So not happening!

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ When humans face death they'll do everything in their power to survive, even at the cost of others. That's how greedy and selfish human kind is.

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Prologue: So not happening!

Pain.

Terrifying. Horrendous. Pain.

I clenched my teeth, trying to breathe but the pain was too much. I couldn't even concentrate. I couldn't think.

I. Was. Fucking. Helpless.

And there was nothing I could do.

My legs felt like something was pulling them with torture instruments, the ones they used back in the Middle Ages, which my history teacher had explained it so well...

A black-headed girl around the seventeen was looking with awe as her history teacher was explaining the function of a specific torture instrument.

"...The echelle more commonly known as the "ladder" or "rack" was a long table that the accused would lie upon and be stretched violently. The torture was used so intensely that on many occasions the victim's limbs would be pulled out of the socket and, at times, the limbs would even be torn from the body entirely. People referred it as 'the most severe and cruel pain in the world' ..."

The images were fading away and I could swear I could hear my joints crack from the strong force. Shutting my eyes tightly, I tried to move my fingers, legs, anything …but failed miserably. What was happening? One moment I was walking towards my friends' house and the next I fainted? And when I woke up I was greeted by pain.

One I couldn't even imagine.

Could I be in hell?

If so, why? How?

I wasn't a saint but I wasn't evil either. Was this a punishment? Did I deserve this? Was it my fault? So many questions and no answer, no reply. I couldn't scream even though I wanted nothing more. The air around me seemed to get thinner and I was starting to breathe rather difficult. My arms and legs were pulled, stretched, twisted in the most awkward angles and the pain that came with it was excruciating. Copper invaded my mouth and if I could I would've grimaced in revulsion but seeing how special my case was I couldn't.

Another silent scream left my dry throat as I felt the pulling change from my limbs to my fingers and toes. This time the pain seemed to grow in an inhumanly way. If I was dying then I prayed that death would come soon.

Rest.

It sounded so wonderful and I could almost taste it but unfortunately another wave of pain made me scream again.

Another silent one.

Would this torture never end?

As if it wasn't enough my body seemed to be in fire. It started from a hot sensation to being burned alive. My veins felt overcooked and I screamed.

Screamed like never before.

That was when my ears picked up a shrill scream, one that made me long for death. It was some moments later when it was clear to me that those screams belonged to none other than myself. The voice came from my scratchy throat. I couldn't feel anything under me, only air.

My eyes were still squeezed shut, trying to hide from the blackness that was invading my thoughts. I was scared and tired.

When would this end?

Was there even an end to this?

Millions of thoughts were swarming in my head and none sounded appealing to me. Each second felt like days, each minute felt like months, each hour felt like a year.

After some time I was got used to the pain and my body became numb. The pain became an itch, annoying and irritating me as hell.

Until…

I felt something under me, something hard. My eyes snapped open when the pain seemed to ascend even more and another scream tore from my throat. My whole body was sore, bleeding and my throat was dry and scratchy. I felt dead but then why could I feel pain?

If that wasn't enough my body started to convulse. It felt like something was forcing itself inside of me. Some kind of thing that was foreign to my body which was fighting against the "invaders". Oh joy, something was getting inside of my body and I was losing. As if my situation couldn't get any worse... My immune system was too weak; my whole body was aching and I knew that inside my body was in chaos.

How pathetic… I would die all alone and nobody could help me or even end my life. Warm liquids slithered out of my body, making me feel sticky and disgusted, not that I cared about it anyway, the pain clouding my entire mind.

Life couldn't get any more painful than this.

Or could it?

I prayed to God that it wouldn't. Just let me die… please…

My pleas were unheard or ignored, I chose the latter since I was taught that God could hear anyone. Then why wouldn't God help me? Wasn't I good enough? Was I a bad girl? I never killed someone. I never hurt someone just some little catfights with my siblings. I was a normal grown-up female around the twenty going to college, trying to find a place in society.

Then I fell unconscious, eyes fluttering shut; the darkness pulling me to nothingness. I wanted to sleep and never wake up. The only thought that swarmed inside of my head was that I felt ashamed of myself. I didn't do anything special in my entire life.

I was a failure.

A nobody..

-:-

The next moment when I had opened my eyes I felt nothing.

What happened to the pain? Where was I anyway? A chill escaped me and it felt like I was lying under a metal table. Looking around I met only a white room where the paint was falling off and a table full of instruments next to the metal bed.

What happened to me?

Another shiver ran down my spine. It was frosting cold and I tried to warm myself up with – amazingly enough! – my painless hands. Inch by inch I sat up, being welcomed by nothing and no one.

