I do not own Naruto, so please read and review! thanks and enjoy!

A/N:) Ever since reading Silver Queens 'Dreaming of Sunshine'; I fell in love with this type of story. It was interesting and new for me, so I begin to search for stories simaliar to it. I found a few that I like and favorite it. But lately there was no new updates, so I try my hands at it. This the result of it, so enjoy and tell me what do you think.

This sucks, this officially sucks.

You may have read many stories about people suddenly get suck into their favorite anime or book, but they were usually merge into one of the original cast or become a new character in the story. With them there, they change the event of that universe; ether it change for the better or turn to the worse.

You read their thoughts, you read their actions, and you read their interactions.

But the question is; how did it happen?

Well, you can meet a god or goddess, you can die and be reborn, or you can fall into a mysteries portal made by ether science or magic.

Now that we have that establish, let me tell you something.

It happens to me.

Now then, if you ask me how it happens and where I am?

The thing is; I DON'T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENS.

And the place that I got into is where many and I mean, many got themselves into.

That's right; the Narutoverse.

Now, imagine the worst hangover that you have ever gotten, now use that and times it like a million; now imagine being hit from a bus over and over again and you might have a sembles of what I was feeling right now.

I was in a dark ally of sorts with a strange prickling pain all over me. It felt like a thousand needles poking my nervous system.

People pass by me without batting an eyelash as I lay there in pain. Moans of pain came out of me and hardly anybody pays attention. I mean hard can it be helping a guy out on the streets, I mean really!

Over time my eyes sight had gotten worse and worse as I sat there, next to the wall, grunting in the pain and finally noticing a large sword gasp in my left hand with veins of blood dripping off of it.

This was strange; as I never wield a sword in all my nineteen years of life and from what I can tell it look similar to that of the fusion sword of that of final fantasy 7: advent children or whatever.

That can't be, I look down at the square block of metal that was the guard of the large sword and saw the kanji for black.

My eyes widen as I scream in my head.

No, no, no, no, NO! How is this possible! I know this sword! I created this sword!

But that can't be it!

It was supposed to be fiction!

This sword was the main weapon of my OC in one of my Naruto fanfiction; a tale form a blade and the swords name is Dansei no Kuroba, Black blade of Men.

With my free hand, I patted myself for anything to hide the bloody sword and found a scroll.

I quickly rip it open and place it next to my sword.

I pour chakra into the scroll and pain flooded into my veins.

I stiffen a scream as the sword disappears into the scroll.

I painfully roll it up and tuck it away.

Then I finally lost my vision.

I was in a field.

It wasn't a large field and it was near the out skirt of the town.

There was small house in the middle of the field.

I was walking closer to the house and saw a child playing out in the yard. The child notices me, waves his hand and shouted at me with the biggest smile on his face.

But no voice came out.

I got closer and closer and a woman came out of the door.

She was a beautiful woman with the brightest red hair, the fairest skin and the kindest green eyes.

When I got close enough, the woman shouted "Musuko!" happily and the child yell out "Nii-san!"

I stop and my mind begins to reel.

That can't be right.

My mother wasn't as beautiful nor was she red headed.

I have far more siblings then that.

Suddenly I heard thunder crackling and look up.

There was nothing in the sky and return my glaze back at the house.

It was burning.

Mother wasn't there, nor was my sibling.

Then I heard a scream.

I ran as fast as I could to reach the burning house, but it was too late.

There were bodies on the floor, slain and the only person that was up was welding a large sword and has green eyes.

The person was standing in the middle and fire was crackling all over.

My eyes shot open.

But everything was still blurry.

I look around and find myself in an ordinary living room.

"Anata wa daijobudesuka?"

The one who spoke was a cute girl who is maybe a year or two younger than me. She has mousey brown hair that reach to her neck and warm brown eyes.

"Deshou ka?"

Did I just say that?

"I say are you alright?" the brunette asks worriedly to me.

Oh yeah, I forget that Naruto is based on the Japanese shinobi culture, so they are bound to speak Japanese.

But wait, I don't know Japanese.

So how in the hell can I speak Japanese?

You know what? I'll think about this later; too troublesome right know.

My mind turns back at the worried girl.

Truthfully, I was still sore, my back hurts and my brain is killing me.

"I-I'm fine, thanks for asking." I said as I tried to give her a reassuring smile.

She frowns slightly and gives me a stern look.

"You shouldn't lie like that; it'll give you a bad habit."

"Ah, ha sorry." I apologize.

She turns her head and sighs.

Her smile returns and said. "You look like a mess. Our bathroom is to the right."

She pointed at the direction of the hall.

"How about I help you get to the bathroom." She offers.

Well, the walk is a long way and I didn't want to offend her since, you know; different culture and all.

"Yeah, that would be a great help."

