This is written in collaboration with Nuke.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto(sobs), or the TTC, or Toronto, for that matter, or any of the school subjects mentioned, or...Ok, I don't own anything.waah:"( I only own Michelle, and I have rights to Denise and Phil. Oh, and I don't own Chinatown, etc., either.
"You sure you wanna stay here?"
Michelle looked at her friend, Denise. They were at their lockers, waiting for school to start. It was a grey, autumn Monday; the type of day no-one wants to do anything productive in.
Meet Michelle: a fairly pretty girl, with perfectly generic Philippino features (flat nose, brown skin, black eyes, lower lip sticks out a little, and long straight black hair). She was a grade 11 student in high school, her favourite and best subjects were Math and Science, and she hated waking up.
"Almost all of our classes are just doing presentations today," Denise said thoughtfully, "And most of our friends are on that Ancient Civilizations trip to the museum today."
Denise was a grade 9 in Michelle's school, and one of her best friends. With shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes, the girl's best subject was Gym, and that was because all the 'work' in that course was done, not written.
"Whoa, Michelle, you're gonna skip?"
Both girls turned and saw their friend, Phil, at his locker.
The tall boy was the same age as Michelle. At 6' tall and with greasy shoulder-length brown hair, he could seem menacing at times. But he was too apathetic to attack people. Right now, he was smiling smugly as he spoke.
"I mean, I would skip today, but I'm a good student now," he said.
"Yeah, right," Michelle rolled her eyes, "Who skipped that English test two weeks ago?"
The 16-year-old looked first to Denise, then looked around the rest of the hallway, then put on a mock-surprised face as she saw Phil.
"Why, it was you!" she exclaimed, pointing at the boy.
"Shut up," Phil said, swatting at Michelle, but he wasgrinning.
"Yeah, whatever," Denise caught Michelle's attention again, "Do you wanna go? I need to buy some new manga anyway."
"Yaoi," Michelle muttered, but grinned.
"Hey, it's not evil!" Denise laughed.
"Ok, Michelle, it's either read dirty comic books with Denise, or stay and be a model student with me," Phil said.
Michelle took one look at her friend, then said, "Yeah, I'm totally leaving now."
"Hey!" Phil poked her hard in the stomach.
"Ow! Don't make me start," Michelle said warningly.
The school bell rang.
"Well, I'm off to Business."
The grade 11 boy gave them a wave and soon disappeared into the crowd that was filling up the hallway. Denise poked Michelle's shoulder.
"So, you seriously coming?" she asked.
Michelle thought for a moment.
First time ever to skip school, she thought, But she's right; I'm not going to be learning anything today.
Denise was two years younger than Michelle, but she also was the leader. Both were quite alike in many ways, except Denise was Romanian, and Michelle was Philipino, and Denise was a little more on the rebellious side, while Michelle was the one that stuck with the rules. On the outside, anyway.
"Meh. Ok, let's go now so that we're not the only ones wearing coats in the hallway," Michelle said.
Both grabbed their coats and backpacks and speedwalked out of the school.
One TTC ride later
"Dude, you owe me a bus ticket," Michelle said grumpily.
They were now on the sidewalk at Chinatown, a good, safe distance from the school. More like the opposite side of the city.
"If we find a teacher here..." Denise thought out loud.
"They can't do anything to us, since they were skipping too," laughed Michelle.
"Unless they didn't have work today," nodded Denise thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but in Chinatown?" Michelle shook her head, "I doubt it. Hey, do you smell that?"
Both sniffed the air, and noticed the smell of sweet bread.
"Hey, you have money, right?" Michelle asked.
Denise rolled her eyes.
"No, I skipped to buy Yaoi with no money."
"...Neither of us have had breakfast..."
Both turned and looked across the street to where the smell was coming from: a dessert shop. Michelle looked at Denise. Denise looked at Michelle. Simultaneously they nodded and jaywalked straight to the food. Upon entering the store, the smell intensified.
"Oh, I'm hungry now," Michelle said, grabbing a tray and pair of tongs, "I'll carry the food, you choose it."
"Hm," Denise looked at the many displays of specially made buns, "Ok, I'll take a hot-dog bun, and one of those croissants."
"Then I'll have that chicken one...mm, chicken...and this almond one."
Michelle selected the foods and carried them to the cashier.
"OK, that's $7.50," said the cashier.
How can these people smile like that all day? thought Denise.
She's so cheery it's scary, thought Michelle.
"Will that be for here or to go?" asked the (way too happy) cashier.
"For he-" began Michelle.
"To go," jumped in Denise.
Denise gave Michelle a look that said not to argue, and Michelle nodded. Their breakfast was paid for and Michelle took the bag.
"What was that?" asked Michelle.
