A/n: Ok so I haven't written any fanfictions in a really really really really long time because I have been attempting to write a book, but I just can't help but have all these ideas pop into my head that I need to put on paper. This fanfiction is something that I started off as a book and went back to edit to make it fit into the Naruto World so I am sorry if it I missed some things.

FINALLY I EDITED IT AND REALIZED EVERYTHINGGGG WAS F'ED UP: 5/25/2014. IF YOU'RE READING THIS I HAVE EVERY INTENETION OF ACTUALLY FINISHING THIS ONCE I REMEMBER WHAT I WAS PLANNING AND WHAT IS GOING ON AND I'M SUCH A BAD PERSON FOR STOPPING. ALSO I DONT HAVE WORD ON MY NEW COMPUTER SO I REALLY REALLY AM SORRY IF YOU SEE ANYTHING GRAMMATICALLY WRONG.

Chapter 1:

I sat in the back of the bar, my friends surrounding me. We sat in our usual spot in the back of our usual bar. I still could barely believe my friends had convinced me to go out. I had an early shift at the restaurant tomorrow morning and knew I shouldn't be out. This is what happens when you are a waitress in an excruciatingly boring town.

Einstein's Pub never slept. It's constant influx of upset and brooding wait staff kept it aloof in this time of financial insecurity. I didn't hurt that Einstein's was placed strategically close to many other restaurants.

I was on my third beer of the night and knew I should begin to slow down soon. Beer might be disgusting, but, hey, it served it's purpose.

I sat silently, sipping my already warming beer, as my friends and coworkers continuously bitched about their shitty tips and even shittier customers.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea rolled over me and a headache was on its way. Wordlessly, I got up and walked out of the bar, leaving behind my lukewarm beverage. I craved fresh air… and possibly a cigarette.

The wind whipped my hair into my face as I sauntered towards my car. The slight chill from the wind was beginning to sting, but I didn't mind it all so much.

Just as the cigarette touched my lips, I noticed the one person I didn't want to talk to leave the bar as well. I hoped to God that he wouldn't see me.

There was no way of escaping once his eyes darted straight towards me.

I knew what he was going to ask before he had even made it within five feet of me. "No, Naruto, you cannot bum another cigarette off of me."

All it took was one look in those bright blue eyes for me to give in and hand over my whole pack. This was certainly unfair. Damn him and his looks.

"This is the last one, I swear," he nodded his head to my response and took out his lighter. We both knew it wasn't true. That's the thing; it's hard to stop going back to something so familiar.

A somewhat soothing silence (well as soothing as it can get in a bar parking lot) soon took over. The cold from the hood of my car soon began to seep through my jeans and pierce my skin.

"So did people literally give you shit for tips today?" It was the first thing I could think of. While the silence was pleasant, it was also awkward. Sometimes I wished I had a guardian angel watching over my shoulder to prevent drunken mishaps like the one that occurred a few days ago, the one that was making everything so much more awkward than I ever thought possible. Curse my drunken stupor.

"You are such a dork." He tossed his already finished cigarette butt towards the ground. "So are we ever going to talk about it? Ya know... the other night?" Well, he got right down to business, didn't he?

He must have known from my change in posture and my sideways glance at the ground that I most certainly did not want to talk about it. Realizing this was a futile attempt, he turned around and shook his head.

"I think I'm going to stay out here a little longer." In reality, I didn't want all of my friends and coworkers to see us walking in together. Most of them were there when I made the stupid mistake of sleeping with my best friend and would undoubtedly poke fun at us.

He threw his hand up in the air and waved in response. I knew he was upset. It was no secret between all of us that Naruto had somewhat of a crush on me. I knew he wanted to sit down and talk about his feelings, feelings that didn't necessarily match up with mine.

As I watched his muscular back I couldn't help but wonder why I couldn't just like him back. I mean he was good and handsome and nice. Something told me that when I walked back into the bar later, he would be drinking something much stronger than beer.

I leaned back on the hood of my car, looking at the stars; well, lack thereof. Damn light pollution.

Footsteps and laughter echoed through the parking lot, something to be expected at 11 at night near a bar.

Before I even had the chance to consider what could potentially happen to a young, moderately attractive girl, alone in a dark parking lot, at eleven at night, I was delicately pulled off of the hood of my car (can you be delicately pulled off a car?) and into a man's arms. A hand covered my mouth, not like that did much to prevent me from screaming.

No matter how hard I tried to scream, no sound would come out. It was as if my vocal cords had been ripped from my throat.

My eyes snapped to see two crouching figures. I did the only sensible thing I could think of and began to flail my limbs around attempting to kick and hit whomever I could.

"It's useless, little lady." I think this comment came from the man with long, stringy dark hair.

"Oh my gosh. You sound like a creeper. Who says stuff like that?" the blonde-haired man directed his attention back towards me, "Don't worry sweetie, we aren't going to hurt you or anything. We just need to talk." He flashed me a bright white smile, full of perfect teeth.

