I do not own Naruto! Or any of the music in this fanfic! I will do my best to cite my music sources in the end of the chapters in the A/N! I do, however, own the OC's. Yes, I was writing this because I wanted an escape from my class problem.
"Sarah, you need to do your homework so you don't fail," my older brother reprimanded, and I glared at him until he shrugged and went off to the very class he was talking about.
I sighed in exasperation at my horribly hopeless and death-inducing predicament. I was failing my Western Civilizations class with no way out of it whatsoever. And I was about to lose my college scholarship. Screw. My. Life.
How much worse could this get? So, I hefted up my backpacks and left the classroom that held the dreaded course that would ruin my schooling career. One very large, and a dull brown like a tree trunk, held all my textbooks in it, and the other, a bright cerulean, held my laptop, flash drives, and any other electronics that I valued in it. I had even packed a few volumes of Naruto in it – mainly with Orochimaru in them – as well as my spare binder of everything anime related I had. The binder concealed numerous photos of a certain snake-ninja, a couple of his right hand medic, and a complete guide to the ninja hand signs.
I sighed once more as I sat up in a random chair in the lobby, flipping out my Nintendo DS to play Pokémon: Black Version, and sighed once more as I booted up the game. Just as the game began to play, leaving me in Nimbasa City at the Gym where I'd left off out of boredom, the lights flickered off and on a few times. I closed my eyes, the flickering on and off hurting them. I didn't want to open them until the flickering had stopped. I didn't want it getting worse since my eyes were already screwed up enough because my left eye was extremely near-sighted and my right eye extremely far sided.
I open my eyes once more to find myself in a forest. My cerulean backpack was on me, but my muddy brown one wasn't. I felt like whooping for joy, except for the fact that I had no freaking clue where I was. Ecstatic, I was looking around. I heard voices, and immediately fled the vicinity of where I was to hide in fear. I was now crouched in an alleyway, and behind some bushes.
"So, Ero-Sennin, who are we looking for?" I heard an unmistakable voice say – that was Naruto himself! But if that was Naruto, and I was able to hear his voice and see Jiraiya's white top, then that meant that I was in the ninja world! Yay!
"I told you not to call me that! Hm?" Jiraiya yelled in exasperation, and then turned in my direction in interest.
I, of course, cringed for fear of being raped.
"Well, well, look what we have here!" he crowed as he peeked around the corner to look at me. I was now curled up in the fetal position, guarding my backpack – and more importantly, virginity – with my life if needs be. "Hey, no need to be like that. Just relax and tell Uncle Jiraiya what happened."
"Um…Konnichi wa?" I said confused, bringing out what little Japanese I knew.
"Huh? Whoa, Ero-Sennin, who's she?" Naruto asked quickly as he spotted me, and he began drooling.
"No idea. Come on, kid. I've got a medical friend I'm looking for. Maybe she can help you out, huh?" Jiraiya suggested, and my ears pricked.
Jiraiya was looking for Tsunade still. That meant that Orochimaru was still in pain after he killed the Third Hokage. That meant I could stop the Sannin showdown. Or better yet – stop Sasuke. If I was lucky, and given a few years of miracles one after another, I could seduce one of the Otonin into marrying me.
"Um…am I in trouble?" I asked, terrified like a five year old.
"Don't mind him! He's just a dunce/pervert!" Jiraiya and Naruto said in unison.
"I…" I began, but had no idea how or where to begin. I looked down, terrified, and bit my lower lip.
"Come on. Let's get you to Tsunade," Jiraiya said softly as he lifted me up. Apparently they'd already had the run-in with the Akatsuki.
"Hey, um… what is red clouds a symbol of?" I asked, trying (and probably failing) at faking innocence.
"Uh…Well…" Jiraiya stammered, taken off-guard at the question. "There's a criminal organization that has them on their black trench coats."
"Like the ones that attacked me! They're thugs, and they try to kill people without a second thought!" Naruto butt in. Ah, so they had run into the Akatsuki. That cleared up that little shindig - meaning that I was in about Volume seventeen or eighteen.
"You'll want to avoid them at all costs," Jiraiya nodded.
"Oh. Um…Okay. Thanks for the warning," I murmured shyly, careful of these two. They were known perverts, and I intended on saving my V-card for a snake-master who could pleasure me with his very presence.
Yes, I'm a rabid Orochimaru fan girl, in case you hadn't noticed by my username on – which, ironically, was RabidOrochimaruOtaku. If Orochimaru became unavailable, I would resort to Kabuto if necessary. A third backup? Forget it, not happening. Okay, okay – Kimimaro, if only to help him restore his clan. Poor guy needed some help – bad.
Two days later, I finally got to meet the legendary Tsunade. It wasn't exactly on the best of terms either. She had barged into her room, and Shizune was with her, with their pig TonTon. I was scared shizless (I refuse to cuss unless under extreme stress, and will go with similar substitutes) and wanted to vanish without a trace. Jiraiya had been teaching Naruto and me the Rasengan, while Naruto had been teaching me doppelgangers. It seemed like a fair trade to me.
At the time.
Turns out, they wanted me to practice 24/7. Ugh. Five in the morning never was a humane hour to me.
"So, how'd you show up here?" Naruto asked at last one day while we were eating, and I immediately felt hot tears coming out and a dam breaking inside of me.
"I was playing a game on my game device when the power went out at my school. It flickered on and off a few times, and the next thing I know, my school things are gone, I'm left with nothing but my entertainment, and no food, water, shelter or any way of how to get home. You guys were the first ones I ran into," I sobbed, then gasped as I finished everything in one severely ragged breath.
"Okay. Let me see your arm," Jiraiya said, brining up my right arm to him. It was just then that I noticed that it had kanji on it. Although, for what, I had no idea.
"What does it mean?" I asked, terrified.
"Black void," he murmured. "Do you have any notions as to what it could mean? Can you summon?"
Summon? Of course! I had been playing Pokémon black when it happened! I was about to fiddle around with the Gym leader and re-challenge him and then go re-challenge the Elite Four!
"I…no…not that I can think of…" I murmured, but I plotted ahead in my mind. If I could get alone for a few hours, I could try to figure things out later. "I don't even know the hand signs for it. I don't even know how to make hand signs properly!"
"Alright. Get some rest. You'll need it."
Finally, things were getting good. I knew where they was headed, and how to stop it. For now. I knew that they were close to finding Tsunade, I could feel it, and where we found Tsunade, we'd find Orochimaru a week or so later.
I started writing this fanfic for an outlet, and it escalated. I wrote this because I was bored and lonely, and tired of living life alone with my parents and oldest of two brothers. My oldest brother, sadly, hates my obsession with Orochimaru, calling it "borderline insanity" and "unhealthy". True as both may be, I still love the both of them. My other brother still has no idea since he's been gone for two years almost.
But, I love my life and wouldn't change anything. I've updated this chapter, since a few of my kind readers have pointed out the flaws in what it had been before. Yes, that is truly why I wear glasses, and I gave that to her for that reason just because I can.
Don't worry about the summoning part, it becomes a major part in the sequel to this, and I know the whole thing is completely overrated, but I give it an interesting twist in the sequel, Caduceus.
