Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by the amazing Joss Whedon, and Naruto by the equally awesome Masashi Kishimoto. I am writing purely for the entertainment of myself and (hopefully) others.
A/N: You are all probably wondering what's up with this story—or maybe not, it has been a while since I've updated... I started editing the chapters recently, I just didn't like some of the things from the original. These changes are going to hopefully help me continue the story past where I had previously stopped. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
Buffy could hear the cut of metal in the air a split second before three star shaped weapons embed themselves in the tree behind her—narrowly missing her head. She watched as two people seemed to materialize from the shadows across the clearing from her. "Wow, rude… but hey, I'll let it go if you can just point me to the nearest bus station!"
The men, who were wearing dark clothing with various bandages and fishnet layers, hardly spared her a glance and whispered lowly to each other. These guys are asking for some serious trouble! What idiots ignore an enemy?
To be fair, she supposed a weaponless girl in the middle of a forest in her sushi pajamas wasn't all that intimidating.
Unfortunately for them, she was the weapon.
Unfortunately for her, she had no idea where she was, or how strong these guys were, but she did know one thing—anyone who would wear an outfit like that had to have serious balls.
"Hey, Chip and Dale, what's the hold up over there, fishnet get a run?" Buffy called out causally, examining one of the stars in the tree. What were they called? She had seen these before in Giles' weapon collection, but had never actually used them.
Finally, they turned back to her; one patted the other on the back and laughed before disappearing from the clearing.
Buffy felt the spike of power as he left and furrowed her brows. Human from what she could tell, definitely not vampires. Were they demons? There were different kinds of demons, but they all had a common thread of power. This, though, was not even remotely familiar...
She snapped out of her thoughts as the remaining man suddenly appeared in front of her. "Whoa, personal space!" the Slayer commented, avoiding the punch he had aimed at her head, and returned the gesture with a kick to his midsection that pushed him back a few feet.
His eyes widened, obviously not expecting her to fight back.
That was Buffy Summers—doing the unexpected since 1981.
He attacked again, this time raining a series of punched down on her, only to grow more and more frustrated as she blocked his advance and even started to put him on the defensive. The man backed away, reaching into one of his packs and swiftly throwing another sharp weapon at her.
"Did you really think that would work the second time?" she questioned, dodging to the right. The man seemed to have anticipated what she would do, so when he threw another one in succession to where she would be she only managed to avoid getting hit in the chest.
Buffy winced, looking down to the hilt of the blade sticking out of her shoulder. "This is an off day for me." Again, the man rushed at her, but the Slayer wasn't going to take any chances.
Once he got close enough she pulled her arm back and plowed into his chin with her fist, the punch propelling him backward across the clearing into a tree. She wasn't intending to kill him— even though that seemed to be his objective—but boy did he probably wish that she was. Humans with superpowers, still human.
She almost laughed at the irony of her thoughts and looked at her wound. Blood had seeped onto her sleeve, but she had perfected the art of getting blood stains out of clothes long ago.
If only she could find a washer and dryer laying around.
Buffy began walking towards the man slumped against the tree, when a deep laugh echoed from his throat. Oops, did I knock a screw loose? She raised an eyebrow when he finally started talking.
"I underestimated you, girl." Blood trickled out of his nose as he spoke. "We were assured nobody would know we were here. How did you find us?" He struggled to stand up, but ultimately slipped into unconsciousness.
Buffy made sure he was alive, and began searching his body for an clue as to where she was. "Yeah yeah, that's what they all say." She hadn't actually understood him, though she imagined he did the "if it wasn't for" speech like every other villain.
Emptying his pockets proved fruitful; she found two more weapons like the one in her shoulder, the empty pouch he must have used for his throwing stars, and a packet of what looked like jerky. She looked at the symbols on the label, a frown in place.
She knew immediately that they were either Chinese or Japanese thanks to the time Willow had enrolled them into that calligraphy class—after which Buffy had to stake the instructor.
The last thing that caught Buffy's eye was the headband. It had a silver plate with a sand-dial carved into the middle of it. It didn't give her any clues, but she slipped it into her pocket.
"I can't even speak French right, and now this? I'm doomed." she bemoaned, staring at a tree.
She decided to leave the knife in her shoulder until she made it to a town, on the slight chance it was worse than it appeared and she bled out all over the grass. Hopefully, she would receive a better welcome and start to figure out what where exactly she was.
The Slayer was drawing a blank on that one.
As much as Buffy wanted to follow the man's companion, she went the opposite way because it was the smart thing to do.
She definitely wasn't running, simply… retreating to come back stronger.
Buffy spared one last look around the clearing and headed off.