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A girl fell from the sky.
Onlookers glanced at the prone body falling through the sky and were shocked, gazing at the scene unfolding before them with wide eyes. Several thousand years ago a young girl had also fallen from the sky just like the one falling through blue sky right now. Her hair had been white like the first snow and her eyes…they were extraordinarily different from any being on the planet, the most palest of lavender, which were horrifyingly beautiful.
This girl, she didn’t have her eyes but her hair were of her and she entered the planet the same way as the one before.
***
I had fallen
At last I had some control in my life over something.
My feet had dangled over that part of the rooftop several times-but somehow when my eyes were looking forward; at the view of the city in front of me...it somehow made me pause and gave me some sort of motivation for the life I was living but it was not enough this time, this time I had done it. And as I was falling from the building I proved science wrong. It had always boasted itself that as a person is about to die the last thing they see is their life in front of them, all the moments they’ve lived and all but that was not what I saw, as the wind overcame my senses and I opened my eyes last time to look at the sky. I instead saw the too blue sky which made me remember someone.
***
Falling-why am I falling again? Didn’t I already fall from the building? As I fell through the endless expanse of the blue sky, my heart raced in my chest, and my mind spun with a mix of fear and exhilaration. How did I end up falling again?
The wind roared in my ears, drowning out all other sounds. Panic gripped me tightly as I flailed helplessly, desperately searching for something, anything to cling onto. A sense of relief washed over me as I realized I wasn't alone in this vast emptiness.
Someone came and held me their steady embrace, provided safety and solace. And in that instant, a surge of energy coursed through me. The person's grip tightened, pulling me closer to them. The presence offered a comforting stability amidst the chaos of the free fall. As we descended together, confusion was the only thing on my mind. Peace and warmth surrounded me. I open my dry eyes slowly which had closed unintentionally only to get lost in a beautiful set of azure blue eyes. The moment felt so ethereal, it felt like I had no worry in my life.
“Beautiful” I croaked out hoarsely. These eyes indeed were the most beautiful, than anything I had laid my eyes upon. Suddenly extreme pain seared in my head. Already feeling drowsy due to the free fall and the searing pain at the back of my head did not help. I grip my head tightly forcing the electric pain to stop. A groan formed due to the intense pain.
Muffled sounds filled my ears consoling me that I was safe but black spots started entering my vision and soon the blackness wholly consumed me, leaving the boy who held her clueless and confused.
***
I crack open my dry eyes and totally wished that I hadn’t opened them. Every muscle in my body was screaming in pain. I blink plenty of times before the ceiling was clearer; it was a white ceiling just like the ones found in hospitals. I look around and understanding rushed on how I reached the hospital.
But the hospital room was looking kind of bare and the window on my right showed no buildings. I lived in a city with plenty of tall buildings. A long sigh escaped from my lips and I try once again to get up.
Weird. My body felt different. I sit up and find out that an iv was sticking from my hand and they were looking awfully thin. Like really thin. My hands weren’t that thin, yeah I didn’t eat well due to the hectic work as well as studies and sometimes I didn’t wanted to but...then realization dawned, what if I was in a coma and I got thin because of that?
Untangling from the blanket I get down from the bed only to fall in a heap of limbs, pain traveled up my wrist as the iv got ripped off, ignoring the pain I look up and my eyes widen in shock.
“What the hell?” I mutter, since when did hospital beds become so big? As I try getting up a nurse enters the room hurriedly, it was a brown-haired nurse with alarmed, green eyes. Her hair was in a bun and she was wearing…something that nurses didn’t wear. It was a nurse-looking white dress. She had the weird nurse hat and everything, too. I thought the last time nurses dressed like that was in the 1940s and 50s.
“Calm down, calm down!” the nurse says slowly, motioning with her hands.
Then she tries to help me up on the bed talking in Japanese. Wait what Japanese? She's not speaking English…..She's not speaking ENGLISH! Why can I understand her if she's speaking Japanese!? Wait, I do know Japanese from watching anime but why is she talking to me in Japanese? My head was spinning and I feel nauseous. Why is a nurse talking in another language and why the fuck is she also so big? My heartbeat started to rise. Just what is happening here, why is that nurse carrying me like a baby and why is my hearing so shitty right now?
I try to get out of her hold but her grip is strong. Panic settles and I start shouting and pushing against her. “LET. ME. GO!” I shout with all my might. Just what the fuck is happening here? The nurse pushes me on the bed.
“Get Ayame-san here with the sedative and also the hokage-sa-”her sentence ends with a grunt because I kicked her right in the guts and then shoved her hard, but I was no match for her. I felt more people coming. A sharp pain in my neck and then warmth started travelling from my neck down to my fingers and toes.
I struggle to move my body but now the nurse had already made me lie down on the hospital bed. Having no energy left in my body I blearily look at my left towards the door and see someone looking extremely familiar in red and white robes. Black spots interrupted my eyesight and the last thing I see before going into a hysteric sleep was the face of Sarutobi Hiruzen.
***
This time when I opened my eyes, I knew that what I saw was just a mere dream cause it’s obviously impossible to look at someone who was a work of fiction right? I know I am a big fan of anime and all and I get anime and Naruto related dreams plenty of time plus that’s the only thing that goes through my mind all day long just like a normal weebs’ mind. So that all must’ve been just a good…well not a good one when someone is literally forcing you and all but just an anime related dream.
