Hello, all. I'm Chelseam2. (Aha...duh.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
I wanted to create a "into the real world" story that still kept the characters IN character. As well, that didn't have the people from the real world being love-obsessed unrealistic young teenagers picking the Naruto men out like apples with hardly any conflict, just throwing themselves onto them. There would be real emotions, doubt, and problems.
Y'know. Real. As this is the REAL world.
I couldn't find many, and as much as I just want to sit back and read one, I've decided to create my own since not many others will.
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"Icarus" Ivan Torrent f. Julie Elven
Rita glanced an eye at her shamefully large collection of Naruto books, fingers slipping over the keys on her laptop as she typed. She quirked a sheepish grin. The manga was shorter than the filler-wracked anime, but the large series had long since become a long, mainstream running joke among anime fans. However, as much as seemed Naruto-fans were teased about their love, she kept buying the manga. She loved ninjas, the magic of chakra, and the surprisingly great psychology in Naruto.
Of course, she did have other loved-series. Among her collection was the Rurouni Kenshin, Bleach, Alice in the Land of Hearts, Black Butler, Case Closed, Death Note, DN Angel, Kasumi, I Am Here, Nabari no Ou, the entire series of Rosario Vampire, and many more.
But, all in all; to each their own.
Standing, she groaning as her tired muscles complained after a day of work, and stooped to pick up number 19 of the Naruto manga, the battle between the Three Legendary Sannin. She flipped through the pages, catching a glimpse of a bloodied Kabuto Yakushi laying on the ground and chuckling softly to herself, "Sorry, Kabuto. You may be my favorite character, but Naruto whooped your cocky butt."
"RITA!"
Rita winced, almost dropping the book in her hands. "Yeah, Mom?" she called back. As much as she loved her mother, the sound of that woman's voice shouting up the stairs at her to do something was one of the most annoying things on the planet, especially when that voice was waking her up.
"It's time to go to school! The bus'll be here in five minutes! You'd better be dressed and not messing around on that computer of yours!"
Rita blinked, blankly looking down at her ice-blue-tinted white pajamas, then up at the clock in front of her on the wall, terror darting across her face. "Shoot."
A blur of long, black hair, bright green eyes, pale skin, and a black hoodie and blue jeans was the only thing Rita's mom saw darting past her out the door not three minutes later, a thin arm snaking out to snatch up at backpack that hung over the chair. "Gotta run!"
Being a well-prepared woman, Mrs. Mugenjo had packed her daughter's breakfast in with her lunch. "No more lateness!" she shouted as the kitchen door to the outside slammed behind the running figure.
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Rita was happy that her house was among the first stops the bus picked up. She chose a window seat in the front of the bus, directly behind the driver. The back of the bus was dangerous, filled with roudy students that the school bus's driver could hardly reach. She preferred sitting by the driver. She and him had a bit of a weird friendship.
"So, whatcha got?" he asked excitedly, rubbing his hands together as the rest of the students from a nearby neighborhood filtered on the bus to take their seats.
"Eh, an apple..." Rita began digging through the breakfast bag.
"The perfect teacher sucking-up to device." he commented, receiving a smirk.
"Cereal bar. Yuck." Rita muttered, handing it off to the driver, who happily took it, "Dunno why she keeps getting me these."
"Doesn't she know you hate 'em?"
"Apparently not, but it's good news for you, ain't it?" Rita grinned, plucking out a cookie and handed it to him, "I only have two of these. You get one." she closed up her backpack, and the driver gave her a dainty little bow. Well, as dainty as one could get being a shapely elderly man stuck in a schoolbus's driver seat.
"Thank you, m'dear. You hold a special place in this here old man's heart." He told her, eyes sparkling.
"And in your stomach." she muttered, with a playful wink.
He gave the edge of her black hood a small tug, covering more of her already concealed face, smiling at the way her eyes deviously peered out from underneath the hood. "The way to a man's heart, you odd little thing."
"You love meh. You know you do."
"Yeah." he smacked a hand fondly on top of her head, and ruffled her hair under the hood. "Punk."
"Oi, knock it off! You might not have hair to comb, but I do!" she laughed and swatted his hands away as he let out a a chortle. "Drive the bus, old man!"
He rolled his eyes, snorting, and shut the bus doors with a hiss, and shouted, "Alrighty, folks! Onto prison we go!"
Half of the reactions he got were laughs, the other; sorrowful moans.
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Rita, a social outcast, was used to the treatment she got in the hallways, a shove into the lockers, the generic "knock-her-books-down-out-of-her-hands" whack, which she had learned to foil by placing a sheet of metal underneath wax-paper on top of her books whilst keeping a firm grip. Maybe that's why she liked Naruto; they had a connection. At least she wasn't small enough to actually be shoved IN her locker.
She'd always been an odd sort of girl, long black hair with bangs that partially covered one eye, another long lock of bangs striking down to her nose, and yet another off to the side reaching to her cheekbone, uneven. Her striking green eyes peered out from behind those bangs, solemn yet devious all at the same time. But her pale complexion, although tinged with a healthy glow, looked haunting to some.
