A/N: Ok, so this fanfiction is pretty much entirely based off a dream I had so I'm sorry if it's kind of stupid!
So first, to avoid any confusion, the setting is kind of like one part of the world is modern day (i.e. Modern day cities) and the other part is more rural and ancient, less known because it's kept hidden and secret (i.e. ninjas! Akatsuki hideout. Naruto.) and for some reason in my dream, my high school has dorm rooms.
Also. This is a mix of real life, Naruto and Slenderman.
Constructive criticism is welcomed but please keep these in mind before hand:
- This is based off a dream. It will not be following the story line of the anime like most fanfiction (although I will try to as best as I can)
- I really don't care if my character is kind of Marry-Sue-ish. It's based off a dream that I was in, so even though I will try to lessen the marry-sueness, it will not be perfect and will definitely be kinda cheesy.
- I'm kind of just writing off the top of my head (B.S'ing it pretty much)
Edit: Took out all the angst! Yay!
Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
Chapter One: One thought leads to a web
"Bye Madi!" I yelled waving as my friend got into her car to drive home. I, on the other hand, lived in the high school dorm rooms so I turned and began my routine walk to the other side of the school where the dorms were.
As I walked I contemplated random, meaningless, trivial things as I always did when the day was nearly over. When I reached my dorm room and opened the door, my mind had wandered to the concept of friends. Looking in at the two beds on either side of the room, I thought about the loneliness one might feel in such a large room without a roommate.
'Well,' I thought silently. 'I don't have a roommate. But I don't feel too lonely.' A lie. A truth. Neither. I plopped down on my bed after tossing my school work aside onto the floor. I'd deal with that meaningless stuff later. It was all just busy work anyways. Resting my head on the pillow I thought more deeply.
'Do I really not feel lonely? Or am I just so lonely I don't feel anything? Or are my other sides absorbing these feelings, leaving me numb and emotionless?'
The last question sent my thoughts into my past. Ever since I could remember I'd had multiple personalities, but I have no idea what could have caused them. I've heard of troubled children developing them to cope with pain but I'd never really had too many problems as a kid; at least, none that a normal kid wouldn't have. The usual few bullies, fights with friends, little things like that. Although, I was never really any good at socializing with other kids. Girls my age were interested in dolls and dress up while I was a bit more of a tomboy. I enjoyed being outside all the time, climbing trees and rolling down grassy hills, getting muddy and that sort of junk. Unfortunately, being a girl and liking those things made most boys that age think I was weird and they kept their distance. I never got too lonely though because I'd have conversations with my personalities. It made my parents quite worried for a while but they brushed them off as imaginary friends I'd created.
I sighed as I thought about home and looked around my empty room. My parents figured that I'd get a better education at this school and sent me here even though it was so far away from home. I didn't have many friends here though, and the ones I did have lived nearby so they didn't stay in the dorms. I honestly would prefer to be closer to home but it wasn't too lonely here. I had two roommates. Sort of.
"You think too much."
'Livia.' She was one of my split personalities. Always trying to take control of my body so that she could be free to do as she pleased. She was a very tenacious spirit and she was often the source of all the fights I'd get into as a kid. I always wound up beating the other kid up pretty bad but it resulted in some pretty bad punishments for myself so I tried to keep her in check as best as I could. She and Tamara, the other voice within my head, were nearly complete opposites in personality and thoughts. All but one that is; Trust no one completely and never get too attached, and I grew up by that rule because of them. Sometimes I would stray and trust someone but it would always blow up in my face, and Livia would rub it in until I started listening to her again.
"Shut up Livia." I said aloud, knowing no one would hear. I looked up to see the sun had almost disappeared and decided it was time to get up and get the days chores over with. I grabbed my school work and sat in the corner for an hour, fussing over it until I just decided it wasn't important enough to really give any real effort into completing. Throwing it aside once again, I got up and showered. Next to sleep, showering was my favorite thing to do. It cleared my head and for a small period of time, I'm truly able to just relax and enjoy the warmth of the water against my usually freezing skin.
I finished showering and stepped out, grabbing my towel and drying my hair. I looked into the fogged up mirror briefly and let my mind wander again as my eyes scanned lazily over my face and hair. Short blond hair, dyed black underneath, unimpressive green eyes. Nothing really special stood out about me. I was just an average looking high school girl. It didn't bother me though, I actually preferred not to stand out.
'I don't need any attention.' I threw my towel over a rack to dry. 'I can handle all my issues on my own.' Another lie. Another truth.
CLANK
'What was that?' I wondered and quickly got dressed. I opened the bathroom door and looked around the room. 'Everything seems like it's in place…' I walked over to the window and looked around but it was too dark to really see. I shrugged the noise off as just a stray animal running around and went back to the mirror to brush my hair.
Soon my thoughts wandered back to my other personality.
'Tamara.' She was, what I believe to be, the source of my slightly anti-social behavior. She was very quiet and seemed shy but I could tell she wasn't weak. She just preferred things to be quiet and calm. She never tried to control my body like Livia. She was cool and collective, and very contemplative and cautious; Almost the opposite of Livia's impulsive nature. Sometimes their clashing personalities made my own feelings about a matter confusing and conflicting; especially when it came to the reason why I couldn't remember anything before the age of six. I know most people have a hard time remembering when they were very young but most could recall some moments that were clear. My memories however just started at six. I always wondered why…
"Quit with the over-complicated thinking already." Livia interrupted my thoughts. "Jeez, you're going to give me a migraine."
After picking up my textbooks and setting them near my backpack, I went to my bed and wrapped the covers around myself as tightly as possible to keep warm through the night. My eyes began to close as I said,
"Shut up Livia…"
The last thing I remember before drifting off was seeing a small, pale spider crawl up onto the night stand next to my bed.
'How pretty.' I had thought to myself, already beginning to dream.
A/N: Sorry the first chapter is sort of short and uninteresting, but it's just supposed to be a sort of Introductory chapter ^-^;
(I always put notes on the top and the bottom)