I didn't recognize this place. However a bad feeling, more like my instincts, was nagging at me, trying to tell me that I was in danger. One moment I was walking towards my friend's house and the next I was here? This got to be a sick joke, there were no explanations to it. Only that.

"It seems you're awake, my child." A sickening sweet voice echoed around the room. A voice I recognized from somewhere but I didn't know from where; it was on the tip of my tongue.

The room went cold, even more than before. Was that even possible? Rubbing my eyes, I searched for the voice but I found no one. Weird…I'm hearing voices in my head... Was I going crazy?

"Ku ku ku … I'm here." The voice seemed to mock me, laughing with my stupidity.

Hearing those words made my whole body freeze. No. Fucking. Way.

I turned my head towards the voice – somehow feeling too little in my body, which was stupid! – and the person I found was someone who couldn't be real. Was this even freaking possible?

Because before me was none other than Orochi-fucking-maru.

My breath hitched in my throat, my body was shivering like I had the worst fever ever, my eyes were wide in fear. I couldn't control myself. I felt so helpless and terrified beyond words.

…And I just fucking pissed my pants.

I hoped he wouldn't notice... Who was I kidding? He was a freaking ninja with awesome super-powers, he would notice the smell by now. Great, just great… Could it be more humiliating?

That aside, how come I was even here? I had read awesome fictions were someone gets thrown into the Naruto universe only to be dropped somewhere close to Konoha where they would be helped by Konoha-nins and become a Mary-Sue. Not this!

What should I do?

What should I do?

What should I do?

What should I do?!

"Cat got your tongue?" Another chuckle left his snaky throat and I shivered again. I could tell that he was losing his patience so I acted quickly.

I shook my head, my body still shivering uncontrollably, trying to formulate a plan until later.

Act now, think later.

"W-who ar-re yo-ou?" I stuttered out, trying to play the frightened child, not that it would work in my case since I was like twenty years old. I could try, it would never hurt. Or in this case killed. But it would fail anyway, this was Orochimaru. Nothing would save me. My death was already warranted the moment he set his eyes on me.

Wow, it seems God does really hate me. So my father did tell me the truth. Hmm…

"You can call me Lord Orochimaru." A wicked grin appeared on his face, another shiver ran up my spine. "Where do you come from?"

His tongue slipped out his mouth to wet his dry lips, his sharp fangs appearing. Something I had seen many times and something that made my body shake even more. "I-I do-on't know-w. W-where a-am I, Lord Orochimaru?" I asked again while observing the room, his name rolling of my tongue, even if I didn't want to say it.

It seemed like one of the labs of Orochimaru and this fact made me scared shitless.

"You're in my base. I found you near a waterfall." Narrowed eyes scrutinized me, trying to find the truth out of me. After a while he gave up and circled around me like a predator would do to his prey.

"I see..." He said again after my examination. Can you hear the sarcasm dripping off my words? No? Well I could.

Then he left me just like that. My eyes bulged out as I was left all alone in the scary-crazy laboratory from the wicked professor or Sannin. Though a sigh of relief left my throat and I moved my limbs to sit on the metal table. Listening carefully, I heard nothing or that snake was being exceptionally quiet. A ninja like his calibre could do that. So, I waited.

And waited.

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And waited.

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… and waited.

Nothing happened. It was then that I jumped off the table only to fall ungracefully on the ground. What. The. Hell?

"Ugh… what…?" I asked myself as I slowly tried to get up. Rubbing my eyes with my chubby hands I tried to keep the tears- Wait what?!

Chubby? Tears?! I never cried that quick, heck, I hated crying! There were special cases of course because at times of frustration and extreme self-pity I had all the rights to cry. Can't blame me for being human!

I looked down not seeing my slender, grown-up hands but chubby, baby hands. When I saw the rest, well let's just say it was not a pretty sight. I did the only thing that every human would do in my situation: simple, I screamed. "This is not happening..?! So not happening! The hell?! This isn't right!," I was pacing from left to right, biting my nails, "I never asked for this!" Why couldn't they place me in a canon character. Everything should be better than to be stuck into a baby body!

After fifteen minutes, I got tired and was trying to steady my breathing, tears falling down. I could be dreami- Uhh, having a nightmare – I corrected myself mentally – right?

Right.

I could try to wake up by biting myself or physically hurt myself.

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… twenty bites later and nothing happened.

Another sigh escaped my throat and I forced the snot back in my nose. I was looking pitiful, I knew that I looked like a homeless grown-up-turned-child. If I could estimate myself I would look like a four-year old child. This was it, I couldn't deny it. I was sent into another dimension into a child's body.

