Disclaimer: Hey, this is my first fanfic. T0T Yes, I know, I'm sad.

Sasuke: rolls eyes Oh, quit whining Shiori. Just start the chapter. (You'll find out who it is.)

Shiori: Sasu-chan's being mean T0T

Sasu-chan: Quit with the nickname and hey, why are you labeling it? Take it off. I don't like it.

Naruto: Ha, serves you right, Sasu-chan.

Sasu-chan: Oh shut up dobe and I said I don't want it to be labeled either.

Naruto: pouts Stupid teme. smirks you can't say Sasu-chan can you?

Sasuke: (I was threatened by Sasuke of course) Oh shut up.pounces

Naru-chan and Sasu-chan start to fight

Shiori: Anyway, the main character is based on me (personality at least and obsession, which you'll find out later.) So Enjoy! Flames accepted just plz be easy.

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Prologue

Hi, I'm Shiori! For your safety, I want to tell you I have a tendency to overreact and I have a very weird obsession over Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto. Okay, I know your thinking 'She's probably a stalker' or 'I bet she join a fan club for him'. Sad thing for me is I live in America. My mom's from Japan though, but she married my dad and moved back to America with my dad. Which sucks because he hates me. I do watch Naruto all the time though. . Now here's where the story starts.

One day, when I came back from school. I went to watch Naruto before I did my homework. I forgot to take off my backpack so I sat down with it, but didn't notice, turned on the T.V., and looked up to watch the show, when I saw a bright light come from the T.V. and I blackout. When I came to, I was in a village and five middle-aged women were staring at me. Probably cause I wasn't exactly normal to them. I mean, I was wearing black jeans, black T-shirt with a rose that was dripping off blood with a blood puddle from the rose in the middle of my shirt, and below the rose it said it red dripping letters Bloody Romance, a black long-sleeved zipped up jacket, that was at the moment un-zipped, and black tennis shoes with red lining. I have black hair (dyed) that was at the moment in a really low ponytail, green emerald; cat-like eyes, fair pale-peach skin, around 5'7, and fourteen years old. My backpack was black and had one strap that went on my shoulder on the front flap it said, "Sarcasm is the best weapon to aggravate your opponent, it means their stupid. XP" in white and green writing. That wasn't exactly good thing to have on first appearances either. I had to figure out what was going on, the only problem the five middle-aged women in front of me.

This is where the story begins.

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Shiori: Sorry it was so short. It'll be longer though. (I hope)

Sasuke and Naruto out of breathe

Both: We'll see you next time. Faints

Shiori: ; What they said. Please Review!