maybe a no-man's island or somethin', a.k.a a... generation that wasn't included in the show. To which I didn't really watched. Ish. Anyway, enjoy my shitty life.
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Not your typical girl
FanfictionMeeting them was fate Being friends was a choice But loving them was out of my control *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* "Am I supposed to stop something? Or am I nothing more than a supposed stranger?" . . . "Can I really risk my life, again, to save others?"