So I didn’t freak out like last time. Blinking several times so my vision gets clearer only to meet with the same colored ceiling but this time it was dark as if it was already night. Breathing out slowly I move my head right noticing the machinery connected with wires and all. I straighten and try to sit on the bed. My body still felt stiff. Sitting up I look down at my body and freeze.
Shit
Shit!!
My body was not mine. It was obviously not mine. It was different. Yes, I didn’t eat that well but that didn’t mean that I was this thin and it also felt small. My hair catches my eyes. Shakily I move my hand toward my hair. Oh god! They are not the same color why are they white? I concentrate only to find that only the ends are white about 3 to 4 inches and the hair from my roots were my natural dark brown hair color.
I laid my eyes upon the window my breath hitched in my throat. It was a dream right? I do REMEMBER falling from the building and my body hitting the pavement so I must be dead. NO, should be dead. But in front of my face was the mountain of the great Hokage faces from Naruto...the anime. What?
Slow deep breaths, yes deep breath will help but they weren’t helping like they were supposed to. Without thinking anything I hold my left hand up and move my right index finger into my left hands’ palm. Obviously my index finger touched my left palm and stayed there. If I was in a dream my index finger would’ve passed right through but it…didn’t. That means this is not a dream.
A loud clap sound could be heard in the room that left a stinging cheek. I already would’ve woken up from the slap. A knock sounded at the door and I looked back as the dark brown door opened and damn. It was indeed the third hokage looking back at me.
The third hokage was standing in front of me and he looked really real. In the dim light of the hospital room I could see it, every single wrinkle surrounding his eyes, lips and eyebrows. “You’re very calm for someone who just attacked a nurse just some hours ago.” He joked in an ancient tone, surprising me for a second. I think I should apologize but my mind was not in the right place. So I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.
“Are you really the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen?”
MY VOICE!!
It’s so childlike. My face didn’t betray my raging emotions because unfortunately I had some idea of what was happening here.
“Why, yes indeed I am.” He replies with a softened tone. “How are you feeling now child?”
Mentally? Confused and terrified of what was happening. Physically: every part of my body was in pain.
“I feel fine.” I reply and look down at my hands, “I guess.”
I tried to sound like I was confused, as anyone would be by waking up at an unknown place. Now that I knew that I was in a different place, no a different dimension and that me falling from the sky again was most probably me entering this different world or Naruto world so I had to be careful. Plus from my voice it felt like I was child, most probably 10 or 11. I obviously wasn’t sure. I don’t even remember my days when I was that small in my real life…past life? I don’t know.
I tried not to remember my childhood mostly because it was so shitty and messed up. I’d rather never talk to anyone about it. Someone cleared their throat and that broke my concentration. I looked up to find the third hokage looking at me intently and his eyes showed…concern?
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked
Waiting a moment he repeated, “I asked for your name.”
“I...I’m…” what should I say? My real name was way different than a normal Japanese name that meant I should think of a different one but which one.
“Where am I?” I asked instead.
A furrow marred his brows "In the heart of Hi no Kuni, Konoha Gakure no Sato," and then asked "Do you know where your parents are?"
A broken plan formed in my mind. I sure as hell don’t think that if this is the right move but this had to do, I don’t even have enough time to think about it either.
"I...I don't know." I reply innocently, "I don't remember my parents but I think I had m-my jiji." I move my hand towards my head "I don't think so I remember him though."
"What about his name or how he looked like?" he asked calmly.
"He kinda looked like you" I say pointing at him, a bit more cheerily than it was supposed to, "-with those wrinkles and funny voice like yours" I announced giddily, fully ignoring the first half of the question.
"Oh, that's...understandable. Do you remember your name then?" he asked trying to get answers from me.
"N-no I...I don't…I guess, I think it was Rema?” I murmur slowly, cause that’s the only name that came up, I curse myself for not thinking a better name. I mean there are so many more I could’ve chosen from. Looking back at him with pleading eyes I ask him to deter the conversation “Can you tell me how I came here?" Now that was something I really did wanted to know but I am pretty sure he wouldn't know the whole answer to it either.
"You were falling from the sky and one of the civilians grabbed you so that saved you from the fall." He moved his hand and touched his white beard in thought, "Now tell me what's the last thing you remember, child?"
Falling off a building...I do remember hitting the grey pavement, then waking up again only to find myself falling through the sky again? Yeah, and let's not forget the tantrum I threw when I first woke up.
“I... I don't remember that either, I'm... sorry?”, trying to force tears to my eyes I continue with a hiccuppy voice. “I-I am s-sorry but I t-think that my jiji left me.” with that I start to cry a bit more badly; tears running freely and my nose runny, I cry as if something bad had really happen to me .
I'm still not sure on what to do about this situation, all I can do is go with the flow. I'm not surprised that crying came easily because I had gone through a lot in my real life (Somehow I still don’t believe this incarnation). Last 2-3 years of my life were rough and I fell face-first into problems a lot of times. It had taken a toll on me not only mentally but physically too. In short crying came to me easily when it wasn’t forcefully stopped.
Looking at my outburst well, once again the third hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, the leader during whose era the least amount of calamities had befallen the village and who ruled as the hokage the longest in the history of Konoha Gakure no Sato, walked forward and sat on the hospital bed and hugged and consoled a lone orphan who had been in misery for far too long.