Chapter 1
One minute she was here, the next minute she was gone.
Her parents' shocked faces - not that she'd be able to see, of course - flickered between fear and anger and confusion for a while, not completely sure what they had just experienced. In her mother's balled hands clutched a crumpled wedge of paper, marked with black and red against faded white.
She had failed six of the thirteen classes, with only one score above a B - in Art. She liked Art. It was weird - everyone else seemed to think it was boring, and yet she found it fascinating. It was the only subject in which she paid attention in class.
"What? Where did she go? If this is a joke…!" her mother yelled with increasing urgency and loudness. She snatched the phone from the table and dialed 999, her hands shaking. Seeing her husband standing around blankly, she hit him lightly on the arm. "Y-You must be kidding! Look for her! Do something!"
"No, I'm not kidding," her father whispered quietly, almost silently, leaving the room. "I'm Phil."
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It took Hannah a while to realise the reason why her mother had stopped yelling. Through her blurred eyes, burning with unshed tears, she noticed that something was amiss. Or rather, everything.
She stood in front of the family, who had clearly been about to start eating, awkwardly shifting from one foot to another. They openly stared at her and she openly stared at them. Her previous anger scattered as confusion and embarrassment began to sink in.
The entire ordeal with the report - which her parents insisted on making a big deal out of, even though school wasn't really that important - had been completely avoided, luckily. Her parents could suck it, she decided, because she was still bitter.
Hannah was glad that she had been spared the lecture afterwards though. But when she returned, then surely her parents would simply get mad - even madder than they would have otherwise - at her again? Ugh, she thought, and decided it was better simply not to think about them.
The family members all wore simple shirts and trousers in dark colours like black and blue and grey, all with the same red and white logo stitched on the backs and fronts of the shirts. If this was supposed to be a cute family thing, she thought, it wasn't working. It looked more like they had all accidentally gone to the same shop and bought the same items of clothing.
Besides, the family itself wasn't cute - though this was probably because all members of the family were shocked by the fact that a random girl had suddenly appeared and disturbed them during their meal, but that wasn't important - though their youngest son did have the chubbiest cheeks, she cooed internally. She was such a sucker for little kids.
They all sat weirdly on their knees, with chopsticks and bowls of rice placed on the table. They all had black eyes and black hair, but rather pale skin. Was she in Asia somewhere?
This was really strange. The room was decorated in a very minimalistic manner. There was nothing in the room aside from the table that the family sat at, which was huge. Clearly they invited a lot of guests over, and clearly they were important people.
Hannah took her phone from her pocket and held it up to search for signal or wifi so that she could contact her parents. There was nothing. Poor family, she thought. They must have been living in the middle of nowhere. She would never be able to survive without technology - something that her parents often chided her for.
And then she realised that it was rude to ignore others and put away her phone again.
"Um," she started eloquently. All four pairs of black eyes stared directly at her, their faces a mixture of confusion, disbelief and annoyance. She couldn't finish what she was about to say - not that she had anything prepared - when they all glared at her in that way.
"Um," she said again when it was clear that they wouldn't say anything in reply.
She felt a little underdressed in her pyjamas made of light blue cotton and decorated with grey elephants. She had originally thought it was cute when she was fourteen and bought it on impulse with her mother. Three years had passed and she hadn't grown much since then so the pyjamas still fit pretty well, even though the legs and sleeves were a little short.
"Um," she repeated, rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "I think I'm gonna go now."
What the hell was going on?
...
So she left the room, much to their astonishment, even though she had clearly warned them what she was doing not a minute ago. She left the room with her head held high and turned right, because she was right-handed and everyone knew that right-handed people were better than left-handed ones, and subsequently even the direction right must have been better, simply because it was right.
Haha - did you see what she did there? See, because the word 'right' can refer to both the direction and the term which means 'correct' and so she took that and - nevermind.
And then she kept turning right until she realised that she had gone a full circle when she peeked into the next room and saw the same family of four, still with their meals unfinished - jeez, how long does it take for them to finish eating? - their faces still fixed with the same confusion when she reentered and left again after realising what she had done.
She then took the right, then turned left - even though it was the lesser direction - and then forgot where she was and just chose any direction when she got to it.
After a while she realised that she was being rude, imposing on the family, and quickened her pace.
And then she stopped.
She peeked into the room. And yet there was still that family of four, still not done eating and still with that confused expression on their faces. She hurriedly left again, this time feeling slightly embarrassed. They must have thought she was doing this on purpose, but of course she wouldn't, because that was rude and her mother had taught her better than that.
