i like ninjas too

I do not own Naruto. I own several plushies, DVD's, manga and a million little Naruto key chains on my phone. I'm proud of the key chains on my phone. The key chains all together weigh more than the phone itself. And yes, I am proud of that.

Summary: Jessie's an absentminded girl who likes the Naruto series. Jessie doesn't ever want to grow up. However, Jessie's now a freshman in high school, so how can she learn to grow up? Maybe meeting the Naruto characters for real will do the trick like a slap to the face by an oversized dead fish.

Watching the flecks of dust float through the filtered light from the dense forest, I sat uncomfortably on a branch. Hardly daring to breathe, lest to disturb a speck of drifting dust or to alerting my presence, I lithely stretched one hand before another, crawling further out on my branch for a better view of the ground, fifty feet below. I was about to abort my mission due to boredom when my target passed right below my tree. He stood there, obliviously mussing his hair. Taking in a light breath to ready myself, I took another gentle step foreword, preparing to pounce when--

Crack!

Before I could get any bearings, I was upside down and right side up and sideways and backwards all at once until--

I had been wincing, since having stalled my reflexes out of fear and prepared for an all too painful, and sadly familiar, crash landing into an all too unwelcoming ground. Instead I opened my eyes and there was my target, staring at me. Hmm, I never noticed but one of his green eyes was browner than the other. Hmm, I wonder if it hurt his arms to catch me...

All at once, I felt like I was slapped in the face by an oversized dead fish, the shock and realization feeling almost as uncomfortable and disgusting. Screaming a battle cry (at least that's what I tried to make it sound like) I struggled to get out of his grip when he finally rolled his eyes and removed his arms from my body.

Dirt and grass in my mouth, I could no longer scream. Struggling to stand, I felt a heavy booted heel push me back to the dirt.

"Geez, well, looks like ah caught myself a crazy 'ere."

I groaned; he had pinned both my hands behind my back while with his free hand was nonchalantly rubbing his hair.

"Alright, I'm sorry! Is that what you want?"

"Look 'ere missy. Ah don' wanta be bothered by ya. Got it?" He looked a little annoyed but his voice was still pretty monotonous.

I could hardly say anything though. I was still trying to find a way to breath dirt.

"Look, would ya go play ninja, or whatevah somewhere else? Ah'm tryin' to meet my girlfriend, 'kay?" He muttered a little more annoyed. Regardless of how he said it, it still struck a painful chord.

Before I could retort cleverly he released my hands. Moving to a seated position, I ignored his offered hand. Struggling to stand, he caught me from making out with the ground again.

He sighed and shrugged. "Jessie, ah'm really sorry, but I don't 'ave time to play anymore."

Okay, so that was probably more painful than even the fall.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Look 'ere." He pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket. "Ya shouldn' be 'anging outta trees at the mall either. What was that, a ten foot fall?"

Fifty. I thought bitterly but I nonetheless let him clean the dirt from my face. After he finished and stuffed the handkerchief in my purse, I sat back down on the ground angrily. With dark clouds rolling before my eyes, obscuring my vision, I hardly noticed that he knelt down in front of me. Messing my hair lightly, he kissed my forehead. I think that was when I snapped back to reality.

"But she's an evil succubus!"

He looked taken aback by my outburst. Then he smiled lightly. "Ah know ya only 'ave good intentions for me but ya 'ave to stop being so childish."

I could hardly retain my anger. "I'm not being childish! She is evil!"

"Jessie!"

I stopped. His stern voice and cold eyes told me I was heading to a dangerous territory.

"Look, Jessie. Ya know ah love ya."

I couldn't help myself, and looked up hopefully.

"Ah love ya like a close sister, but Cari is my girlfriend." He gazed at me sternly. I felt depressed anyways though. "And ah don' appreciate your actions lately. You've been really childish and immature lately."

I couldn't help but look away embarrassedly. Geez, it felt like the make-Jessie-feel-like-crap lecture my parents always give to me.

He gazed at me sadly, then he laughed and messed his black hair again. "Ah know ya care about me," he brushed some of my long black hair from my face. He smiled lightly when he came across some of my orange highlights, probably remembering when we had tried dying my hair blonde. Then we tried to dye it back to black when my parents got mad. In our rush, I ended up with some orangish highlights around my face. "Jessie, you're a freshman now in 'ighschool. Don't ya think it's time to grow up?"

"So? You're a freshman in college. You still don't really want to grow up either."

He seemed to wince. "Yeah, ah know." He then tried to grin. "That's why ya shouldn't follow my bad example."

Frowning, I crossed my arms, and then my legs, trying to get in comfortable Indian style seating.

