Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters.
What: talking
The: thinking
Hell: Jutsu/demon/yelling talking
Chapter 1:
How did I get in this mess, I mean, I was just a regular guy watching movies, playing video games hanging with the guys and the next thing I know I am thrust into the god damn naruto universe and nearly getting on a by weekly basis and being put into war that I didn't want be anywhere near in the first place, but that is not even the most messed up part. That little gem belongs to the fact that when I first woke up here I was Naruto Uzumaki him-fucking-self. Honestly how does that happen in the real world, I mean this stuff is supposed to happen in syfy films or fanfiction stories where those characters that have a special trait that makes the story interesting not some guy that is incredibly boring like me. I can see that maybe I am getting a bit ahead of myself here, I should start at the beginning.
My name is Matthew Anderson, just your average guy. I am in my early 20's, 5'11" tall, tan skin, short brown hair, husky, blue eyes and I am kind of a Naruto fan, not overally so. Not overly smart or atheletic, average grades, and no real spiecal talent except maybe being able to six different things at once. Like I said just your average joe that mostly likes to keeps to himself. I have no idea what qualifies me for this kind of situation, but apparently the gods, fates or whatever higher form of power decided that I was good enough for whatever sick game its playing because I AM NOT GOD DAMN LAUGHING! And I am ranting again, got to work on that. Anyway, back to my story.
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I was just getting ready for bed doing my nightly ritiual after I walked the dog, you know like most people do. After I took care of everything, I laid down in my queen size bed and went to sleep. Before I went off to the land of dreams I decided to make a wish, I said " Sometimes I wonder what it would be in the world of Naruto." (Who knew such a simple question would turn a persons world upside down and leave very little explaination whatsoever about how or why it happened or needed to happen or it being a strock of a one and a billion chance of someone being a dumbass and hell of a lot of luck.)
While I slept, I don't really remember what I dreamt about except that there was alot of the color orange and had a strange sense of vertigo, you know like how you look over the edge of a building. Or when you are looking up at something really tall like a skyscraper. (When I think back about it now that should have been my first clue that something was up, huh?)
The next morning I heard an alarm going off, so I decided to feel for it so I could turn the damn thing off during which I was trying to remember why I turned it on the first place. (I swear that those things are evil half the time.)When I got up I was still half asleep so I didn't notice that I was in what appeared to be pretty poor apartment that was a mess. When I went to the bathroom to do my business I caught sight of the mirror and what I saw made me stop midstep and for my brain to shut down and basically put up a "Be Back Around Lunch" sign. It took me five minutes to blink let alone process what I was seeing. When it did process I did the only thing that any sane human being would do in this sort of situation, I screamed at the top my lungs "WHAT THE HEEEELLLLLLLL!", because what I saw in the mirror wasn't my face, instead what I saw was the face of one of my favorite characters Naruto Uzumaki.