Hello people! I wanted to try my hand at a self-insert, cause I've read many awesome ones that inspired this idea. If you don't like self-inserts then please leave, no point in you being here. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, because honestly, I'm more of an artist person then a writer. I discourage flames, but I can't stop them from coming. I don't really know where I'm going with this, so you know, I'll go with the flow XD.

I don't own Naruto of course.

Summary: Melissa was a normal girl who signed up for something called Furry Guardians. Unaware of the consequences, she ends up sent to an Alternate Naruto world, as a cat with weird abilities. Now she's trying to survive and complete her beginner's assignment, keep Naruto alive for an indefinite amount of time and survive.

WARNING: Usage of bad words, bad grammar, and bad spelling.

Now go read it!!

I Edited this chapter a little, just a bit.

Chapter One: Furry Guardians

"God damn it, load already…!" I mutter under my breath. It was late at night, around 11:30, and I was trying to check my emails. Trying being the key work in that sentence. Pushing back my black faux leather chair, I sigh in frustration. Why couldn't my computer be just a little bit faster? Grabbing my backpack, I turn off the screen and pull out my black ringed sketchbook and green cloth pencil case. Flipping my sketchbook to a clean page, I grab a mechanical pencil and tap the tip of it to the page several times. Dropping the book and pencil onto the table, I frown at my lack of inspiration. Turning on my computer screen, everything seemed to be loaded and not lagging. Quickly typing in my e-mail address and password, I finally am able to check my e-mail. Clicking the first new message, I raise a brow at what it was.

"What the hell, bishonen and pokemon combined? The fucking hell kind of crack is this?" I chose to ignore the email… for now anyways. Clicking the next email, I skim over the text, curious, but somewhat suspicious.

Congratulations miss Melissa D, you along with several other people have been chosen for something special. Hopefully, you will consider becoming a beta user for our new program called Furry Guardians. Please apply before the end of this week, for this message will be deleted in 7 days. To sign-up, please see the link below.

Ok, so maybe I was panicking a little. I mean you would to if some site or person sent you an e-mail that addressed you with your first name. Apparently, they were also capable of hacking into my account too. Breathing in, I try to relax. I was probably just over reacting anyways. Skimming the rest of the text I concluded that it was advertising some kind of RPG game. 'Furry guardians' was a ridiculous name for a game, so I was skeptical to the actual content of the story. Actually, it didn't even tell me what the games about. Contemplating if I should click or not, I shrug and click the link, my curiosity getting the better of me. Usually that wouldn't be the case, but hey, we all got to live on the edge sometimes. A new window pops up on my screen and I search for the info section on the site, opening the sign-up page in a new window. It didn't say much other then the user would take the roll of an animal aide. The game sounded kind of stupid and pointless, but it could be fun I guess.

Thank you for signing up Melissa D, we will send you your package right away. It will arrive tomorrow at exactly 8:30am in your school locker. We look forward to working with you.

Tensing, I frown at my computer screen. 'My locker…?' Thoughts of a possible stalker, spies, and super computer hackers ran through my mind in a matter of seconds before perishing just as quickly as they came. Forcing myself to think try and thing rationally, I bookmark the site for Furry Guardians and close my email. Shutting off my computer, I decide to just ignore the email for now, and probably freak out when or if something happens. Hitting the lights, I fly jump onto my bed and snuggle under my blankets.

"Wait… I don't use my locker…" Shrugging, I close my eyes and fall into a dreamless slumber.

It's not until a few hours later that I find myself waking up. The first thing I notice is that my room was a familiar aquatic-blue shade. I instantly knew it was early in the morning. Turning my self over, I reach above my head to grab my glasses. Checking the time, I frown at how early it was. In blaring red, my clock read 6:37. Slowly sitting up, I remove my glasses and close my eyes and cross my legs. After a few minutes pass by, I drag my body out of the warm comfy bed and step onto my cold floor. Going through my draw, I grab a clean set of clothes and head straight to the bathroom. Stripping myself of my pajamas I trudge into the shower and try to wake myself up. Near the end of my shower I could hear my alarm clock ring through out the apartment. 'Knew I forgot something…' Quickly finishing up I casually walk back to my room. The bedroom lights are on, telling me my sister woke up.