"Like that was any less creepy. Who says 'I only want to talk. Here take some candy.' Oh wait that's right, rapists. You sound like a rapist." The blonde-haired man looked aghast at being accused of sound like a rapist. Seriously, what the hell was going on? I tried to scream once more, but found it was futile.

"I do not sound like a rapist. Don't be so absurd. Just because you are someone who generally creeps in the shadows to scare young girls, doesn't mean that I am accustomed to this. I know this is going to sound strange sweetie, but we are just going to take you and put in the backseat of that car right over there." His finger gestured towards a limo I didn't recall seeing before.

In less time than it should have taken, I had been placed discreetly in the back of the limo. Thoughts began racing through my head. Where were they taking me? More importantly, why were they taking me?

Once we had been driving for about ten minutes, I glanced out of the window and noticed we were no longer in the city, but rather on its outskirts. We drove on a rather bumpy road, past unruly fields and practically dying trees.

I felt somewhat of a release on my throat, almost like some form of pressure being extinguished. My eyes went wide at the realization that I could finally voice my concerns about this whole… incident. My mouth opened wide, in preparation of the grueling and high pitched scream I was surely going to let out.

Before I could manage to utter a syllable, the dark haired man interrupted, "Stop that. We gave you back your voice; now don't go around abusing the power or I'll make sure you won't speak again." There was something menacing in his voice and his face gave away his annoyance. I promptly shut my mouth. Obviously, screaming wasn't going to get me anywhere.

"I hope this is the right one..." hissed the dark-haired man.

"Hey, that was your fault, and you know it. I tried to tell you, but you just love abducting young girls in the middle of the night in abandoned parking lots." In comparison to his companion, the blonde haired man looked innocent enough. Key word being looked.

The blonde haired man pointedly ignored the current I-will-eat-your-soul look the dark haired man was giving him and shifted his attention back towards me. "I mean, you are Sakura right?"

I managed a very weak nod in response, surprised that my unique hair hadn't given away my identity in itself. I had gotten a very weak feeling that they weren't here to rip off all of my clothes and rape me. That was a good thing, right?

"My name is Sasori," the blonde-haired man gestured towards himself, "and that brooding one over there is Itachi, not that he matters. We have some very important, very secret… news to tell you. No matter how absurd you think this news is, believe me, it is completely true. If you need some form of proof, I will gladly show you. Itachi… not so much." Sasori paused here, probably for some form of dramatic effect. "Like I said, this might seem weird and I'm sorry this is being shown to you in less than ideal circumstances."

I glanced between the two of them. Itachi was sprawled out amongst his side of the limo, leisurely drinking some form of alcohol, while Sasori was sitting on the edge of his seat. "Umm… ok." The only words I could manage to mumble out.

Sasori continued, "So a long, long time ago-"

Itachi interrupted him, "Jesus Christ are you going to tell her a fucking bedtime story, or the truth."

"Well we all know the last time you just outright told somebody. That didn't bode well, now did it?" Itachi glared at him. It seemed like Itachi was always glaring. "Anyways, like I was saying, a long, long time ago, there was a place known as the Otherworld, a place where odd and unusual creatures lived with gateways over to Earth. Now the Otherworldians didn't necessarily like Earth so much. Nothing was magical and technology soon began to take over. Most, although not all, stayed on their side, with no desire to cross over.

"Because I am going to assume you have no knowledge of this information whatsoever, you must know that Earth, itself, was divided into four separate places: Heaven, Hell, Earth, and the Otherworld, although in history it was known by another name. Each world had its own unique beings that served their unique purposes. Heaven was there to balance out the evil that Hell brought. The Otherworld existed to balance out technology versus magic on Earth." Sasori paused here.

Before he could begin again, Itachi, being the sweetheart that he is, interrupted, once more. "This is taking too long. Someone is going to noticed that she is gone. Here is the gist of it, girl. You are not human. Well you are partly human, but mainly you are gentry. You are a fairy, so to speak. Sasori, right here, is an angel. Yours truly is a demon. Ok, you got that?"

He didn't wait for me to respond before he continued, "You see the Otherworld was destroyed due to their own ignorance and the wars that continuously ensued. They had no other option, but come to Earth, the problem is they do not have any territorial claims on this world. Rumors have been circulating for centuries about a revolution, one that would grant them all the land they could ever want. Throughout these centuries, the Otherworldians have taken it upon themselves to multiply, bringing their numbers much higher than we ever anticipated. Now while I despise creatures like Sasori here, we all agree that the Otherworldians cannot have this world as well. This is where you come in."

I could have burst out laughing at this point. "Is this a joke? Is Naruto trying to pull one over on me? I mean his last prank failed so miserably…"

"This is not a joke." Itachi didn't even attempt to explain himself further. It was almost as if he knew I wasn't going to accept the current information that had been thrown on me.

A/n: I know it is a little weird, so I have some questions for you if you are willing to answer them.

Was it easy to understand for the most part?

Should I change anything?

Are there any HUGE grammatical errors that need to be fixed.

Read and Review, please… Just to answer the above questions.. I need to know how my writing is and don't mind constructive criticism.

Thank you,

-my-name-is-V-