Noticing my adamant body language, he paused. "'ow about this? Next Saturday, we can go on a date. Just the two of us. Eh? sound good?"

I looked up joyously. "Really?"

"Yeah, really." He smiled, happy to see me happy.

"Alright, I'll hold you to it, Dorian." I held out my pinky. Laughing, he crooked his pinky around mine in an infantile gesture to promise.

"Now, get outta 'ere. Don't ya 'ave a 'ome?" he said jokingly.

I nodded and stood, brushing the dirt of my butt and knees.

"Oh, and one more thing." He put a hand on my head. "No more ninja sneak attacks and stuff, 'kay?" Then he seemed curious. "Where is that even from anyway?"

"Naruto!" I perked up. "It's like this really cool anime about ninja's and stuff."

"Ah, more of that Japanese stuff?"

"Uh-huh."

"'ave fun with that." he muttered lightly. I already knew he didn't care for anime that much. But that's okay. We like just about everything else equally. Except for Jazz and dairy. I never quite got hooked to jazz and I'm lactose intolerant, but I do take these cool pills so I can have milk. Once in a while, Dorian'll buy me an ice cream because he'll forget, but I always keep some pills at hand in my purse because of that.

Before I could say anything else, Dorian shooed me away. Ugh, it's that cow-bitch, Cari with her fancy sports car. Long legs, C-cup, almost D, breasts, size six feet, and a model's face. What a waste. I tried to ignore Dorian and walked away. He always had this goofy expression and can-I-lick-your-boots kind of attitude with her.

But I couldn't stand her.

On several occasions, she told me she was only dating him for his money because he'd buy her anything and everything. So his dad owns a law firm, that doesn't mean he needs to spend every penny on you, you ungrateful bitch. Keh, she's so rude and two faced behind his back. I feel so bad for Dorian, he doesn't deserve it. That and I saw him first, so he's mine! We were friends since I was seven! Top that, Cari!

Ranting to myself even more so, I hardly noticed where I was going. As I was crossing one street, some psycho in a bright red sports car was gunning out of a subdivision, ignoring his stop sign. Looking up at the two bright lights, I froze like a deer. For a moment, I thought he was going to hit me until he seemed to finally wake up. Swerving to a side, and up onto the sidewalk, he managed to stop.

I think my heart stopped too.

Then time seemed to move again. The guy was getting out of his car, apologizing and asking if I was okay. After assuring him for the hundredth time, he finally left me alone. Apologizing one last time, he let me go around his car until he revved up and sped out of there. Sheesh, and you'd think someone would learn.

Continuing on my way, I head to the park next to the subdivision, so I could cut across it to a short forest. On the other side of the forest was my house, so I didn't have to far to go.

After shuffling my feet around the swings and jungle gyms, I wandered into the forest, letting my thoughts wander, turning my feet on autopilot. I played my Naruto story once again in my head.

I was such a geek, I'd spend time coming up with random stories in my head where my character was in Naruto. She was cool. She had that same streak of orange in her hair on her bangs and she wore a really cool outfit. She was really strong and she had the same colored eyes as Dorian, this incredible forest green with hints of rain blue around the iris rim.

While I fantasized about my character, this time my story involved the Akatsuki, I began to wonder why it was taking so long to get home and why the forest definitely seemed denser than usual. Cutting my story short I brushed my hair out of my eyes and set a hand to a nearby tree, ducking to avoid a couple low hanging branches. Almost immediately, I recoiled as a kunai stuck quivering, barely an inch above where my hand was just a moment ago.

Before I could do a double take, I heard some crackling of breaking twigs and rustling of moving branches. I heard a girl's voice shout something along the lines of, "over there". Before I could even think I heard the same girl's voice on top of me.

"I found the intruder!"

I hardly managed to process that this girl was standing upside down on a tree branch above my head when I turned around to see a boy with short black hair glaring at me. Backing away, frightened, I bumped into something soft. Turning around, I was greeting with a pair of stern, blank eyes. Panicked, I whipped around to run foreword, forgetting how low some of the branches were and then I felt this sharp pain in my forehead.

I heard the girl shout. "Is she okay?"

Someone else snorted. "What an idiot."

"Maybe we should take her back to master guy."

Trying to grasp the term "master guy" with my fading brain, I finally gave up and thought to myself, "my head hurts".

So what do you think? I hope it sounds okay though. Anyways, whether you like it or not, you should review! I'd like words of encouragement or people to simply tell me when I'm screwing up.

PS. Can anyone guess my inspirations for the names Jessie and Dorian?

Chapter 2: Jessie wakes up somewhere that isn't Kansas. Startled, she discovers herself really immersed in that anime, Naruto! Gasp! Shocks, Thrills, Chills!