I slowly came to my senses. As I opened my eyes, I closed them quickly, blinded by the light. Scrunching up my nose, I could smell heat, sweat among other things. My body ached as if I had been lying down for too long but then again, I couldn't move. Not yet.
"Am I in hell?" I breathed, and as expected, no answer.
Still keeping my eyes closed, I sat up. I couldn't help but smile a little. If I was in hell, well, I deserved it and it made sense as why it was so hot. Slowly, I peeled them open, trying to adjust to the glaring light. I hadn't expected death to be so easy, I expected karma to come and bite me on the butt. But oh well, I couldn't complain.
Rubbing my forehead, I looked around. I felt thirsty and rather tired, although I hadn't done anything but lifted myself of the sand. I was in what seemed like an endless desert and I was grateful for my style of clothing. Thin material and a short skirt, the endless heat didn't effect me as much as it would've if I had been wearing jeans and a shirt. Thanks to my attire, I wouldn't have to worry about that.
Slowly I got to my feet, but my legs gave way and I fell. Rolling down the sand dune, I spat out the sand that got into my mouth. I heard a distant shriek and I wondered if hell was really going to start. The people I killed and failed to save will come rushing towards me and I'll hear their pitiful cries for mercy and accusations towards me.
Licking my dried lips, I bowed my head, accepting this. I may have been immortal, but I had always known that this day would come. But something was nagging at the back of my head...like something wasn't right. That, as usual, I had this totaly wrong.
Hearing that annoying scream again, this time, I heard gasping and the sound of pounding feet. Looking up sharply, my eyes widened at the sight of a small girl with dirty blonde hair and wide green eyes. Once seeing me she back away instantly, scared and I felt utterly...shameful.
"P-please don't hurt me!" She stuttered, tears rolling down her cheek as she collapsed. "I'm weak...a-a-and I'm a coward."
Is this hell? Well, tormenting me with crying children that could be considered hell. Oh well.
"Children are all weak, that is why there are adults to protect you." I muttered, grinding my teeth together as I stood up. "Where am I?" I asked, stumbling forward a little before steadying myself. "This doesn't look...I have never been here before."
"You're in the desert of the Land of Wind." She seemed sad when she said. She blinked, looking up at me in surprise. "You aren't going to hurt me?"
Frowning, I looked past her, catching the sight of something glinting and I gasped. "Watch out!" I cried, stumbling forward quickly and throwing myself at her. I cried out in pain as the metal weapon stabbed me in the shoulder.
Falling back of the shocked girl, I painfully took it out. "Huh!?" I cried in shock, staring at the familiar weapon. "Isn't that kunia or something?" I asked, looking at the girl. Damn, this hell really hurt! "Tsk, this hell is annoying." I muttered as a man appeared in front of me wearing an outfit that screamed shinobi...
Wait...what!?
These are very much like the ninja in the....!
Didn't Gemma say...?
Oh crap.
Suddenly, I stood up, all my tiredness forgotten. "STUFF THIS!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Out of all the places I could go? I have to go HERE!? Why not Konha were Naruto is or Suna...?" I asked weakly, staring at the man who looked shock. "God dammit, tell me why?" I leered my fist threateningly at him. "Are you the bastard that threw this? Why do you want this girl killed? Answer me you little brat!" I cursed.
