The White Demon of Konoha.

Naruto
M/M
G
The White Demon of Konoha.
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Summary
Red tainted the snow as the bullets went through my body, I fell backwards with a gasp and incredulity flashing in my face. That fucker had really shot me! And had even the audacity to cry as if he regretted it! “I’m sorry, Marco. I really am...but you can’t get in the way of my love.” Bitch! I was trying to save your sorry ass from that girl and this is what I get?! You really deserve each other, backstabbers the both of you. Hope she eats your heart, asshole. My death was crude but fast. And even as I choked on my own blood as I cursed my now ex-best friend and partner, I couldn’t say I had many regrets. I had lived my life just as I wanted, enjoying the freedom that comes with doing what I wished without concerning myself with nonsense like good or evil. So when the reaper came, with frostbitten lips and void in where the eyes should be, I allowed myself a smile and took his hand. To be sincere, I was kinda expecting hell. I was no saint, after all. But nothing would have prepared me for what actually happened… Being transported to the Naruto verse, trapped into the body of a twelve years old girl with pink hair and green eyes.
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Prologue

“Fuck you, Hamura!” I raged, smashing my fist into the mirror. 

Being reborn in another person’s body was certainly not something I wanted; ever less when the shinigami put me on Sakura’s body. Not only because I disliked her a lot but because everything was just screaming wrong wrong wrong wrong as I had to see her imagine reflecting my actions. 

I was not a girl and this entire experience was making me sick, which in turn dumped the mood of what could have been the greatest thing to ever happen to me: Travel to Naruto’s verse. 

Ok, ok, calm down. I thought while pulling my bleeding shaking fist to my chest (Ugh, eww.) and closed my eyes. This world has a way to change one's body. Sakura knows this jutsu so in theory I should also be able to use henge. 

Knowing very well that until I had my equipment back, I would be too upset to think clearly I quickly used henge on myself. 

When I opened them, I breathed with relief. Not a girl anymore. 

But not my old self, either. No, I looked like a kid version of Tobirama Senju. Aw, he was such an adorable thing. 

“This is much better.” I smiled with relief, not only I was back being a boy, I was also a cute looking one. I just loved how red eyes went with white hair! “Now I guess I should try and see where in the timeline am I…” I frowned,” Season one for how Sakura looked but I don’t see the headband…” 

I looked around and yes, there it was. The headband was sitting on the bureau. Ok, that was good. For what I could see it was brand new, so maybe episode three? I looked at the clock, it was still early, barely six in the morning. 

I had time to put my shit together before the academy opened and we were required to attend the teams election. 

“Huh, how do I know that?” The scowl grew heavier. 

It seemed as if I had Saskura’s knowledge even if I was missing the memories. That was good, a thing less to worry about. Now, if everything else was the same…

“I can throw the plotline into the toilet!” I say with the biggest of smiles, while chuckling evilly to myself. I had always hated the ending of the manga, now that I was actually here, well, there was little to nothing that could stop me from getting what I wanted. “Oh, I will have so much fun with this!” 

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