A/N: So for my old fans who are no longer serviced by my old two stories, which sadly I was forced to delete, I am truly sorry. I could name a million and one excuses why they're gone, but that would not be helpful. Truthfully, even though a controlling person said to do so, I deleted these stories because of an emotional rut (that seemed to be permanent at the time) which made it quite difficult to continue my stories although I knew where the endings were and just how to get there. When I thought about some how salvaging my lost work I realized at this time that even if I had anything left of those stories I couldn't finish them because my life has changed so drastically that I am no longer the person who started writing those stories; if I were to have tried to continue there would have been subtle differences that true fans of my stories would have noticed. I greatly apologize to those who wanted to know where those stories were going, message me about it and I'll tell you, as you please it, the endings of either of my two original stories. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, do not worry. This story sort of spurred up in my head as I was listening to the song Riot by Three Days Grace and as I was preparing to watch Kyle XY. So I apologize if it doesn't seem to make sense. - Enjoy.
Now as Kakashi is wont to do, as he is ever doing; we find our handsome, wise, sensei perched in a tree reading Icha Icha Paradise. But as not is normal, he's not in Konoha. Unfortunately our dear author friend who was once called Saskura-chan kidnapped, unknowingly, the poor sensei, along with various other anime characters and brought them to present day Japan. Now sadly, the girl only has a mind to go Raving with these characters. Kakashi, recuperating from one such night at a rave, was more than glad to be found alone in a tree reading his precious book.
Unfortunately his peaceful, serene, time alone would not last. A herd of fan girls, led by author Ducks-eat-monkeys, hurled and catapulted themselves upon the tree trying to get a piece of that ass. Kakashi, although enraptured in his sex novel, was adequately alert to the onslaught of screaming girls with raging hormones and the hot need that a woman is to come across when she sees that perfectly sexy man that she just has to have! Kakashi, readying to take off, was caught around his ankle by one such fan girl. His attempts to maneuver around this clingy, spongy, and god willing, round plush body, failed. He was caught, and as the first one had him caught to the tree, others groped and grabbed like spider monkeys and pinned him down to the poor, hunched over old tree.
Low and behold the man who approached, already bad tempered, would be Kakashi's unlikely savior. This man made all men quake with fear and adoration, made women secretly yearn for his wicked touch that would only ever cause them great distress, and this man who even worried Kakashi himself, would be to Kakashi's rescue because he too was exhausted from the rave with Saskura-chan (now lil' miss x ray butterfly). Itachi's expression was so sour that any person who was born with a pinched face, would miraculously have their face straightened and cured from the birth defect. The girls were causing such a riot that Itachi's peace that he craved in this captive world was far from coming. The girls were like leaches, Kakashi couldn't breathe, and Itachi's temper was reaching more than maximum. Luckily he had a clear enough mind not to perform any sort of jutsu on the girls. He merely reached up, shook the base of the tree, and Kakashi, barely having enough sense, latched onto the closest branch, all the fan girls fell out in a great heap. Their wails and curses were even more obnoxious than the screams and moans for Kakashi's sex appeal. But as Itachi was raising his hands to wipe them out of this pathetic world to which he'd been unwillingly brought; yet another girl appeared.
But alas, this one was a full adult and quite grounded. She being a friend of Saskura-chan, was willing to stop the coming storm.
"Itachi, enough" Iya Kari bellowed.
The man's mangekyo glowed vibrant red. "Why should I do that?" He seethed.
Iya Kari adjusted her glasses. "Simple. You're in a new world, and no matter how strong, murderous and powerful you think you are, there are more human evils in this world and they have more powers, ones you've never been witness to or subjected to; laws that you do not know or understand, that would more than make life difficult for you. Do you want to get back home?"
Itachi seethed more, "of course."
"Then bear with Sutaru and myself. We'll figure it out and get you back home." Iya Kari said slightly soothingly to the man.
"Trust that redheaded, obnoxious, loud, animated bimbo who's only after Sesshomaru's tail?! Ha! As if I'd let that happen." Itachi spat out.
Iya Kari pulled a handkerchief out to wipe her brow from the nervous, embarrassed perspiration. "Heh, that may be true. But she has a great ability to retain great amounts of information, a wild imagination and a knack for figuring out the weird, and she's sensible when she needs to be, as well as philosophical when you can drive it out of her. Also, she cares for her friends and for all of you. Sure she loses her head over Sesshomaru, but her brain power coupled with mine will enable us to figure out how Saskura-chan's dream and wish, to get some of her favorite anime characters here to our world, worked. So please, hang on."
"I'm not a very patient man, how long will this take? We've been here seven months!" Itachi said, as he lowered his hands.
