Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the profile picture, I just find things like that on the internet.
Author's Note: Hello! If you haven't been here before, then I welcome you, to this land of middle school grammar and spelling. On the other hand, if you have been here before then you should have already guessed what this is. A rewrite. All of the stories I've written was made when I basically a baby so I'm rewriting an eff-ton of my stories! Hope you don't feel too sad!
"English"
["Japanese"]
Aurora P.O.V
Today was the day. The day I've been dreading since the end of the school year. The Nguyen Family Road Trip. Needless to say, I was really not looking forward to leaving my comfortable bed and Wi-fi, but I didn't really have a choice, now did I? My arms were full of all of the things I found necessary to have. Shirts, pants, shorts, undergarments, socks, flip flops, chapstick, and so on.
Due to the road trip being approximately two weeks long I needed to pack a lot of things, so by the end of my packing frenzy, I had stuffed my black backpack, a pull-string bag, and also a tiny little purse. All of my essentials were in the backpack, electronics and other entertainment in the pull-string bag, and some money along with other things like hair ties and chapstick in the purse.
Some may say that I was overpacking, but you never knew when you would need any of these things, I can't sleep all the time during the drive you know. Needless to say, my arms were having a hard time holding onto everything, so I had to leave some stuff behind-
and then retrieve it after depositing my belongings into the van.
Before I could put all of my belongings down though, my sister must have decided I was taking too long, so with her backpack still on her back, she came into my room and shouted, "Hurry up slow-poke!" With her mismatched clothes- a red and white cap, purple shirt, beige khaki shorts and a pink camouflage backpack- she looked ridiculous.
Now, if I had been raised by people other than my parents and sisters, I would probably have told that to her face, but instead, all I did was show a quick flash of confusion and disgust, then wiped it away for a more neutral face. "Well sorry, I woke up late!" All I got was a scoff at my excuse. "Sure, just hurry it up, we gotta leave soon since it's a few hours drives before we even get to our first stop." With her part said, she walked away.
"Jeez, it's not like it's going to be the end of the world if we're a little bit late, don't have to be such a jerk about," I muttered underneath my breath. Luckily for me, she didn't hear. After closing the door, I finished packing any other knick-knacks I thought I would need for amusement, then checked to see if all of my devices I was leaving at home were off and not plugged in.
Right after unplugging my laptop, a blue light started to shine from the corner of my room, which, was very weird as all that was there was my dresser. Curious, I slowly ventured over to the corner only to be shocked at the sight that was before my eyes. It looked like some sort of swirling blue vortex, right in front of my dresser. I rubbed my eyes in case there was still some sleep left in them, but the vortex remained.
"That cannot be real." I must have been standing there staring at the vortex for too long, because Jasmine appeared again, even more, pissed than usual. "I thought I told you to hurry up! We have to leave right now, otherwise, Dad will start screaming!"
Unaware of the object holding my attention, she came closer to me and just as she was about to say anything else, she saw what my eyes were glued to, and in that one second of shock, she tripped on a piece of clothing that was on the ground, one of the few remnants from my earlier whirlwind of packing, causing her to push the both of us into the vortex.
When the last foot was finally inside of the vortex, the hole closed in upon itself, leaving no trace it was ever there. All that was left in the room was a mess of clothes, electronics, and wooden furniture.
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Aurora P.O.V
The only thing I could feel was the cold. Technically I always feel like an icicle, but this felt like I was stuffed inside one of those deep freezers. I couldn't see or hear anything, the only thing here was me. Until I felt another warm body beside mine. Grasping onto them like a lifeline, I was finally able to hear something, which was rather unpleasant.
My sister's panicked and high-pitched screaming. With her being able to hit a high E it was very painful, but it was slightly better than nothing. Slightly. If it weren't for my throat closing upon itself from the shock, the only thing that was coming out of my lips was a very airy and wispy breath.
For a while, it was just us holding onto each other, just floating around until suddenly we were falling. I could see the clouds passing by us but just barely as Jasmine's hair was whipping me in the face. Our combined screams could probably break windows, but her hair kept in getting in my mouth, causing me to have to spit it out and then scream.
The ground was getting closer and closer and there was nothing to break our fall. If we fell into the trees, we were more likely to be impaled than have it break our fall, and if we fell onto the ground we would die from the impact, so it was hopeless. We were going to die.
I was going to die before I even became a teenager. I was going to die without ever knowing what on Earth is going on or where I am. I was going to die period. How did this happen?
Just as we were about ten meters from the ground and our inevitable deaths, what seemed to be a bulldozer slammed into us, taking away our momentum and allowing us to fall onto the ground safely, with just a few bruises and scratches. I don't know what Jasmine was doing, but when I reached the ground I started to hyperventilate so I tried to calm myself by rocking back and forth while trying to desperately slow down my breathing.
"*gasp* c-calm-calm down *gasp* e-e-e-everything's f-fi- *gasp*." It was not going well. A warm hand placed itself on my shoulder and shook me, but all it did was make my condition worse. "Ig-ignore *gasp* it, A-aruro- *gasp*." The hand moved to my neck and before I could do anything about it, my vision went black and then there was nothing.
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Aurora P.O.V
When I woke up, it was to the sound of a beeping machine, along with a few murmurs that were intelligible. Maybe it was my hearing but it sounded like they were speaking in another language. Something Asian, maybe Japanese? It didn't really sound like Viet, but then again I didn't really speak anything besides English. So who am I to say?
