Thank you, wonderful viewers, for patiently waiting! Here's a new chapter, and we finally begin the main story of Sakura. I'll do my best to upload 4 chapters a month from now on, and if I don't upload another chapter by this Tuesday, then I was busy with schoolwork, as always. Thank you and enjoy!

Warnings: Depression mentioned, vulgar language, and a bratty OC in the beginning

Disclaimer: Naruto by the one and only Masashi Kishimoto is not owned by me in any way, as much as I would like it to be...

Looking for Betas!

"I'll always be your friend, Naruto."

Beginning...

Dying is strangely peaceful.

Of course, it's only that way to those who expected their inevitable end, accepting death with open arms. People like me who struggled with an almost endless feeling of emptiness longed for a release, a treatment for their almost hollow heart.

I'm only kidding, I'm just being dramatic, just like any other edgy teenager with too much homework and time on their hands. If anything, I was a very enthusiastic girl, a small circle of friends and my cousins were my rocks to grab onto to keep steady. An anime I frequently re-watched was Naruto and Naruto Shippuden, which makes me constantly laugh with the silly adventures of my favorite knucklehead ninja. A favorite character was one Sakura Haruno, although she was quite irritating and immature at the beginning, but what can you expect from a sheltered village girl? I knew she had much, MUCH more potential than the "credit" she received from the creators. I had wished daily that I would eventually have the chance to change her life in some way, to make her a better character. But I'm not involved in the writing of the story, what could I do except make small drafts of fanfiction?

Moving on, if anything, I did have a severe case of depression, but I tried not to let that affect me. Tried.

I knew I was bratty for complaining when something doesn't go my way, even breaking out into tears when I'm upset. I tried to push down my childish behavior, but what else can a 13-year-old girl do when she's upset and constantly moody? So, I wept almost every few weeks, being in this disgusting state of self-pity and bitterness, all while watching what I considered the greatest show of all time.

Ugh, I was sick of being this immature whiney brat. The problem was, I knew better. I'm too emotional though, so my feelings control my mind most of the time when it comes to my personal benefit.

I hated myself for being this way. For being so ungrateful for life, for food and a family. Even now I still look at myself, wishing I could've been humbler.

Moving on, I wanted to change up my attitude, be more accepting of life. So, what'd I do? I became more open to the crazy, albeit small, group I was friends with at school. We became closer, and I became wilder with each passing week. I was still the angsty girl I had always been, but much happier nowadays.

My life was finally turning around for the better! That is...until my death, of course.

I don't remember how I died nor what I was doing before, I was alive and suddenly gone. That leads me to now, a white space if I could describe it. You can't ever describe death if I'm being honest. You just have to feel for it yourself. NOT that I'm saying you should hurry up and die, no, not at all! The harsh truth is, it's not worth it. There's nothing satisfying about this place. This wasn't exactly how I had imagined death to be, but it could've been worse.

I guess I just have to wait.

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And suddenly...

I was surrounded by darkness, the faint smell of blood with a hint of a sickeningly over-sanitized room filled my nostrils. At least, it did before something soft rubbed my nose. Inhaling normally, I scrunched up my nose. Everything I had smelled only intensified.

Wait-

WAIT-

WAIT WAIT WAIT, DIDN'T I JUST DIE? HOW CAN I SMELL ANYTHING?

I opened my eyes, only to be blinded by an extremely bright light. My sight adjusted to the light, only to be shocked by a large feminine face in front of me, cooing.

Did- Was I just born? DID I JUST SLIDE OUT OF A WOMAN'S VAGINA-?

My thoughts ran wild inside my mind, irritating me and causing a major headache. I teared up at the throbbing and began to wail. At the same time, a baby began to cry as well. The pain overshadowed the shock of hearing a baby cry in the room, and I sobbed harder, liquids spilling from my face dripped onto my naked body.

I heard the woman coo at an attempt to calm me down, but I didn't understand what she was saying. I continued to cry, even as I felt myself being passed from the woman's arms to another.