"Your up early." She says looking up at me from her chair. Nodding my head I grab my jacket and backpack heading out the door.

"I'm leaving early today, I already ate breakfast," I lied, "Remember to wake up your brother." She remains silent but I know she heard me. Putting on my shoes I leave the apartment and head straight for the bus stop. I could already see a bus coming my way and pick up the pace. When the bus arrives I get on and grab an empty seat in the back. Lifting my left arm, I check my wristwatch. It is now 7:43. Almost half an hour earlier then when I usually leave for school. Looking out the window, I watch the scenery go by, recalling the e-mail I received yesterday. The game did not make much sense to me, but I figure it would be explained in the package I was to receive today. After a nights rest my mind seemed more at ease, able to think more rationally then last night. I was more curious about it then feeling the need to panic. Besides, it was delivered to a public school locker, so at least if anything happens, it probably won't happen until after I exam whatever was in the package. Maybe if I was lucky I could spot the person delivering it. For the rest of the way to school, my mind considered possible scenarios, ranging from a prank to a crazy stalker.

When I finally arrive at school, I pick up the pace and pass the doors, heading straight to my unused locker. I had lost my lock over the summer break, and was too lazy to buy a new one. In the end I carried everything around with me. It was easier to keep track of my things, and because my school was semestered I didn't have more then one or two textbooks per semester anyways. Upon reaching my locker, I stared hard at the slightly jarred green locker. Gently, I open it up with a quiet creek and peek inside. Glancing down onto my locker floor I immediately see a brown package with a card sticking out of it. Without missing a beat I bend over and pick it up gently. Closing my locker I slide down to sit on the floor, back against the cold metal. Placing the package on the ground I pick up the white card that was attached to the parcel. The card was plain and white, my name written neatly in capitals on it. Flipping it a few times, I examine it a bit more before shoving it into my coat pocket. Turning my attention back to the package I eye it suspiciously. It was small box, 8cm by 11cm. Maybe it was a bomb. I remain still in thought for a few seconds before shrugging and ripping apart the neatly wrapped brown paper.It revealed a glossy black box with a lock similar to those on a brief case on it. Popping the case open, I was not really sure what to make of the contents. A single black fingerless glove with a white ring design on its back sat inside. Beside the glove was another locked black box and a small gold hoop earring that pierced a single tiny green bead that remained firm in place. Turning my attention back to the glove, I pull it out and tug it on to my right hand. It fit snuggly, not to tight or loose. My fingers didn't feel strangled either. Looking at the back and front of my hand I turn my attention to the next thing I decide to exam, the black box. Hastily pulling it out, I'm slightly put off by the square gold plate keeping it shut tight. Frowning, I realize that not only was there no key, but there was no key hole on the box either. Lifting it up to my eyes, I flip it upside down and find a piece of paper taped to the bottom.

You have to wear the earring to open this baby up. Kiss the gold plate and presto it's open: )

"What the hell?" What good was kissing the box going to do? Reluctantly, I remove one of my piercings and put the gold ring on my right lobe. Looking at the box in my hand, I sigh and shift my eyes around the hall. No one had come by yet, and I didn't really want to be seen for some reason. Making sure the coast was clear, I press my lips to the cold gold plate. The gold plate flashes a yellow light that dies as quickly as it had come. Removing the box from my lips, I am shocked to see the gold square had cut in half, allowing me to open the black box. Now, the question was whether or not I really wanted to see inside. Would there be another light show? Curiosity quickly grabs hold of me and I open the small box. A pure white sparkling sphere with a round red jewel that turned black in its center sat snuggly in place. Pulling it out of the box I bring it up to eye level, noticing how it sparkles in my hands. It was really beautiful I decided. Suddenly another light flashes in the halls, blinding my eyes. When the flash dies I slowly crack open my eyes, and am disturbed to find that I was sitting in a room that looked like a grave of empty snack containers.

"Hi and welcome Melissa! I'm Sophie, One of the best programmers since forever. How's life treating yah? Well, you know, other then suddenly finding your self in a strange room that is." Lifting my head, I came face to face with a perky looking brunette dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans.

