This is a "my world" type of story. That means that it all takes place in my world, in the good ol' state of Wisconsin, USA.
It will be a crossover from the Naruto ninja universe, so if you get shaken up during or after the traveling, dear anime characters, feel free to use a barf bag or the nearest wastebasket. Have a safe trip and don't forget to tip your transporter!
PROLOGUE .
I grabbed the small black remote and the large silver Satellite Dish Network remote, too. I pressed POWER on the black remote, and then the large Power button on the silver one, turning the TV on for real.
Without even looking, I pressed the number buttons 6-0-2-0. After a few seconds waiting for the TV to fill in my order, the large screen flipped to Sirius/XM radio channel Octane: New Hard Rock.
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FEW HOURS LATER
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It was 10:00 P.M. I was curled up on the couch in pajamas: some long, ridiculously yellow baggy sleep pants with smilies all over it and a large cotton-fibered shirt the color of off-white with Old Navy on the chest in small gray letters.
The lights were all turned off, and the large TV was on. I watched with half-closed eyes as the long blue bar with the current song, artist, and radio station floated on screen, bumping into the edges as if it were really trapped in there.
CRASH!
An annoyed expression crossed my face at the sound of thunder outside. It was pouring hard out there, and the satellite dish had had to find the signal at least five times because of the stupid rain.
"It better stop by the time I wake up tomorrow." I said, yawning.
Lightning flashed between the drapes behind the TV. It was only a few seconds.
"Only a couple miles away from us." I said to myself with a slight laugh.
CRASH!
"Heh-"
FLASH.
"Woah! That was practically only a few milliseconds after! Damn! What does that mean?!"
I got my answer another few milliseconds later.
BZZT!
The TV went out.
"DAMNIT! Fuck!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet to stare at the stupid hunk of technology.
I was the only one in the house, so there was no fear of waking anyone up; it was mine. My parents got so fed up with my craziness that they got me my own.
I know, a 13-year-old with their own two-story house. I must be really responsible for my parents even to consider that idea, right?
Nope. I forget to shower sometimes (max was 5 days) , and I forgot to take out the dog many times (thank God Norton's with my parents now and not staying with me) , and there's the matter of turning my assignments in, and I also forget peoples' names, do my laundry etc. etc. etc.
BUT! All that matters is that I have a house all to myself, to do whatever I want with it, so shut up!
As I stood in the middle of the living room on the dark blue carpet silently fuming, the TV miraculously flickered back on.
Before I started muttering at it in an annoyed and relieved way ("Yeah, you better turn on you hunk of junk, before I lodge this remote into your fucking screen." "Thank the Lord it didn't break!") , it flickered off.
Then it flickered back on. Then off. Then on. Then off.
FLASH.
My irritation changed into wonder as a weird phenomenon concerning the screen began to happen:
Photos of characters from the anime show Naruto began flashing across the snowy screen.
Naruto Uzumaki. Sakura Haruno. Sasuke Uchiha. Kakashi Hatake. Hinata Hyuuga. Kiba Inuzuka & Akamaru. Shino Aburame. Kurenai Yuhi. Asuma Sarutobi. Ino Yamanaka. Choji Akimichi. Shikamaru Nara. Neji Hyuuga. TenTen. Rock Lee. Might Guy....
Then some villains popped up, flashing before my eyes as fast as the protagonists.
I recognized Haku and Zabuza, the first two. But—I thought—the episodes showed that they weren't all bad.
Then Orochimaru and Kabuto Yakushi flashed past my eyes.
Lastly were the Akatsuki, in their pairs.
Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki. Deidara of Iwa and Sasori of the Red Sands. Hidan and Kakuzu. Zetsu and Tobi—
The screen suddenly went back again. I was about to let out a "Hey!" but it caught in my throat at the last image...
A large pair of almond-shaped eyes stared back at me. I stood rooted to the spot, too frightened to move, to scream, to even breathe.
I knew those eyes:
Many rings swirled around the gray eyes' small pupils multiple times, giving them a sort of hypnotic look.
Rinnegan.
The remote in my hand and the edges of the TV surrounding the screen glowed a bright green, but somehow I ignored that. All that mattered were those eyes.
"Those eyes..." I thought. "I know who they belong to..."
The eyes blinked themselves closed, and the TV turned off one last time.
I fell to my knees on the carpet, breathing hard.
It took me a few minutes to get my thoughts straight.
"Wow." I said to myself. Only myself. "I have to stop drinking caffeine late at night!"
My lame joke didn't give me a sense of comfort.
I knew what I saw. No sugar or caffeineted drink was going to obscure that.
Pein. Naruto and his gang. Villains. Pein.
I shook my head to clear everything from my mind, suddenly feeling nauseous.
I spat the liquid gathering up in my mouth onto the carpet. It was a slow drool, and somehow that calmed me. It dripped down until it touched carpet and pooled in a little fizzle of white bubbles.
Yeah. Call me disgusting. But it's better than puking, isn't it?
After wiping my mouth with the back of my arm, I threw the remote at the couch in disgust, running to my bedroom and slamming the door shut.
I cracked the two windows in my room to let cool air in during the rain so that I would not feel so warm and even more sick. I jumped into bed, hugging the freezing cold pillow to my body and burying my face into it with relish.
After a few minutes of listening to the rhythmic pattering of rain outside, I fell asleep.
On the couch, a remote control resumed glowing green. Its red light at the head was blinking on and off, as if someone—or something—was pressing its buttons.
The TV it was pointing to—glowing the same color as the remote—began turning to different channels each time it flashed, until it stopped at the channel the girl had frozen in fear from.
The alien eyes surveyed the room. The girl had run off. No matter. They would meet again. In person. He would make sure of it.
A quiet sigh echoed the living area before the eyes closed them once more and pressed the POWER button on the black remote, turning himself off.