A/N: This is going to be a Naruto world story. It's nothing Mary-Sueish. No cool ninja powers. Just a girl with a problem that she needs to solve. Getting back home. Hopefully it's nothing cliché. I'm trying to make this as original as possible. Enjoy!

Sometimes you feel like the worlds out to get you, but then other times you feel like it was your fault. In a case like mine the former would be correct rather than the latter. I didn't do anything to deserve this, in fact I had no idea what in the hell was going on. What I remembered was waking up on a mountain that looked more like a knockoff Mount Rushmore than anything else. The air around me wasn't extremely hot, nor was it deathly cold. It was "just right" like little Ms. Goldilocks would say. The only problem about this very scenic view was that I was on top of a mountain with no way of getting down. There was no one around me, but I knew there were people here because there was a very large town right below this mountain. You could see little dots moving, which I knew was people, but the cliché phrase of "they looked like ants" would have been something I would have used in a moment like this.

After staring at the town for longer than need be, panic started to settle in.

Where in the hell was I?

Why wasn't I at my job interview in Kyoto?

Why wasn't I wearing the clothing to my interview anymore?

What in the hell was going on?

Questions upon questions started rushing through my head making me realize that I was hopelessly lost. Maybe if I climbed down the mountain and asked people questions, they would be able to answer some of them for me. Taking in a deep breath I looked around me to see if there was a ladder of some sorts to climb my way down towards normal ground. Of course it seems as if god hates me as the only kind of transportation down was using my two long hands that god gave me.

Now if you must know rock climbing is extremely hard, especially if you don't have a harness or a belayer down at the bottom to help you. I've done rock climbing before, but if you don't have the upper body strength, you're pretty much a goner if you even attempt to do it without a rope. So now you can understand the sheer fear that was running through my veins. Inching closer towards the edge, but not too close to fall off, I slowly peered over the side. That was a mistake on my part as my stomach suddenly dropped and I swayed dangerously to the side.

My fear of course was heights. Now you're probably wondering why I did rock climbing? Well, it was a way to get over my fears in a safe and efficient way. It made sense because people would be supporting me if I fell. But right now, no one would be supporting me if I fell. It would be just me, the air, and the ground.

Nice thought right.

Calmly edging away from…well the edge, I turned to my right to see an indentation in the side of the rock. Upon closer inspection you could see that there were more indentations, but instead of going off to the right, then headed in the direction of the town, basically down the mountain. I could see that there was a platform below, but the problem was that it seemed to be a good twenty feet below me.

I thanked god that there was at least some sort of platform, but trusting myself to climb down twenty feet of rock with no harness sent a jolt of panic through me.

How exactly was I going to do this?

I have no idea. But that daredevil side of mine took over, and before I knew it, my body was swung over the side and I was slowly climbing my way down.

Don't look down. Don't look down. If you look down you fall. If you look down you fall. I continued to repeat this in my head like a mantra, praying that this saying would keep my poor irrelevant life alive. It felt like hours passed by as I still continued my trek downwards to the platform. My hands were getting sweaty and my arms started shaking as if a tremor was running through them. My breath was coming out sharply and my hair that was in a low bun was sticking to the back of my neck. It was only a matter of minutes before my arms would give out as I knew I couldn't keep this up any longer.

It wasn't long before I reached the platform and I breathed a sigh of relief as my feet finally touched solid…platform. Turning around I saw that I wasn't that far away from the town now. Grabbing unto the rope to support myself and shimmied my way down, and down and down, until I could finally see the slanted edge of a rooftop. The building wasn't too far away. All I had to do was jump into the trees and then leap over another before the building would be right in front of me.

Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I swung the rope back and forth as if I was tarzan. All I would need to do is wait until the tree came closer before I could jump off and land safely (hopefully) in the tree.

Swing one.

Swing two.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

At the last swing I pushed myself off of the rope and watched as the tree came closer towards my body. It was faster than I expected, but I managed to grab a low branch and swing myself unto another branch in the tree in front.

I felt like a monkey as I climbed up one branch and hopped unto another until I was hanging off of a tan shingle. Pulling myself up I used the last of my strength to crawl all the way to the top before collapsing in a heap.

Thank god that was done with. I felt like I was sent through a meat grind and pounded into a burger after that little expedition I just had. The back of my neck felt sticky beyond belief as the sweat mingled with my hair. Sighing, I picked myself and undid my bun in order to put it up into a high, bun but as my hair fell off my shoulder I couldn't help but scream as white hair suddenly was pooling around my waist.

White hair!

WHITE HAIR!

I started having a mental breakdown as I clearly remembered my hair being black. My hair was black last time I checked and my eyes were a blue. Thinking about my eyes, I began to wonder what my eye color was now that I realized my hair wasn't the color that it was supposed to be.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." I continued to repeat this as I walked over to the edge of the roof searching frantically for a mirror. (Like there would be a mirror there)

I needed a mirror, and I needed it now!

