A/N: What should already be obvious is that none of the naruto characters featured in this story are my creation. This is my first attempt creating a fanfiction and I make no claims of being fantastic writer. In all honesty I really have no idea where I'm going with this. I'm just sort of making it up as I go.
I'm well aware that this is an over used concept. I've read several stories involving various Naruto characters coming to the real world, so I thought I'd try it with characters I haven't seen used that often. Unfortunately these are ones I probably know the least about (not that I'm the most knowledgable Naruto fan to begin with) so I apologise if they are out of character.
Pushing on a set of heavy glass doors I stepped out of the medical laboratory building and into the gloomy, grey world of November. The ground was wet from yet another recent bout of rain creating circular rainbow patterns in places where motor oil had stained the asphalt of the parking lot that stretched out before me. Overhead the sky was painted a solid shade of seemingly unending grey. Securing the belt of my winter jacket around my slender waist more tightly to fight of the late autumn chill I made my way towards my car. It had been a long day, and the staff meeting at the end only made it feel all the longer. Thankfully it was the weekend, a long weekend too, so I wouldn't have to worry about all the "changes" they wanted to start implementing until later.
"Can you believe they want us to start scheduling our breaks?" A disgruntled voice commented beside me, their footsteps easily matching my own.
I didn't need to turn to learn who the voice belonged to. It was definitely Pam. Out of all my co-workers Pam and I probably got along the best. She was a tall, heavier set woman with short, neatly cropped blond hair. Pam may have been a larger woman but she wasn't afraid to tell you where to shove it if you tried telling her she should lose weight, and that's what I loved about her. I had to discreetly bite my lip to prevent myself from laughing. Pam liked to save her breaks and just take an hour long lunch, especially during the warmer months. The scheduling system they were going to start imposing would end that ability. It wasn't at all surprising that she was pissed off about the upcoming change.
"I mean c'mon isn't there something more important that we should be focusing on?" she continued to rant. "Like how to get more coverage for…."
"The ass-reduction surgery that you so badly need?," I mocked teasingly.
"Or the skinny-bitch-ectomy that you need," she shot back.
Stopping we turned to glare at each other in mock anger before breaking out in a fit of laugher. We often teased each other about being too fat or too thin but it was all in good fun. Reaching into my purse I pulled out a set of keys before once again continuing through the parking lot towards my car. "Seriously though, I wish they would give use more coverage for medical expenses. My chiropractic bills are killing me." Pam continued.
"True, but you do realise that wasn't what the meeting was about right?"
"I know I know," she groaned, "it was all about making things more efficient and improving techniques."
"Any plans for the weekend," I asked changing the subject and hopefully her growing irritated mood. The changes weren't ideal but I could see their point. I of course wasn't about to voice that opinion out loud to Pam.
"Mark and I are going to head up to New York for the weekend," she answered with a large grin. She had been talking about taking a trip to New York with her husband for months. To the point where I was about ready to book the trip for her myself if she didn't stop going on about it.
"Make sure to bring me back something," I half joked. I didn't really expect her to buy me anything but at the same time I wasn't about to turn down a gift if it was given.
"How about you," she questioned stopping at her own parked car.
"Nothing special," I shrugged, stopping once again so we could continue our conversations without the need to shout across the sea of parked cars. "Probably just going to stay indoors, download some movies and eat an unholy amount of chocolate chip cookies."
Pam rolled her eyes at me in exaggerated exasperation. "Firstly, that you can eat so much junk food and not gain a pound is tremendously unfair, and secondly you should get out, not spend your entire weekend cooped up in that apartment of yours."
This was where Pam and I differed. She was the party girl. The one whose idea of fun was staying out all night drinking, hopping from bar to bar before stumbling home in the early hours of the morning. Apparently, marriage had done little to change that. I on the other hand was the textbook definition of a wallflower when it came to parties, preferring instead to spend most of my time alone much to Pam's chagrin.
"You want me to set you up with someone," she asked, the hope that I would agree obviously apparently in her voice. "Because Mark's friend Dave has asked…"
"Ewww! You mean the one with the lip ring?" I blurted out suddenly, throwing my hands up to signal her to stop talking. "No thank you." I had met Dave at a BBQ Mark and Pam had at their house back in August. He was some sort of hybrid combination of wanna-be-rocker and nerd. A nice enough guy sure, but I had absolutely no interest in dating him.
"You are just so…"
"Happily single," I supplied with a grin.
"Frustratingly picky," she answered dryly. I'm not sure exactly when it had started but Pam had recently become determined to set me up with someone. That was the thing about married people I supposed, the idea that someone was happy being single was such a foreign concept to them.
"Who knows," I commented, giving a non-committal shrug, "perhaps someday I'll meet someone." I ignored her expression that clearly stated of course you will and continued on my way, offering a small wave as a last good-bye for the evening. "Oh, and have fun in New York." I commented over my shoulder.
I heard a "you know it" and the sound of a car door closing.
