Insomnia

Chapter 1

And Thus It Began (Again)

My name is Itami Alice Duncan and I am sixteen years old. I currently live in the suburbs of Rosehallow, a medium sized city that it located in upstate New York. I have always been an interesting person, rude and sarcastic with a violent side that comes from my dad. Things that happen around me aren't normal and they never have been, but the story I'm going to tell you revolves around what happened to me during my sixteenth year of living.

It was an average fall day when it began. I had been in a school fight where I broke a kid's nose and I was suspended from school for a week and a half, this being my second day locked in my room. My bedroom was the attic and my door was the pull down ladder. My room had a bookshelf, my bed was against a wall with a small window above it. Under the other window sat my desk that was cluttered with various papers and books. A few knives were scattered across my room and a pair of brass knuckles were perched on the bookshelf. I was a weapon collector you see, I had a fixation that my friend's remarked as being caused by my sadistic nature.

I wasn't a sadist despite the fact I got into more fights than I could remember and I had an assortment of every weapon I could get my hands on. Perhaps I was a masochist, but more on that later.

"Itami!" my mom called for me and I ignored the call in favor of sitting on my bed curled up with my laptop. She wasn't deterred by my lack of a response and she pulled down the ladder to peer up into the attic at me, "Get dressed."

"I'm not naked." I replied automatically.

My mom sighed, "You know what I mean. We're driving to your grandmother's and she wants you to visit since she hasn't seen you since Easter."

I pulled my earbuds out and closed my laptop from it's beautiful picture of a Naruto episode full screen and halfway finished. I slowly got up and mom watched as I dragged my feet in my walk to my dresser. I got there and then made a show of going through various dark colored clothes that consisted of many tank tops and sweatshirts. This was where mom finally had enough of my tortoise speed, or perhaps just of me in general.

My mom climbed up into my attic and tossed a pair of clothes at me that she had brought with her, "I thought ahead and bought these for you." She had to return downstairs, saying she had matching shoes, but I was already staring at the clothes in disgust. You see my normal attire was black combat boots, jeans that were ripped to hell, and a sweatshirt over a tank top. This was a flowy white halter top with short fluffy sleeves and a somewhat dipping neckline. The top would reach just below my bellybutton and while I loved showing off my bellybutton piercing I couldn't wear anything that had short sleeves. The bottom of the outfit was a pink patterned skirt with white accents and when my mother returned she had a pair of simple white wedged sandals.

"How about no." I told her dryly and my mother's almond eyes narrowed at me.

"You should show your grandmother how grown up you are, she wasn't pleased with your show at Easter." That was coupled with a nasty glare from my mother. I made my way into the half finished bathroom and nearly clobbered my head on the door on my way in (I had my father's height. My mother was near my chest with her height, silly short woman).

After changing I walked out and my mother's next request came, "Take out your piercings and meet us at the car."

I made faces at her back until she was gone and then proceeded with the tedious process of pulling piercings out. You see I was a rebellious person and to couple with my attitude I had the face to match. A labret situated under my lip and a hoop decorated my nose. I had a hoop and stud on one eyebrow and a hoop on the other. My tongue was pierced and my ears were covered. My cartilage had hoops going down it while my lobe had three snug studs. I hadn't had a chance to put a bar in yet but someday I would. Similarly I was planning to shove a needle through my lip.

By the time I was done I scowled at myself in the mirror. I suppose I should tell you what I look like, yes? I was pale, a ridiculous pale that you knew was from the fact I didn't leave the house unless forced to. My brother Jack, Jackson Akira Duncan, was a shade darker than me because he actually went into the sun. My brother Chris, Christopher Akio Duncan, was tanner than both me and Jack combined. He had my mother's skin. Chris and Jack were three years older than me and fraternal twins. Chris was tan with the deep dark brown eyes of my mother and my father's brunette hair while Jack was paler with my dad's icy blue eyes but our mother's black hair. My mother was Japanese and all of us, sans my dad, were fluent in the language. None of us inherited the facial structure from her but my eye's were a bit narrower than Chris and Jack's. My eyes were cursed with heterochromia, one eye was either my dad's or perhaps my grandpa's because it was blue-gray and my other eye was a light green that I inherited from my grandma on my dad's side. My hair was black, but another genetic oddity that actually makes not the slightest bit of sense was the fact that the tips of my hair were red. Not dyed and not the ginger color that everyone refers to as red.

Fucking crayola named crimson red.

Now that you have a general physical outlook on my family we can continue to where I stepped into my dad's car. It was an old piece of junk but it worked much better than Jack and Chris's piece of shit that had the bumper nearly off and so many dents and scratches that it looked like it belonged in a scrap yard. I was squeezed into the back next to Jack who was in the middle and Chris had the other window seat.

