Warnings:

This is a dark Story. I have an OC in the story so Original plot ahead, meaning I WILL alter the plot line for it to fit my story. It wont be a hundred percent accurate ~ if you're looking for accuracy on Fanfiction boy do I have news for you~. Also an original bloodline complete with its own Kekkai Genkai. And I'm not even remotely Japanese so forgive my horrible use of the language.

I am going to be writing some harsh subject matter so if you have triggers for abuse then please proceed with caution.

Disclaimer: Never have I ever and Never will I ever own Naruto.

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The Last thought I ever had as Arishba was that this was a shitty life to have lived. Now, I know that I have not lived long enough to be a fair judge but believe me when I say that I have seen enough in these few short years of mine to know that I had been dealt a horrible hand by fate.

No one really deserved to be stabbed to death. No matter what a shitty person you lived as and no matter what your actions resulted in, no one should be subjected to such pain. Feeling your blood and life slowly drain out of you and just wishing that you were finally dealt the killing blow because the pain was too much. Your each nerve ending being on fire and so much pain that you were not aware where it began and where it ended.

I was never one to advocate for equality of life, or a staunch believer that we could achieve it in its purest form in the first place, as I had seen that human right being violated in every possible way. But I had always had the belief that I would never be caught up in it, always thinking of myself as being one step ahead of my abuser and hoping I would soon escape.

I was so close too. So close to total freedom. Then life hit me on the head with reality.

Now I'm no angst-ridden Teen who bemoans their shitty life all the time but I believe the day I die should be seen as leniency on my personal count for angst ridden thoughts. And that count usually never exceeds.

Well not when I can help it anyways.

Now I had never been much of a believer in any religion because the existence of god had never been certified in the actions of the people who spoke about faith and piety. I had seen many self-proclaimed prophets and their countless worshipers, but their actions only made me question the existence of a god who would let such monsters in to paradise. It was not dude to a lack of effort on my part though, it was just the result of a country torn due to faith.

But I had the basics right at least. Death, Judgement, and then it was decided whether you were to be sent to Heaven or Hell. So it did not make any sense how I felt no different and was carrying out a conversation about the demerits of a divided religion in a country I had fled a long time ago.

Wait.

Am I not dead yet? Was this simply the result of extreme oxygen deprivation to my brain. I looked down at my body which was littered with multiple stab wounds, from a kitchen knife I had used frequently no less, and then back up. Instead of seeing the degenerate weakling of an Aunt that I had, all I could see was vast darkness.

Okay. A bit of a letdown.

Where was the guide meant to tell you your fate? Where were the golden arches or even the fiery pits of hell. Not even a damn blinding white light which would guide me through this abyss. So without any clue as to what I was doing here, all that I could do was just float around in the darkness. Not a lot. Cause my gravity defying self wasn't really well practiced but I tried my best. Was I in purgatory? Cause hell had proper guidelines and I was kinda excited to see father again, but now we won't have a heart touching family reunion.

Damn.

The thing about complete darkness is, that it is almost worse than what you will be subjected to in hell. In hell you knew what you were being punished for and there was always a limit to how much pain you could stand before completely separating your consciousness from your body. But I felt that what I went through was much worse than the suffering which would be dealt in the Fire Pit. In the dark, but still able to see my blood drenched body, I had no one but myself and my less than flowery thoughts as company and I'm not narcissistic enough to lie that I am the best company to have.

That dear readers was how I spent a long time. I could not see anything, touch anything, the best way to describe it would be having no sensory input and feeling hollow yet at the same time feeling the anger and sadness one normally would at their death. It would have been better if the abyss had left me completely numb, because then I would not have had to suffer through the fury that I did at my wrongful death at the hand of a person who was my family. But it didn't.

It wasn't even complete sensory deprivation, because soon the silence was filled with moans. The terrifyingly loud moans, as if a million souls were lumped together and each and every one of them was crying out, which petrified me because their presence hinted at something awful. That I was not the only one in these circumstances, that I was not the only one suffering, that I was not special in my plight and the possibility that I would be enduring the darkness for quite a while.

I had no idea where I was and I had no clue how long I would be here. All I knew was that I was dead and probably surrounded by millions. Their moans rung loud and clear and the only way to tune them out was to curl up into myself and become lost in my thoughts. Which I'm sure I had described earlier at not being the safest place to find solace in.

When I did use my memories as a gateway all I could do was micro analyze my life and the choices I made. Not that I had been allowed to make any to begin with so I guess my existence was just a sad roller coaster of a ride requiring Zero input from me. In the end rather than following in the path that was meant for me, all I could do was run away like a coward towards safety. Or at least the fake sanctuary that was shown to me.

I spent such a long time in the abyss, so lengthy that I completely lost touch with reality and sanity alike. My life was picked apart and analyzed over a thousand times each time becoming darker and darker. My life. My existence. My actions. All were questioned by my rapidly disintegrating sound mind and it was brought up numerous times just how much of a victim I was to my circumstances and how much of it was in actuality my own fault. But the conclusion I came to was irrefutable.

I never had a damn choice. Never. In anything.

I was a daughter, tool, example, puppet, weapon, a harsh reality that was hated. But most of all I was a victim. A victim!

I never had the power to do a damn thing.

I never saved the only person who loved me. Just cried like damn fool. Then I got murdered by my Aunt on a psychotic break. My whole life was wasted because I had no control. Because I was weak.

And I had promised that I never would be.

Oh, and I cried. Because the only person I ever loved and cared for died due to my weakness. I didn't to A damn thing!

