Chapter One: Prolog

Disclaimer: I would not be here if I owned Naruto… besides I would have had Orochimaru burned to the stake, I hate pedophiles.

"You got my head spinning, no kidding" Japanese

"I can't pin you down" Spanish

'Give you're all to me and I'll give you all of me' Thought

"My heads under water, but I'm breathing fine" English

She was born to (19 year old) high school sweethearts on May 5th, 1998 at 2AM in a small hospital located in Colombia. Currently, she was 17 years old and finishing her last year of high school all the while continuing to sort out affairs (aka. College) for the next year. She wasn't necessarily the best student in the world, especially towards the beginning of high school where she barely had any passing grades… in fact her parents thought it was a miracle she was even graduating to be honest.

Overall one can say that the life of one Marivi Arteaga was an average one; she had a mom and a dad. And like most parents in this modern day and age, they had gotten divorced when Marivi was 12 years old (in 2010). Thankfully, her parents, Selena and Jose had parted on surprisingly good terms (mutual really, as the spark of their marriage had fizzled out years ago despite their various attempts to rekindle it) in the end. Marivi spent the majority of the year living with her mother and the holidays (as well as any available weekends) with her father.

She liked the arrangement, she had known since she was little that her parents were only together because of her. So their divorce wasn't really a surprise or unwelcomed to the pre-teen version of herself. To be honest Marivi could often feel the tension between her parents whenever they were in a room together before the divorce, it was stifling. So in a way it was liberating for her parents to separate, she didn't feel guilty for their deteriorating relationship anymore, and most importantly she wasn't holding them back. They had been miserable together, so Marivi had been accepting to her parents even though their decision drastically changed her life in order for them to find happiness…

Besides both of her parents had moved on with their lives and were happily remarried with budding new families on the way… it didn't hurt at all that her parents seemed to have forgotten their small-original-family of three so quickly, really!

To be fair though she did like her step parents and her three half/step-brothers.

Her dad had remarried in 2011 to a very normal-loving and completely unlike the evil step moms that you see on the telly or in any drama- Puerto Rican women named Luisa, she was a fellow divorcee and she had full custody of her seven year old son, John, from her first marriage. She was a good woman and very spirited like her dad, she had always made sure to make her feel included. Luisa had given birth to her half-brother Carlos Daniel in 2013; she had never seen her dad so happy.

Her mother on the other hand had remarried a strict but loving Japanese man (who lived in Tokyo, Japan with her mother, therefore so did she), Nakamura Yuki. He had never been married before, nor had any children of his own (not even nephews/nieces as he was an only child), and he had been rather awkward towards her at first… not that she helped in that department as she had been resentful and a bit (a lot) hateful towards him since it was his fault that they had to move to Tokyo from New York when she was 15. After her half-brother Mizuki, "Mickey," was born the previous year he had softened towards her. Marivi just guessed that parenthood had finally kicked him in the rear, but he was too late.

They all were really. Resentment had built up in her heart since her parents split and teenage bullheadedness had only made it worse. Sure she loved her parents and the new families they were building… but she felt so alone. She was like a spare part that wasn't really necessary for a machine to function properly, they didn't need her and they could live without her in the end.

At first it hadn't been so bad. Sure her dad had gotten married a year after the divorce… a little too soon, sure, but it was manageable. Then her mom got remarried two years afterwards and her dad had practically replaced her and had a kid, and just a year later her mom did the same thing! On top of that her mom's remarriage changed everything! She had to leave her home in the US, her dad and his family, all of her friends, school… hell she had to learn how to speak Japanese!

Hormones and teenage rebellion had hit her at a difficult moment of her life. Despite the fact that Marivi was definitely not an idiot by any standards, she was a solid B student in school (and she knowledgeable about a lot of things that other people called "useless" information, like how to navigate by reading the constellations in the night sky), unfortunately though she was still said hormone-driven teenager who went through a difficult time after the divorce, the sudden remarriages of both of her parents, moving to an entire new continent, learning a new and extremely difficult language, as well as the births of her half-brothers.

Marivi fell into a bad crowd at the beginning of high school, that is, after she learned to speak Japanese. She would cut class when she felt like it to go to the roof to smoke a joint, skip school entirely when there were exams and "forget" to do homework assignments regularly. She'd go out clubbing and sneak home in the early mornings drunk off her ass, she even got involved with gang affairs. She had various "boyfriends" that she'd fool around with for fun after she lost her virginity one of the first nights she went clubbing and had had less experience with drinking. Basically Marivi had been a mess. Broken. She was drowning, calling out in silence for help, but her family never came to save her from herself. They just never noticed. As both sets of her parents hadn't realized anything was going on, when she learned she was pregnant (after her birth control failed her) due to her carelessness, they had been so surprised.

