Life 1: A Fluttering Chance

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Some say the chance of a butterfly fluttering its wings can change time through even the most trivial insignificant action... Nevertheless, every action has an outcome a consequence and aftermath. Just like how someone changes their mind so frequently the world alters to that change and alters itself.

Some call this a fluttering chance almost impossible to occur- however, every unthinkable, absurd, impossible action Is possible.

This is called the butterfly effect and has been exemplified in millions of walks of life. Including how on the night of the raging kitsune-- A certain white-eyed fellow died alongside his wife- How millions of civilians resisted death due to the fourth shadows quick-thinking- Or how peoples perceptions on Ramen changed- Prior to this a whole lot of things became different as history was changed for the better.

The cause is... Fate does not decide who you are or what you become... Karma does not exist and Humans have their own free will...

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"Haruno Sakura... Sasuke... Uchiha..."

Hearing this was as if time itself stopped causing a certain pink-haired girl to revel in her 1 second eternity until the last words were spoken as she drew the most constipated face one could Ever imagine.

"Aaandd!!!"

"UZUMAKI NARUTO- Wake Up!!"

Hearing this a malnourished blonde merely refuted the stern voice as he said, "Ugh... Five more minutes..."

This, however, caused the stern adult to grow incredibly frustrated as he rushed to the boy who was sat at the window seat facing the window as he napped on his table.

Once there he slammed his table so hard the wooden desk began to form cracks in every corner causing excess wood to drop to the ground like atomic bombs to the blonde's elf-like ears.

"Aaaaarrrrggghhh!!"

Rang out a long scream as the boy stood up suddenly hitting his thighs across the table as he fell over his bench falling to the ground before then rolling across the stairs until he had a run-in with the Akuma.

Seeing this happening Sasuke rushed to the blonde as Sasuke gently picked up the fainting Uzumaki- who still had an eye open as his last thought was.

'Didn't know Sasuke was so cute'

After this, his eyes closed due to the incredible pain on his incredibly malnourished body making one think whether the kid even ate... At all.

Holding onto him tightly Sasuke glared at Iruka for causing such an incident to happen, however, the man paid no heed to the fallen blonde as he moved on to the next team.

"Nara Shikamaru... Akimichi Choji... Yamanaka Ino"

"Next Team..."

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Suddenly Naruto landed in a body of water as he felt his 'clothes' become moist, but to call his wearables 'clothes' would be too flattering for the pair of orange rags as they had numerous holes and sewing marks on the seams.

As if it had been thoroughly chewed out leaving only a husk of its former self behind. Truly disgusting and smelly as well causing one to almost vomit at the sight of such 'clothes'.

However, as he slowly got up he rubbed his eyes causing him to focus on where he was... A sewer system maybe, but he didn't do anything wrong today.

Maybe a prison or an abandoned building, just what did he do Now that the villagers had to put him in this eerie and desolate isolated prison of sorts.

Though the isolation was pretty much normal for the young blonde, and the only way to interact with others was to cause... Trouble for... Attention.

He just wanted other people's attention to show them He existed too, however it was to avail- the only time he'd played with them was when they played hide and seek near a lake.

However, they never found him more like they NEVER looked for him as he wandered off into who knows where he remembered that day... It was the day he got into a fight with a wild animal a huge monster that completely obliterated him.

It lefts so many scars and scratches that his body looked as if it was naturally red in colour.

As he remembered tufts of his hair was ripped off falling to the ground slowly.

He remembered the time he asked for some leftover food where the whole restaurant became silent until the head chef smashed the plates he was holding near the boy's bare feet causing a couple of gashes on his feet as they stung like hell.

It was so painful and such a negative sensation he couldn't forget the pain.

Or the time he got sniped at discreetly from all directions with stone pebbles causing innumerable bruises upon his hands and legs.

The thought of crying hit him at first but soon afterwards he realised there was no use, crying was a weak emotion- nothing would come of it.

It's not like crying would give him free water, cereal or milk.

No, he'd have to steal and pickpocket to get enough money to buy his outdated foods discretely in order to not arouse suspicion.

And the fact that he could heal from all his injuries further heightened the suspicions of his birth, he felt like the reason he was hated by the village was because of his inherent abilities.