Ok so prologue, and I made a shameless oc Naruto fanfiction

This is basically backstory and how she gets there and some foreshadowing

Ok so don't like don't read :)

Disclaimer- I do not own nor make profit from Naruto or anything else you recognize

Jessica. An unremarkable name, to match what had turned out to be an equally unremarkable life. Born to an already dead father, her mother had seemed to not be able to handle the loss. As such her- thankfully unremembered for the most part- early childhood had been far from desirable. Her mother had gotten into some bad things and the high that released her mother forever only tightened the noose on Jessica's future. Not to say that she had no chance. She was shuffled around from relative to relative for a bit, and then finally dumped with her mother's second cousin, Becca- it would seem as though they had been close in childhood and the responsibilities of an adult life had separated them.

Not to say that she was in anyway abused at all or hurt, just… ignored. She was very grateful to Becca, it was simply that she already had kids that she was raising, and the financial strain was a bit stressful. She hardly had time for her own kids as it was, and that was not in any way helped by Jessica's presence. So, she did her best to be helpful; she volunteered to do all the housework while Becca could not due to her busy schedule and extra hours. She snuck around the house like a ghost, and did her best to be as little of a burden as possible.

She went to school, came home, did chores, went to bed, then got up, did chores and went to school. The days blurred as they mirrored one another. It wasn't long till she noticed that for some reason she could just understand everything much better than her peers. Jessica had thought nothing of it, she had much bigger fish to fry- oft times quite literally.

Her teachers had caught on after a year or two, and when confronted she had been excited. She was gifted? If that was so then that meant that she could be even less of a burden and be of even more help to Ms. Becca- as she had gotten into the habit of calling her. If she was talented and special, and all of the other lovely words these kind people were using, then surely that was good? That meant that Ms. Becca would have less to worry about, and she would smile that lovely happy smile on her lined face even more.

Needless to say her excitement was very short lived. Ms. Becca could not afford a genius. On the contrary, she had seemed so crushed by the end of the conference with her teacher, that Jessica did her best to reassure her that there was no need for her to have any of the things the silly teachers were talking about. Jessica had said that they were probably just being silly adults and that they were probably wrong, she was only in the second grade, it was much too early to be deciding the rest of her life and spending so much money. After all, she was just like all the other kids in her class. She had a head, two arms, two legs, and she could play hopscotch with the best of them! Yes, the teachers were silly and there was no need for worrying about a thing.

Unconvinced, but willing to let herself be soothed and talked out of the notion that Jessica was in need of extra time, attention, and money, Ms. Becca returned to her normal self; and life returned to its routine. Jessica had a worked up a very compelling argument indeed. The whole event was but a bump on the roadmap. From then on, she got not 100's in every class, but rather different variations of A's. Putting her at the top, but not a genius. No, Genius' were much too much trouble, and Jessica was never one for causing trouble.

Life went on. Days passed. Life was monochrome and repetitive. It was a eye opening day when she had run into one of Ms. Becca's children in the kitchen, and they had asked her for her name- he was searching for something and had nonchalantly asked for it as though they had not been living together in the same modestly sized house for over two thirds of her life. She had replied shortly and life had then, once again proceeded to go on.

Lonely.

Yes that was the word for it. She was lonely. Surrounded as she was by extended family, she was lonely. Her shade like personality and presence had carried over into her school life by that point, and she was not even an afterthought in the minds of her peers. She was never called out in class, she never engaged in conversation, she did her work mutely, and helped others as discreetly and quietly as she could. She did so enjoy helping people- it gave her a warm feeling in her chest whenever she saw that she had helped someone, or made another feel good. From the first time had thanked her for doing the dishes, she had become addicted to the sensation.

Although she was lonely, she still felt that spark of warmth in her chest. It became a bit of an obsession; helping people made her feel less lonely, less cold, as though she was apart of something- even if in truth, she knew that she was not. This knowledge did nothing to make the warm feelings in her chest go away whenever she saw someone's face light up in happiness over something seemingly small. It always felt as though the warmth was tenderly hugging her heart.

Leaving kind post-it notes, leaving cookies for peoples' birthdays or those who seemed under the weather, nudging people toward one another that they were suited for personality wise and watching healthy friendships and relationships form, watching people get good grades with her assistance- the list was near endless. When she felt the loneliness creeping its way into her heart, its long scraggly fingers clutching at her chest, she simply thought of those happy people, and the loneliness just seemed that much farther away. In a sense it was symbiotic; by helping others she could survive.

Of course her simple, yet not exactly unsalvageable life had to take a turn for the worst. An eagle. Yes, an Eagle. She had never seen one before in her life, and apparently neither had the person driving the minivan. It had clipped the low flying, small eagle on the wing. The poor bird screeched and careened about wildly before crashing harshly onto the asphalt. A figurehead of such loyalty and integrity reduced to a heap upon the ground.

Jessica could only stare in horrified silence as she watched. But there, she could see, the bird was still breathing! Looking both ways, she felt a sense of desperation fill her- there was another car coming and she did not have it in her to just simply stand and watch as the bird's life was so cruelly ended. Not when she held the capacity to do something about it. Before she could even consider the consequences of what she was doing she had dashed into the street, gently- but quickly- gathering the bird into her arms, she attempted to get back to safety. Impossibly, the car she had been almost entirely sure would hit her just barely grazed her back. She could feel the wind- the tugging attraction of the underdraft- and heard a horn blaring loudly in her ears.

Shaking from the adrenaline, she dropped to her knees off to the side of the road. Setting the wild- and most likely dangerous despite its smaller stature- bird on the grass, she checked the damage. Thank goodness, nothing seemed to be broken, if anything, the poor thing was simply dazed and confused from the harsh hit. Giggling, perhaps a little more hysterically than she had planned, she cleared her throat before standing. Gently she made a nest of sorts in a lower hanging branch of a sturdy tree and rested the bird there. As she was going to leave, her eyes met the eagles. She could not explain it, but it was like something shifted, like the world had just tilted on its axis, or the poles had inverted. There was more than just animal intelligence in those eyes- there was a sort of sentience.

Jessica took one step back, and then another. Backing away from the tree and back toward the road; she never saw it coming. Although she wasn't in the road, it would seem as though she was distraction enough for a driver to swerve into her direction and hit her dead on. There was a sickening wet crunch and as her body was flung about and ripped apart effortlessly by the metal might of the car; she could only see the eyes of the eagle. Fleetingly she worried about what this accident would do to the mental state of the poor driver.

Then there was nothing.

***** This is a new Note, I noticed that I never mentioned my real inspiration for writing this fanfiction, a travesty I know.

Inspired by Quote: "In the midst of evil you want to be a good man." - Tim O'Brien (How to Tell A True War Story)