NYAPPY, my fellow Earthlings!! This is a little story I had kicking at the back of my mind for a while, and I decided to write this story a month ago, but I just never had the confidence to jot down a few notes. So, this is the first part of my new story, Cell, The Naruto Edition.

I do not own the characters of Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto does, and he beat me right to it. I also do not own the storyline , which is based off of the the novel Cell by the wonderful man that is Stephen King. I do however own a few OC's that pop up here and there, …so yeah…

Part the First: Another Day

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost.

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Gandalf the Grey, J.R.R Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

The sun shown brightly on this day, the 3rd of October. Despite the stranger weather that had occurred a few days previously, it seemed that today was proof that whatever marginal anomaly that made that strange weather was gone from the atmosphere. And in order to celebrate this glorious weather, many people had decided to spend their day outside. The many restaurants were packed more the usual with a flow of business people and the occasional struggling artist. The stores that lined Tanzaku Avenue were crowded with young schoolgirls on break and older women who wanted to update their wardrobes. And the parks were also crowded with families on picnics, children who were playing in the fountain, the occasional minstrel pack, and a few games of baseball. The largest park in Konoha City was Rasengan National Park, which was over ten miles long, roughly. The lake in the center was teeming with people, and across from the lake a game of soccer was nearing it's finale. On the bridge that overlooked most of the park, a pack of college students had chosen to perform part of Shibaraku live to many a spectator. All in all, it was a perfect day for anyone.

It was a perfect day for Namikaze Minato. He strolled by the small play, stopping only once to look back at the play. He remembered the first time he had seen it with his grandmother and his older sister, back when he was only a kid of seven. He turned back to his original destination: the small ice-cream truck that was selling his favorite brand of ice-cream, chocolate-cherry-vanilla swirl. He had very little time to waste, as it was. Thirty minutes from now, he had to go and pick up his wife, Kushina, from the airport. She had been away to visit her brother and his daughter far away at Uzumaki Ranch in distant west side of Fire Country. Afterword, he had to go and pick up his niece (!!OC ALERT!!WILL COME UP LATER!!) 

from the bus stop. Then he had to go and get his son Naruto, who had been staying the week with his friend Inuzuka Kiba, and who was due home today. All in all, it was going to be a busy day.

Across the park from Minato was a young woman with a problem: too much free time. For anyone in this day and age, the problem of an extra ten minutes seemed trivial enough. In those ten minutes, you could do almost anything: eat, take a small walk around the neighborhood, take a nap and dream ten different dreams, anything. But for Uchiha Sayuri (!!ANOTHER OC ALERT!!) it was a not-so-trivial problem. She rarely had a break from her job as a waitress, and when she did, it was usually five minutes. To her, ten minutes from her job was an eternity. And she simply had no knowledge of how to make the ten minutes go by. She already had lunch, she didn't bring a book, and there was no place in the restaurant for her to take a nap. She simply stood out on the park, a few feet away from the restaurant, and stared the distance. She had already wasted four minutes, and the people were looking at her like some sort of freak. She supposed she should take a small walk. Another few minutes around the bend, and she should be back on time, earlier at the most. She started her treck, humming Ryuusei Rocket quietly to herself. She had no knowing that the end of the world was at bay.

A few feet away from Uchiha Sayuri sat a pensive boy with long brown hair. He was seated at the edge of the park, his legs dangling from his seat. In his hand was a sketchbook, filled with small doodles (of exploding pineapples and dancing bottles of Smirnoff) and in his other hand was a pencil. He was looking intently at two young women, one with short pink hair and bright jade eyes, the other with long pale blonde hair and bright blues eyes. They were both in the same schoolgirl uniform and were both carrying cases with their school books and homework. They were giggling constantly and the pink haired one was clutching something plastic in her small hand : it was a cell phone, with a cherry petal decal and the kanji for sakura written on the front, and had a small chain with a crystal S dangling from it. The blonde's own cell phone was tightly held in her back pocket, an obvious notation that meant either My cell's out of service or take a good look, gents! They stopped at an ice cream truck, the third and fourth in line for an ice cream. In front of them was an older woman of possibly twenty with short brown hair in a pink powersuit and a Prada tote bag. In her left hand was a glittery red leash that lead to a (surprise) small pig with a faux-diamond collar that read Tonton at the end. In her right hand, pressed against her ear, was a red cell phone. She was trying to talk to someone, judging by the frustrated look on her face that read C'mon! Pick up, dammit! In front of her, and the first three in line were three young kids in their elementary school uniform, apparently just getting their ice cream. The young boy in the middle, who was wearing goggles, apparently had decided to pay for his two other companions, a bespectacled boy and a young girl, and they soon were rushing off to the nearby playground to eat their well deserved earnings on the swings. Soon, the woman in the power suit had ordered her ice cream and seemed to have reached her friend, since a relieved look spread over her face and she started yapping away at her phone. Behind her, the pink haired girls cell phone began to ring a Spice Girls song, and she flipped it open. She said something, then turned to her friend and whispered something, apparently something 

'juicy', because the blonde pressed her ear to the phone along with the pink haired girls ear. Behind them came a man of possibly thirty, with semi-spiky hair and bright blue eyes. He apparently knew the two girls, because he spoke to them and they returned the greeting. Quickly, the young man began to sketch the small scene. The young man, known as Hyuga Neji, had no idea that this small sketch would prove to be the last normal ,albeit trivial, activity he would see for a long,long time.

End Part One

Well, how was it? Did it suck so much? I really think I could have done better, since I usually do much more better with the right type of music. But I really don't think Yellow Submarine by the Beatles helped. It did however make me feel happy!! There are a few references to normal American stuff like the bag, but I'm not that advanced when it comes to foreign accessory lines with the exception of Sex Pot Revenge. There is also a hint of An Café and Memoirs of a Geisha, so be wary! I put hidden meanings in many of my works, wether short or not. I'm sorry for how short it may seem, but I gotta make a living. The next chappie will finally unveil all that is to come , and not only will I have OCs in it ( it's strange without them for me) but some filler arc characters will appear in this story as well, so please don't kills me!! P.S. If you already read Stephen King's Cell, then you will know what will happen to Sakura and Ino. If you hate them, then you will LOVE what will happen to them next time! Until then, Bye NYAPPY!!