Pulling in my reserved space in the underground parking lot of my apartment building I parked my car and retrieved the groceries out of the trunk. I had swung by the grocery store to pick up a few things on my way home. This wasn't my usual shopping day, I reserved that for Sunday, and so I only had two bags to carry up to my apartment. Briefly I thought about walking up the seven flights of stairs but the ache in my feet had me opting for the elevator.
Anticipation swelled within me as the elevator doors chimed open to my floor. It had been a long day and the weather was wet and miserable so I was really looking forward to changing into a pair of warm pajamas and curling up on the couch for the rest of the evening. At some point I'd throw something together for dinner, but being warm and comfortable was my more immediate concern.
Opening my door I flicked on the hallway light and tossed my keys into a bowl I had sitting on a table in the entryway. I had barely made it down the hall when a large hand wrapped securely over my mouth preventing my ability to scream. Instantly the bags I had carried in my other hand fell to the ground.
Panic began to fluid my system, my eyes circling widely in a futile effort to see who was behind me. Why was there someone in my apartment? Had I just blundered into a robbery mid-session? Suddenly a tall man with shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes stepped out from my kitchen into the hallway. His eyes widened briefly before turning his attention to a point above my head.
"Jiraiya-sensai?," the blond man questioned uneasily.
For the first time since I had known her I was actually regretting not accepting Pam's offer to set me up on a date tonight. If I had I at least someone would be expecting me. As it was, no one would be expecting me anywhere until Tuesday morning. I wasn't stupid enough to think that I could get to the door and call the cops before one of them stopped me, especially not with one of them currently wrapping his hand over my mouth. With any luck maybe they would finish up with robbing my place and be on their way. Although I wasn't thrilled with the idea of being robbed, having some things taken was for more preferable to being raped and/or killed.
"Don't scream, we promise not to hurt you," said a deep male voice behind me.
The hand that had covered my mouth slipped away, restoring my ability to speak. Annoyance slowly began to replace the panic that raced throw me as an outrageous explanation for why two men might be occupying my apartment formed.
"Dammit! Did Pam put you up to this?" I questioned indignantly. Trying to set me up on a date was one thing, having men break into my apartment was crossing the line. "You know that is just so classic her. That woman and I are going to have to have a serious talk when she gets back."
Both men were now standing shoulder to shoulder in my hallway, arms crossed and twin quizzical expressions decorating their faces. The one that had been behind me was taller than the blond, with long shaggy white hair and dark eyes. Long red lines were tattooed under each eye that ran all the way down to his jaw. Odd choice for a tattoo I thought. Glancing over to Mr. Blond I noticed that he had no tattoos, at least none that where visible.
"Sorry kid, neither of us knows who this Pam woman is," said Mr. White, his dark eyes watching me closely.
Wait did he just call me kid? Before I could get annoyed at the comment the realization of what he had said started to set in. If this wasn't one of Pam's outlandish schemes then…. "What are you doing in my apartment?," I questioned cautiously. Not at all certain I cared to know the answer.
"Umm well," Mr. Blond began, nervously scratching the back of his head, "we don't really know how we got here."
That was strange; surely they would know how they had broken into my apartment. For a moment I thought that maybe they were just drunk and that they really had been sent here by Pam. The complete lack of any scent of alcohol quickly put an end to that idea. I briefly thought that perhaps they were on some type of drug but they seemed oddly coherent to be high.
"Okay then, just answer me this is either of you going to rape and or murder me tonight?"
"Absolutely not!," Mr. Blond quickly replied, his voice heavily laced with disgust at the mere suggestion of such a thing. "Jiraiya-sensai said that we wouldn't harm you and we won't."
Well that was a relief. Of course they could have been totally lying but for now I let the knowledge that I wasn't in any immediate physical danger wash over me. The more I looked at these guys the more my brain kept telling me that something wasn't quite right about them. Aside from the odd way they were dressed they seemed normal enough, but there was just something odd about them. "Since you're not here to harm me was there something I can do for you?" Like show you to the front door I finished silently.
"You could start by telling us where we are." This from Mr. White or Jiraiya-sensai as Mr. Blond had referred to him.
"You are currently standing in the hallway of my apartment, seriously eating into my plans for this evening."
"I think what Jiraiya-sensai meant was what village is this?"
Village? Okay, forget the alcohol or drug hypothesis. I was seriously starting to question brain damage or some other type of mental disorder. "The city you are in," I began emphasizing the word city, "is called Vancouver, which is in the province of British Columbia in the country Canada."
"Van-coover? I have never heard of this place. Have you?" Mr. Blond questioned turning his attention to the other man.
"I have not."
"Glossing over how the hell you got into my apartment in the first place, perhaps you can just tell me where it is you're supposed to be so I can call you a cab and you can be on your way."
Strangely both men seemed apprehensive at the idea of leaving my apartment. Once again my brain was buzzing with the idea that something wasn't quite right, aside from the fact that I was being stared at by two strangers.