Wow, talk about fan fiction. Some kind of messed up person who wrote these kind of stories must be sick in the head to drop the person in the arms of Orochi-teme.

"Whoever is up there, thank you." I stated sarcastically, glaring at nothing.

The sound of clapping made me jump in the air. Whirling around I met with Orochimaru's eyes that looked like a snake; hungry and dangerous. "Your intelligence seems very high for a three-year old. What's your name?" He asked in a sweet voice, one that made me see green but I withhold those feelings. I didn't want to die… again?

That was a good question. Did I die?

Why should I stutter anyway? Orochimaru would kill me anyway. I gulped as I answered, "My mother told me not to talk to strangers, Lord Orochimaru."

He chuckled darkly; the voice was so evil. He oozed evilness out. "Now, now, I saved your life. The least you could do is tell me your name." He ordered me, knowing full well that I would understand his hidden message and would not disobey him.

I gulped again, not wanting to make him angry. "M-my name is ...Keiko." I couldn't give him my real name. He would only stare at me with an odd expression on his face, wondering where I came from. Second, my name was not Japanese, so Keiko was perfect.

...It was also the first Japanese name that came into my mind.

"Keiko. A lovely name for a lovely child. Now, would you like to become a ninja, Keiko-chan." He added the affection suffix whether on purpose or not, the action stayed the same and it made me sick in the stomach. Would he rape me? He was known to be a paedophile, right? The same with Sasuke; he wanted his freaking body. Does that sound sane to you?

Not to me, if you're wondering.

I narrowed my eyes, looking him in the eyes – even though I didn't want to… - "What's the catch, Lord Orochimaru?" I asked him stiffly, knowing that this man wouldn't do anything for free.

An eye for an eye.

"Ku ku ku … you're such an intelligent girl, Keiko-chan." Another crazy grin lit up his ugly fucked-up face.

"…You remind me of Michael Jackson." I said impulsively and without thinking. God, was I stupid or what?

"…"

"Hehe… he was a famous singer." I grinned sheepishly, trying to fight of a shiver at the idea of smiling at Orochi-teme. "Who I admired a lot..." Looking closely I could see the resemblance what with the pale face and black hair.

"…"

"You didn't answer my question, Lord Orochimaru." I reminded him while he stood there with that fucked-up face looking at me. Would he want to train me and use my body as his new vessel? Hell no! I wouldn't let him do that but if he did …could I stop him like Sasuke did? I knew that answer and let me tell you that it was a big no, I would be killed with a click of his fingers. Who was I?

A nobody.

A failure.

… even in this world I was useless. I couldn't help Naruto or any of the canon characters. What did I have?

Hmm…

A weak three-year old body with knowledge of the past, present and future but it was useless. I wouldn't tell him anything about that. That was something dangerous and I didn't want to play with Fate. Nu-uh, I would rather try to live even if it was so short.

"Well to make you stronger. Do you want to become a strong kunoichi?" He asked me in his sugary voice – Man, what I would like to barf in his face and apologize, but that was asking for a painful death so no… - as he eyed me carefully.

What could I say? If I said 'no' then he would kill me without hesitation or worse, use me as a victim for one of his sinister experiments.

But if I said 'yes' then he would train me harshly, making me beg for death.

How lovely. Whatever one I would choose it would not be pleasurable on my part. Then again why was he so interested in me? I wasn't anything special or was I?

Hmm.. it seems I don't have a choice in that matter.

Yes, it would be.

"…Yes, I would like that, Lord Orochimaru." I replied with an air of childish innocence, making my eyes twinkle. I wondered how I would look like? Was I still the same girl but back to my childhood or was I put in another body? Who knows? Maybe I would be in an awesome strong body that belonged to a Kekkei Genkai or even better Kekkei Tota! I was getting excited and didn't care when Orochi-teme rolled his eyes at my childish innocence. I wouldn't turn out into a crazy woman with a split personality. Nu-uh, I've read those stories and I kind of knew how that sicko acts and thinks. He was a manipulative bitch so I've got to act smart, I have to out-smart him, something that wouldn't be very easy since he was a prodigy kid in his prime years and still was considered as a prodigy.

We stood there opposite of each other, saying nothing. My fingers were twitching to do something. Anything. It was creepy as hell. "Let's go." He ordered without looking back to see if the small pudgy child would keep up with him. When we passed the dark hallways my whole body was shivering like crazy. I could hear moans of pain, screams and people begging for death. I liked horror-movies but this was ridiculous. How could someone stand this? Ah, I've got one answer for this wacked up question: Orochimaru.

Orochimaru send me one of his most sinister smirks I've ever had the unfortunate to see, "From now on, you're my property. I expect you to behave and listen to my every command. Understood."

