A/N: I've always wanted to write a SI fic where the SI is actually one of the characters, so I hope you enjoy it!
Warning: This is un-betaed

Chapter ONE: The one with a dick.

I wonder what's for food today.

I slowly made my way up the concrete slabs, that looked oddly like stairs, and took a sharp right. The walk from school to home took roughly around 15 minutes and I was always breathless when I took the longer route, simply so I wouldn't have to walk through mud. I didn't know whether I was practical or just plain lazy.

Shifting my bag off my shoulder slightly I reached across the front to unzip it and take out my keys. The bright pink '16' key-chain attached to them glinted ominously and I shivered when a sense of foreboding took me. Almost as if in warning.

Maybe today's the day I spontaneously combust from the sheer stress of life.

Shaking my head to rid myself of such thoughts, I opened the door to my house and called out a quiet 'I'm back', not expecting anyone to actually respond since I was usually the first person to arrive back home.

"Hey."

I turned around in surprise at the greeting, and came face to chest with my brother. I looked him over, he was never normally home this early and I knew he had cricket club to go to. Maybe he was injured. His face was red from the blistering summer heat and he was still clad in his sweat stained uniform, but other than the cut on his nose there wasn't a visible wound in sight.

But he does smell, ugh.

"You smell." I stated, scrunching my nose as the odour assaulted my senses, and slid my bag off my shoulder to hold it in my hand, "Go change already, idiot."

Not waiting for his reply I quickly jogged up the stairs, hastily closing the door to my room behind me as I entered. I heard my brother shout out his indignant reply, before he too went bounding up the stairs and into his room. I rolled my eyes, despite the amount of perfume my brother sprayed on every morning he clearly didn't seem to put on as much deodarant.

Although to be honest it was very hot today, supposedly the hottest day of the year too.

I threw my bag onto my bed, cursing when it hit side and instead tumbled onto the floor, books spilling out. Ignoring the mess I'd just made I began to undress, reaching into the drawers under my bed to pull out a striped shirt and pink pajama bottoms. It was friday and that meant I wouldn't have to worry about homework or friends that really needed to stop getting into so much damn trouble.

It always amazed me when my friends came to me for help with their problems, I barely had my own life sorted, how the hell was I supposed to help them.

Oh wow I sounded mean just then.

It wasn't like I didn't like my friends, but damn did they have a knack for attracting problems.

Sighing tiredly I grabbed my phone off the dresser and flopped onto my bed, knowing I only had two hours before my parents came home and would undoubtedly start lecturing me on how I was wasting my life away holed up in my room.

Which was actually what I was doing exactly.

I went through my texts quickly. I thought about replying to them now but decided against it, I'd end up regretting my reply one way or another. Instead I searched through my texts for any that my parenst had sent me, and voila; 3 messages from my mother. All of which were demanding to know where I was.

I blinked once and re-read the messages. Nope. Still the same thing.

Huh.

My brow furrowed in confusion. Everyone in my family knew I didn't take my phone to school, especially after the great Ipod debacle of 2012.

'I just came back from school and I don't take my phone with me, remember?' I quickly sent the text accompanied with a youtube video of a kitten rolling in the grass, maybe that would brighten her mood and make her less angry with me, despite the fact that I hadn't actually done anything wrong.

I was running through darkness, chest burning and shadows dripping over me-

No. Not shadows, I thought, hands moving across my face to rub off the thick substance, blood.

I stopped, but I didn't want to. It was as if I had no control over any of my motor functions, I was strangely paralysed. But I could still see the bodies covering what I assumed was the ground, kunais sticking out from their chests.

Wait, kunais?

I woke up gasping, clawing at my throat and no doubt leaving ugly red marks on my skin. The void I was in previously was gone, instead I was staring up at an unfamiliar wooden ceiling.

My ceiling's white. It was the only thing I could think off, my brain was still muddled from sleep and that strange dream had only heightened the confusion I was feeling. Clearly reading Naruto fanfcitions before bed was a bad idea if I ended up dreaming about it. I shifted slightly, trying to stretch my aching legs, when I felt something brush against my thigh and froze.

I shifted again. Nope, still there. Pushing the covers (were these made of silk?) off me, I reached for the waist band of my pants and tugged, praying to every god out there that this wasn't what I thought it was.

Yup. Definetely a dick.

My hands fell to my sides lifelessly. This could not be happening. Clearly this was a dream, as fucked up as it was because really, a dick?

I pinched myself. Ouch. Okay maybe not a dream.

I can't believe the first real life dick I see is at 16 and my own. Fuck me.

I sat up slwoly, groaning. My muscles felt heavy and my head sluggish, I needed to get my thoughts straight and panicking about an extra appendage I didn't need nor want would not help my situation. I also silently thanked the gods that I didn't need to pee at the moment, one existential crisis was enough for one day thankyouverymuch.

Looking around I observed the room, trying to recall if I'd seen any of it before. There was a long window to my left and underneath it was a desk, next to which was a small tv. There was a small couch at one corner and a sliding glass door directly in front of me. To my right was a smaller desk with books and-

Is that a scroll?

I squinted at the roll of paper hanging from the wall on top of the desk. The writing was in Japanese and for some odd reason I could actually understand it.

This isn't my room, I thought, getting more and more confused by the second, am I in Japan?

I got off the bed slowly, making my way to the door on the far right, this one was made of wood and led to what looked like a bathroom. I perked up at the possibility of finding a mirror and hurried inside. There was a bath and a single toilet near the back, but I paid them no mind. Instead I looked around again and smiled when I spotted the small mirror. Score.

Walking over I wondered if maybe I just hadn't pinched myself hard enough and that this actually was a dream. Stopping in front of the mirror my eyes widened when I took in the sight of the person reflected back at me. I pinched my arm again harder because fuck no this wasn't happening to me.

Pale young skin, hair darker than the void and eyes to match stared back at me, but what really caught my eye was the achingly familiar hair style that framed the person's disgustingly pretty face.

Holy shit it's Sasuke.

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