Marivi on the other hand had just laughed bitterly at their expressions when she told them that Easter; it was needless to say that they hadn't taken it well at all.

Her 18 year old baby-daddy didn't want anything to do with the kid she was carrying and it didn't really matter to her either way as she had been planning on keeping him/her in the first place. She hadn't made the brightest of choices in her life, but she had morals. After watching her parents rebuild their lives (unintentionally) without her and have new kids, she realized that babies gave their parents unconditional love… and some part of her promised that if her irresponsible actions, yes she was aware that she was behaving rashly, led to some love-child she would keep the babe and raise him/her right.

It had been five months since she had come somewhat clean to her parents, she never really explained the reason why her life spiraled nor did she really forgive them for not helping her in her time of need, and she was in the process of getting her life together again. She hadn't been skipping classes or missing homework assignments anymore, after all her baby's Mum wasn't going to be a high school dropout even if it killed Marivi in the progress, she also cut ties with the majority of the people she'd been hanging with… not that she would have been able to see the majority of them anyway as her parents finally started paying more attention to her.

When they had realized the extent of misdoings that Marivi had been doing they had decided that they needed outside help in order for things to get better. In other words the entire family was going to therapy together. It's as bad as it sounds, but it did help. Her relationship with her parents was completely ruined at the beginning of the sessions but now it was only strained, mostly because she didn't want-was afraid-to reach out again. The therapist told her she was depressed because she felt rejected by the people who were supposed to love her the most and had developed self-depreciating (and self-hatred) tendencies, hence the sleeping around, because she felt she wasn't worthy or some shit. Personally Marivi thought the man was a little touched in the head as she had never really said anything to him in their "hour-long-get-togethers."

It was August, so she thankfully didn't have any classes at the moment with summer break in full swing. That was something that she didn't particularly like about Japan, summer vacation started too late and ended early. Her high school didn't even have air conditioning so the warmer months were agonizing to sit through in a class room. Unfortunately for her, classes hadn't really ended. Her parents, in an attempt to keep an eye on her without putting her in house arrest, were having her attend a summer class on Art (mostly drawing and painting) that the local library was hosting. The head librarian was a friend of her step-dad, so she let them know whether she made it to class on time and when she departed to go home. Currently though Marivi was finally on her way home, being pregnant was tiring beyond belief.

It was early evening now; the sky was starting to pink beyond the grey clouds that were sprinkled across the heavens as the sun started to disappear over the horizon. A gentle but humid summer breeze licked her cheeks playfully; carrying the smell of rain with it as it touched everyone walking promising more showers to continue to fall, and Marivi could still hear the ringing bell-like laughter of children at play. As she walked pass a store window, Marivi couldn't help but stare at the reflection of the girl-no-woman standing before her. She could barely recognize her own reflection staring back at her.

She was a petite thing, barely making 5" in height, and usually most of her (ex-)friends seemed to make her look like a dwarf when they stood by her. Her mid-thigh length hair was dyed an auburn color and was in two pigtails (reminiscent to how her favorite Addams character, Wednesday, used to wear her hair) ended half-way across her belly, a black and white beanie that she had knitted herself sat comfortably on her head. She had on a white summer-maternity-dress that flowed gently down to just above her knees was striking against her slightly tanned olive skin; a thin cotton black cardigan (that really wouldn't be able to shield any one from the cold) clung to her body, it didn't have any buttons and left wide open displaying her pregnant belly proudly. She wore cute black stockings that had a little panda on the knees where the socks then turned white from above the caricature underneath the dress (she had bought them at Hot Topic), her favorite ankle length black convers where snug on her feet as she took each step.

Her messenger bag followed the panda motif as it had several cartoon pandas in different poses scattered all over it, there was a cute panda plushy key-chain, as well as other rubber key-chains from popular manga/anime series that Marivi enjoyed to watch. Her bag carried her favorite giant (baggy) sweater that belonged to one of her cousins already in college that he has brought with her just in case it was freezing in the library, her sketchbook and art materials, her kindle, computer and iPod along with their chargers and headphones were tucked away in one of the "invisible" pockets. A small makeup bag and a maternity book had also been squished alongside her wallet, keys and a half-way full Contingo bottle (with vanilla tea). Her honey brown eyes framed by long dark eye lashes shined in the sunlight, a cute slightly up-turned nose rested on her heart shaped face, full pouty lips painted red were smiling gently at the scene. 'Dear lord, I have changed.' she mused absentmindedly.