She wanted to leave their house. She really did.
The only problem was that no matter which way she went, there always seemed to be a long corridor leading to another room, which subsequently led to more rooms. But each of those rooms seemed to lead back to the family of four, and the exit was no-where in sight.
She was lost inside their house - or mansion, rather, it seemed.
Hannah looked into several of the rooms - not that she was being creepy, of course. Aside from that one hellhole in which she had first arrived in, most of them bedrooms that had obviously never been used before. She made a face at how many guest bedrooms there seemed to be - so far she had counted seven.
Rich people really do stupid things, she thought to herself, like build huge-ass homes which you can never leave once you enter. Though maybe that was the point - for burglars to die within the house as a punishment.
The next time she saw that family of four, she'd have to explain to them that she wasn't a burglar and had no idea why she was in their house, because she somehow appeared out of nowhere and just happened to appear in a mansion, so in fact they'd simply have to trust the fact that she wasn't a burglar and let her go unpunished - because that was believable.
There were several more great halls filled with old-fashioned weapons, like swords and wooden poles. She took one of these wooden poles and swung it around, giggling while making ninja-esque sounds as she did so, completely unabashedly.
On one of her swings, she dropped the pole and when picking it up had stubbed her toe on the wall. She had kicked the pole for being so stupid, but then decided it wasn't enough of a punishment and jumped on it several times with all of her weight, but somehow the pole never broke or even splintered.
Great. Even the pole is fitter than I am. Maybe I really do need to hit the gym more.
Perhaps this was an Asian mafia, Hannah thought, in which case she'd need to get out quickly.
…Which brought her to the first point.
She took a right turn and looked into the room.
Nope. Family of four again.
...
She gasped upon entering.
This was new - a bedroom that had been used before, though the only indication of this was that there was a desk on which several books lay, some of them opened. She crouched down on the floor and tried to read what was written in these books, but it was all written in a different language - Japanese or Chinese, probably. She had never paid attention in language lessons, but it sure didn't look like English.
There was a strange diagram of the human body with a bunch of blue lines in it - drawn in a similar way to blood vessels. But even she knew that heart didn't start in the stomach, so obviously this was either incredibly outdated information or a terrible diagram. She traced the lines with her finger. It was also unusual that they drew a blue flame around the body.
She picked up the textbook and flipped to another diagram. There was something about the weather. It was a diagram with a flame, a drop of water, dirt, a lightning bolt and a gust of wind drawn in a circle and arrows pointing around them.
It was like an elaborate version of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Water beat fire, and at least that logic was pretty simple, but the other ones were strange. For example, lightning beat earth in this diagram - but everyone knew that earth was supposed to beat lightning, because that's what happened in all the Pokemon games she played as a child!
It was unusual - these sorts of lessons were never taught in England, or at least in her school. Not that she'd know, considering how often she skipped her classes and how little she paid attention. But at least she thought they had never learnt anything like that.
"Hey!" she heard suddenly, and lifted her head. Right in front of her, barely an inch away, a pair of beady, black eyes stared back.
She screamed, flailing, and everything turned black.
...
"Did she really faint just from seeing Sasuke?" Itachi asked his father. "Are you sure that she's as dangerous as you said?"
"...She must be a spy. It's obvious," Fugaku replied sternly. "Do not underestimate the enemy, Itachi. This was clearly a plot made for us to underestimate her - see, can you sense her chakra?" Itachi closed his eyes as he concentrated.
"No," Itachi answered slowly as it finally dawned on him. "I see, Outo-sama. She is so skilled that she can hide her chakra this well, even to us Uchiha."
That was an impressive feat - jonin level at least. Her impressive fainting on the spot and embarrassing ploy were also made-up, that meant. This girl - who was probably only around seventeen years of age - must have been incredibly strong to have tricked him.
"Exactly," Fugaku replied.
And then all of a sudden, one second she was here, and the next minute she was gone.
The Uchihas' shocked faces - not that she'd be able to see, of course - flickered between fear and anger and confusion for a while, not completely sure what they had just experienced.
"What? Where did she go?" Sasuke asked curiously.
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A/N: Just an idea I randomly came up with that's not meant to be taken seriously at all (I mean I hope no-one would actually make dad jokes when their daughter disappears but you know). It may or may not be continued depending on response and whether or not I can come up with any good ideas.
Question: Any specific characters that you'd like you see later?
Feedback, criticism etc. appreciated!