Naruto looked between the two enemy shinobi as they slowly made their way towards him. He struggled in attempt to jump up and prepare for battle, but his rebellious body just wouldn't respond. He wasn't sure how they had gotten the jump on him, but they had somehow injected him with a toxin that caused paralysis. It was powerful too, as it even seemed to be enough to get around the Kyūbi's usual defense. He could only watch on helplessly as the two made their way towards him.

He frowned. He had been pestering Baa-chan for a solo mission ever since they had successfully rescued Gaara from the Akatsuki, and when she finally allows it, he dies in it. That really sucks. It wasn't even supposed to be that difficult; a simple delivery to Suna. Yet he somehow managed to screw that up too. He felt his chances dwindling as he saw the music note symbol on the Hitai-ates. Oto shinobi weren't known for their mercy, especially when it came to Konoha. He tried to move his arm again.

It twitched.

When he looked up again, the one on his right had gotten closer and he brought his kunai down towards the helpless blonde.

"Toby! Get down here! We have to leave soon!" I jumped as I heard Terri shouting up at me. I hated it when I got so into my writing that I lost track of everything else. I quickly saved the document before I closed my laptop and scooted back from my desk. I grabbed my satchel and headed down the stairs to meet Terri and we headed out of the house.

I have recently discovered that I love to write. I have only had practiced with writing essays and such for my creative writing class, but I didn't just stop there with my ambition. I aspire to be a great novelist when I grow up, but instead of skipping ahead and just writing a novel, I decided to practice by writing a fan fiction. That way I can see if my writing even qualifies for a book.

The choice of topic for my story was pretty obvious, as Naruto had plenty of ways that the story could go. Therefore, I decided to try to write a fan fiction of the same genre that my planned novel was. I was practicing writing a tragedy when my very loud and impatient brother pulled me away from my computer.

We were currently walking to our first day as high school sophomores and Terri was practically vibrating when we finally made our way into the educational establishment. We didn't make even it four steps before I found myself harshly shoved into a nearby locker. I strained to look up and visibly paled as a familiar blonde returned my gaze with a vicious leer.

From the looks of it, my bullying problems transferred over from last year, because apparently Trent failed senior year… again. I sighed. Last year, I was very scrawny. Due to my skinny frame and mousey brown hair, I was the main target for bullies and troublemakers, and my large, coke bottle glasses didn't help much either. Trent was one of the worst bullies and it looked like I wasn't quite out of the woods yet.

Secretly, I was harboring the desire to improve my image. I finally convinced my parents to get a nice sleek pair of glasses and I cut my hair into a neater form. I even put on a little muscle.

I kinda wished that it would have actually helped me out. I mean, I wasn't trying to become Mr. Popular, but being ignored by bullies and actually being noticed by the opposite gender would have been nice. So far, however, it was looking eerily similar to last year. Of course, it had only been the first few minutes, so there was still time to salvage the first day.

"Hey! Stop that!" My head shot over and I saw the math teacher tapping her foot as she sent Trent a disapproving glare. She ignored his lousy excuses and ushered him into the principal's office, which happen to be very close.

I bent down to pick up my fallen supplies when a dainty hand entered my view. I froze and slowly trailed my vision up the arm until I was met with a pair of cobalt eyes. There was a girl crouched down in front of me, helping me pick up my dropped items. A very pretty girl. She had long brown hair down to her shoulders and two long braids of it down the front. She was wearing a blue jacket over a black tank top and a red skirt.

We both stood and she handed me my things before smiling, "Hello! My name's Amber."

I shook my head to clear it, "I-I'm Toby." I inwardly cursed when I stuttered, but she didn't seem to notice my verbal slip.

"Nice to meet you, Toby. I'm new in town and I'm on a hunt for a tour guide. I have been turned down a lot today, so don't feel guilty if you can't do it."

I blinked slowly. Was she just randomly asking people to help her? That can't be safe. He inwardly sighed, but outwardly smiled, "Sure! I can help. I've lived here my whole life, so I should be able to help."

Her face lit up, "Finally! I got a guide!"

I smiled at her enthusiasm, "Unfortunately, I can't help you until the weekend, as I have a lot of planning to do for the year.

She nodded knowingly, "I get it. I can wait. I'll have to get your number, later though so I can contact you."