Denise motioned with her eyes to look behind her, and Michelle leaned to the side slightly to see around her friend's head. She blinked, and looked at Denise again.
"That's our French teacher," she whispered.
"What is she doing here!" Denise hissed.
"How am I supposed to know?" Michelle glanced at the woman by the window then quickly grabbed Denise's elbow and walked towards the door.
"She'll see us! Hurry up!" Michelle urged.
Both left the store and hurried down the street, turning a corner into an alleyway.
"Ok, why was she there?" whispered Denise.
"She may not have classes to teach until this afternoon," whispered Michelle, leaning on a brick wall, "Why are we whispering?"
"Yeah, why are we whispering?" said Denise in a normal voice.
The girls nervously laughed, then looked around the alleyway they were in.
"I've never been here," said Denise.
"Hey, there's some kind of tree growing at the end of it," Michelle said, pointing.
The friends walked towards the tall tree. It seemed to have it's own personal greenhouse, with a tiny steam flowing around its base.
"Hey, how does that work?" Denise looked at the stream, "It's flowing in a circle."
"That's cool," Michelle said, "A little weird, but cool. Wish I could have one at my house."
"Whatever."
Michelle glanced at her watch.
"Hey, it's only 11 o'clock. You wanna come back here later after we've bought stuff?" she asked her younger friend.
"Well...let's see if there's anything else here, then we'll go," Denise said.
There wasn't much to see. The greenhouse was as large as a standard classroom, with the tree in the very centre.
"Did someone just build this thing for the tree?" asked Michelle.
"Heh, lucky tree," chuckled Denise.
She looked at the tree itself, and blinked.
"Hey, have you ever been here before?" asked Denise.
"No, why?"
Michelle looked at the tree and blinked.
"Dude, your name's there," the elder girl said.
"Yeah, well, dude. So's yours," answered Denise.
"...We're the only ones," Michelle said, "Ok, that's creepy."
"Creepy, but cool," said Denise.
Both girls walked up to the tree, and for lack of a better thing to do, stared at it some more. A few minutes passed. Michelle traced her fingers on where her name was, and Denise did the same.
"...Ok, Denise, we have to leave."
"Yeah..."
Denise shouldered her backpack and led the way to the greenhouse door.
"Can we eat these before we check out the stores?" Michelle asked, motioning to the bag she still held.
"OK, sh...!"
Denise was opening the door, and had begun to say "Sure", but then ended up finishing the word with "it". Michelle's jaw dropped when she stepped out of the greenhouse with Denise.
"Um...Chinatown doesn't look like this," Michelle said, "Well, it's kinda does...but this isn't Chinese architecture! This is Japanese!"
"Japantown?" suggested Denise.
"...no," Michelle said, and Denise hung her head.
"Aw. Why is there no Japantown? There's a Korea town, and a little Italy, but no Japantown."
Michelle nodded thoughtfully, then shook her head.
"Ok, focus, Denise. Where are we?"
"Japantown!"
"No..." Michelle growled, not unkindly.
Both girls walked down the street. Michelle glanced backwards, and wasn't entirely surprised that the greenhouse had been replaced by...
"Hey, Denise..."
The girl in question turned, and looked at the building.
"Is that...?" Michelle began, and Denise nodded.
"The Hokage's building," Denise thought for a second, "So it's Narutotown."
"Oh please."
Michelle grinned, looking down, then the smile vanished.
"Um, um...Denise? What happened to my clothes?" Michelle looked at Denise, "And yours!"
Denise looked at Michelle and herself.
"Whoa! Japanese-style clothing! It's Ninjatown now!"
It was true; Michiko had a sky-blue dress that slightly resembled Sakura's, only with sleeves that came down to her elbows. Deniizu was dressed up a lot like Tenten, with the same style shirt only green, and the same style pants, only dark green. Her hair was still in its generic ponytail at the back, though.
"It's Konoha!" Michelle exclaimed, smacking the back of Denise's head.
She looked at the streets, and saw that a few passers-by were staring at her and her friend.
"Um...hey!"
She pasted on a big grin and waved. The villagers merely shook their heads and walked on. Michelle sighed, and Denise stopped rubbing her head.
"Ow...hey, you realize something, Michelle?"
"What?"
"We need passports if we're visiting a hidden village."
Michelle nodded, suddenly worried.
"That could be a problem."
"Are you having a problem, ladies?"
Both turned around quickly and saw a tall ninja with white hair standing behind them.
"Denise, it...it's..."
"Oh (insert word that starts like 'sure' but ends in 'it', here)!"
Both girls stood stunned for a minute, then suddenly collapsed.
"...oh dear," said Kakashi, looking down at the two girls, that he had somehow managed to catch, "They fainted."
AN: Yo. Be prepared for an utterly long and rambling story. But you will love the OC, and maybe even the OOC.