Iya Kari only grumbled. "She's working on it, I promise."
Itachi only growled, "while chasing Sesshomaru around."
Saskura-chan appeared out of no where, "no. He was at the rave last night too. Remember? He's recouping inside the house. Sutaru has been up for the past 48 hours researching her hardest. And since you're all being housed under my roof, you have to do as I say. Which means to attend all night raves, live and play nice, and get along with my friends."
Itachi turned away and stalked off to the down town part of the city so that he wouldn't have to deal with the silly girls any longer.
"Great. So who's going to help us clean up this mess?" Saskura-chan whined.
"Your mess, you brought these men here. You take care of the fan girls. Just make sure Ducks-eat-monkeys gets taken inside so Sutaru can patch her up." Iya Kari said as she turned and walked toward their little mansion, also fabricated by Saskura-chan's wish.
"Joy." Saskura-chan mumbled. This was going to take her an hour at least to remove the pile of injured girls on the ground, Kakashi was petrified and glued to the tree, so she was going to have to recruit help elsewhere. "It is strange that that particular wish that I made, on that shooting star, came true and to this degree. Oh well! Yay for anime men!!!" Saskura-chan bobbed and laughed cheerfully. She was heading out to find the wolf man of her dreams. No he wasn't an anime character, but he'd been haunting her dreams, and when her wish was cast he became as much a part of her reality as Kakashi, Itachi, Sesshomaru, Ed the Fullmetal, Dark, Akito who was brought along with his rat cousin Yuki, another, reborn, wolf man Tsume, Roy of the Fire, Demon Eyes Kyo, Amon of the witch hunters, and the wretched soul of the 60,000,000 double dollar man, Vash.
So what really happened the night Saskura-chan made this "accursed" wish? Not any of them really knows. The only facts we have, linked by both Iya Kari and Sutaru, is that all four women were aching in their hearts and craving a little bit of the worlds that have never existed but their beloved animes portrayed to them, each of them secretly wished they could bring some of those characters to their world and have experiences with them first hand. Saskura-chan was the one who vocalized these wishes as a meteor passed, what meteor was it? Where did that falling star come from? And why, in god's name, did it grant that wish? It's not all fun and games for these otakuite women. This situation was as troublesome for them as it is for the men (which, stated by all women, was merely coincidental). They are all bound to this mansion, of shape, color and design of the like which could only come from Saskura-chan's mind. If they try and leave this place, or stay anywhere but at this mansion, some force immediately intervenes and brings them all (not always pleasantly) back to the mansion. They are all trapped there, they all must get along, and they all really want to go home. The four women, who love Japan and its culture so dearly, are finding it hard to adapt to living there without their friends, family and even normal society close at hand. For, as also a part of the wish, they are trapped in a smaller city where more of the old rural culture lives and it's harder to compensate for the lifestyle the girls are used to living.
Most would think that this would be a wonderful experience, but since none of the girls makes enough money to buy their anime, or manga or any of the sort of things they crave, it's becoming rough for them as well. Along with the faltering electricity, they have no gas for cooking and often times use the old little ceramic oven to cook, are subjected to wild winds, animals, and rain and snow storms, and are often times stuck with only candles for light, makes everyone agitated. All these lonely, angered, anguished souls trapped in one house together. The only answers they have so far is the fact that they know the "star" has everything to do with it. And as Sutaru scowers star charts, maps, satellite photographs, astronomical tracings of shooting stars in the past 100 years along with anything and everything on meteors in the surrounding area, all news information on the abnormal "star" as the news broadcasters were calling it, every bit of detailed information she could get her hands on; the search was getting broader, not narrower, and it caused great stress amongst the members of the mansion. Pouring everything she had into her research was leaving her little time to do much else. Everyone wanted answers, and Sutaru was coming close to burning out, just like that shining, brilliant star the four young women saw when they're hearts have never ached more in their lives.
"My god this search is infinite! I want to help, I just want to see my family again. This wasn't as cool and sweet and awesome as everyone thought. Iya is always playing referee, Saskura-chan is always busying herself so she doesn't have to remember what she's left behind, Ducks-eat-monkeys seems to be enjoying herself on the outside but isn't moving any more forward than any of us are in what was the natural course of our lives. And I'm stuck being the book nerd with more than my share of work cut out for me to figure out what the fuck happened!!!! Why in god's name did this happen?" Sutaru grumbled as her head finally fell forward onto the charts, maps and books atop her desk as her brain shut down from lack of rest.
