Rainy Day
An Imagination gone Wrong. Seriously, Seriously Wrong…
DISCLAIMER I don't own Naruto, only my self-insert…well, not really, because I have parents…so…I guess I just own the plot-slash-alternate universe-slash-musings of this fic. (That is, if anybody's ever even fancied this idea before but just hadn't written it down and/or forgot it.)
(Also, it would be great if you listened to some sort of music as you read this. I suggest visiting incompetech dot com and searching for music under the tags Epic, Suspenseful, Mythical, that sort of stuff. -winks-)
One more thing- Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Spandex-clad Savior
It was one minute before six PM. Storm clouds scuttled idly through the sky like bloated crabs on a muggy day at the beach. Nobody in the immediate vicinity, except for one bored girl of Mexican descent, had the desire to ponder this strange weather in Southern California.
Well, it wasn't strange, she corrected herself. It was, like, almost Christmas or something, and she did prefer rain over the more obvious results of global warming, anyway. But in her opinion, those kinds of clouds belonged near high places such as mountains.
When one particular black cloud she was keeping track of swept past the window she was looking out of, she quit staring and began to write her name on her hand in pen (the cheap kinds with ink that comes off within five minutes). She wrote Laura in print, very small, then again in cursive under it Then she wrote in big block letters THE NARUTARD.
As anyone can tell, she was bored and alone in her house. Laura hated being alone. She also hated being in the dark, and sudden movements, and hallucinations she often saw. Like the one about that clown that had been in some blankets on her bed– Oh! What a horrible image. She shuddered and realized it was raining, and scooted away from the window and into a corner, a result of her paranoia. Who knows what monster might smush its face up against the glass?(A/N: Everybody's telling me what a distorted sense of reality I have... XD)
Then she heard a sound like something chittering, coming from the upstairs part of her house. Laura tensed when her brain had absorbed that. Her eyes grew wide. Normally, she would have proceeded to ignore that, or if she heard footprints, would lock herself in the bathroom. But an awful sense of foreboding gave her little incentive to move. She watched a blanket tumble down two steps from the upstairs hallway. Where did THAT come from??? The twelve year old was very creeped out. I thought I was alone! Is it… is it the clown
What happened next was something most sensible folks would laugh at, it would seem so corny…the crappiest, most juvenile horror movie they'd ever seen. But since this particular person hated scary movies, her reaction was to freeze and attempt to take in the horrible mutated creature, figment-of-imagination-turned-real, that rose up from the blanket. Her brain was going a thousand revolutions per minute as she desperately theorized why it had suddenly turned realer than a hallucination.
Could I have possibly thought it into existence?! She realized, horrorstruck, as the thing descended all the way to the bottom of the stairs. Her chest constricted and she was transfixed with the very fact that it was solid.
Murdered by an unknown killer and she wouldn't even be thirteen yet. Not even a teenager, and with so much potential to change the world. But she had to do something. Supposing she could delay her death, an idea hit her like a slap in the face. She'd think up some help. And the first person who came into her mind when she thought of the word help was her favorite anime-crush of all time…
Lee Rock.