The White Demon of Konoha.

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.