"Thanks for joining Furry Guardians by the way, your first assignment is going to start soon. If you have any questions, ask now or forever hold your peace." She said with a grin, her brown eyes glinting playfully.

"Where the fuck am I," I say after taking in a deep breath. I close my eyes trying to remain calm. I was really close to freaking out, but freaking out was probably the worst thing to do in cases like this. Do these types of things happen often? Are flashes of light suppose to take you to god knows where? Was this what people called being 'spirited away'? Oh my mother fucking god of cheese, did aliens abduct me?! On the surface I'm sure I look like I'm about to hyperventilate, which I was, but I try to still my beating heart. Finally I decide to look up at 'Sophie', who I am now convinced was an alien, only to freak out even more.

"Why the fuck is my face on that huge ass computer?!" I shout pointing behind Sophie. On a large screen surrounded by smaller ones, was a picture of me. My long black hair tied into a low ponytail and my brown eyes staring off to the side, as if the picture was taken without my notice, which it probably was mind you. Alarms went off in my head about stalkers and aliens, which got worst when I saw a list of information about me beside it.

Height: 5'5
Age: 15, turning sixteen in three months
Appearance: Brunette, brown eyes, average build, dresses in baggy shirts and sweaters.
Education: Average, High school student

Hobbies: anime/manga, sleeping, eating, drawing, talking about the unexplainable and supernatural, telling people volleyball originated from a tiny island played with coconuts, Singing various short annoying songs knowing full well her voice sucks, and reading fictional stories.

Personality: Blunt, plays oblivious, sarcastic, considered different from the normal, slightly air headed and lazy. Is a chronically late student. When concerning friends she is a serious person who has a tendency to mother her friends when she feels necessary. Easily recognizes when she is wrong and is willing to apologize and learn from mistakes. Accepts advice with enthusiasm when asked for.

Fears: Worms, centipedes, caterpillars, any long wriggly bug. Rats, mice, and anything small with a long tail. Tends to freak out when she sees an opposable thumb. Is afraid of eating her own cooking.

I stare at the screen with my mouth dropped in horror. How long have these aliens been watching me for?! Holy mother of cheese, what the hell was going on?

Out of the corner of my eye I see 'Sophie', shrug and sit down on a big office chair, spinning around to face the screen. I was close to freaking out and possibly attacking someone, namely the alien. "We have to do a background check on the people we're recruiting. Can't just let anybody in ya'know. Anyways, I should start telling you some stuff before sending you off on your first assignment." I heard a few taps as her fingers press away on the many buttons before her. A blue screen, causing on eerie glow, replaces the information about me.

"Ok, so lets start with the package we sent you. The earring is so I can track your signature and stay in contact with you, it's been programmed to be irremovable with out a password, which I only know by the way. The glove is actually a compartment for your weapon, that hasn't been assigned to you yet," Pausing she looked stared at the stone still in my hand. "And the box holds your partner, I guess you could say." Noticing my shaky, close to hyperventilating form, she sighs and spins her chair in circles. "We observe all our potential Beta-users. We have to make sure we're picking the right people for our… Community. In doing so we learn more about our potential workers and decide what partner would be best suited for them. When I was watching you talking to one of your friends, I heard about 'Bastov'," She paused for a second, stopping herself to face me. Bastov…? Wasn't Bastov the stuffed animal guy from Bleach? Or was his name Kon…? "So I created him or it or whatever for you. Bastov is currently inactive and literally in the palm of your hand." Blinking, I look down at the stone. Suddenly realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I had created a giant eyeball creature thing for one of my characters. I named the eye Bastov cause I liked the way it sounded. Now that I thought about it, it did look like the stone eyeball that was supposes to be Bastovs' dormant form. It still had power, but the only way to wake it up and use its true potential was to gauge out one of your eyes and shove the stone in there; which the character did by the way… Wait…

"I don't really want to lose one of my eyes you alien." Bastov was awesome and all, but I don't think I could pull out an eyeball for him.

