A/N: I wrote this on the first day of the semester in adv creative writing, the prompt was "why are you here?". The oc is me. I really hope you like it.

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Disclaimer: Do you really think I own Naruto?

(Julia's POV)

The last thing I remember is the sound of my stepfather's gun, then darkness.

I knew I was dead, or, at least, thought I was.

The sound of birds and what I assume is a stream wake me up.

I expected to see the sky, trees/tree tops, or (if I was face down) grass and dirt.

Instead, I see my favorite Naruto character staring down at me.

For a moment I think this is just someone who loves cosplay, but when I see his eyes change from black to the sharingan I know he's the real deal.

HOLY CHIZ! He's real! How is this possible? Is he in my world? Or am I in his world? Please don't let this be a death dream!

I snap out of my thoughts when I notice him glaring at me.

His stare is to intense so I look away. Doing this causes me to see a fairly large bag with my name printed on it. I could see the antlers of my favorite plushie sticking out.

I guess he followed my gaze because I hear him say my name.

"Julia Abadeer?"

I look back to him when he says my name (more like asks it).

"That's me. I'm Julia." I say a little quietly and a bit fearful.

His gaze is back on me now, but it isn't on my face, it's on my shirt, my stomach to be exact.

I look down and notice the bullet wound that is still bleeding, the blood slowly staining my white, wide strap tank top.

HOLY FUCK! I'm still bleeding! I don't want to die!

Tears slowly fall down my face. I'm about to start full on sobbing when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I look up to see he is crouched down to be eye level with me and that his sharingan is no longer activated.

He let's go off me, grabs the bottom hem of my shirt, and pulls it off of me.

Thank goddess I'm wearing a bra.

Before I can ask him what he's doing he rips the bloodied part off of my shirt and tears the rest into one long strip.

He gets up, moves so he is behind me, presses the middle of the long strip of fabric against my wound, and wraps the fabric around my waist area.

I just sit here awkwardly, because, honestly, I never thought that this man would be helping me with any type of injury.

Once the makeshift gauze is tied securely around my wound/waist, he helps me up onto my feet.

I feel slightly embarrassed standing here with nothing covering my top half except for my bra.

I try to cover myself with my hands, but the movement caused my bullet wound to hurt more, so I left my arms hanging at my side and hang my head down with my eyes closed.

I hear him sigh and I feel something soft on my shoulders.

Opening my eyes I see that there is a black cloak on me.

What the...? Is this his?

I'm snapped out of my thought s when he grabs my arm from outside the cloak and, as gently as he can, guides it to and through the sleeve. He repeats this process with my other arm.

"Thanks." I say quietly.

He just nods in reply before he picks up the big with my name on it and grabs my hand with his free one and starts to walk, pulling me with him.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask, nervous about what he might have planned and because he is my cartoon crush.

"You need proper medical attention for your injury." He states simply.

"I'm greatful for the help, but why are you helping me?" I ask with both greatfulness and curiosity in my voice.

He stops walking and I almost run into him.

Great, now he's probably pissed off at me. I shouldn't have asked all these questions.

He turns around so he is facing me.

"It's not important at the moment. I will tell you once you're fully healed." He says with a calm and somewhat gentle look on his face and in his eyes.

"Ok." I say simply.

We walk for about 45 minutes before I start to slow down.

It's hard trying to keep up with him.

I know he noticed me slowing down because he stops and turns so he is facing me again.

The look in his eyes tells me that he knows that I'm getting exhausted.

"You aren't a kunochi, are you?" He asks.

I shake my head.

He sighs, puts the bag with my name on it in my hands and picks me up so that I'm on his back.

He starts running and I put my arms around his neck.

We reach a village in about 10 minutes.

He brings me to a hospital and we wait for a few minutes.

"What's your name?" I ask, even though I know it already, but, of course he doesn't know that and he most likely thinks I don't know his name.

"Sasuke Uchiha." He replies right before a nurse calls for me.

A/N 2: I hope you liked it. Did I spell kunochi correctly? Please review and tell me what you thought, but if you are going to flame then don't. I will delete flames. Also, please favorite and follow.