A/N: Hi readers, this is my newest fan fiction…sorry that I have yet to up date my more favored story… "The Most Screwed Up Things Happen to Us." Please forgive me, I love you –pouts- Anyway, don't ask how I came up with this story…it is rather odd. I just felt like writing it. I love you all for reading it .

Warnings: …Swearing and my violent actions.

Dedication: …Wal mart, cause it is an awesome place to go…they have sharpies there. I like sharpies.

Disclaimer: Uh…If I "owned" said series; Itachi would be wearing a very sluty dress and I would have him chained to my wall.

Note: This is my real name and I beg you people not to do something stupid, please? My dad works for the government and can fuck your lives up. And no…that isn't the name of the Manager…never met him anyway.

Key: This is for my narration "This is for Speech" Italics are for thinking and bold is…well for highlighting?

Test Run

Prolog: The Meeting

"Nicole, I want you to work the register tonight." I look up from tying my black shoes and at our manager; Mr. Rowel, a look of disgust adorning my face.

"You have got to be kidding, I hate people." My beloved friend laughs at me.

"You're gonna have to suck it up Nikkie! And deal with 'dem folks." She grins at me through her long and straight brunet hair.

"Fuck you Liz, you're a retard."

"Aw, how sweet of you, I got to go work the GM! (1)" Liz smirks at me, and leaves the employees lounge… which isn't much of a lounge if you ask me.

She is lucky I love her…fuckin' brat.

"Watch your mouth Ms. DeTota…I don't want to deduct your pay because of our customers complaining." Mr. Rowel offers me a stern look, I sigh.

"Yes sir…" I leave the room and go to a random register and flick the light on, which glows the number 12.

"REGISTER 12 IS OPEN!"

I wonder why I bothered to yell that out… it is 11:30 at night…no one is here. My eyes wander over the store and it's few occupants, Wal mart is a 24/7 store…but only a few…retarded people come here. Thankfully I'm a night person. Why do I work here I always ask myself, because I needed a job and didn't want my parents to pay for stuff, like my ninja lessons, at least that's what I call them. Thankfully I have achieved a black belt! …After three years of lessons.

Twenty minutes pass and there is only a few occupants not including employees wandering the store. Most customers are avoiding my register because I am dressed like a vampire…though I have purposely done this. I dyed my hair bleach blonde, wear red prescription contacts and dress in old fashion, black cloths like the ones from those vampire movies…but the Wal mart vest is killing the look. My make up is light black eyeliner and blood red lipstick; this makes me appear very pale. I'm only 17 and got no time to worry about shit like that. I've got finals next week. I think I should have asked for time off to study. Oh well…

I pull out my crisp manga from my Barnes and Noble bag, Naruto of course, volume 1. Though I have read the series a dozen or so times I had never owned the books and now I wish to relish the feeling of reading my own copy. Ah, the wonders of a fresh manga they smell so…pleasing. I crack the cover and look on the inside to view the ads, surprisingly that page is blank accept for this plastic like thin and rectangular metal strip across the middle. The opposite page covered with a bunch of nonlegible scibble. I blink at the object though and run my left index finger over it surprised when I feel a tingly sensation in my finger. Since when does the store put an alarm detector inside a book?

"That is odd."

I feel this strange sensation over my body as I stare at it, and raise an eyebrow when it turns a pale red, then grows into a deep blackish red and completely white again. My body stops tingling.

"Hm…" Suddenly I hear Japanese being spoken.

"What are you doing?"

I snap my book shut, burying it in my vest pocket and look up expecting to see my manger's annoyed face, but I don't. Instead I see the face of someone who seems very familiar, yet I don't believe it. I look around expecting to see the store I work at, I only view a green place, like a ninja training ground I had read about. I'm leaning against a stump thing…that has one more stump on either side. Yet another familiar thing.

"I'm sorry?"

"Sensei…who is that girl?" A short blue-eyed, blonde standing beside a pink haired girl and a black haired boy whines to the man in front of me.

"Stop whining loser."

It all clicks; I feel the book in my pocket and figure that the thingy on the inside was some weirdo dimension screwer-uper or something; oddly it does not bother me in the least. These people are from the ones in my manga.

"I asked what you are doing, who are you?"

I want to smack this guy and yell at him for being rude by not giving his name first, and I decide against it, considering these people are ninja's. I really feel like messing with their heads though…I think it would be fun. I also feel very happy about being taller than him too, thank god for being six foot. So I reply to him in Fluent Japanese.

"My name is Nicole, call me Nikkie. You are Kakashi Hatake."

I take pride in watching his visible eye widen slightly. "How do you know my name?"

"Same way I know that you're being rude for not telling me your name first anyway, although I knew it anyway, and more." He reaches for a kunai and I hold up a hand.

"Don't flatter me…I'm unarmed and also not a shinobi, but I must say I got some bad ass moves." I wink at him and he lets go of his kunai pouch but he remains tense.

I can tell the little blonde boy is very… how do you say… energetic and impatient because he is about to burst with questions.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?"

"NARUTO! You idiot!" The pink haired girl, that I would recall to be Sakura Haruno, strikes Naruto over the head. Poor boy.

"ITAI! Saaaaaaaakuraaaa, why did you hit me?"

I find this quite amusing; their squabbling is more entertaining in person.

"Please Sakura. Do not hit Naruto, he was just asking a question, although, I am not pleased with the way he asked it."

The little blonde blushes lightly and the pink freak stares. The dark haired boy speaks to me.

"Why do you have the sharingan?" (did…I spell that correctly?)

I stare at him. You have got to be kidding, these are contacts! They don't even look like the Uchiha clan's sharingan! "Sorry Sasuke but this ain't your clan's trade mark blood line. Well…it was until your brother killed off most of it."