A door was on the other side of the roof and I made a mad dash for it, not comprehending how quickly the door came in front of me. It shouldn't have been normal how quickly I made it to the door, but that was the least of my worries as the only thing on my brain was why the hell I had white hair. The door swung open and I rushed down the stairs hoping that there would be a mirror somewhere, but of course I was met with a long hallway. There was only one direction I could go in and that was straight. There was a door to my right and I swung it open praying that it was a bathroom, but instead it was an office with four people standing inside. They turned and stared at me, but I didn't wait to apologize as I continued running down the hall.

Mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror.

There goes that mantra again. Not paying attention I crashed into a tall man with spiky hair, sending us both to the floor. He stared at me wide eyed, but the only thing I was paying attention to was the fact that my hair was pooling around his head, creating a curtain. Upon seeing my white hair again I let out a scream and scrambled away from him, not stopping to help him up, and continued on my way.

I needed a mirror and I needed it now.

I heard yelling behind me, but I didn't pay any attention to it as I pounded down another flight of stairs just to be thrust into a reception like area with a large desk in the center with two men standing behind it. Looking to my left I saw a large door that was open, leading towards a market type area with people bustling back and forth like it was any regular day.

For me this was not a regular day. This was hell. I had no idea where I was, why my hair was white, and what this building was. You could say that I had no idea about anything, and in all honesty it was the truth. Instead of running around like an idiot I made my way over to a man standing off to the right who had spiky black hair and was smoking a cigarette. He had three kids sitting with him, but I could care less as I made a bee line for him. When he was within arms width I grabbed him by both shoulders and started shaking him.

"You have to tell me what the hell is going on around here. I have no idea who I am, why my hair is white, where in the hell I am and this building is giving me the creeps. I just had to trek down a fucking mountain like I was the god of rock climbing with four heads on top and almost fell to my death. Then I made my way to this awkward shaped building and then fell on top of this guy with spiky hair and a bandage covering his face and..and…and—" The man suddenly cut me off by shoving his hand over my mouth. He gave me this look as if I was crazy and pushed me away from him. "I don't know who you are and why you're here shaking me, but you had better get a hold of yourself before-"

His sentence was cut short as a man yelled stop. Turning towards the voice I noticed that it was the man I had fell on top of. He seemed very pissed, but I didn't stick around to figure out why. A loud scream came out of my mouth as he took out what seemed to be a knife and TOSS it at me.

The man is trying to kill me. He tossed a knife at my head. If it wasn't for my clumsy self, tripping over a chair I would have had a knife stuck in my back. Not wasting any time I jumped back to my feet and rushed out the door, turning left down an alley and out towards a marketplace. Yelling could be heard behind me, but I didn't stop to listen.

I didn't even do anything for that man to toss a knife at me. All I did was fall on top of him, and that gives him a reason to toss a dangerous weapon at me. Everything went by in a blur as I weaved in and out of people trying to not trip over air as I dodged the many carts that rolled down the dirt road. "Stop right now!" I turned my head to see how many people were following me and gulped as I saw the man smoking the cigarette, the spiky haired guy with the bandage across his face, and four other people right on my tail.

I felt like crying as I tried to run faster from these people. Suddenly the man with the spiky hair was in front of me, and I couldn't help but gasp at his sheer speed. People shouldn't be able to move that fast. He was just behind me so how in the hell was he in front of me now. Turning around to run in the other direction I bumped into a hard chest and fell to the ground without warning. A hand was in my hair as someone roughly pulled me to my feet and pushed my hands behind my back.

"You don't have anywhere to go now."

"B-But I didn't do anything." I cried, struggling in the iron like grip around my wrists.

"You interrupted an important meeting between the hokage and council members."

"What! I was just looking for a bathroom, and then you decide to go and toss a fucking KNIFE AT ME. Who the hell do you think you are, and what gives you the right to just go and do stuff like that. You bastard. Lemme go." Nothing I did helped the cause as the more I struggled the tighter the grip became. I felt a sharp pain in my neck and suddenly my legs gave out from beneath me and my vision began to swarm. I tried to hold unto consciousness as best I could but the pressure seemed to increase, and a few seconds later I was out like a light.

Pain. That's what I felt when I woke up. There was this throbbing in the back of my head and I couldn't reach up to rub at it as I felt my hands were tied behind my back. I knew I was blindfolded as I could feel the cloth rubbing against my skin, and I couldn't yell as there was a rag stuck in my mouth.

Who the hell does something like this? I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't even know why I was here.

All I know was that I was scared beyond belief because I could feel metal pressed up against my neck and I knew that someone was holding a knife to it.

"She's awake." I heard someone mumble. Shuffling could be heard and soon a door was opened and closed. I didn't hear anything for a few minutes but suddenly I was pushed into a sitting position with a knife still at my throat. The gag came off a few seconds later making me cough and spit out the odd taste in my mouth.

"You will answer my questions to the best of your ability. If I find that you are lying there will be consequences." A rough voice uttered, sending shivers down my spine.

