Okay, I know everyone hates me and all, but I'm going to update this story often, on my honor, okay? Even if I don't get many reviews there will be an update at least once a week.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of it's characters, but Caruh is mine.

I will put more in here when I have stuff to say, right now, I just hope you like this first chapter.

Dear Diary,

Life works in funny ways sometimes. I know that there are many people who have wondered what it would be like to enter the dimension of their favorite book or anime. Even many of my old friends used to dream about it, I know I did. I did, until it happened to me. This is my story.

The car shot down the street with torpedo-like speed. Not my car, mind you, the one that passed me because I was going too slow in the express lane. That's when the "accident" happened. Right ahead of me, he had to slam on his breaks and I had no time to react. The driver beside me tried to avoid an accident by swerving into my lane, straight into me, pushing my sweet little white Honda into the oncoming traffic. I had nowhere to go and the truck (because with my luck it would be a truck) in front of me had no time to stop before hitting me head-on. That is the last thing I remember before everything went black.

Through my bodies protests I noticed, however, that I was in what seemed to be a hospital bed and gown. What I hadn't seen coming was the older man leaning over me. His rectangular hat bore a kanji I knew well, and his robes were elegant. What gave it away for me was his face, seeing as how he was old to begin with.

"H-Hokage-sama?"

I think I surprised the poor man, because the second I said those words he jumped back and his hands flew into hand-seals. Trying to keep up with them, and understand what he was doing, gave me a headache, so instead of succumbing to the dream, which was all it could have been I thought back then, I closed my eyes to block it out.

After a few moments of nothing happening I opened one eye and looked at him again. His hands had stopped moving, but were still in the formation of one of his many seals. I hadn't been paying enough attention to know what he'd been attempting to do. With time, and my just staring at him absentmindedly while trying to figure out what was going on, he relaxed his arms. When they'd made it to his side, he studied me.

"I've never seen you before," he spoke, his voice skeptical, "how do you know who I am?"

'Haha, haha,' I laughed to myself. No use telling thim the truth, he'd think I was crazy. Heck, I already knew I was crazy. This was getting ridiculous. So, I opted for a lie. "Umm, I'm related to Hatake Kakashi, and am here because my mother died recently and said he'd take care of me."

Yeah, yeah, blame me for not coming up with a well thought-out lie. I was dead meat if anyone asked Kakashi.

When asked, I politely lied again, stating that I was his grandmother's, aunt's, cousing's adopted daughter, twice removed on his father's side. If you followed that I have to congragulate you. When I originally said it to him, I didn't have any clue what was coming out of my mouth. Then I said my name was Caruh, stolen from a role-play with my best friend, I was sixteen (the sold truth in this jumble of lies) and I was a ninja from Sunagakure, Village Hidden in the Sand.

It was clear he didn't believe me. I knew for a fact he didn't believe me, he'd told me so in our talks since. In fact, even to this day Tsunade-sama teases me about it. That's beside the point however, the point was, I was doomed.

Looking around I noticed that my backpack was on the nightstand by my bed. I looked at it, wondering why it was there, and then decided that it didn't matter. What did matter was that it was there, and that within it was my salvation. I pulled it onto my lap, and the Hokage gave me a strange glance, like he was ready to do signs and attack me. Not that I blamed him, he couldn't see what I was reaching for.

I pulled out the sand hitae-ate that I'd gotten at a con earlier in the month, and showed it to him. (ConAnime Convention, for those that don't know.) Amazingly enough, he took it from my fingers and examined it. Then he nodded, seeming to believe that I was telling the truth. For now.

"So, what happened to you then?" he asked, studying my body. My Raggedy-Ann red hair, tied neatly back in a ponytail that smoothed the curls at least against my skull, and my grey eyes, rather boring if you ask me, were my most prominent features. I was covered in bruises and cuts still, but nothing serious. Before I could answer that question, he asked more. "Why were you lying outside our village nearly dead a few days ago?"

"My mother died," I answered, getting into my story and willing to make it more interesting now. "I heard that Kakashi was here, and he's my last living relative, so I sought him out. On my way here, I was attacked however, by ninjas with poor information, and left to die."