With a quick look to my dad I knew we were in for a ride. His eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot and his temper was already steaming. My relationship with my dad was... not there. Another thing about my life that was odd was my father's hatred of me. I was a devil child, a freak of nature to him. I had scars from him getting drunk enough to actually hurt me but not many. I had more scars from something else.

"Why are you wearing that ratty sweatshirt?" my mother demanded of me when she looked at me through the car's mirror, "Take it off."

Thanks mom. And with only a single snarky comment I removed the safety blanket from my body and Jack and Chris both looked away with guilty expressions. It wasn't like they were unnoticeable, rather they drew attention to themselves. The lines that crossed my arms were permanent and a reminder that something was horribly wrong.

"Itami..." I looked away from my brothers in favor of looking out the window. We began the drive and it was silent for the first five minutes. Then my brothers, despite the obvious hangover our dad was having, opened their mouths. They began with discussing Jack's longtime crush, my friend Violet who was a year older than me and worked at the bookstore across from the game stop Jack worked at. Then they transitioned to people from school despite the fact they graduated the previous year.

This was where they got loud and this was where I watched as each sentence and laugh my dad gripped the steering wheel harder. I looked out the window and the car was slowly gaining speed. It wasn't until Jack let out one howling laugh that even hurt my ears that it happened.

"That idiot!" Jack howled and Chris snorted before he also joined Jack's laughter. This was the last straw and my dad turned in his seat and shouted at them.

"Can you fucking shut up!?"

And then mother dearest screamed, "Look out!" and we all looked forward to find a construction area ahead. My dad grabbed the wheel and in his hungover state the wheel slipped and suddenly our car was spinning. I don't know exactly what happened but we hit something and suddenly our car was rolling sideways and possibly going through the air. Our seat belts saved our lives but with the impact my head was flung sideways and into the window and the last thing I saw was a dark figure seemingly laughing at me. Then the darkness spread and I was either dead or unconscious.

It had been the latter as I woke up in the hospital with a splitting migraine and with the bright white and lights hurting my eyes. I was stuck there in agony for what felt like forever before a nurse came in and did a check up and informed the doctor and my family I was awake and alive again. Jack and Chris who were faring pretty great considering what I remembered from the accident hurried into the room. Both of them had neck injuries but nothing too serious and Jack had a decent sized bump on his head while Chris's wrist was broken. I had taken the brunt of the impact for them and my reward was bruised ribs, a serious concussion that had me unconscious for three days and a beautiful blossoming bruise that was taking over my temple.

"We're so glad you're awake!" Jack told me as he settled into one of the chairs by my bed.

"Yeah." I grunted, "How're mom and dad?"

"Dad's pretty much unharmed, he was saved by the airbag. He's a bit bruised and banged but nothing serious. Mom's the worst of all of us, she's out of critical condition but her airbag went off too late and she took the brunt of everything." Chris answered somberly. Of Jack and Chris, Chris was more responsible while Jack was more charismatic. Both had a sense of humor that bordered stupidity. While I am an absolute jerk and asshole I will say they are the most lovable of idiots and they have big hearts.

Now I don't want to bore you with the tales of me almost strangling someone with my IV, nearly getting another concussion, and me being smuggled out of the hospital after threatening to rip my IV out and strangle someone else. Nor do I want to bore you with the doctor lecturing me and telling me to watch out for side effects such as insomnia (Which I already had so fuck that), dizziness and the fact that the doctor told me that I just needed to rest and that I shouldn't read or stare at a computer screen too much (Fuck that too). So we're going to skip to the good part.

"I can't believe you tried to strangle the security guard." muttered Chris as he threw his keys on the dining room table. Jack snickered, remembering my fight for freedom.

"I can't believe they didn't put her in isolation." Jack replied. I rolled my eyes at him. I bid them goodnight and returned to my room to change out of the hospital gown. I plopped myself down on my bed and pulled my laptop to me.

Downstairs the door opened and slammed shut seconds later and I heard drunken yelling. With a frown on my face I put my earbuds in and picked up where I had left off in Naruto. One good thing about being half Japanese and knowing the language was fuck those subtitles. Anyway, three episodes later I was beginning to doze off and as my eyes slowly shut I lost view of the green forest and battle.

Not to worry though because what felt like a blink later my eyes were open and above me was a canopy of trees and a vast blue sky. I sat up quickly, ready to shout at my brothers for carrying me out of the house in my sleep, but lost my words when I realized I had no idea where I was. I wasn't outside my house like I assumed and there wasn't a trace of anyone around me.