As my vision started to clear, so did my mind as I recalled what had happened in my last moments of consciousness. The machines beeping got louder and faster, signaling to the people in the room that I was awake. I tried to get up and see where I was, but I couldn't, due to the restraints on my wrists and ankles. Closing my eyes to try and block out the blinding white of the room, the murmurs of the people became louder.
["She's finally awake."]
["How are her vitals?"]
["Somebody contact the Hokage."]
I didn't really recognize the words they were saying, except a few and more importantly, the word 'Hokage'. Why was somebody talking about Naruto at what was likely a hospital? And why was I being restrained? Nothing was making sense at all. Having a pounding head drowning in questions is not what I want to wake up to in the morning.
Leaving my eyes closed in hopes that everything would disappear wasn't really working, so I opened my eyes only to be once again blinded by the sterile white walls. It took a few seconds but my eyes finally adjusted. I could still move my head so I craned my neck to look at the people bustling around my room.
For a hospital room, it was rather plain. No windows, table, or anything really. Just a bed, a machine for who knows what, and two doors most likely leading to a hallway and a bathroom. Last time I checked, hospital rooms were supposed to be at least semi-comforting, not like a room to hold a prisoner.
I started to doze off until a sharp pain shook me out of my daydreams. A nurse had just pierced my skin with a needle and was taking a small amount of blood from my arm. It kind of tickled so I let out a small laugh, which made her look at me weirdly.
"Hello?" The greeting that exited my mouth was full of cracks and was raspy. Realizing how parched I was, I tried to ask the lady for a glass of water, but nothing came out except for an exhale of air.
'Man, how injured am I?' Just as I thought that a couple of new people walked into the room, and they looked nothing like hospital staff. They looked like hardcore Naruto cosplayers. And the doctors and nurses weren't freaking out at their appearance or anything, in fact, they looked calmer than before.
["Have you figured out anything about them?"] Paying closer attention, it sounded a lot like Japanese. But what on Earth am I doing in Japan? Am I actually even in Japan?
["No, we were hoping you could question them as they just recently woke up."] I really wish that I could actually speak and read Japanese, too bad that's too hard for me and requires effort I don't want to put in.
One of the cosplaying people walked up to me and started talking to me. ["Who are you and how did you end up falling from the sky?"] They were obviously asking me a question, but there was a language barrier between us. Again, I tried to say something but failed. Noticing this, the male turned to a doctor and said something, and then the next thing I knew, a glass of water was being pressed to my chapped lips.
Greedily guzzling down the liquid, lines of water were running down the sides of my mouth before the glass was taken away. With my throat now moisturized, I could finally talk.
"Um, I don't speak or understand Japanese, so, I don't know what you're saying. Do you perhaps know English?"
All I was met with was a confused silence. "Do you guys not understand what I'm saying? At all?"
Feeling awkward, I tried to not squirm from the male's piercing stare. ["Are you trying to avoid the question? Start talking or we're going to have to use different methods."]
Okay, none of these people know English, and this guy is starting to get mad at me not speaking Japanese. "Look, I really don't know what you guys are saying, but maybe you could try and get a translator? Or maybe even Google Translator if you're feeling desperate, which I am."
["You're obviously not going to cooperate. Looks like we'll have to take you to the interrogation room."] Suddenly, and for no reason, they blindfolded me and took off my restraints only to replace them with new ones, that bound my wrists and ankles together. They then forced me to get up, which made my head swarm and the little vision I had to go black, forcing me to fall limp and into a pair of harsh arms that shoved me back forwards.
Luckily, I was able to avoid falling flat on my face, but it still hurt a lot falling on my right side.
What I thought to be the doctors and nurses chittering was soon silenced by what I now realized were guards. ["There's a lot more where that came from if you don't start answering our questions."] At this point I am entirely justified in my anger. "Hey, bastards! Why'd you shove me! You trying to get sued?! 'Cause I will definitely sue your butts you freaking jerks!"
["Stop shouting, you only brought this upon yourself. If you stopped speaking in that code of yours and answered our questions this wouldn't be happening."] Why in the world were they angry? I was the one being physically assaulted! I tried to wiggle myself up but failed miserably.
Two pairs of hands gripped my arms painfully and dragged me back onto my feet. "Oi, lighten your grip will you, I am made of skin, bones, and fat. There is no muscle to protect me." Their grips only got tighter at my words. Could these bastards actually understand me?
"Why am I even being treated as a prisoner? I couldn't even harm somebody if I tried. I even have princess' hands* (*soft and smooth hands that have no callouses, as they have seen no hard work*)."
No matter what I said, they didn't say anything back to me and led me away from the room into another. During the transition, I felt what was like a slight suction along with being whirled around, but nobody said anything, so I thought that they were side-effects of hyperventilating and being knocked out.
Oh gosh. I forgot about Jasmine. Was she okay? Did she have an asthma attack? Was she even alive still? "Hey! Bastards! Where's my sister Jasmine! Is she okay?" This time though, there were murmurs. ["Hey, do you think she doesn't actually understand what we're saying? Didn't the other one speak like her too?"] I swear if they did anything to her I would be throwing punches, even if I don't really know how to punch people, and it'll probably hurt me more than them, and they could probably dodge them too…
But right now I needed answers, and I wasn't going to get them here and now.
Author's Note: I hope you like this rewrite! I'm trying to make this more realistic, but I don't know how good I'm being if I'm doing it over the top or under doing it. So constructive criticism or suggestions are welcomed with open arms! Also, if you like this then you can go ahead and favorite or like this. If you don't then oh well, I can't trap every- I mean everyone can't like this! Anyone, goodbye! I need my sleep and to get this posted before 1 o'clock!
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