So I rewatched Once more with feeling again last night and suddenly thought 'How funny would it be if this happened in Konoha?" and I'm not planning on updating anything serious until tomorrow so I thought I'd write the first chapter of this instead. So basically, Sweet ends up in Konoha, not California, and chaos ensues. Here's the first chapter!

Disclaimer – I do not own Buffy or Naruto, I don't even own Sasuke (though I do in my dreams) if I did, things would be different, MUCH different, different as in certain people would never have left *cough cough, Oz and Sasuke* so no need to sue me ok?

Prologue

A Wrong Turn Coming Out Of Hell

The sun was beginning to set over the treetops as the sleek, jet black limousine pulled over on the side of the road. "Are we in Sunnydale already?" asked the passenger in the very back seat in a deep, nasal voice. Peering out of the tinted window at the weather-beaten dirt road, he raised his eyebrows. "Sure doesn't look like much."

In the front seat two of his many doll-faced minions glanced uneasily at each other. "Well, the thing is master," began the minion sitting in the drivers seat. "We aren't stopping because we're in Sunnydale, we're stopping because we seem to have – momentarily forgotten the exact location of the exact place we're in."

Stroking one finger over his oddly stiff goatee, Sweet took a deep breath. "So what you're saying is – we're lost?"

Glancing once more at his companion who was trying to look as busy as possible by punching random buttons on the Sat Nav, the driving minion nodded.

"Yeah we're lost."

The demon in the back of the car leant back against the ridiculously expensive bright red Italian leather upholstery of his seat, covering his face with his equally red hands. "Remind me," he said to nobody in particular. "Why I decided to drive to the Hellmouth instead of just doing what most demons do and teleport?"

"Because you got the car for your Birthday and insisted on driving to California even though we told you over and over again that driving from a Hell Dimension to America just doesn't make sense given the current Economic Climate, especially since you're making us pay for fuel out of our wages – I mean come on what's up with that? I mean just because you're a demon lord and all that doesn't mean you have to be mean!"

The car suddenly went very, very quiet as Sweet removed his hands from his eyes to glare venomously at the minion responsible for that last little outburst. "Well thank-you…" he paused briefly to glance at the name tag on front of his underlings uniform. "Ed. For that charming little speech you just made there. "Even as the words left his mouth the back of Ed's head began smoking ominously as his feet started to tap dance against his will. Sweet smirked as the minions sitting on either side of him leapt to attention and reached under the seats for the fire extinguishers they made a habit of taking everywhere with them.

"So," he said to the two lead minions sitting in the front of the car. "Where are we?"

"We're in the land of fire."

Everybody in the car turned to stare at Brad, the youngest and dumbest of Sweet's twenty-six minions. "H-how do you work that out?" asked the minion sitting next to him. Brad grinned and pointed out of the window at a sign exactly two centimeters in front of the car which read.

Welcome to The Land of Fire

Population – we're never quite sure as people do tend to keep dying

Please Drive Carefully.

The minion in the drivers seat who now had a road map across his lap, rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh. Whoops." Sweet rolled his eyes and reached into one of his tuxedo pockets for an aspirin. "Whilst you're on the internet," he growled poking the minion in front of him, who had for the past hour and a half been reading a series of M rated fanfiction's that most vampires wouldn't touch with a ten meter stake. "You can get onto Google Maps and find out where the hell we are."

"Er- master," said the minion sitting in the front with the GPS. "It appears the Land of Fire is in Japan – or at least a dimension like Japan anyway." Sweet's eyes widened. "Someone – anyone – please tell me that we're talking Japan as in Japan Iowa and not Japan as in you know – the other side of the planet from California."

"There's a Japan in Iowa?" asked Ed, who'd finally been extinguished and was now looking rather worse for wear.

"No." Said Brad. "But I think there's one in Cleveland."

Everybody groaned.

Sweet wished desperately that he had something stronger than paracetamol in his pocket. "You know what, let's just get out of here. I'm sure we just missed a turning on our way out of Hell."

Relieved he wasn't going to be incinerated anytime soon, the driver turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. He tried again. And again. And again. And again.

"Now what's wrong?" Sweet snarled. The driver leaned forward to rest his ginormous head on the steering wheel. This time there was no escape, knowing his master he'd probably be nothing but ashes within seconds. "We're out of Gas"

"We're out of gas?"

"Yes master." The minion squeaked.

Sweet swore explosively.

"But there is a town about two minutes from here which probably has a gas station."

Sweet turned to the minion with the laptop. "Oh? And what is this town?"

"Konohagakure," the minion said, grimacing at the unfamiliar Japanese pronunciation.

"Excuse Me?"

The minion clicked on the town, details about it's inhabitants and attractions suddenly filling the screen. "It means – village hidden in the leaves, in English."

Sweet raised his eyebrows. "And what's there I wonder?"

"By the looks of it it's the base for over a hundred ninja – oh and look there's ten different places to get ramen!"

Sweet stared at the Welcome to the Land of Fire sign, an idea forming in his brain. "Ninja's eh?" he said under his breath before suddenly opening his door and swinging himself out of the car. "Well that could be entertaining. Never did like California anyway, too many vampires." He raised his crimson face to the sky, the prospect of being allowed to do as he wished instead of obeying his summons filling his mind with excitement. "Konoha here I come."

Was it any good? Was it awful? Let me know, they make me smile : ) Well the bad ones make me cry, but the good ones make me smile…