Sorry Guys! A lot of stuff happened, and so here is my update!

Here are some e-cookies for Narwhal-Ninja-Saur for being super pro and helping me out. LIKE A BOSS! (::)(::)

"Ninjas? You're expecting me to believe that?" Kyoya demanded.

"Yes, ninjas are real, and we come from an... alternate dimension, as you might say." The silver-haired stranger smugly grinned.

"I don't believe it. Tamaki has really gone out of his way to try to fool me this time. He really is an idiot."

"And she said that the children would understand more than adults. That's absolute shit." The stranger muttered under his breath. He cleared his throat. "Why don't you believe me when I say I'm a ninja?"

"Shinobi may have existed in the past, but now, the closest we get to ninja are the Haninozuka and Morinozuka families. I'm sorry, but you claim is completely fictitious," Kyoya stated, looking definitely not sorry.

"What if I can prove it to you that I am shinobi? What would make you believe me?"

"Then I would have to believe you. Turn into 'me'."

"Easy," The stranger smirked and a puff of smoke clouded him. It cleared, and an exact copy of Kyoya was revealed. Kyoya raised one eyebrow.

"Impressive. What's your name?"

"Kakashi. Hatake." Kakashi told him, "And you are Kyoya Ootori, I assume?"

"Yes, of course,"

"Well, Ootori-sama, I have a proposition for you. You see, the 'alternate dimension' that I come from, after careful consideration and investigation, has decided on running a program in which some students from here, namely your host club, would be integrated into our society for a short period of time. Then, if we do decide to reveal these dimensions to the public, you would be credited, and your story would probably raise a few million. So, my friend, would you like to partake in this endeavor?"

Ugh. I stared at the small hairline cracks in the ceiling. I had a crick in my neck, and it was acting up. I glanced at the clock that was hung on the wall beside me. Four o'clock. I was only meant to get up at six to get ready for school. I groaned and got up, as there was no us in just waiting for the clock to strike six, was there now?

It was the last day of school before break, but I heard the Host Club was going somewhere during. Maybe Karuizawa, like last time. I wouldn't mind that.

I decided to go for a jog, around Tokyo. I looked at my surroundings, marveling at how different it was to Konaha. It has been two and a half years since I left. I wondered how Naruto, and the rest of Team Seven were going. I wondered if Sasuke had lightened up; or if Sakura had given in, and gone out with Naruto. I hoped they were all right, and Orochimaru hadn't killed them all.

"Ayaka, it's Naruto we're talking about here, he'll be okay," Ancestor Momoko comforted me. The Ancestors are spirits, inhabiting my body, and talk to me, although they give me headaches when doing so. The Ancestors chose a female child when they are an infant, and subside in their body. All the ancestors are female, and can take over one's body if the wish, although they usually don't. It was fairly standard for the Ancestors to talk to me at most times, albeit not the most convenient ones.

It had been a long time, and the Ancestors, whose chakra was fueling my transformation into a boy was starting to tire. And so was I, from Tamaki's relentless antics.

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