Prologue: Death
The streets are a complete disaster, people are walking all over the place, cars are stopped in their tracks in the middle of a random street, the ambulance and police sirens are at full force forcing people to either look away from the incident that happened here, a singular body slumped in the middle of the street, blood flowing out of the hole recently made in his hearth, growing colder each passing second.
[So silent]
He thinks, young Alex, 22-year-old and medical student, his heart is still trying to pump blood through his being to keep him from dying but is failing miserably, the people in front of him are moving their mouths and trying to get him to answer while trying their hardest to keep him stable, the thing is... he is hearing nothing.
[So Peaceful~]
He thinks once again, everything is in chaos, he is dying and everyone in the vicinity is trying to keep him alive, yet he feels so peaceful at everything, so he let his mind wander off.
[How weird? a medical student yearning for death? what a joke!]
The rest of his senses begin to fade away, his pain recedes into numbness, his vision blurs and begins darkening, making the stormy night that more deep, slowly, his own hearth gives up along with his entire body. The brain begins a last-ditch effort, playing his entire life in mere seconds, desperately trying to cling into dear life.
[Boring...]
[...]
[I wished for at least something more]
His last voluntarily thought before his instincts take over, lack of oxygen and severe blood loss making it impossible to do anything, the brain shuts down not before it increases its activity just in case it missed something.
"..."
[...]
Defeat and death...
Alex Valentino - 22 years old - Cause of death: bullet wound through the hearth - Actual cause of death: Brain death
A man known as a former medic student in college, not many friends and no remaining family members, he was partaking in a part-time job to earn enough for him to live for himself, was assaulted with a weapon after trying to stop a kidnapping which got him 5 shots, only the last one was considered fatal.
Notes: He left a lot of debt behind, nothing else, forgettable...
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Or that's how it's supposed to be...
A mere seconds from Alex perspective everything begins anew, without his consent, opinion, or input, he is just input again into the wheel of reincarnation just like everything else that has a soul to speak of, just like the last time it happened, but this time something different happens.
Desire... a strong will to do something
His very soul, the thing that only gives emotions to things that are considered alive stars having a will... something deemed near impossible, especially for a soul born in relative peace. Yet the souls formed a will on its own far stronger than the pull of the natural cycle, disrupting it, changing its predetermined fate through willpower alone, something. again. very difficult to do.
Generally, these souls begin wandering their place where they were last reincarnated since their will is still there, this is how vengeful spirits, areas of negativity, and cursed objects work, but this soul doesn't follow this path, it instead only defied the path that it should have took and wandered trough the abyss of nothingness.
An unimaginable amount of time reaching the millions of trillions had to pass in order to be picked off again into the wheel of reincarnation since the will belonging to this soul was not enough, the entire universe had gone through multiple faces before collapsing and beginning a new since even universes can be reborn.
The soul gets to reincarnate again, so much time, but since a soul doesn't experience time, because you require more than feeling to tell the passing of time, it only took mere seconds from its perspective to be reincarnated into a new world.
|Alex POV|
After his sense faded away, it only took a minute of deafening silence to be interrupted by light, blinding light that did not give up into annoying the heck of Alex, his mind wanders into trying to reach for the switch to turn off the light that used to be in his room before it hits him.
[The fuck? how I'm alive?]
Before he even begins to understand what is happening to him it hits him.
Regret... painfully aware of regret it hits him like a truck, running in over and making every sense in his body as he gets to remember every single detail of his life that his brain kindly showed him before.
His first love, how he could NOT even declare it because he was afraid, he knew that being rejected would hurt him, but the mere thought that she would stop being his friend over his feelings made him terrified. How could he think any other way? the only friend that even helped him and saw more than the 'smart' Alex being a stranger?.
He could not... he, in his logical mind, thought that he rather play it safe and just enjoy the friendship, and only now did he see how much it actually hurt him.
He could not form meaningful connections with the opposite gender because of his fear of being in the same situation all over again, only even being acquaintances.
The way he treated his family, he always treated them more than roommates, too flawed and too idiotic to even be considered functioning adults, yes, they did show his love but c'mon!!! how can a dad be addicted to drugs, alcohol, and cigarette at the same time!!!
Mom was also not better, using too many tactics to somehow 'Forget' the money she owned while being extremely aware of everything that she did so she could guilt-trip him as if she needed to be thanked for giving birth to a baby that didn't even ask. to make it even worse, both of these people hated their guts, only being friendly over the pretext that they are a family.
But even then, he cared.
He never was someone who enjoyed being surrounded or even being with too many people, to put it into words, he liked being alone not lonely!!
Yet not even 2 years into high school his mother died, his father was completely shaken to the very core and just cried. in silence. in the corner of the room since it was 'your deserved spot as the dog you are' like mother used to tell him.
Alex was in grief but, seeing his dad like that really did not change him... only now it got to him just how pathetic his dad was... and how not even once he asked for help from anyone, the man only worked for his family and addictions. now he sees the man who gave up after the person who gave meaning to his life before disappeared, only continued living because he could not live through that again.
Slowly... the mind of Alex gets overwhelmed with grief, sadness, hatred, and a myriad of emotions that not even he himself could thin of feeling, too much for his young adult mind, making him his body shitter and too sensitive and finally, break the lid that contains his emotions.
"Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh"
He cried, he cried until he could not anymore, the world slowly began to become slightly more clear, but still, in a daze, he was hugged with such tightness and fondness that he could not stop himself from remembering his mother when he was a child and so... he stopped and started sleeping peacefully.
[...]
"He's already spent!"
A weak woman's voice says as she cuddles closer to the newborn baby, taking in all of his features since she herself will not make it to see the next day.
"Have you decided on a name yet?"
A medic asks, he himself doesn't know how much longer can the woman even be alive. The woman gives a nod, after inspecting his son, her only mark on the world that she even existed, she decides on his tomato-colored hair, deciding that something badass should be enough.
[Oh.. he will hate me for sure]
She lets of a giggle, the person presents startled at the being smile of a dead man, or more like a dead woman who is fronting death with a toothy grin as if defying fate itself, nobody really knows that she really did.
"Chisuke"
She giggles again at her own stupidity in the meaning of the name.
[Blood and help huh? I wonder how he will take it!!]
"Chuzuke Uzumaki... not really pretty but at least cool"
she says, barely audible to anyone who's not a ninja, her breathing slowing down and she hugs her son.
"I guess we I also need to sleep"
deafening silence once again...
[...]
"..."
"is s-she..?"
"Yes, I don't sense any pulse or chakra signature"
Ena Uzumaki, died hugging her son with a smile on her face.