"Jack?!" I yelled, "Chris!?"

No response and I stood up. I looked down at myself and found myself in pajamas that consisted of my sweatshirt, a large t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts I stole from Jack. Looking back at my environment the trees were larger than any trees I had ever seen in my life and the trunks were as wide as three refrigerators in a group. Shitty explanation, I know, but that's about the best explanation that I could possibly give.

Now, shock set in after a minute of standing and looking around and with that shock I started to breathe heavy. Worry for where I was and what happened started to fill my head and then I started to jog forward. Jogging got me nowhere as everything looked the same and the roots of the trees were gnarly and a few times I had to make a left or right because there was a root that was too tall for me to jump over without having to climb. The trees seemed to only increase in size and slowly the sky was disappearing at the tree's canopies started to take over the sky.

Then, I found a person.

Long blonde hair was what I caught out of the corner of my eye and, relief setting in my heart, I turned to call out to the woman. Then I learned two things. That wasn't a woman and he was very familiar to me. Eerily familiar even. A single blue eye met my eyes and my brain registered the fact this man was wearing a heavy black cloak (As I thought about it, it was late October why was it ungodly hot?) that had familiar red clouds that were outlined in white.

Oh my god.

I stumbled backwards and knocked into something. I prayed it was a tree but I knew it definitely wasn't a tree due to the creaking that sounded behind me. I dove forward and started into a sprint that a track team member would be proud of. This got me nowhere, my hair suddenly was caught by something and I was dragged back with my poor neck being wretched the wrong way.

"Black and red hair, blue and green eyes, she fits our target's description, un." a familiar voice said in fluent Japanese. I nearly hyperventilated but pulled my shit together for a good two minutes before I saw the second person. Well, person is a loose term. That same cloud patterned cloak covered a round hunched figure with odd hair and a dark fabric covering the bottom half of it's face.

I had to grab at my chest to try and calm myself. A gritty voice came from the round humanoid thing, "She fits the description yes, but is she Fukusei Imati?"

My head was shaken as the blonde asked, "Are you Fukusei Imati?"

"Nooo." I gasped while moving one hand to my head as my hair was pulled even more.

"How many women could look like this?" the blonde asked, "She's got to be Fukusei Imati, yeah."

"I'm really noooooot." I nearly yowled.

"Bring her anyway, we can kill her if she's useless."

The blonde grinned at this and pulled me up from the floor by my hair. He tightly tied rope around my wrists and tossed me over his shoulder with a pleased expression. I grunted when my stomach was harshly jammed into his boney shoulder and the short humanoid piped up, "Gag her."

"She's already over my shoulder, Danna."

"I don't care. Gag her." the humanoid thing growled. The blonde ignored him and started walking. Despite not being gagged I didn't scream or say anything. I kept quiet as they continued to walk in silence until they came to a clearing where the blonde tossed two small clay birds onto the ground. They grew to the size of a horse and the blonde tossed me onto one while the humanoid took the other bird. The blonde jumped up next to me.

As the birds took off into the air the blonde smiled down at me, "If you struggle and fall off I'm not saving you, un."

I knew I was in deep shit minutes later when I caught sight of the hands of the blonde. Two lines crossed each of his palms and at first glance one would assum they were scars. But then the lines opened and I saw a tongue and teeth poke out. My face no doubt paled and I looked up to catch the sky blue eyes of the blonde. The wind was pushing his hair behind him and I found an odd mechanical piece over one of his eyes and his headband held a metal plate with a line crossed through a picture.

No doubt about it.

I was somehow impossibly in the world of Naruto.

It wasn't a dream, I had felt pain.

I really was fucking in the Narutoverse.

Shit man, the doctor could have warned me about this side effect.

AN

I SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS. I don't have the time for this. But, Insomnia was my first baby. Itami was my first baby who was a Mary Sue. It's time to evolve Itami and Insomnia into real goodness.

Basically this is Insomnia rewritten however now I am going to make actual sense. Woo! This is going to be updated RANDOMLY and it will not be following Insomnia 100 percent. The story is basically the same however a few moments made zero sense and this is going to fix all that. My goal is to take the cliche mashup of OOCness and Mary Sueness that was Insomnia and make it come alive again. This is Insomnia:Reborn. No but it's keeping the name Insomnia and shit and the old one will not be taken down since I don't have the old documents for it anymore and I'd miss it.

Enjoy this trip if you are new to Insomnia and for those who are coming back, enjoy the new moments and have the nostalgia I am experiencing.