I was never afraid of dying. I lived my life to the fullest and expected it to be cut short, all because of my dangerous profession. I expected to die young. I expected hell. What I did not expect was for this shit to happen. OC-insert.

Inspired by Silver Queen's "Dreaming of Sunshine." Ripples turn into waves and crash upon the shores of what is and what could be, and I was just someone else who got pulled under. I didn't realize that even a drowning person makes waves of their own. A SI OC story.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged that an Uchiha in possession of the Mangekyō Sharingan must be in want of a wife."

Obito became the Jūbi Jinchuuriki and consequently got smacked to oblivion and back, with words and Naruto's fists. He died protecting the hailed boy of prophecy and his bonds, a smile on his face as he went to join Rin and Minato in the afterlife. But things didn't go as expected, and it seems that life has more plans for him… Time-travel.

A foul-mouthed, snarky and genre savvy jaywalker finds herself decorating the asphalt and reborn into a stratocracy where child soldiers are the norm. People she comes to care for will die and she's unwilling to play the hero… but as Kurenai, maybe she has to. Or not. [SI]

Part 1 of the Criminals 'verse. Obito snatches up the abandoned bottle, jogs three steps, and hurls it with all the force he can manage at the back of the white-haired litterer's head, snarling, "Hey, asshole! It's called recycling!"