O-kaaaaaaay.
What the fuck is goin' on?
This . . . is not right.
Or possible.
. . .
Huh?
. . .
Oh.
I guess you want to know what happened, huh?
Well, fine.
If you insist.
"I'm telling you, Jean. Gaara could so beat Naruto. Anytime, anywhere."
"Bull-freaking-shit, Mari. Naru has a giant, blood-thirsty furball in his system. You think that an eyeliner-wearing emo could withstand that? No fucking way."
"Yes fucking way. And I can prove it. By tonight's episode."
"Fine, then. But get ready for the end of it, when I call you and scream, 'YES FUCKING WAY.'"
"I'll be there."
"Or be square."
I hung up the phone on my friend, and fellow Naru-tard, Mari. My name's Jean. Me and Mari both got into the series when we were surfing the web outta boredom. We picked up an image on 'Google' and thought it was the shit. That was three years ago to this day. It was kinda creepy, actually.
I ran a hand through my bright red hair and sat on my favorite bean bag chair, conveniently placed in front of my T.V. screen. I grabbed the remote and my bag of 'Cheeto's' and prepared myself for the 'Big Fight.' Today was the episode where Gaara would supposedly go crazy and attack Naruto and the gang.
"Oooo," I squirmed in my seat, "I can't wait!" I clicked the T.V. on.
The familiar image of the title screen brightened my normally dark room. I keep the lights off so I could actually nap in peace from time to time. Instead of the normal intro song, it seemed . . . different.
"Wait. Why does this . . . aw, come on!" I threw the 'Cheeto's' bag on my carpet as I rose from my seat, "They can't be starting the series again! It just got to the good part!" I stood in front of the screen, hands clenched at my sides, fuming. "FUCKING T.V.!!" I kicked the screen.
The reaction was not what I was expecting. Kicking that screen was like kicking a space station window. A sort of vacuum began to pull anything and everything from my room, including me. Even though I tried to grab onto my shag carpet, it still sucked me in.
I can't really describe what the inside was like. Just . . . imagine being in a light blue hamster tube with electric bolts zapping around. While flying a million miles an hour. I'm surprised I didn't puke up my lunch. I actually think I blacked out at one point.
When I awoke, I found myself in a bed.
I blinked a few times.
What . . . the . . . hell?
Instead of my dark blue ceiling, I was met with a soft pink and white one.
"What the fuck? Did Mari kidnap me in my sleep again?"
Wait. My voice . . . sounds really weird. It's all high.
I sat up. My head's heavier, too. The fuck is going on?
Almost all the furniture in the room was either a soft pink or a white color. My room had all dark colors.
"Whaaaaaaaat the fuck."
I got up from the bed so I could find a mirror.
. . .
Bingo.
I glanced at my reflection and felt the blood drain from my face.
Long, pink hair that went past my shoulders.
Bright green eyes that widened in shock.
Pale complexion.
"Oh, God," The reflection spoke in horror, "No way."
I took a deep breathe and screamed as loud as I could.
I heard a smash from below and rapid footsteps.
"Sakura?! Sakura, are you okay?!"
The white door flew open and a woman with red hair burst in the room. She stared at me with panic, then confusion, "Sakura, honey, what's wrong?"
Okay, okay. Breathe. Breathe. Remember all the fanfics you've read.
"N-nothing, Mom. I just . . . had a nightmare."
The woman stared for a minute or two, then sighed in relief, "Great Gods, Sakura. You scared me to death."
I rubbed my arm awkwardly, "Sorry. It seemed real."
The woman gave a short laugh, "It's alright. Since you're up, you better get ready for the Academy. You don't want to miss your teammates, do you?" With a wink, the woman left, shutting the door behind her.
I released a breathe I didn't know I held. Then I froze. Teammates? Then, that means . . .
I grinned hugely.
I get to meet Naruto! In person!
AN;
Eh. What can I say? I've always wanted to create a 'Sucked-into-Naruto' story. Plus, this is my first time at writing in first person. Evah. I'm not really sure if I should do a pairing or not. I don't want Jean to be like a Mary Sue. Cause, that . . . would suck. If I do make a pairing, I SO know what it's gonna be. (dreamy smile) So. If you like the story, or you have a few suggestions, review this babe and I'll get back to you. (thumbs up)
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is my character, Jean, and whatever she does. She's my bitch in every way, shape, and form.