I ran down the street markers, cold wind blowing past me, my feet slapping on the pavement. Suddenly I stopped, my mind blanked and I looked around in uncertainty. Where was I? I couldn't even remember why I had been running. Was I being chased? For some reason I felt off, as if I should be remembering something important.

I glanced behind me, but no one was there. That at least cleared being chased. I looked down at my clothes, torn, ragged, with mud sprayed over the sides as if I had been running through a swamp. There was a plastic card hooked to the upper right of a torn green T-shirt. On closer inspection I found it to be a name-tag.

I immediately removed it and stared at the name bolded on the front 'KaiveUsumoto' I read the name over a few times in my head, but it didn't fit or bring back any familiar memories. Was Kaive even a name? It sounded more like a brand name lotion from the supermarket.

Next to the name was an italicized name of some Japanese store, 'Kusabanashouho'. "Weird" I muttered, "I don't even know Japanese". I gasped, startled by the sound of my voice. It sounded alien with a hard Japanese accent mixed with Indian.

I looked back at the name-tag hoping to find another piece of information that might be more usefull, but found nothing. The area I stood seemed ghostly quiet, and I looked around expecting someone to jump from the shadows of the tall buildings.

A huge gust of wind blew down the street, blowing a piece of newspaper in front of me, where it stopped as they wind settled. I reached down and picked it up, to find it to be black except for the words 'gyakuten'. "Turn around?" It felt strange that I could understand a language I had never seen before then that this paper seemed to be commanding me to do something.

I turned around and saw a small forted building made of grey stone. In the center, next to a door with a silver bell overhanging it, a large glass-pane window was positioned, reflecting the suns glow and blinding my eyes for a moment. I walked up to the glass to see a small television with two antennas sticking from it's plastic casing. The TV looked ancient but appeared to be on, and lights bounced off the screen. The image was fuzzy and the sound was gradient from behind the glass. I pressed up against the window and peered in at the TV, I could just make out what it was showing.

It appeared to be some modern anime show, why it was appearing on an ancient visual I still could not understand. I turned and walked through the door, the silver bell jingling as I entered. The whole store was filled with TV's, all showing the same show through the same grainy black-and-white screens.

I walked up to a larger one and placed a hand on it's top, and instantly the screen became as clear as if I was witnessing what was happening as it did. Small blue sparks of electricity bounced off the place my hand was. I let go and backed away, shocked, and the screen reverted to its original fuzziness. I felt a strange sensation on the fingertips of the hand that I had touched the TV with, almost like a tickle. I studied the hand, but felt no oddities or flaws.

I looked back at the TV, what was the image I had seen after I touched it? I couldn't remember, I had been too startled to pay close enough attention. I took a deep breath and placed the hand back on the TV, the color returned to the lifeless images. I stared a moment and couldn't understand what was happening, I didn't get anything I saw. It was if the sounds and images were passing right through me the second they entered. It was like perceiving something that I couldn't remember, nor see, although I was staring at it the whole time.

I leaned in closer, until my touch was touching the screen. The weird thing was, my nose wasn't touching it even though it was leaning up against the screen. My nose appeared to be going through it, and I couldn't pull it back. I struggled and yanked but my nose held fast and it appeared the only motion I could move in was foreword. I took a deep breath and stuck my head through and the rest of my body fell through.

I felt myself falling; the wind was rushing against my body fast. I was too shocked to move. I continued staring up at the sky, which was distancing itself from me with every passing second. I felt in a daze, unsure of what had just happened. Had I fallen through a TV? That was illogical no matter how you looked at it.

I felt a crack below me as I crashed through a group of trees. Splinters of wood flew every, and the wood tore my back. The limbs were forced out of my way as I landed on the ground with a thump. My eyes opened on impact, and I screamed with pain but no sound came out. I lay on the hard earth, shocked by the burning spread throughout my entire body.

My whole body ached, and I could feel wetness on the back of my neck and legs. Blood. Scarlet wet blood, rolled down the side of my face. I lifted my hand up to wipe the blood away, only to find I couldn't move. Was I paralyzed? I couldn't even move a finger.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to ignore the hammering pain. After a few hours, I began to relax, despite the pain. I lay as still as I could, maybe if I rested a little while I might be able to move. But in spite of my best efforts, I couldn't sleep, the pain was too fierce.

Slowly a darkness crept into the sky as the sun set, reminding me how long I had lain there. I took a deep breath and tried to move again, but my body still refused to corporate. The deeper into night it got, the more dangerous it was to be immobile. Who knew what predators existed in the darkness just beyond the trees I could see. My paralyzed limbs would make me an easy target for anything that happened to pass by. And as the darkness engulfed the sky, I felt a heaviness on my eyes.

"Hey you down there!" A boy shouted.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a blonde with weird whisker-like scars on his face, in a bright orange jumpsuit. He stood in a tree staring at me with a huge grin on his face.

"Naruto, don't go so fast!" A girl called, "we're supposed to be stealthy, and you're ruining our element of surprise!" She jumped onto the tree limb the blonde-haired boy stood on. Her hair was an unnaturally bright pink, and she wore a red dress with slits down the sides, revealing navy blue shorts. Behind her was a boy with dark blue hair, a blue shirt and baggy white shorts. All three of them had a head band with a curly leaf.

I stared at them a moment in silence until the girl spoke, "who are you?"