"I think it would be best if we stayed here, at least until we can figure out how to get back."
I really didn't like where this was going. How was staying at my place supposed to help them get back home? That didn't make any sense. "Look, I'm not running a hotel here," I began crossing my arms over my chest, "Perhaps you'd better start by telling me who you are and what is going on."
Stunned couldn't even begin to describe my current condition. We had moved to my living room with Mr. Blond or Minato as I now knew him sitting beside me on the couch and Jiraiya sitting in my armchair across from us. I don't know what I had expected but an explanation involving ninjas and elemental villages certainly hadn't been it. When it became obvious that I didn't believe their explanation the one named Jiraiya began to try to explain something called chakra, ninjutsu and other ninja-esc sounding techniques. Everything he started talked about sounding more impossible than the last.
"That's a pretty fantastical story, you really ought to think about becoming a writer," I commented sarcastically, "but maybe it's time you started telling me the truth."
Jiraiya, who had done most of the speaking, recoiled in indignation. If I didn't know any better I would say that he looked absolutely flabbergasted and appalled that I wasn't buying their story and had pretty much accused them of lying.
"Perhaps a demonstration is in order," Minato suggested, "If you would be so kind as to move to another place in this domicile."
I had no idea what he was planning but the sooner they both dropped this ninja act and started telling me the truth the better. Clearly something was wrong with them. No one wants to be branded with the stigma of mental illness, but sometimes you had to face the truth and admit that you needed help. "Alright," I agreed eager to get this over. As I stood up from my sitting position on the couch Minato gently place a hand on my back.
"Remember we aren't going to hurt you."
That was reassuring I thought sarcastically. Unsure of where it was exactly that he wanted me to go I decided to head back down the hall to retrieve my forgotten groceries. Before I could blink Minato was standing in front of me holding out the grocery bags.
"HOLY FUCKING HELL!," I shrieked as my heart leaped into my throat.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you," Minato tried to sooth, holding his hands up with his palms facing toward me, "I just wanted to show you that Jiraiya-sensai is telling the truth."
Okay, so maybe they weren't lying.
Minato had politely offered to put my food away before disappearing into the kitchen. Thankfully both men were giving me space to let the reality of what they had told me sink in. In a shock induced stupor I mindlessly stumbled towards the bathroom. Perhaps a warm shower and the refreshing, light scent of soap would help to calm my frazzled state. Normally I wouldn't think of showering with strangers in my home but now I couldn't be bothered to care. I needed something normal, something routine to calm myself.
As I stood in the shower letting the warm water wash over me every logical fiber in my being was screaming that they were lying. They had to be, but the demonstration that Minato had given was proof that they weren't. No man could move that fast. Slowly but reluctantly accepting the impossible I turned off the shower and proceeded with the ritual of drying and changing into a set of flannel pajamas.
"Are you alright," Minato worriedly asked as I returned to the living room, "you've been gone a while."
"I have ninjas with magical super powers sitting in my living room. Why wouldn't I be alright?" I commented dryly, my voice shaking with obvious nervousness.
"You're really that scared?" Jiraiya commented.
"Is a pig's ass pork?" I snapped back. Of course I was scared. Who the hell wouldn't be? Although they said they wouldn't hurt me how was I supposed to escape from someone with could literally blink himself in front of me if they decided to revoke that statement? And who knew what the other one was capable of.
Jiraiya let out a loud bark of laughter at my comment. "You're alright kid, but definitely not a ninja. No trained ninja would ever openly admit to afraid."
"You honestly thought I might be a ninja?"
"I've entertained the thought that this might be some type of genjutsu. If it is, it's obviously not being cast by you."
I wasn't sure whether I should be feeling relieved or insulted by that comment.
"So," Minato started nervously, "are you going to let us stay here?"
What choice did I have? They obviously weren't from around here and despite my misgivings throwing them out on the streets of Vancouver in this cool weather would be cruel. Resigned to letting the stay for the time being I nodded once in reply.
"Thank you, Sarah," both men replied clearly relieved.
"Don't mention it; just keep your promise not to kill me."
After another loud, barking laugh from Jiraiya and several promises from Minato that on their honor I would not be harmed I found myself rummaging through one of my closets in search of spare blankets and bedding.
"I'm sorry I don't have any guest beds all I have is the couch, so one of you will have to sleep on the floor." I said, dropping a set of pillows, some sheets, a blanket and a rolled up sleeping bag on to the previously mentioned couch. "I'd offer you a change of clothes to sleep in but," I paused looking down at my 5" 2' 100 pound frame, "I don't think I have anything that would fit." It was true. Both men were at least 6 feet so there was no way that even my loose-fitting clothes would be able to fit them.
"That bed you have in the other room looks like it easily fit two," Jiraiya commented playfully while suggestively wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"Sensai," Minato started warningly.
"She's cute. Can't blame a guy for trying," he shrugged.