She pulls up an arm and our bodies became closer as we hobble to the bathroom.

With a few steps, we reach the bathroom.

"Alright, here you go. I'll leave you alone to clean up; once you're done, we can talk."

I nodded my head and enter the bathroom.

I expected a really girl bathroom, but by the looks of it; it seem modest.

With that look, I headed towards the sink.

Dismissing the mirror, I wash the dirt off my face.

Grabbing a nearby towel, I wipe the water off my face.

I finally turn my head up to look at the mirror and what I saw surprise me.

The face in the mirror is a face I know quite well.

With short black hair and a narrow jaw; it was the face of someone I created.

Masamune.

Green eyes peer back at me as I look intently at the mirror.

I stood there in thought.

Masamune was the son of a prostitute. He was abandon at a young age and grew up in an orphanage in Kirigakure no Sato. Otherwise known as village hidden in the mist.

He had fought for his survival as long as he can remember.

One day he met a man. This man was a swordsman and saw Masamune fascination with the blade, with that in mind; he was entered to be train as a ninja.

I had made Masamune character to be similar to one person; Itachi Uchiha.

Masamune was a peace-loving person who cares for his sibling, just like Itachi. Masamune was train in a young age, like Itachi. And finally, both Masamune and Itachi killed their family, all except one.

That is where the similarity ends.

There was a knocking on the door and the girl spoke behind it. "Are you done?"

"Just about!" I answer back while trying to hold back my quivering voice.

I look back at the mirror and my mind begins to wonder again.

Itachi kill for an unselfish cause, Masamune reason was somewhat selfish.

To prove that he was a great swordsmith, he created a powerful sword.

A sword powerful enough to kill a bujii.

I sigh then look at the mirror again; final I exited the bathroom.

Sitting in the couch in front of me was most likely the girl's father.

He was an older man with graying black hair and slanted eyes with wrinkles around them.

He was giving me a look.

A look that can penetrate through my soul and judge me all of my worth.

Giving that, it's makes me hell'a nervous to be sitting in front of him.

But something about the father and daughter duo that seem familiar.

"So… what's your intention towards my daughter. Did you two slept together?" The older man unexpectedly said.

What!

"What!" I yelled out when I heard that from the older man and I just met her, plus I never had a girlfriend before.

In retrospect, makes me feel pathetic, as I'm currently nineteen.

I feel sad now.

"TOU-SAN!" The girl yell out to her father rather angrily at him.

"CAN'T A FATHER KNOW WHAT SORT OF MAN HIS DAUGHTER IS BRINGING HOME?" The father shouted back at his daughter.

I didn't want to see a good family fight; so with a defeated sigh, I give him am answer.

"I-I n-never have a g-girlfriend before."

The room got quiet.

The father turns his head and asks. "How old are son?"

I answer him honestly. "N-nineteen."

He places a hand on my shoulder and give me a pity look.

Well, damn.

"M-moving on, my name is Ayame, Ayame Ichiraku and this is my father." Ayame said with a kind smile on her face.

"What sort of daughter doesn't introduce her father na-GAH!" the father yelp in pain as Ayame elbows him with a smile still on her face.

As I watch this; many thoughts race through my mind and it goes like this:

Shitshitshitshitshitshit! SHIT! I am in the presences of the people who serve Naruto ramen, damn!

"The names Teuchi" He said while still clutching his ribs.

"What's your name son?"

My name, what is my name?

I know that I'm not Masamune, but I'm not me ether.

So what the hell is my name?

I'm no longer me, the person who reads and writes fanfiction for fun and improving his writing skills, the person who is passionate for cooking, the person who draws on any piece of paper he can gets his hands on, and be it his homework or a blank white piece of paper he keeps near him, no longer.

With that in mind; make me relies that I can never go back.

I can never go back home.

"Are you alright son?" Teuchi asks worriedly.

"Y-yeah, I'm all right." I tried to give him a reassured smile.

He didn't buy it.

"Anyways… my name is…" I pause as I try to think for a name.

I wanted to use my original name, since it was the only thing left except my memories.

But I don't think they will understand English so I'll use the Japanese translate version of it.

"Kuraun…"

And for the surname, I'll use his.

"Masamune, Kuraun Masamune, that's my name."

They were all asleep; everyone in the house was asleep except me.

My mind returns back to my situation.

I was in the Naruto universe as a self-insert, replacing my own created character.

I could chose to involve myself with the cast but then, the Anbu's will probably take me away take me away if I tried to interfere or warn them of an event. Or, I can NOT get myself involve with them and tried to live in a rather peaceful life.

Pfftt. Likes that'll ever happen.

I sighs as I lay there at my back side as I thought of my life, my family, my friends, and every person I know.

I would never be able to go back to them.

I have a new life now; with skills that are not mine.

That night, I slept with silent tears.