Once upon a time in a rural area of Tokyo, Japan, a man known to many as Kishimoto stepped out of his house and into the city air. Inhaling the scent of the ramen shop and fresh porn off the presses he briskly walked toward the subways so he could begin to work on the newest chapter of his popular manga series Naruto. As he walked he contemplated how far his manga had risen in popularity over the years. He shuddered at the thought of all those unmentionable pairings some of his sick-minded fans had come up with; and just the utter insanity that came from fan websites. True, some pieces of fan-work were wonderful and flattering, but sometimes it made him want to go home and cry himself to sleep. He turned the corner and walked past a store where in the window sat yaoi doujin, menacingly smiling at him with its Kaka/Iru and Sasu/Naru. He suppressed another shutter and kept moving, hoping he would live to see fifty. Suddenly, he fell. Well, he didn't actually fall per say, more like dropped into a dark universe where random ninja equipment floated harmlessly and the faint cry of 'dattebayo' could be heard through the darkness. He looked around in fear, eyes wide and hands shaking as he fell feet first into the nothingness with his own creations flying past his head. Then his feet landed softly on ground, no pain, just as he would carefully stepped off a chair. Startled by the sudden lack of vertigo Kishimoto looked around and what he saw almost made him soil himself. He was in the center of his creation, Konoha, staring at the hokage mountain face in awe. He didn't even notice the startled cries of the citizens or the sound of feet and chakra whooshing toward him at a blindingly fast pace. Before he even had a moment to think the air had been knocked out of him and he was on the ground with two adult ninja on top of him.
"We got him! Who are you and where are you from demon!" shouted one of his attackers, getting spit all over his face.
"We saw you floating toward the ground now tell us who you are or we'll hurt you with this pointy object!" Raged the second one pointing a kunai at his fingers.
For a moment Kishimoto just laid there with two jounin ninjas sitting on his chest pointing kunai at his fingers. Then he recognized the faces of said jounin.
"Izumo…Kotetsu…." He said in a daze.
They both stiffened in shock, their mouths moving but no sound coming out. It was as if Uchiha Madara himself had appeared in front of them and given them both strawberry daiquiris while in a pink bikini.
"H-how do you know our names?" Izumo stuttered.
"I know everything about you two." Kishimoto replied smiling. Then he commenced to tell them their back-stories, their most embarrassing experiences, and where every embarrassing birthmark was; while half the people in town watched on with eyes as big as Kisame's sword. When he was done, both ninjas were off of him and Kishimoto was sitting Indian-style in the middle of the street with a bowl of ramen in hand. He looked around at the faces, everyone here currently were just filler characters used to fill up the village. A wave of disappointment swept over him, he reallywanted to meet Naruto. No one spoke, they just stared, and he was getting quite uncomfortable. Suddenly, a noise was heard overhead and a man with white spiked hair jumped down from a roof.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, I was busy helping an old lady dump a body in the river." The man said leaning over and examining Kishimoto's face. "So, is this the guy who floated down from heaven?" he asked. Everyone nodded in reply then, loosing interest, went back to their daily tasks while Kishimoto enjoyed the ramen.
"Mmmmm…. I was right, Ichiraku does have the best ramen!"
"Hey, buddy, up here." The ninja said snapping his finger impatiently.
Looking up Kishimoto smiled and said, "Well hey Kakashi-san. Nice day isn't it, how's Naruto doing?" The adult ninja now known as Kakashi stared at him for a moment then sat down next to him and pulled out his book. Ignoring the question he said, "So I guess all the hubbub I overheard at the Icha store was right, you are some sort of all knowing being."
"Well…" Kishimoto said finishing up his ramen and tossing the bowl aside. "I wouldn't call myself all knowing but I guess you could say that."
"You really are a nut huh." Kakashi said while reading his daily porn.
Ignoring the statement Kishimoto stuck out his hand and said, "My name's Masashi Kishimoto, nice to finally really meet you Kakashi-san." Without looking up Kakashi took his hand and shook it once before letting go and returning to his novel. The entire street was now lay deserted save Kakashi and Kishimoto as everyone else had fled to his or her houses and shops out of fear of being 'smitten by the holy one.'
"So, do you want to pay a visit to the Hokage?" Kakashi asked breaking the silence. Kishimoto smiled broadly and nodding his head enthusiastically said, "Oh yes it would be wonderful to meet Tsunade-sama!"
"Then let's get going, she's probably going to kill me for being late though." He said nonchalantly.
What? I'm not working on Tastes Like Chicken? Instead I'm writing this crack! This cannot be true! Ohoho yes it is! Sorry, I just HAD to write this. I might not continue it unless people want me to so... REVIEW PLZ