So.Just.Smile: Yes, this is a kid get's sucked into Narutoverse story. XP Anyway- Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I do own my OC's and the plot of this story. On to the story!
Chapter One: Power Outage
I'd really like a purpose.
But I guess they don't just hand those things out, huh?
-Lyn
"Ah, 1812 Overture, how I love it," a brown-eyed girl sighed dramatically, then grinned as the music continued to play throughout the room. The girl's head gave a sharp turn as she heard the shrill hiss and pop of a soda can opening. Leaning on the frame of the kitchen doorway was a boy, taking a sip from a Coca Cola can.
"Aw, hey, get me one," the girl whined from her spot on the beige sofa.
"Tch, no way, get your own," the boy scoffed, walking over and taking a seat next to the girl. The brunette teen gave the boy a punch to his arm before childishly folding her arms and glaring at nowhere in particular. The onyx-eyed boy simply rubbed his arm after letting an 'Ow' slip from his pink lips and gave a chuckle.
"Wow," the young pre-teen boy said after taking another swig of his soda while he watched the TV in front of him. "That is a lot of fireworks. What're you watching?"
The girl grinned as she told the boy, "V for Vendetta. I just barely got into it after watching it on HBO. Of course, I had to watch it, like, three times before I actually understood everything."
The boy simply gave a nod and took another drink before sighing. The girl looked at the boy with a bored expression playing on her young face, but the look changed quite quickly into one of innocence as the boy looked her way.
"Joshua," the girl drawled, "get me a soda!"
The boy, Joshua, scowled, already annoyed at the brunette's behavior, "No!"
"Aw, come on, Josh," the girl pleaded, "If you love me!"
"Fine, oh, fine," the boy gave in.
"Really?" the girl asked with a look of hope playing on her face.
"No," the boy said flatly.
The young girl looked quite confused before a look of understanding came over the teen's feature followed by realization. The girl gaped as the boy left to his room, and then settled into a position of folding her arms and glaring at nothing in particular after the boy entered his room. In a few minutes time, the brunette girl sighed and rose from the seat to get her self a soda, however, upon entering the living room where she had previously found herself accommodated, she found a young raven-haired child in her seat.
"You're in my spot, move," the brunette ordered the younger child. The temperamental child instantly sent a cold glare to the older girl, a glare that would send shivers down anyone's back had they not grown accustomed to it.
"You left, I'm in control of the living room now," the brown-eyed child spoke icily as she twirled the remote control between her small hands.
"Tch, I'm older," the elder girl said smugly. "And since I'm in such a good mood, I won't resort to violence if you simply leave."
The nine-year old girl frowned. "No. I was here. You left. I'm in control of the living room. Besides," the girl smirked, "you're not supposed to be hurting me any more."
"Yeah, well, you're not supposed to be hitting or kicking me or Josh, but you do that anyway," the elder girl stated simply. "Anyway, I can always call mom and tell her what you're up to, how you've been misbehaving," the teen added slyly. "You know what she told you about behaving and listening to me, Kayla."
By this time, the younger girl, Kayla, was fuming. "Hmph, fine, but I'm taking the dog with me."
"Fine, I don't care," the elder girl said as Kayla stole the dog from his spot on the sofa.
That dog will come crawling back to me anyway, the female teen smirked egotistically. The dog, which was a Chihuahua, completely black with the exception of all four of his paws which were colored white, seemed to be quite fond of the eldest of the three Zevin siblings, Lyn.
Lyn smirked at her success in keeping her control over the living room, which was an area and topic that was often fought over between the siblings. Although 'control' over the largest television in the household was not the only thing argued about between the three, nor was it the stupidest.
The three siblings would usually end up in a fight, which would start verbally and snowball until punches were being thrown and bruises were being formed. However, despite everything, all three siblings cared for each other and would do anything for the either. Well, almost anything. Sadly and fortunately, you were unlucky and lucky enough not to witness a fight between the eldest and youngest siblings. Both girls were rather different from each other, and when they fought it was quite interesting, but more ugly and dangerous than anything. Hell, even when they were just joking or playing around, they might end up in a gruesome fight.
This is why Lyn smiled a relieved smile with a bit of regret in her eyes as she watched her sister flee to her room. Lyn was a naturally violent girl, though she kept that side of her usually locked up inside, and she was just aching to get out the strain she was feeling in a fight. Tensions were high since none of the Zevin siblings had been allowed outside because of the three-days-straight of rain.
Lyn's smile turned into a smirk and her eyes filled with triumph and she basked in her slight glory. Giving a slightly evil chuckle, she returned to her seat at the beige sofa, sitting down lazily and grabbing the remote that had been left behind by her younger sister.
Stupid, Lyn thought lazily, she could have used this as some sort of bargaining tool, or simply hid it to anger me. She should know that I'm nearly too lazy to change the channel without the remote and that, like most people, I would spend more time searching for that damned contraption rather than simply push the buttons on the screen.