He glares at me; I think I poked at a sensitive spot. "Who the hell are you!?"

I really have no idea how to respond to this question… should I make up something? Nah…lying is boring…half-truths are funner. (2) "I guess you could call me a silent observer?"

It is at this point that I feel a kunai knife being held to my throat, by none other than the lovely Kakashi. Currently I am 40 percent scared out of my mind the other 60 is wondering if I should try and defend myself.

"Yea…can you like not do that?"

Well he doesn't seem like he will stop…this unpleasant action.

"Or not…"

"Now, I'll ask again, who are you and what are you doing? Are you working for someone?" Kakashi presses the kunai against my throat harder. I think I'm bleeding, if he ruined my vintage, black, high neckband cloak, I'll kill him.

"My name is Nicole, I am standing here and yea…I'm working for some one, myself." I feel the urge to add very rude comments but I don't, too bad, they are funny…to me.

"What do you want?" He presses harder, ok, I am SURE that I am bleeding now, there is a warm feeling down my collar bone.

"For you to stop cutting into my throat cause if my blood stains my fav cloak I will fucking hurt you." Oh…I don't think I should have used the f word Kakashi didn't seem to like it and it's not "lady" like, oh wait…I don't care.

Pressing the kunai harder he glares. "I don't believe you, someone as oddly dressed as you obviously isn't from around here."

"Well Gawd, thanks for the discrimination. Now fucking let go of me you're pissing me off." I push him off me and don't pay attention to the lovely cut adorning my neck and walk off. I get a few feet and an old man in robes is in front of me, the little blonde is beside him, I'm guessing he went for help.

"What seems to be the problem here?"

I stare again, the first thing out of this man's mouth is that!? What the hell is wrong with these people? I want to hit them.

"Hokage-sama…this woman here, claims to be a non-shinobi and yet she knows our names and much more as she says." Wow…great answer Cyclops.

The Hokage turns to me. "Who are you?"

I am gonna rip my hair out, but it's too pretty for that though! My left eye twitches. "For the third time, my name is Nicole."

The claimed Hokage…though I already knew that…appears to be studying me. "Would you mind coming with me?"

I shrug. "Sure…why not."

He turns around and begins leading me somewhere; I'm guessing the Hokage tower…The Ninja's follow. As we walk through the streets I earn odd looks, I bare my fangs at them, 30 bucks at Hot Topic for the realistic pair…

When we arrive I am seated in outside the Hokage's office, a secretary hanging outside that had been asked to watch me. The rest go inside including the Pink girl, the Emo Uchiha, the Blonde and the Cyclops. (3)

I take off my vest and lift the hem of my floor length cloak and place the folded clothing into one of my black cargo pockets, but not before taking out my manga. I let the material fall back into place and sit in my chair carefully and look down at the book, staring in disbelief. The normally colorful cover was blank and when I flipped through the pages the were also blank. When I looked at the place where the odd object was it just had small English print saying "Preview Selections" where it should have been. I have no idea what it means.

This pisses me off and I close it and lean my head against the wall, with in a mere five seconds boredom washes over me. So I open the book again and peer inside hoping to see something and end up surprised to see black print. 'What the hell?' are the words that come to my mind.So I read it.

Congratulations! Ms. Nicole DeTota.

You have been chosen out of millions of anime readers for this TEST RUN of our new product for the better realistic, virtual interaction. Yes, the current world that you are in is none other than your most favored anime/manga NARUTO. Please be warned that this isn't REAL but we here at "Preview Selections" are hoping that your experience will be fully realistic, so any injuries you may or may not sustain will not affect you in the real world.

We were able to get you into his world by tracking you and your daily routine and what you enjoy. This is why that when you went to this store you frequently shop at for books, known as Barnes and Noble, you were the 'random' winner to receive the first volume of your chosen manga. We had expected you to choose Naruto and that is why this will be the only book that has this reality inducer on the inside front cover. The tingling sensation you felt when you touched the device like we had hoped you would, was the special chemical that goes directly to your brain and tugs your mind into the world that you have so chosen.

If all goes as planned, after you have completed the series, the chemical shall evidently, wear off and you will immediately return to the exact place and time you were at before entering this world. Everything you say and do will lead to events, please remember that you may tell the characters what you want and you can become whatever. Please refrain from getting yourself killed as to we do not know what will happen. You also may notice that random things will appear in your possesion an you will automaticly know things you have never known. Also we hope that everything you are carrying at the moment will still work in this world, try it out.

Please check this book constantly to find out instructions or tips or help this will be like the instruction manual to any game. Thank you for choosing 'Preview Selections' for your entertainment!

Sincerely Editor and Chief: Mark Clear.

Oh…that explains it…my fist meets the wall and the secretary stares at me, I glare, she returns to her work. Well this is an odd predicament…guess I'll just go with it…I'm gonna find a way to sue these people if it does something weird to me. Fucking bastards, well at least I get to experiences something before everyone else. This better be cool.

§-TBC-§

(1) GM stands for General Maintenance, basically the stocking of the products in a store and dusting and simple cleaning.

(2) Seriously…half-truths are indeed funner.

(3) I do not seriously mean these insults…I just felt like using odd terms for them. I love every character in the series.

A/N: What do you think? I actually liked it. The ninja lesson thing and fluent Japanese speaking is the only fake thing about me, but I can speak some Jap and I am taking lessons…the ninja lessons could happen though. Though the rest is true…I do read my dictionary frequently and I am very good at math. Wow…please tell me what you think, I'll be honored –smiles-. Review! It takes 60 seconds.

P.S: Uh…the age thing for me here is just a random number that isn't my real age and why hasn't child labor laws kicked in? Because it's my story.

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