The Olympic Dream Team Meets Naruto
Okay, I don't expect you to understand what the Olympic Dream Team is so I'll explain it. The ODT is a special martial arts team that is (yes, is because it actually exists) training for the Olympics these coming years 2008 in China. If your wondering how I know this, it's because I'm a part of it and I'm only 14 years old. The characters in here have their real names, except for me. I'll be using my character Sasha Tsumane as me instead. Hope you enjoy!
"Take this!" I heard him shout as he landed a roundhouse kick right in my face. I took a few steps back and rubbed my sore cheek. I looked straight at my opponent, who was grinning like the immature idiot he was.
"What the hell is your problem, Charlie?!" I shouted back as hard as I could while still rubbing my face soothingly.
He looked at me and responded, "Hey take it easy. It's not my fault you suddenly spaced out on me. Remember, never space out while you're fighting your opponent in a sparring match!"
I was beginning to get angry, but cooled down a bit. There was no use in trying to fight with him, as he could already kick my ass as long as my mind was clouded. Charles Lawson, age 14, blood type unknown to me, second-degree black belt with a colored stripe on it…just looking at his belt made me feel better inside, because I'm a higher belt than him and the absolute best in our studio of Seoul Tae Kwon Do.
Sasha Tsumane, age 14, blood type A+, almost a third-degree black belt with two brown stripes…that is who I am. My friend and rival, Charlie Lawson, and I always ask our teacher to pair us up on Saturday Dream Team sparring, and yet, he always walked away the winner; I normally walked away with fresh bruises and a shattered heart.
"Hey, Sasha, are we going to just stand here or continue sparring? Personally, I just want to finish this match," I heard my rival say.
"Yeah, whatever," I said as I got into my sparring stance, "Just don't go crying to your dad when I give you a waterfall of a nosebleed!"
After a few minutes of intense sparring, Charlie and I collapsed out of exhaustion. He was sporting a purple mark on either side of his hip (he told me out loud) because I popped the blood vessels while kicking him, while I couldn't stop my legs from shaking from the hard blow he landed in my thighs. We just sat there staring at each other with anger and pain, not even paying attention to the time. I suddenly heard a cheer from behind me.
"Hi, Sasha!! Good morning, early bird!" I felt myself leap up in surprise, but collapsed again from my shaky legs. I turned to find two more people in the studio with us, both wearing the same Olympic Dream Team uniform; one was tall with bulky muscles, while the other was short and annoying at that moment. It seemed that Justin Poore and Michael Cole had arrived.
Justin dropped down until he was at eye level with me and smiled, while Michael just helped me up. I blushed a little at his touch, but hid it quickly; I have a crush on him, not because of his looks (although he is handsome), but because he has such good leadership and helps me out during training. He was only a first-degree, but somehow became an Instructor before I did, while I still have the title of Teacher.
"Are you alright?" He asked me in his deep voice. I nodded and limped over to where Charlie was, helping him up. We exchanged our own words of sorry and shook hands, but I began planning a new attack for next Saturday. Justin immediately tackled me with statements about the latest episode he had seen of our favorite T.V. show, one that we always discussed, the anime of all animes…the show called "Naruto". He wasn't the only "Naruto" fan; I can perform all twelve seals, forward and back, that are used in many justu in the show (I know most of them as well and their seal order), including a few techniques of my own; I had a book of notes that I took myself about the anime, and I had posters of then characters in my room. I was even saving up my allowance to actually buy one of the real headbands worn by the shinobi of the anime.
"…And then Sasuke did a few hand seals and created this lightning ball in his hand and used it on Gaara and—!" He said in excitement, but I stopped him to name the used jutsu.
"You mean the 'Chidori'. You know Kakashi actually invented that technique himself?" Justin stared at me with awe.
"Really? He did? Can you show me the hand seals he used? I couldn't really see because Joshua's big head was in the way." Joshua was Justin's younger brother, whom we usually just called Josh. I smiled a little and then performed the Ox, Rabbit, and Monkey seals just for him. He smiled and then told me about a jutsu of his own called "Ring of Fire no Jutsu", which involved a few of the Chidori's hand seals with the Kekkai Genkai seal.
"Oh yeah," he stopped fooling around and looked at me seriously, "Did you manage to get the latest manga issue?" I stared at him for a while, but then couldn't help but break out into a grin. Justin saw my smile and cheered loudly just as I hurried over to my bag. Unfortunately, before I could show him the comic book, Charlie and Michael wandered over as well.
"What's this we hear about a new manga issue? It's not illegal, is it?" Michael glared at me while I could feel sweat starting to form (think of an anime sweatdrop). Charlie then snatched my comic right out of my hands and started to skim through the pages. I felt my rage being released and practically tackled him as though I were a football player!
"Release the comic and I promise not to kill you! Let go, Charlie!!" I shouted as I struggled to retrieve my precious treasure. Charlie just tried to push me off while reading the comic book. I felt hands on the back of my uniform and kicked against whoever it was. Soon, there was a ripping sound that made everyone freeze. Looking down, we saw my and Charlie's hands wrapped around a page of the comic that was now in shreds. Everything in the studio was silent, but not for long.
"You son of a bitch!!!" I raged as I punched Charlie's face and body over and over again. "Do you have any idea what I had to go through to get that comic?! I HAD TO PRACTICALLY BEAT UP THIRTY-FIVE PEOPLE IN A ROW FOR THAT, AND I HAVEN'T EVEN READ IT YET!!! IT WAS A BRAND NEW EDITION TOO!!"
I could think of nothing but my love for my favorite anime, now reduced to shreds, and my growing hatred for Charlie Lawson. A bright light in my left hand suddenly made me stop in the middle of a punch. I looked down to find it coming from the page I accidentally ripped from the book seconds before. It showed a very good picture of the Hidden Leaf Village, there were also small dots that represented shinobi of the village, and they seemed to be moving! The light became so bright that I had to close my eyes for a minute. When I opened them, I found that I was sitting in a dark alley all by myself.
Standing up and dusting my uniform off, I began to hear voices that were close by. Walking out of the alley, and into the streets of the unknown place, one simple look at a few things told me all I needed to know about my destination. The Hokage building was the first thing I saw, then the ramen shop that Naruto always went to, and finally, the Hokage mountain with it's four faces staring at me. I couldn't believe it myself…
Oh my god! This can't be real, it just can't be. I'm not here; I'm still in the studio beating the crap out of Charlie for ripping my book…I am not here in the Hidden Leaf Village!!