"Name."

Name? What was my name again. I had no idea. But I knew that if I said that, the man would accuse me of lying. Well…I still have to try anyway.

"I don't know."

"You're lying."

"No I'm not. I'm telling you that I have no idea who I am. I don't know where I am, why I was lying on top of a mountain—"

"Silence." My mouth shut and I waited for the worst. "Now tell me your name." I growled in frustration at the man's incompetence.

"I'm telling you that I don't know my name! What. You have a stick broken in your ears or something." My face began stinging as the man slapped me. I couldn't help but let out a moan as I felt like my eye exploded. "Tell me your age then."

I bit my lip to stop the insult that I wanted to send at him. What I needed to do was cooperate or else things weren't going to go smoothly.

"Seventeen."

"Village of origin."

"What?"

"The village you come from."

"I don't come from a village."

"Stop lying."

"I'm not lying! I really don't know where I am."

I could hear a heavy sigh next to me and was thankful that I was making this man's job harder than it needed to be.

"Chakra affinity." What was he talking about? And what's chakra?

"I…I'm sorry I don't know what chakra is…"

"You don't know what chakra is?" The knife around my throat was quickly removed and I felt the blindfold fall from my eyes. Opening my eyes I tried to adjust to the brightness, but it took a couple of seconds before a figure came into view. A tall man wearing a black trench coat with a black bandana covering his head. What made him stand out though were the two scars that adorned his face. I kept the gasp in the back of my throat because I knew that he wouldn't appreciate me pointing out the obvious.

"No…Is it someone sort of food or song or something."

He stared at me with an annoyed look on his face. "You aren't playing dumb are you." It seemed more of a statement to himself rather than a question as he turned around and exited the room. The door shut behind him leaving me to my thoughts. Looking down I observed the strange clothing that I was wearing. I had a black and white halter top that stopped at my naval with spandex black shorts that stopped at my upper thigh. I had these odd looking sandals on that were black, but what made me cringe was the fishnet stockings that I was wearing.

I mean talk about looking like a hooker. But the man didn't say anything about my appearance which was very strange. Usually people would have already been calling me out for wearing something like this, but maybe it's normal here. Or..whatever normal really is.

I felt like I was by myself for hours. I couldn't hear anything outside, and that strange man certainly hadn't shown up yet. My stomach began to growl and I blushed at how loud it was. I couldn't even place my hands over it to stop the growling. I sighed and stared at the door for a few more minutes before laying down on my back. Even though it was uncomfortable because my hands were tied I still managed to find a somewhat tolerable position that didn't have them digging into my lower back. My hair cushioned my head a little bit, but it still wasn't a nice spot to be laying in. Voices could be heard outside of the door and I quickly sat up, not wanting It to look like I wasn't serious about the position I was in.

The door opened and an old man with white robes stepped into the room. Behind him were two men with weird masks on, and then the man that had been interrogating me before stood behind all of them.

"Hello young lady. Do you know where you are?" My eye twitched at the question, but he was so kind that I couldn't help but let a small smile crawl unto my face. "No sir."

"You are in Konoha, the Village Hidden in the Leaves?" I titled my head in confusion. "The what?"

"You've never heard of this village before?" I shook my head as he placed a hand unto his chin.

"Interesting…" He mumbled. "Come. We will discuss this more in my office." He motioned to the man on his left, and the ropes around me suddenly dropped. Finally feeling the blood rushing back into my hands I rubbed a little at them as another masked man helped me to my feet. I gripped his arm harder than necessary as my legs wobbled a little bit from sitting down too long. "Thank you." I whispered. He didn't acknowledge that he heard me, making me scowl a bit.

Douche.

"Bear. Bring her back to my office. I will be there shortly." The old man exited the room leaving me with this bear character as everyone else filed out after him. He put his hand out in front of me making me stare at it like a complete idiot, unsure as to what to do next. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, not really sure what he was trying to get at. I could practically feel the roll of his eyes behind his mask as he grabbed my hand. What happened next is something that not even I know. It was like I was in a washing machine, being twirled around and around before coming to an abrupt stop. I know, it sounds weird explaining it like that, but opening your eyes to see yourself standing in an office rather than an interrogation room seriously gets your blood thinning. We were in one place and then we ended up in another and this man was standing here as if nothing had happened, and I began to freak out.

I ran to the nearest garbage can and chucked up what was in my stomach, not really caring that it wasn't an attractive sound that was escaping my mouth. If you had experienced what I had just experienced you would be losing your lunch as well. After getting rid of my entire stomach I stood back up and wiped my mouth off on a tissue the man handed me. I thanked him of course, obviously not getting a reply, and stood off in the corner not wanting to talk to him let alone that old man again.

I was seriously frightened beyond belief. My name has escaped me, I'm in a strange town. And it just wasn't my day at all.

I was not in the mood to deal with anyone, and I felt as if I was going to lose my stomach just thinking of this.

Oh god.