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: Rated T for 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.
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 - 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?
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.
On that note, Unfurling Bud is inspired by the fan fiction, Sakura by Darkpetal16. If you haven't already, go read it! Stop what you're doing, and go read it! Pure rainbow magic that one...
Reviews would really make my day! :)