DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto

Warning: Death, blood, OC

On the Verge

Of Death

It was a Saturday afternoon; I was in my room reading a love story on my bed. After the stress of finals I was looking forward to summer break which officially started from today. My parents were out running some errands while I lazed around in my room. Next year I would be a senior and then goodbye high school. Having studied quite a lot the whole week and staying up all night watching movies yesterday, I naturally felt sleepy. Deciding to take a short nap, I set my book aside and closed my eyes.

I woke up when the heat was too much to bear. There was a lot of noise everywhere, I felt like someone was smothering me with a pillow, cutting off my air supply. I opened my eyes but there was fire everywhere; my once light pink room was engulfed in flames from all sides. My books on the shelves were in smithereens. My last memory was looking up to see the roof falling in pieces before my vision turned black.

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The next thing I remember is being held by soft, warm hands of that of my mother, my new mother. She was always there for the first three years of my life while my father was rarely home. When he did come home he showered all his love on us. All that I knew of him was that he was fighting for our village and he too wore a leaf headband. I had a hunch that I was not in the real/ normal world. Having overwhelming memories, talking about very different things was why I was named Yumeko; the dream child; apparently I was named by my uncle who I was yet to meet. Whenever I said something from my old world, the adults either laughed it off as creative thinking or reprimanded for being so annoying. There wasn't any children I was friends with

I spent the time playing by myself or be with my mother as she gathered herbs to brew medicines. I probably knew most of the plant species in Konoha and how to use them. This life was dull, I suppose. Not allowed to go outside the compound unsupervised, I only talked to my clan members most of who adored me for being the only girl child for them to place all diplomatic hopes on. Being more mature and observant than most, I knew I was going to be a political pawn and a bargaining chip in the form of a 'wife' when the time came. I was not going let that happen, that I was sure of. I also knew that my father had the same idea as me when it came to the issue. He was discretely giving me little training in combat; the things they taught in the academy, just in case I needed it.

By the time I turned six years old, I learned everything about the local herbs (I wasn't allowed to touch them of course), how to put on a kimono, pour tea, tree climbing chakra exercise and how to heal small wounds (courtesy of mother who got to know about my ninja training and made me learn to heal in case she wasn't there). The three of us kept my training a secret from the clan who had voiced several times that I wouldn't be allowed to become a ninja.

Nothing exciting happened for a few more months. Everything was running as it always did until an inter clan dispute broke out. I was not in the know which made me all the more suspicious I was involved. It started small; hostile glances towards my parents, little accidents without proof aimed at my mother inside the house and the like. Even my father wasn't home as much as he used to be what with the clan leader sending him out on dangerous missions all the time. This went on for a few months and one day they went too far.

It was a week from my seventh birthday, I was too sleepy that evening. Mama made me a quick dinner before sending me off to my room. I was woken up by screams belonging to my mother; scared I went outside holding the kunai papa had given me to use in case of emergencies. To my horror, mama was lying on the floor with blood flowing down making a puddle.

"Yumeko… go to my brother, he'll be in the hokage tower… you remember- the biggest bui-lding by the face mountain? Tell him 'the will o-of fir-fire fa-dead in the Mazuka compound' and" she reached into her shirt and gave me a scroll with shaky hands. "give this to him, he'll protect you." Her eyes were unfocused, her breaths labored. "I'll always love you Yumeko, sorry we can't be there anymore. Me and papa love you." She touched my cheek with her blood covered hands before her body stopped moving.

My entire world was falling around me again. I looked at my bloody clothes and shaky bloody hands. Someone in the compound had killed my parents; maybe someone I knew. I also knew they were after me for selfish reasons; I couldn't stay here anymore. I might die if I did, again. I'm not going to let that happen. Willing my body to move, I ran; I ran like there was no tomorrow towards the hokage tower to the 'uncle' for the first time.

It registered in the very back of my mind that no one stopped me as I ran the multitude of steps to reach the hokage office. Stumbling and falling a few times, I finally reached the third hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi who looked up from is piles of paperwork, got up to me and asked:

"What happened to you, child?" he knelt before me. I gave him the scroll I was clutching tightly in my hand.

"The will of fire died, no, faded, in the Mazuka compound." I said stuttering. All the tears I had been holding back flowed down freely without stop.

"It's ok Yumeko. No one will hurt you now child, calm down." The hokage tried to reassure me. I controlled my tears which didn't stop but after a few more hiccups, I regained my ability to speak.

"They killed mama, papa dead. Need to find mama's brother." I said in a broken voice.

"Yumeko, I'm your uncle." He said gently but I had seen his face pale when he heard me say they were dead, dead. He pored a little chakra and read it in within a minute without betraying any emotion.

"ANBU!" He called. Two masked ninja flickered in not a second later. "Go to the Mazuka clan compound and round up anyone present there, if there's no one station guards. No one is to be allowed there."

We reached what looked like a huge compound similar to ours- no the Mazuka compound. We walked towards the biggest house, with the hokage holding my hand.

"Biwako." He called out, a stern woman appeared. She took in my appearance before her brow raised in question towards her husband.

"This is Yumeko, Kazumi's daughter. She needs a place to stay." He said with a weird look in his eye. The woman- Biwako nodded, not questioning any further.

"Come with me." She said. I followed her into one of the spare rooms. It had a comfortable looking bed, a table and a lamp. She led me towards the bathroom, hidden from the outside view.

"Take a bath. I'll back with some clothes and tea." She said. I nodded meekly. The hot water was comforting the entire fifteen minutes I was in the bath. True to her word, Biwako had laid a shirt and shorts on the bed. I quickly put them on; there was a soft knock and Biwako appeared with a cup of herbal tea.

"Drink this, Yumeko. It'll help you sleep." She said gently, her eyes softened when she looked at me. I assumed she was told what had happened. I felt tears well up in my eyes s I sipped on the tea quietly. She took the cup when I was done; patting my head once she left the room.

So far my life was a cosmic joke. I died a high school senior in 2014, was born in the Narutoverse again, I happy with my little family. Now I was an orphan at almost seven with no idea what was going to happen next. Outside, the sun was beginning to rise as if it were any other normal day…

AN: Ok so that's the first chapter of my first story! I recently created an account after reading a lot of fanfics The coolest being OC SI stories… So I thought why not write one myself? Sorry for any typos/ grammar mistakes...

So please review so I know what you think… I'm new to this so pls be gentle :3