The gentle touch of a warm, sweaty hand caressing my head slowly brushed away my headache, and I quieted down to small sniffles. I opened my eyes to be greeted by another lady, only her face dripped sweat and tears. Despite this, a bright smile was on her face. I never met this woman, but her presence calmed me. Deciding to relish in this warmth, I nuzzled closer to her body. I felt her chest vibrate as she hummed to me, sweet melodies reaching my ears. Eventually, I fell asleep, exhaustion and dehydration lulling me away.

I never expected to wake up. I had thought that maybe the afterlife was kind enough to offer me one last gift of comfort before sending me off to the void. I was wrong, and I realized that as soon as I was once again blinded by light, only it wasn't as bright as before. I shifted my head, looking at my surroundings. I was in a...crib?

Skillfully painted a clean white, the bars ensured I would stay put. My room was a creamy vanilla color, a door right next to my crib informed me that was the entrance and exit to an assumed hallway. A set of wooden sliding doors indicated that it was a closet, along with the long mirror stuck to it. Now that I've mentioned the mirror, I wanted to view myself. Had I changed, or was I somehow coincidentally born in a body that was exactly like my first one? I rolled over and tried to stand. Unfortunately, my small body couldn't hold up my weight yet, so I made do with crawling.

I looked in the mirror, only to find a small pink-haired child staring right back at me with her emerald eyes, an expression of bewilderment was present on her face. I waved, and she copied. I rubbed my cheek and of course, she did the same.

There more I stared the more I realized what had happened.

Was I truly reborn as Sakura Haruno? My all-time idol? The proclaimed "useless" kunoichi of the fandom? God, this was a dream come true! Man, have I wished endlessly for this day!

I excitedly touched my barely growing pink locks, feeling the softness that I would only dream of having as a teenager climbing through the social ranks of high school. Do all babies have soft hair? My skin is surely soft and squishy. Babies are kind of like living marshmallows if you really think about it.

I was currently wearing a soft pink onesie topped with a matching red ribbon sitting around my head. Hey, she- I was pretty cute!

As I beamed with my gummy mouth at the fact that I was suddenly "blessed" with having the chance to be this gorgeous female, I suddenly remembered about the brief awakening I had in what I believed to be the hospital. I opened my mouth to call out for the woman I had been with, only to hear garbled mumbles spew from my mouth. I wasn't exactly shocked to hear a babble, but I suppose it had done the job since as soon I let out a few, "Uwah, mma, hyiu," the giant woman came in through the door. I cooed at her happily and reached out with my arms, wanting to feel that warmth again.

The woman turned to my crib and smiled at me, reaching in my crib to pull me out and onto her chest. I took a good look at her, noting her short blonde hair and soft green eyes staring into me. The first thought I had was, 'This woman is going to raise me, even if I'm going to raise myself most of the time. This is it, my new life as Sakura Haruno and my parents as Mebuki Haruno and Kizashi Haruno. What a shit ton of fun I'm going to have!'

Sakura's mo- I mean, Mother cradled me in one arm while she reached over with her other to gently stroke my head. I smiled and let out a few coos before she took me out of my room into the dimly lit hallway of our home.

We passed by a small collage of pictures, mostly consisting of Mother and, I assumed, Kizashi Haruno, Sakura's fa-my Father. I turned my body to look at the direction we were heading and ended up staring at the spacious living room and kitchen, taking in the scenery. However, I excitedly pointed my gaze towards the window, this being noticed by Sa-my Mother. She carried me to the large window, and I was in awe at the reality I was in. The Hokage mountains were beautiful! Everything was so gorgeous; the streets, the buildings, everything was amazing! The icing on the cake was the Hokage tower, only a few buildings away from our home. The red roof and the unreadable kanji character told me everything.

I giggle happily as Mother tickled my belly, thinking to myself,

"What a life I'm going to have!"