She wore the same black hoodie every day, and pair of blue jeans. She wasn't dressing to impress anybody, and if she wanted friends, they'd be the type that would accept her for her, not her appearance. Possibly that thought is what hindered her from dressing in anything more.
Rita chose to sit in the corner, farther away. But it wasn't like she didn't have friends. She had Raika and Kyra, two of the most awesome, unique people she knew who always joined her and walked her between classes when they could.
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"This corn doesn't taste like corn." Raika mused, dragging her spoon though her food. She flipped bleached-white hair out of obsidian eyes and peered disapprovingly through her round-rimmed glasses at the corn.
Kyra leaned over and scooped up a spoonful of Raika's pathetic corn, pausing as the girl made a sound of protest, "What does it taste like?" and popped it into her mouth with a grin.
"Don't touch my food." Raika muttered crossly.
"I think it tastes like corn."
"And don't talk with your mouth full."
"Really weird, chemical corn, though." Kyra observed thoughtfully, chewing slowly.
"I'll bet it tastes stolen too." Raika sulked.
"Nope."
The white-haired girl's shoulder's slumped. "So much for a sense of morality."
"You weren't going to eat it anyway."
"Or decency." Raika sniffed.
Rita grinned, enjoying the dialogue between the two. Raika was upright, jaw-length, somewhat-spiky white hair jutting out in all directions yet still curving in to hug her cheeks. Kyra's black hair was exactly the same. Raika had been completely and entirely alone, an abused foster child, before she'd met Kyra in foster care. The two basically became like sisters, and were as close as any sister could get, despite the deceptively bitter tone Raika kept up with Kyra.
"Tell you what, Rai." Kyra laughed, stealing another spoonful of corn, flinching when Raika's eyes flashed to her plastic knife as Kyra was reaching her hand across Raika's personal bubble. "I'll buy you a new book as payment for being a bloody thief."
Raika jutted out her lower lip, "...fine."
Rita chuckled.
"How's life at home, Ree?" Kyra turned her attention to their friend, "Any plans?"
"World domination, y'know, the usual." Rita replied casually, resting her chin on her hands, elbows propped up on the table.
"We will prevail!" Kyra yelled, pumping her fist.
Raika quirked a small, dark grin. "Indeed." she said ominously. Her eyes darted to the other students, who'd noticed Kyra's outburst, "It's probably what they think we're up to anyway."
"Oh, but of course." Rita laughed. "Why not?"
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"Honey, did you have a good time at school?" her Mom asked, not bothering to turn around when she heard the front door slam.
"Twas dreadfully awful and mundane, save for the fleeting, yet glorious shining lights in the darkness that are the beautiful Raika and Kyra." Rita answered elegantly, flipping her wrist in the air for emphasis.
"I gave birth to a poet and didn't even know it." Mrs. Mugenjo muttered.
"My poor mother, a terrible fate of rhythm and English that had befallen her on the coming of my birth!"
Her mother turned, threatening with the knife, laughing, "Rita, if you don't stop, I will CUT you."
Rita threw up her arms in defense, "But alas, fate has turned to horror, that my dearest mother has turned upon a child of her own flesh with a silver blade!"
"I don't know whether to laugh to to bash my head against the wall until I bleed everywhere."
Rita grinned, "Before you do, is that my food you're cooking?"
"Yes."
"Then, please, just laugh. I'd prefer you didn't poison it with your crimson innards."
Her mother raised an eyebrow, "Is that right?"
Rita grinned sheepishly, clasping her hands innocently behind her back, "You know I love you, right Mom?"
Her mother turned back to the chopping board. "I'm poisoning your food."
"Ah~, I guess not."
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"Today was a bit crummy." Rita muttered, crossing her legs as she sat at her chair, "Man, I'd like to be a ninja. Then I could punch that stupid, snooty English teacher square in the face and sent her flying through a wall." She picked up the Naruto book, number 19, that she'd been reading before school. "Wouldn't it be cool...I kinda wish...I kinda wish the Naruto world existed. Then it would be-WHOA!"
Rita shot upright as her laptop started smoking, the screen cackling with what looked like... "THERE'S SPARKS COMING OUT OF THIS BLASTED THING!" she dove for the "Off" button, but upon contact, it zapped her, and she let out a yelp as her own overreaction sent her jerking backwards onto the ground, chair pushed out of the way. Rita suddenly regretted having gotten a chair on wheels. "Bloody heck, I'm going to start the house on fire!"
She hit the floor with an oomph as the screen began to cackle with electricity and flash. It took her a moment to realize the flashing didn't come from the laptop, but from her flickering bedroom lights. Terrified, she took the Naruto book and threw it at the screen it a futile attempt to stop the malfunction. It connected with a crack, the screen made a whirring noise, and the laptop was knocked from its place.
As it hit the ground, an explosion of white filled the room with blinding light, seeming to erase everything. A shudder of energy reverberated from the impact and passed through Rita's body like a burning chill. As it passed, Rita exhaled, eyes rolling up into her head, and white soon faded to black as her head hit the floor.
Hey, y'all, I hope you enjoyed. If I made any grammar and spelling mistakes, please point them out so that I may correct them. I WANT you to point them out. XD