I nodded, inwardly cheering myself on. Amber and I traded slips of paper before we turned away from each other. As I walked away, I resisted the urge to do a victory dance. I got a girl's number on my first day. Sure it wasn't in the context that I wanted, but it was still an exciting firstie. One out of two's not so bad.

"Wow, way to go, you stud muffin. Pretty soon you'll be beating them off with a stick."

I shot Terri an annoyed look, "Where were you? Did you ditch me just as we walked into the school or something?"

He held up his hands in surrender, "I left as soon as I saw Trent heading towards you. Didn't you notice that the teacher showed up awfully quickly?"

I narrowed my eyes, "You win this round."

Terri smirked and put his hands behind his head, "This round and every other."

I sighed in mock exasperation and rolled my eyes, "Yeah yeah, let's just get to our locker and go to class."

Terri saluted cheekily, "Aye aye, Captain Stud Manly!"

I punched him in the arm and he cackled.

XxOxX

When he looked up again, the one on his right had gotten closer and he brought his kunai down towards the helpless blonde. Naruto closed his eyes and waited for the pain, but when nothing happened, he looked up in shock to see the two enemies frozen in time. The kunai was literally right next to him about to initiate a killing blow.

Naruto tried to move his arms against the toxin and was surprised when he actually could, and it didn't even seem like he had been poisoned. In fact, he felt completely fine. He scanned the area and was shocked to find that the two ninja weren't the only ones to freeze. The nearby wildlife was also in the same predicament, and Naruto even thought that he saw a drop of dew frozen in mid-fall.

"Okay, I don't like the looks of this."

You have no idea.

With that, there was a flash of light and Naruto found himself in front of his prisoner. The large nine tails waved menacingly behind the huge figure entrapped within the bars. Naruto blinked slowly, "Kyūbi?" he asked tentatively. This was actually the first time that the fox had tried to talk to him ever since the battle with Sasuke.

Yes. It is I. I would rant about my superiority and how insignificant you are, but unfortunately we have more pressing matters. I sense the interference of an Inkweaver. What's worse is that if they had continued, you and I would have ended up dead.

Naruto blinked slowly, but it quickly turned to determination, "What do you mean? What is an inkweaver? Why is he trying to kill me? Show me at him and I'll kick his ass!"

YOU FOOL! Naruto was thrown back by the force of the yell, This is not something that can be solved simply by attacking recklessly. He sniffed, I'm surprised and somewhat relieved that it hasn't gotten us killed yet.

Naruto stomped his foot and shook his fist up at the giant Bijū, "Hey! You make it sound like I have absolutely no strategy when I attack!"

The Kyūbi gave a pointed look and Naruto blushed, "Fine, Whatever. What can I do to help fix it?"

We have to find the Inkweaver before they can finish the story and stop them. If we cannot stop them. We will surely perish.

Naruto nodded, "Alright, What do we need to do?"

I can use my chakra to track the location of the Inkweaver. I may be able to open a rift to where they are so that you can stop them.

Naruto nodded, "Right! I'll do it!"

The Kyūbi rolled its eyes. With a jolt, Naruto found himself in the real world and he saw red chakra slowly leaking from under his clothes and he shuddered to wonder where it was coming from. The red swirled together and created what looked like a giant red portal. Naruto stepped through it and disappeared.

XxOxX

I sat at my computer, my brow furrowed in confusion and frustration. I tried to open the document to my story, but an error dialoged box popped up every time that I clicked the file. I tried one more time with no result and I sighed before pushing away from my desk in exasperation. I turned to get Terri to see if he could work his techy magic, but I was stopped when a flash of red caught my attention.

I blinked in confusion at my computer screen that began to glow a blood red color. An arm popped out of the screen and I blinked in confusion. The arm lead to a torso, the torso to a head and finally, a pair of legs. Finally, a body flopped out and landed in the middle of my floor.

I looked down at the unconscious blonde with whiskers and I rubbed the bridge of my nose, "God, I hate my life."

End

A.n. For the purpose of the story, my writing is going to be the best in the story's "universe". In other words, Toby's writing is supposed to be AMAZING, regardless of the "actual" quality.

Side note: My new favorite exclamation is "What the juice!"