That was no question, he meant it.

I nodded absent-mindedly, wringing my hands nervously. "Hai, Lord Orochimaru..."

"Good."

When we reached outside I was baffled to see a beautiful large clearing with Sakura trees (That's what they're called, right? Pink trees like Sakura's hair?) and aiming spots for kunai and shuriken. Further up was a big crystal river and somehow it felt like I was here before. Wow, déjà vu much?

"Did I fell here, Lord Orochimaru?" I asked him nonchalantly.

He hummed as if he was in his thoughts and then snapped out of it, looking at me with an intense stare, one that made me take a few steps backwards. "Start running laps until you drop on the ground." He ordered with his stern voice and when I hesitated he narrowed his eyes, making me shriek in fear.

"Right." I whispered softly, starting to run around. Did I mention that I hated laps and running? No? Well, let me re-phrase it for you guys, I fucking hate running or anything with running. I had a bad condition in my old (or was it new?) body and I avoided running like the plague. The running was so hard and taxing for my little body that I dropped on the ground after one lap and a half. I couldn't run anymore; my whole body was aching and screaming for rest.

"Get up." The fucking snake ordered again without any hint of sympathy. How could someone like him have sympathy with others? He was a cold cruel heart-less monster one that I was starting to hate even more.

Could you even hate someone who you hated with a fever?

Back in my world I had nicknamed my stupid father as Orochimaru but even he wasn't this cruel. Tears were already coming out but I tried to fight them back in a useless attempt. What the hell? I just woke up from a near-death experience and he wanted me to run laps? That shows how fucked up he really was.

Hiruzen should have killed him a long time ago.

He lifted me up by his collar, "Sit." and dropped me on the ground.

I clumsily tried to get up but it was difficult when your muscles were protesting very hard. "Now try to search for your chakra." Quieter, "Fascinating..."

Those words made me freeze in my spot; I felt the adrenaline rush to my veins, my reflexes were getting sharper, my senses got stronger and my body was in a flight or fight stance. Did I hear him well? I fucking fascinate him? That was it! He wanted to use me as a vessel! No freaking way.

Oh my God, he would use me as a vessel. Oh God, please anything but that…

I was so screwed now. My breathing was getting ragged and I tried to focus on my breathing which was failing miserably.

WHACK!

I looked with my eyes wide at the snake-man who had bitch-slapped me in the face. "Stop acting so childish and start focusing. You need to find your chakra from within." He barked in an irritated voice. My breathing was still too ragged but it was getting better, even though I was fucking tired. Man, was I like a Hidan-clone or what?

Fuck! I was making him annoyed. Not good, not good at all!

"Gomen… sensei." I froze again when I called him sensei. Would he be angry or what? Peeking a glance at him through my lashes I saw him looking at me with an odd stare but he didn't get angry or anything in that matter. Does that mean I can call him sensei? Wow, I think Anko would be so angry now. Good thing she wasn't here. And why the hell did I call him sensei anyway?

"Close your eyes and try looking for your spiritual and physical energy." He said in his teacher voice? Was that even possible instead of his creepy 'ku ku ku-voice'?

Let me tell you that finding chakra was easy as pie but trying to control it was a different matter. It was so hard even I was getting angry at myself and it seemed that snake-man was getting angry too. "Focus!" He hissed angrily, making me almost pee in my pants again. My pants had dried up a long time ago. He was so scary when he was angry and I tried with all might to focus but it wasn't working. I was too afraid and it seemed he noticed too.

"Start running again." He ordered annoyed, making me gasp. Was this person normal?

…Ehh, no, not really.

I tried to get up but kept falling and only on my tenth try could I get up and even then I was walking-running clumsily. It was a sorry state but hey! I got an excuse, I'm a freaking three-year old girl. Was I even a girl? I didn't feel anything between my legs so I was a girl, right?

Oh dear lord don't turn me into a boy. Anything but that! I didn't want to have a dick! Although I would want to know how it would feel… Wow… rewind… I'm a sick pervert! I let my head drop down sullenly, not caring that snake-man raised one of his creepy brows. Shrugging, I started running a bit less clumsily. If I would turn into a pervert then I would read Icha Icha, something I was so curious about for a long time. I wanted to know why Kakashi kept reading it, and even Hiruzen was obsessed about it.

How good was Jiraiya?!

By the time I was finished I was dead tired. I couldn't even lift a finger and if one would look at me they would think I was dead, not that I wouldn't either. I would die in this rotten place anyway. I didn't care if snake-man would be angry only that I longed for sleep.

Oh sweet sleep how I long for thou.

Blackness.

And then nothing.