Itachi sauntered into the room just in time to hear her talk to herself and watch her submit to sleep. "I knew it! She hasn't done a damned thing!" He peered over her notes which, to him, were incomprehensible. "She's just a slacker!" He flipped through the notebook containing 120 pages, all filled with hand drawn charts and diagrams and notes about possibilities, which ones had been worked until they'd been proven false and which had still yet to be disproved. He eyed the notebook a second longer and dropped it onto the desk.
Sutaru had the miserable fate of sensing Itachi and the fallen notebook and stirred as Itachi started reorganizing her works. "mmm…Itachi, what are you doing?"
"They say geniuses are sloppy, you're just a plane pig." He muttered as he stuffed books full of other notes, closed them and stacked them more neatly( but not perfectly) on Sutaru's desk.
"Yea, well, no one said I was a genius. I'm just the star freak and the book worm and the one who's so interested in this type of crap, so I got stuck with it. Iya Kari too, but she's doing the more "spiritual" approach and study. Wish I'd gotten that task, but no. I had to be stuck with the books."
Itachi merely sniffed at this. "I thought you had such a dire love of books?"
"I do. But after being up 48hours straight, and seeing nothing but these books. I'd like some fresh air, food, a bath and a long ass nap." Sutaru said as she ruffled her short hair and cleaned up a bit more of the desk.
"You can get some of those things, if you've shown me the work you've done!" Itachi growled at her.
"You've seen the notebook, proof enough. Sorry I'm not a fucking ninja, but I need a lot more information that what I've been given, I'm flying blind, I have no fucking energy to carry on at the moment and my brain will burn out if you keep pushing me. You're not the only one who wants to go home!" Sutaru growled back just as much as Itachi had to her.
"You want to get home, your highness?! As if! You're just thrilled with this!" Itachi's eyes once again glowed.
Sutaru bit back every remark she had, the sarcastic retort, the funny comment, the painful truth, the finicky reply, all of it. She simply got up, looked at Itachi as she brushed passed him and quite simply whispered, "you've no idea how sorry I am or how much I blame myself." But it was so quiet that it's doubtful even the genius and skilled ninja Itachi could have heard it. She headed out of her room, which was on the second floor, furthest away from the everyone else's room, and being tucked into the corner. It was as big as a master bedroom in a normal four room house, but then again so were all the rooms. Hers was the one so far away from everyone's that if she were to cry out in the night, none would hear her. She sped toward the wide square stair case head in the middle of the second floor.
The first level of the house, except for outer doors,walls and windows, was much like that of an old traditional Japanese house with sliding paper doors. It contained the huge kitchen in which they all ate, a large dinning room fit for any old lord or lady's house, the main room(aka living room), a study used by Iya Kari, an old alcove for the laundry, a large walk-in pantry and several empty rooms which the group used for various things. The second level was more like a normal western styled house, thicker doors and walls to keep others from prying in on someone's privacy. Upstairs there were the seventeen normal bedrooms, along with activity rooms. The closest room to Sutaru's was the weight room, with a ton of equipment to make all the men who were "guests" quite happy. A bit further down the hall was the library, the gaming room, and then all the other bedrooms. Each bedroom had a balcony, only Sutaru's room on the end, and the two bedrooms at the other end of the house, had two windows. Hers faced East and South. Also at each end of the hall were big windows that filled most of what would be the ending walls in the hall. Outdoors was the large front and back yards, both with patios, and in front old fashioned brick steps leading down their little mountain, to a path through the forest and into the closest village, a matter of fifteen miles away.
The stairs were wide, six feet across, and as Sutaru hurtled down them in attempt to escape Itachi she nearly tripped and landed on Ed who was running toward the kitchen on the first level because of a crash that came from there.
"Ed, what's wrong?!" Sutaru shouted as she regained her balance and jumped the last four steps.
"I have no idea. Just heard a big crash coming from the kitchen, where Amon and Roy are." Ed said as perspiration consumed his brow.
"Oh god! They're still fighting with each other? They're both so much alike, they should just move on now!" Sutaru grumbled as she headed, with Ed, toward the kitchen. Her first meal in two days wasn't going to be a peaceful event. She merely sighed, crying inside about all the work she still had yet to do, and questioned in her mind, the ever pressing question; "Why did this have to happen to us?!"
Sorry, I haven't written in a while which may be evident. Pleas bear with me, this is a bit sloppy because it is the first chapter and goes through the preliminary details of what's going on(though not enough to give away the whole story), who's in it, what they're up to and where they're at. For the authors Iya Kari, Ducks-eat-monkeys and Saskura-chan forgive me for using you in this story. Don't worry overmuch because I'm in it too and I'll suffer the most embarrassment, especially if this story is a dud. Anyways, I hope you found this story amusing and comical, as intended. The second chapter will be less sloppy and reveal a bit more of the storyline. Thanks for reading! Sutarumahari