Her round protruding belly didn't take away from the woman's beauty, it enhanced it. She was glowing with joy and pride as she absentmindedly rubbed her tummy with love. She was a mother, a young one, but a mother.

She could hear the older lady's nearby criticizing-gossiping really-the "youth of today" after they had caught sight of her, Marivi couldn't help the mischievous and smug smile pull on her lips as she haughtily looked at them momentarily before she visibly dismissed them by rolling her eyes and moving forward. Thankfully she was able to stifle her laughter at their sounds of indignation; it was always fun to play with the house wives.

The sky had darkened considerably since her walk home had started; thankfully the streets of Tokyo were still full of as much life as Manhattan's Times Square, so she wasn't too nervous. 'Next time,' Marivi promised herself silently, 'I'll go home earlier, I don't particularly want to walk in the dark on my own…'

She was about three blocks away from the apartment complex she lived in with her mum and step-dad when she saw it. She had been passing by the alleyway of a family restaurant that her parents really liked when she saw a mysterious ethereal-like glow coming from next to the trash bin.

"Got a Secret; Can you Keep it; Swear this One you'll Save; Better lock It in Your pocket; Taking this One to The grave…." The creepy ringtone blared from the little pocket her cardigan had, scaring half of her life away.

"Shit.. fuck, I have to change mum's ringtone… it's only funny when other people freak out not me…" Marivi mumbled in her native tongue as she fumbled to answer her now very over protective mother.

"Mami? What's up? I'm almost home…" Marivi asked semi-curiously as she heard the clangs of pots and pans, her mom was probably in the middle of making dinner when she had decided to call her only daughter to see what was taking her so long.

"Hey baby, that's good I was wondering where you were… you were taking too long. Your usually home by now." Her mother's gentle voice asked concerned.

"I'm three block away, Ma. I'll be home in like five minutes.." Marivi informed her mother as she was about to keep walking home before the glow from the alleyway, which had disappeared momentarily when her phone started ringing, returned at full force. "What… what is that?" Marivi whispered in awe and wonder as she slowly moved closer, her hand was resting protectively in front of her belly as the light seemed to pulsate with life.

"What's what? Marivi Rosa Arteaga! What's going on?" Her mother said now panicking, looking back on that day Marivi was certain that her mother had somehow known that she was never going to see her daughter again if she followed the light and she was right. "Come home right now! Nina, me esatas oyendo!? Respondeme!" her mother said now slightly hysterical as switched from Japanese to Spanish in her haste to get a response from her daughter. The instincts of a mother are never wrong.

The next thing she knew, Marivi had tripped on a Coca-Cola can that was on the floor and was falling through the weird light.

"Mami!" she shouted in panic turning as she fell so that she wouldn't land on her stomach, quite literally, into a "new" world.

Translation:

"Mami/Ma"=== "Mom; informal"

"Nina, me estas oyendo!? ¡Respóndeme!"=== "Girl/Child, can you hear me!? Answer me!"

Preview:

'What the hell is going on?' Marivi thought bewildered as she stared at the whiskered cheeked face of a very wide-eyed broken little boy staring mournfully back at her with the clearest blue eyes she'd ever seen from where he was hiding under a cardboard box.

"We should stick together, huh?" she told the lost-looking boy cuddling into her side, "That way, I'll never leave your side, and we'll never be alone, k?" she told him gently, staring into the hopeful cerulean blue eyes, "It's a promise of a life time." She told him extending her pinky and smiling lovingly at the boy when his own boney digit wrapped around hers.

"Promise." He repeated, agreeing, giving the woman blinding smile… he knew it too, she would never turn her back on him.

Author's Note: Yea, yea… I know, I'm insane for writing another story while I'm currently writing two others at the same time… but the idea wouldn't go away! I had actually had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while but I never had the chance to write it out before. If some people find that this first chapter/prolog is similar to another fic it's because I'm basing it off another story… who's name I really can't remember… only that the OC's name is Rae(/Ray?)…. Anyway if any of you guys know what it's called please tell me! Other than the fact that my OC arrives to the Naruto universe by falling into bright light and making friends with a much younger Naruto, it's going to be very different from aforementioned fic whose name escapes me…

Anyway if any of you read my other fics, like 'Across the Sea we Found It,' you will know that this isn't my first teen pregnancy fanfic… the truth is I have two close friends that are teen moms and I respect them so much that I've kinda incorporated that into my stories… Hehehe… Any way I haven't decided the gender of the baby yet, maybe I'll make a poll… you guys should vote for it! I'll be updating this fic monthly like my other stories! Enjoy!

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