Transmigration

Let me begin by saying this, death is not something I would like to experience again. In fact, I would do anything to not experience it. And I would never wish for anyone to experience it but alas, it is the fate of all things living.

You ask why?

Because of the gut-wrenching pain, the horribly cold feeling freezing the soul, and the primal terror shocking the mind. In any case, death absolutely unquestionably without any doubt sucks.

Now let's move on, after this horrible ordeal called death, I saw my body from above as if I was floating above it. I felt lighter than ever, my entire being felt free. It was a shocking change, one moment I was in extreme pain, and the next, I felt great.

The experience was surreal, to say the least.

I couldn't help look to the left and see the truck that refused to even stop after hitting me. Part of me felt enraged so I chased after it to pick a fight, my mind still not registering that I was a spirit of sorts.

Just as I reached the truck, to my surprise, a tunnel of light opened in front of me and engulfed me completely.

Suddenly I felt as if I was falling, my surroundings changed, the familiar street was no more, in its stead was an unknown space. Countless colors danced in a mysterious symphony as I fell and fell...

I tried touching the colors but they mostly evaded me, I only managed to touch one and felt something latch onto me but I didn't know what.

It lasted only an instant when I fell out of that space toward another one. I looked down and saw a planet... Before I could clearly see more, I sped up and before I knew it, I slammed very hard into something.

My eyes opened as I gasped loudly, my lungs greedily sucking the air in and out, my body covered in a cold sweat.

I began coughing and shaking a little, almost as if I had woken up from a horrible nightmare and my mind seemed still immersed in it.

It took me a minute to calm down as I sat up.

I turned to look at my surroundings with wide eyes, "Where am I?" I whispered to myself.

Everything was unfamiliar, from the walls to the furniture and items around in the house.

'It has a Japanese style?' I thought with confusion, 'What am I doing in a Japanese-style house? Is this the afterlife?'

I put my hand on the ground to stand up only to notice something wet making contact with my hand, I looked down with a frown and noticed a red pool under me.

I focused a bit more and noticed my body was seemingly covered in red, the clothes I wore were damaged as if cut by something.

My heart that was already beating fast nearly leaped out of its place by the sudden discovery, 'Blood?!'

I quickly stood up and walked backward, getting away from the pool, 'I was laying on a pool of blood, I am covered in it... I died on earth and now I am in this body here in these conditions...'

My mind quickly put two and two together, 'This can only mean that like those stories I read... I transmigrated?!'

The mere thought seemed absurd, those things were only stories, how could they possibly happen to me? But here it was, everything felt as real as real could be.

I put my hand on my heart, noticing it was going crazy, I quickly took deep breathes to calm down.

'No matter what, I have to calm down first. Usually, in this situation based on stories, the danger has yet to pass so I better hide.' I reasoned quickly and silently walked toward a table and hid underneath without making much sound. I noticed my body was much smaller than it was supposed to be but I ignore that fact.

As I sat, I saw a body not far with a pool of blood underneath it.

'A corpse! Wait a moment, do I have still have injuries?!' I thought and quickly removed my clothes and checked my body, to my relief, I was perfectly fine. This meant that the body was healed during the transmigration, somehow.

I sat there under the table beside the corpse while my upper body was naked, my body felt cold as I shivered. The dark house felt very sinister and frightening as if ghosts were around, ready to strike. Not to mention the horror of something unknown possibly lurking around, ready to kill me. The thought of dying again was perhaps the worst part.

I was overwhelmed with fear and my body shook due to it. My ears perked up listening to any possible sound. The silence made it even more sinister.

First, it was death, then the mysterious space, and now this hellish place... It was too much for my mind, I began hyperventilating...

I didn't know how long passed but someone entered the house. I fainted before I could see who it was clearly.

The next time I opened my eyes, a white ceiling greeted me.

I sat up and looked around, it looked like a room for patients in a hospital. I felt disoriented and very confused.

A nurse entered, she looked like an average nurse, her eyes held pity when looking at me which confused me more.

Seeing me awake, she quickly left the room and returned with a doctor.

"How are you feeling, Hiren-Kun?"

I felt weird, I knew that the language he was speaking in was foreign to me but somehow, I perfectly understood what he was saying and the moment I thought about how I wanted to answer, a sentence came to mind. I seemed to understand this language greatly.

'So my name is Hiren? Or rather this body...' I realized.

I replied smoothly, "A bit disoriented, where am I? What's going on? Who are you?"

The doctor sighed as he said, "You are in Konoha Hospital. I am afraid your clan... is no more."

I was taken aback for a moment, even more confused, 'Konoha Hospital?? Where is that?'

I asked for more information, "What happened exactly?"

The doctor paused for a while, thinking on how to say it, in the end, he answered, "The Uchiha clan was massacred by Itachi Uchiha, I am afraid only you and another survived."

I was shocked, the doctor seemed to notice that and he sighed in pity so did the nurse. They left the room.

Naturally, they had mistaken my shock. I wasn't shocked because of the massacre, I was shocked because only 1 world I knew had something like this happen in it, and it was a fictional one.

'I have transmigrated in Naruto...'