"If you truly are related to Hatake Kakashi, why has he not been here to see you?"

"As I said, I was adopted. My mother didn't talk much of me, she didn't like to talk about it. Actually, I was never truly adopted, I just lived with her. I suppose I'm not really related to Kakashi, however he is the closest thing I have to a relation." There, I'd found a loop-hole, and a good one at that. Oye, but I was making my story less believable. Thank heaven for drama class. I think he believed that story more than the previous one, actually, though not by much.

I should mention that I've been here for a long time since going back and writing my memoirs, and would greatly appreciate it if you'd forgive my incessant desire to refer back to the present instead of sticking with the past until I caught up to where I am now. I will try my best, but my best isn't necessarily going to be enough if I keep that up. Now that I've mentioned that, I will not, will try not to, make it sound like I'm going back and forth. I'll write as if I don't know what the future will bring. Diary, and those who are now reading my memoirs, forgive me if that confused you. I won't talk about now, until I get here.

"If that is true," he said, walking towards the door, "I will get Kakashi then, so he can visit you here, okay?"

"Okay," I answered with a nod, a knot forming in my stomach.

It wasn't but a few minutes that the one-eyed-wonder himself walked in, gracing me with his presence and confusion written all over his face. Er, well, in his one visible eye, his nose and mouth being perpetually covered and his sharingan hidden behind his own leaf hitae-ate. Anyway, there was obvious confusion.

Finally his eye settled on me. "So you're my..." he paused, his eye studying me while he tried to figure out what I supposedly was to him. He decided on, "Relative?"

With a sheepish look on my face, I nodded, ever so slowly.

"And how exactly?"

"You're grandma's aunt's cousing's not-quite adopted daughter twice removed on your father's side," I answered, adjusting my tale to fit what I'd ended up telling the Hokage. I was surprised I could remember all of it though.

"That's impossible, my grandmother's auth didn't have a cousin," he told me, in a tone that said he didn't believe a word I was saying. So what else was new?

What made me laugh lightly was the fact that he knew that. "You know for a fact that your grandmother's aunt didn't have a cousin?" I asked, trying really hard (and failing horribly) to keep a straight face.

"Yes," he answered cautiously, now looking at me like I was from another world. Which, technically, I was. "However, even if she had, that was three generations ago, in the time of the first Hokage. There is no way she would still be young enough, or even alive, to adopt a child. And I'm sure that there is no way she'd raise that child in Hiding in Sand."

Dang, I was caught. Better phrasing of that statement, damn I was caught. I did not want to be caught by Kakashi of all people, it meant I was in deep trouble.

"Okay, I lied," I came straight and said it.

The look he gave me was priceless, yet rather sad. At the time, I knew if I wanted Kakashi's trust or respect ever again I would have to work for it, and work hard. Instead of giving a lecture or anything, however, he asked me to introduce the real me, and explain how I'd known about him.

"You know, it's a funny story." He gave me a cold look. "A story you wouldn't believe."

His eyebrow raised. "Try me."

I did, on the grounds that he didn't go sharing it with everyone. He said he'd see what he could do.

"I'm really from another dimension, where ninjas are a thing of the past, and this world is nothing but a tv show, and a comic book. One that my parents were always annoyed with me for watching and reading, but that's beside the point.

"My real name is Jacqueline, my friends call me Jackie, but I wouldn't mind using a different name while I'm here."

He sat on the bedside, the only time he would do it for a long time (whoops, did it again, sorry), and looked at me. "Okay, so for now, you're my relative. We'll explain everything to the others, when you're ready?"

"Why aren't you telling me to, I don't know, confess? Or commit myself to an insane asylum?"

"Because, for some odd reason, I believe you. And, seeing as the name you gave yourself already was Caruh, why don't we just use that?"

I nodded, now the confused one. His motives wouldn't become clear to me for some time, so I decided just to agree and make my own life easier. A twinkle in his eye told me he understood this, and he was smiling at his advantage. With a sigh I looked at him. "What should I do now?"

"Rest, we'll take care of the rest of it when you are released from the hospital, hopefully tomorrow." A good idea, if I ever heard one.