"Hey! I'm no alien, just a normal human being!! Who's smarter then you, cooler, and way more amazing, and stuff." Sophie said, crossing her arms. Yeah right, she was probably lying about being human, damn aliens. Before I could retort she quickly continues talking. "And you don't have to switch your eyes with him either. I really like the idea for Bastov, but I don't want you gauging your eye out for the whole double power on Bastov thing, so I had to tweak your idea and change some things when I was creating him. When you start your first assignment, he'll activate. By the way, you can summon him by calling his name, English or not." I frown at her in confusion. I got the whole summoning thing, but what assignment? Opening my mouth to say something, Sophie ignores my obvious attempt to speak and continues.

"Bastov is what we call a partner. All partners have feelings and different personalities, so treat them properly!" Spinning in her chair she stops to face me. Raising one of her fingers she again stops my futile attempts to ask questions. "Don't interrupt, let me explain before you ask questions, got it?" Nodding my head I try to understand her explanation.

"Now, Partners fall into several categories, Assault, Defense, Scouting/Intelligence, and Healing. Other then those four, we haven't officially decided on anymore. The Bastov you created in your mind was originally a cross between defense and Intelligence, but it's against the rules to have a partner in more then one category. It has the whole unfair advantage thing going on and all." Crossing her arms and leaning back into her chair, she takes a breath, "However, that does not mean they are limited to that category. It just means they major in that area. For instance, a defensive partner with a shielding ability can actually use that ability to squish a target against a wall or against another shield. The only one that can't do any direct damage is the Healer type, but only healer types can heal, no exceptions. Healers do not have the ability to revive the dead though."

"How we assign the partners depend on the actual person. After we put our observations and information about them together, we decide which category is best suited as a partner for them. We then show them several potential partners and whoever it is gets to pick from there, but within the chosen category. You're the only one with a specially created partner," I tense when Sophie suddenly looks me in the eye with a serious and slight reluctant look. "But if you want, we can still exchange Bastov. Your chosen category is scout and Intelligence." I don't even hesitate to decide to keep Bastov. It, now apparently a he, was something manifested from my thoughts. I wouldn't trade him away for another 'partner' that I'm not familiar with at all. Nodding her head in satisfaction, her serious face cracked into an excited grin.

"Ok, so now you're probably still wondering what in the freak you're still doing here right? Well to put it bluntly, I'm gonna shove you into another world where you will live until the assignment given to you is completed. Most of you will be familiar with the worlds we send you in, because they're actually anime, manga, games, cartoons and whatever else. It's not the canon world though, but an alternate universe. We can't risk an information leak however, so I monitor each and every beta-user. There are only 10 chosen users by the way, and 6 of them declined. They were sent home without memory of all this. You're agent 04 by the way. Or User-04, whatever floats your boat honey. If I feel you're endangering F.G, that's Furry Guardian FYI, I will immediately pull you out and erase all memory concerning what happened there and us before sending you off to your home. Your partner will be taken from you and your assignment will be handed to someone else. Got it so far honey?" She asks, clapping her hands together. I nod my head, interested but slightly perturbed at being called Honey.

"Could you not call me honey?"

"Why not? Your name means Honey Bee right?" Well, that was true and all, but-

"So anyways," her voice cuts into my thoughts, "in order for me to send you to the other world, I have to literally download you into the anime, manga, game, cartoon or whatever. But because you don't actually come from that world, you technically shouldn't exist there. However, because I'm such an awesome programmer, I was able to solve this problem with that earring you should have received. In fact, I see it on your ear right now!" says gleefully. "It should stabilize your life energy to co-exist with that universes unique signature. You can't remove it by the way, only I can." Spinning in her chair again, she smiles happily at me. Happy to continue talking, she opens her mouth only to fall out of her chair. A loud beeping noise sounded in the room, startling both of us. Well ok, startling Sophie, I almost pissed my pants.

"Oh! We're behind schedule! Stand over there Honey!" She orders, pointing off into a random direction. Rushing over to the small stadium in that direction, I watched Sophie furiously type away on her very large keyboard. There sure were a lot of buttons… The screen above flashes several things, as a giant glass wall fell around me.