Then I begged. Cried out. Screamed. For a chance to rectify my weakness. I would gain power. I would be so strong that people like my Aunt would never take away the people precious to me.

I had been scared of the path in front of me and the first mistake I had ever made was deviating from it due to the difficulty it possessed and the horror I would have faced. I was too scared to follow in the footsteps of a great man towards something which would have given me a purpose. It was my own fault how my life turned out. I became someone who even cowards would sneer at. A weak and pathetic wretch. But if given just another chance I would amend all those mistakes.

I would become what my father had always wanted me to become.

A person who would kill those who stood in my way. A fighter that did not regret the way he died.

I realize that my death is my own fault. God, Jesus, Anyone, just please give me one more chance. I do not want to die like this. I have so much to prove so much to live for. Please.

Just one chance.

Heh. Interesting.

My shrieking stopped and I swept my eyes over the dark terrain hoping for a sign of something. A sign that I wasn't completely lost to this cold dark place. But it didn't come. All I had for company were wails of damned souls, who were lost just like me, and they didn't strike me as the type to start a chat any time soon. But I tried my best to locate someone, or something, which would be providence in this sea of despair I was floating in. But nothing of the sort could be seen and soon the only things I could hear were those awful, awful wails. I wanted to escape this place.

A whimper escaped me.

You won't find me Mud Child.

The voice vibrated around the abyss and I could feel the chill which spread out in it. Then soon I could hear nothing, not even the pathetic cries of the others. The quiet of the abyss proved to me that the voice was not a figment of my fading sanity. So, I had to locate it because it was the only seeming escape from this place, it was as if a straw had been extended towards a drowning man.

I whirled around the dark trying my hardest to prove the voice wrong. To found a voice that boomed from everywhere and nowhere at the same time but it was not wrong. Did I really think I could find the being in this abyss when I could not even see those suffering in it with me? Then with the confidence of only someone who had lost all humanity and rationality simultaneously I screamed at the dejected voice in the void.

"Show Yourself!" I screeched at the voice which had made all the other souls silent. An act that would need a lot of power. What was this being?

Now. Now. Do not drive anger the only one able to help you escape.

Escape? Is that possible?!

For the first time in a long time, something that was not fury, hopelessness or regret seemed to blossom in my chest. While I knew that it could simply be a malicious spirit seeking amusement from those who were at their lowest in this expanse, I could not toss out the mere possibility of such an offering being presented to me. Because in all honesty, I was not stupid enough to not accept a helping hand which was clearly needed.

Mud Child anything is possible if I want it to be.

And I trusted that voice. No it was not because I had no other options, while yes that was a huge contributor as well, but also because the voice had made the abyss vibrate just with the sheer power present in it. Whatever this being was, it had much more power than the dark which was housing all these souls and only the presence of its voice had somehow disrupted the abyss. The abyss so daunting up till now, was not only vibrating but actually shuddering with each passing moment. As if the voice was not meant to be there.

And because it was a presence which shook the abyss, which I had come to hate with ever fiber of my long dead self, I uttered a promise which I should have come to regret sooner. I did not even hesitate because lets be honest none of us would have rejected an offer to leave, not even the other souls which had once again started wailing the moment the voice had spoken those words. Because it was a beacon not only to me but also them and if not me it could have probably chosen someone from the millions of souls littering the dark.

"please." That was the last time I begged anyone. "i'll do anything."

Oh Child. How you delight me.

A delighted snicker rung around the abyss making it quake. It seemed as if an earthquake was occurring in the void, a natural disaster as the being promised something I am sure must have violated a law of life. The quaking of the abyss was soon followed by a shiver running down my spine. So horrific. But horrific or not, that voice was my only savior.

I want a show then. These humans have come to bore me. I'll fulfill your hunger for power and all you will ever have to do is become one of mine.

Huh?

Those words may have thrown me for a loop but I will not deny that they also raised, this time, an excited shiver down my spine. The being not only promised an escape but also a purpose and a morsel to satisfy a craving I had no idea had become so deep since the moment I had come to the abyss. The hunger for power had become an all consuming black hole inside me and I had every intention of fulfilling it.

A child of Fire. You have to rise above the mudlings. Prove to them that fire does not bow to mud.

How do I do that?

Heh. You will know soon Fledgling.

And with another shudder the rumbling started, the sound of the wails rising and rising along with the increase in the quaking of the abyss itself. The sounds overlapping and resonating, with such an intensity that if I had ear drums I am sure they would have shattered, and making me place my hands on my ears only to realize how foolish such an action was. Nothing was going to help in reducing the sharp noise which seemed to only grow stronger and stronger.

Soon a harsh heat spread outwards from my chest and managed to encase my very being and for the first time in a long time I actually felt pain. The pain while numbing in its intensity still made me laugh out loud, because for once I was feeling. The abyss was losing its control over me and the pleasure that spread in me was so over-whelming that I managed to laugh like a lunatic through the pain and then I cried out again as a tugging started in my chest from the same place that the heat had spread. A whirling sensation soon started from it and I was feeling so much so suddenly that my nerve endings seemed to be extremely over-whelmed and seemed to become almost numb.

The whirling sensation soon seemed to spread and my whole body followed that whirling sensation, twisting and contorting me into a formless shadow that was pulled out from the abyss and the sounds of the screams became more and more distant with every hellish second. Hellish because I had never felt such pain even while I was being stabbed to death.

The only difference this time was the fact that I held no resentment towards this pain.

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Note:

Not the longest chapter but I just wanted my thoughts on paper. Oh and please be lenient this is not my first language. All I have is Passion for action/adventure fics.