Naruto Fanfiction Naruto Meets His Younger Self นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But he just try it out. After a minute of waiting, their rival then came out and meet them. They all greet them and introduced themselves to them. "I'm Naru. The other 2 people are Ryoma and Yuji. We're a student here. But we're not talented as what did you know. We are just a normal drawer. Well, Nice to meet you."

I look at him to see if he’s heard it, he nods. “Who’s that?” He whispers. “I think it’s me...” A girl runs out with a dog; she looks like me when I was younger. I grab him and pull him behind a tree, I don’t know if she can see us, but I don’t want to risk it. “You? How?” “A younger version of me. I think this is a memory.” I follow her slowly. “Where are you going?” He whispers; I ignore him, still watching my younger self; she skips through the forest, a dog chasing her. A dog? I’ve never had a dog, nor do I remember ever coming out by myself to play in the forest.

He asked. Immediately he finished with his statement, a headache struck me again as I felt my vision blurry. It was like I was trying to remember things that happened a long time ago as memories came crashing back. I could see my ten-year-old self, laughing and playing with my parents. Suddenly… "Arrgghh…" I screamed. "Hey, hey. It's fine. I'm sorry. It's okay. Naomi…look at me. It's okay. I'm here. I won't speak of your father again." Hunter tried to talk me out of it.

Noe stood up while admitting her mistake but instead smiled slyly. "Leave me alone with Violet, you don't have to bother!" Nay pulled me, the three of us teleported to my dorm room. "Darling, we have actually met before. In the previous world you were 19 years old not 17 and also 36 years ago in this world." Nay pushed my body lay down then she lay down in my arms. "This is the third encounter?" "Yes, even though we have lived for hundreds of years in this world and met you in less than 2 years, you are the only one who has us." Nah look at me.

Nunny told him. I watched as he flipped the book and opened it. On that page were my name and my date of birth. As he flipped through the pages, I saw my encounter with the necromancer and a few of my less horrifying dreams. I then saw the page where I’d met him. I was fourteen, but there were deep indentions in those sentences. “Why is it like this?” Jarren asked.

He drifted into serious thought. There was still another sound but this time a book moved, almost falling off the shelf, he quickly held on to it and pulled it out to have a closer look. He flipped the pages but there was just writing. He sighed and wanted to return it to that spot on the shelf, as he raised his head slowly he glimpsed a sudden appearance of a face that was now staring back at him, "Hinata!!" He muttered almost yelling, as his both eyes were now fixed on her sour face, she looked rather too nervous and it was showing vividly on her angelic face.

They looked at me and my mother just turn around and I can hear her whimpers. They are fighting because of him again. [Him? Who is Him?...I am currently experiencing a throwback from my past. I can see the younger me and my parents.] The younger me looked down, I just realized that she is holding something. I look at him. All of a sudden. I heard a baby cry. I looked at the one I am holding and confirmed my thought. My past self is holding a child- I cannot tell how old he is but he is sure very young.

I wished someone would love me just as much as Nathan loved her. This was I and Nina's first mating ceremony, but it was Nathan’s second. The first one was when he was twenty, but unfortunately, he didn’t find his mate. Obviously, his mate wasn’t of age yet; I was only sixteen then, and Nina was fourteen, so neither of us could participate. But now Nathan is twenty-four, I’m twenty, and Nina is eighteen, so Nathan is certain that Nina is his mate.

I reach out a hand to my younger self, offering it with a tentative smile. He hesitates for just a moment before placing his small hand in mine. It’s a simple gesture, but it feels monumental in its significance. Together, we walk out of the house that holds so many painful memories, stepping into the light of the forest. The figure of my younger self next to me begins to glow, his body being enveloped in a bright white light. “Thank you,” he says softly. “For showing me that it’s okay to be me.” And with those final words, his body becomes obscured from my view as the light completely envelops him before gradually dissipating.