Shadowed Sun

Prologue

Hello again, darlings. My three other Self-Insert OC stories seemed to be going pretty well, so I thought I'd try and start my fourth and final one. I'll be taking in everything I've learned from my other stories and incorporating it into this one.

I will tell you now: My main goal for this story is to work on actual CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Meaning I will actually be building my character up, making them grow and learn - just like a real story. Meaning my character will actually start off low, but work her way up. If any of you have read my other Naruto stories, you know I don't do Mary-Sues unless they're for crack references, and this story is not crack.

You'll see what I mean soon enough. All I ask is that you bear with me up until chapter four, then you'll have a good grasp on what I mean by character development.

With that said...

Disclaimer: I, Darkpetal16, do not own the genius characters of Naruto.

Warning: Death.

Summary: Life can be a cruel thing, especially when it was never meant to be given to you in the first place. Self-Insert / SI OC.

Beta: Searching. For. Enadi.

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Dying sucked.

But dying from spinal cancer sucked even more.

Confined to a hospital bed at a very young age, I was literally wasting away, unable to move. Paralyzed from the waist down and eventually completely paralyzed before dying.

Life really, really sucked for me. Dying before twelve, really, really sucked. Never going to school, really, really sucked. Worrying my parents endlessly, really, really sucked. Unable to move, really, really sucked. All in all, I really, really hated my life.

It could have been worse, somehow. I could have been hated. I could have been abused. I could have had some worse disease, died earlier, maybe, but it was still pretty bad.

My parents were good people. They loved me endlessly and did everything possible to make sure I was big sister was amazing, and I knew it was hard for her, too. She loved me and always visited me after school and even brought some of her friends.

She was a good person.

When my big sister, Laura—or as I called her, Lala—visited me, she always brought something new. Either a book, or a movie or game or... anything, really. I loved the books more than anything. She constantly teased me about being a closet-geek. I didn't mind.

When I was around nine, she started bringing in the big stuff: manga and anime. My favorite, as it was for many others, was the ever popular Naruto.

I know, I know, so typical, but it was. I was envious of all the amazing feats they could do. I was jealous of how, despite the hardships faced, they were able to stand up, tall and proud. I wanted to be like that. I wanted to be okay with dying. I didn't want to live as a nuisance. I tried. I really did.

I wasn't sure if I succeeded, though.

When I died, I died before the manga could finish. I died at the age of eleven; February thirteenth at two PM on a Saturday afternoon.

I can't even begin to describe how I felt when it became clear that I died, the physical or emotional experience. I can't, or really, I won't tell you (what good would it do me? There are no known words to describe the feelings I felt) when I started to hear voices or feel such a comforting warmth around me. To constantly hear two heartbeats aside from my own.