Initiating Scan…/
Scan Complete/
Enter User Cover Code/
1509090824993/
Identified as Beta-Agent 04./

Proceed Download?/
Downloading…/
Download Complete, Signature verified/
Data Name: HONEYBEE/

"Holy shit!" My feet were no longer touching the surface I know dearly as 'floor'. I was now in mid-air, stuck in a cylinder of glass. The computerized voice continued to say a bunch of things to Sophie. I was to busy wondering what was happening now, and what was happening? I was dematerializing, that's right, dematerializing; by pixels it seems.

Begin Uploading sequence?/
Uploading…/
Upload Complete/
Enter Name: Melissa Diep/
Enter Code Name: Honey Bee/
Enter Nickname: Honey/

Confirm Information?/
Information Confirmed./

Sensory Deactivation?/
Sensory Deactivated./

Suddenly everything seems to turn off for me. I wasn't really sure what was going on anymore. I felt aware, but not really awake either.

Download PAC006?/
Downloading…/

Begin Genetic Manipulation and Splicing?/
Proceeding…/

PAC006 Saved./
Genetic Manipulation and Splicing Saved./

Upload HONEYBEE ?/

Enter Pass code One/...

Enter Pass code Two/...

Enter Pass code Three/...

Enter pass code Four/...

Verify Pass codes/

Verified./
Uploading…/

BEEEEEP

HONEYBEE Uploaded, Now Transferring,

Everything suddenly came back to me at full force. After the sudden rush, a rainbow of colors ran through my vision forcing me to clench my eyes closed. I could see the colors even with my eyes closed, but it was less painful at least. I suddenly lurch forward, all the colors turning black instantly. I had lost consciousness.

The first thing I noticed was that the sun was annoying and I felt strange. Cracking an eye open, I blink several times, trying to get my bleary vision to clear. Standing up, I notice everything seemed different, and I mean other then the change of scenery. It all seemed a little… Big. Taking in my surroundings, I could confirm I was in some alley by all the crates and dumpsters. I awkwardly stretch before stumbling out of the alley. It seemed to be early in the morning, and people were just starting to come out. Frowning, I could not help but notice something very wrong as I walk to the nearest food stand. I was very, very, very short. Glancing down at myself I freeze. Sleek short black fur was what I saw.

No way… Dashing clumsily through the plaza, I look for something reflective. Finally, a glint from the corner of my eyes catches my attention. I somehow manage to gracefully swivel in the air. Dashing forward I ignoring the fact I felt pretty cool doing that spin. A broken mirror lay outside what looked to be a bar beside a dumpster. Hesitantly I stepped closer to the broken thing and look at myself. Short soft black fur covered my body. Three white stripes swirled from the top of my right paw up my Kitty arm. A longer slender black tail twitched in the air. My eyes were now a yellow gold, and on my right kitty ear was my new F.G earring.

"I'm… a cat?!" I meow in shock, stepping back from the broken mirror. How did this happen? My F.G earring glinted in the light, the green bead sparking. F.G… F.G, Furry Guardians, Furry Guardians. Horror struck my feline face. Don't tell me she meant furry when she said Furry Guardians! Staring at my reflection for a long time I look away. Walking away from the mirror I try to organize my thoughts. There were some many questions that still needed answering, but it all came down to one alien, err person. Damn you Sophie, damn you!

"I can't wait to start going to the ninja academy!" A young boy and what seemed to be his father passed by. Ninja Academy? Where the hell was I? Naruto? I stop at the though. No way…Looking around what I presumed to be a very big village, I confirm my suspicions. Walking about the average citizens were people dressed in strange getups, a metal band with a swirl on its center. Thanks Sophie, thanks, what more could I ask for? I just love being sent to worlds where Ninjas trained to kill aren't out of the normal. Thanks.

I hope you enjoyed it! Not everything was explained in this chapter, but if you have any questions, ask away! This will probably be updated, since I'm a little excited about this story. Be warned however, I'm not a good writer, so fear the grammar, spelling, and misuse of words. It may also take me a loooong time to update XD. I have another story idea involving Hinata, but I haven't figured out an actual plot for it yet (nor do I have one for this one). Well, that's all I guess, Please review! Flames are discouraged but will be used for my marshmallows.