Within just a few seconds, Lyn had completely forgotten of her verbal fight with her sister and was watching her current obsession, Naruto, with a grin on her face that would put the Cheshire cat to shame. A loud boom of thunder, however, snapped her mind clear of what she was doing and her eyes strayed to the window behind her. The rain continued to pour unaffected by the frightening sound. Another, even louder, snap of the thunderous sound cracked Lyn's world as did the lightning that had brightened the sky like sunshine.
A second later, everything in the house went off as the power went down. A moment passed before a sentence was yelled out in three different voices from three different children.
"I didn't do it!"
--Lyn--
I sighed and stayed in my spot. What the Hell was I gonna do now? Almost everything I did revolved around electricity and now that was gone. I laid back and stared at what would've been the ceiling, but it was too dark to tell now, for all I could see, I could've been staring right into the face of a sleeping troll, but that was highly unlikely in all ways. One: trolls don't sleep in the air, nor do they sleep when they have the chance of getting captured and having strands of their leg hair sold for fairy dust. Two: they also snore, so it's nearly impossible not too notice them unless you're sleeping with or are in the same room with someone that snores and they are doing so.
I turned my head lazily as a series of various crashes and yells protruded the silence that was as heavy as this darkness. Even in the thick darkness, I could still see the slight outlines of both my siblings coming over and taking a seat next to me.
"Well," my brother sighed," what do we do now?" He glanced at me expectantly, or so I suspected.
I shrugged, and in case he didn't see the gesture, I said, "I don't know."
I felt Kayla give a slight whimper and interlace my hand with her own. Before, I would've made fun of her, but I felt her fear too. With a mind as paranoid as mine, I too felt a twinge of fear. I could already imagine the ghouls and creeps that were said not to exist crawling, sneaking, and slithering around in the open space in front of me. Being blind was a great disadvantage for me, because the dark played tricks on me, tricks that my own mind invented and put into motion; really, all the darkness did was keep the trick from being revealed as nothing more than what it was: a trick.
I sighed and lifted myself from the crowded sofa. There was a whimper from my sister and I rolled my eyes. If I could get over my childish fears, so could she. I walked into my room, grabbed my little brown bear and went back into the living room. I plopped down on the smaller sofa, which now occupied only me and my bear, curled up into a ball and yawned.
"I might go to sleep, so behave and don't break anything. If you do, you better fix it," was all I said before closing my eyes and waiting for sleep to claim me.
-:+:-
I groaned as a sharp pain pulsed from my side. Another pulse and I tried to whack away whatever it was that was trying to wake me. Another poke and I got up, opening my eyes angrily.
"What?" I growled, rubbing my eyes with a yawn. There was silence and I opened my eyes to see the outlines of two people.
"What do you want?" I asked as I recognized my brother and sister. "Why aren't the lights on?"
"The power went out, remember?" my brother's voice filled the air.
"Well," I buried my head into the soft velvet of my teddy bear, "what do you want?"
"We're bored," I heard Kayla's voice.
"Well that's not my problem, now is it?" I asked, looking up at them angrily.
"Check to see if the power's on," the demand came from my brother.
"Why don't you," I growled, "or are you too stupid to do that?"
"We don't want to get electrocuted," a mumble came.
"Ele—what do you mean electrocuted? You can't get electrocuted like that you idiots," I barked, even though I wasn't completely sure if I was right. I sighed crossly and rose from my spot. My siblings replaced me on the sofa, wrapping a blanket around them.
Idiots, they're probably just scared of walking around in the dark. But as I walked toward the TV, I pulled my teddy bear that was still in my hands to me into a hug...Shut up.
I sighed once again and lowered myself to search for the power button. I ran my hand along the base of the TV and when I found the square button, I pushed it. All the while, I was staring at what would be the TV screen, waiting for the screen to fill with the vivid colors of Cartoon Network.
I raised an eyebrow involuntarily, however, as the screen stayed dark and a monkey walked across the screen. I resisted a smile. Heh. A monkey. Now, what commercials have a monkey in them nowadays?
Let's see, there's Geico, the Cavemen, Build-A-Bear, L'oreal…Nope, can't think of anything with any monkeys in it, TV shows, definitely, but no commercials.
I shrugged it off and continued to watch the screen. Nope, still bla—no wait, there's the monkey! But he's just walking around. Doing nothing. Hm. Wait, he's walking toward the audience. Hello Mr. Monkey. Ew, he's not exactly cute. But then he's not exactly ugly, either.
I think he's some sort of baboon…Thank you Animal Planet.
The baboon stopped walking once his face took up the entire television screen. Then he howled. I threw myself backwards and placed my hands over my ears.
Who the fuck turned the speakers on this loud?! I scrambled to turn down the volume. I found the button quickly, but the volume of the scream did not decrease. I think it's actually getting louder, damn it!
And then it just stopped. I lowered my hands carefully and then looked back up at the TV screen. The monkey seemed to be looking around the room, as if searching for something or someone.
Don't be absurd Lyn, it's just some sort of commercial, some really weird sort of commercial.
And then, I swear, the damned animal looked straight at me and smirked. Can monkeys even smirk? I don't know, but this one very well could. He lifted his head and gave another whoop. This time, I couldn't block out the sound, I just kept my hands pressed up against my ears, and my eyes squeezed shut.
The sound stopped. And then there was nothing.