NaruSan-EraNi-AniIchi
Written by: Wydra
and Beta by: MashumelloKage
Legend:
My thoughts,
^Other peoples thoughts^
~Mindspeaking to my dragon~
^my dragon speaking to me^
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Inheritance or Animorphs or anything related or concerning them, I do own Tori and Istalri
Chapter Ichi(one):
I stand panting, blood dripping from the numerous wounds inflicted by kunai my three opponents have been throwing at me. Frantically I search my wearied head for some sort of protection spell I can use against these ninja. I've been in this stupid dimension, for what 3 hours, and already I get attacked! I think to myself furiously, not only outnumbered but also out-maneuvered because I'm not used to the quick antics of ninjas. Forced to use magic I gained from the last dimension I was in, I shout"Skolir eka fra knifar!" and feel my energy drain to execute the spell. Hopefully 'Shield me from knives." will give me enough time to come up with a plan. What?
Nothing happens and I panic as the leader of my three attackers advances on me. My magic isn't working, I've been cut to ribbons and I'm exhausted from trying to fight these idiots! I raise my sword, my torn, weary muscle shaking with the effort of lifting the heavy blade. The man slashes at me with his kunai and I barley manage to parry the blow but he steps back and brings his kunai back again faster than I can keep up. Holding the blade to my throat he smiles with the prospect of killing me. I close my eyes utterly giving up when the sound of metal on metal in front of my face makes me flinch back and stare in astonishment as the kunai the assailant was just holding is knocked out of his hand by a shurikin. The eyes of my attacker widen staring at someone behind me before he turns and flees through the trees. I sway unsteadily from blood loss and my vision begins to fade, I fall to the ground watching as two figures come from behind me and pursue the fleeing forms of my attackers. "Dono yō ni kanjite iru? Tentiki." a vaguely familiar female voice asks from behind me. I hope that means 'We're here to help you' I think as I lose consciousness.
-Flashback- 3 hours earlier
*BOOM!*
A huge implosion sends a gigantic shock wave through the area, leaving a house-size crater and a whole lot of flattened trees in it's wake. In the center of this crater I lay with my eyes open but unseeing as the after affects of using magic to traverse dimensions racks my body with intense pain. After a while the pain starts to subside and I blink looking around for the first time since arriving. Carefully sitting up I wince in pain as my entire body protests at being moved so soon. I can just see the tops of some odd looking trees above the craters lip. Standing I freeze when I look down to see my hand a funny shape and colour. "Holy crow!" I exclaim, "I've been freaking animated!"
"Great. Greatgreatgreatgreat, GREAT!" I scowl angrily feeling a vein pulse on my forehead. "How could this happen, I was supposed to back to my original dimension. Not end up in some stupid cartoon!" I mutter to no one in particular as a stalk out of the crater and into the surrounding forest. Reaching behind me I place my hand on a warm smooth stone in my backpack and reach my mind out, ~Guess wha-at?~ I call out to my bond-mate in a false, cheerful, mind-speak voice. ^You're...not home now?^ my dragon guesses hesitantly. ~No! Actually, I'm probably worse off then when I left you back in the Eragon reality. I am now in what looks like something called an anime. Basically I've been drawn and all my surroundings are illustrated! I"M IN A CARTOON!~
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^Umm... sorry?^ Istalri says knowing that for all of my outbursts of anger I'm just hiding how much it hurt to be lost... again. I feel her deductions about my current mental condition in my head and have to give her a crooked smile. ~You know, the plus side of having so much crazy stuff happen to me is that no-one could really blame me if I started acting like a completely berserk nutcase. I could just blame my behavior on my extremely tragic, disturbing and ultimately confusing past. Besides , at least everything is coloured and in 3-D here. If this were some black and white depthless manga, do you realize how boring it would be, let alone the complications of not being able to breathe and all.~ Ista just sighs at my forced mood swing, ^Why don't you concentrate your efforts on figuring out where exactly you are instead of marveling at the wonders of being a cartoon character.^ she reproves me sending an image of her rolling her eyes across our mental link. I smile inwardly and take her advice removing my hand from her Eldunarí(the warm white stone aka 'heart of hearts') immediately severing our bond. I start at the abruptness of the disconnection of our minds. Back in Alagaësia in the Eragon reality, I was almost always with my white dragon. Now, however it seemed that to even talk to her I needed to use her Eldunari. These thoughts reminded me of where I was... and that it wasn't home.
Sinking back into a depressed state I decide to brighten myself up and get a better lay of the land by flying for a bit. Concentrating on the image of an Osprey(type of bird) I feel feathers ripple beneath my skin, they become unbearably itchy just before breaking the surface. Not worrying how the morphing looks with no one around I relax into it and my body changes itself strangely. First I am a feathered human with a weird beak on a other-wise normal face, then I shrink and when I am the right size for the large bird of prey, wings sprout and the rest of the change is relatively "normal". With a great leap I take to the air struggling to lift my heavy pack with Istalri's Eldunarí and my supplies safely inside. Luckily an updraft wafts from through the trees and I am able to clear the leaves up into the open sky on a thermal. Soaring high in the air I spot a large cliff face a few miles off and what appears to be a town at it's base. Even with my heightened bird's eyes I can make out very little detail but I can see a path meandering through the trees below me heading in the direction of the town. I fly in that direction for a while, following the path below and looking for any people I could get information from.
Soon I spot three people on the path below. Coasting down I land in the bushes beside the path out of sight and demorph back into human form. Stepping onto the path ahead of them I hold up my hand in greeting, "Hi," I say, "Would you mind telling me where this path leads to? I think I'm a bit lost." I ask in a polite voice with a sugar sweet smile. The men seem startled at first but the leader recovers quickly, "Anata wa daredesu ka?" he asks in a foreign language. "Um..." I hesitate trying to read their minds but getting nothing but a jumble of strange words. The man smiles uncomfortably at my hesitation, it is only now that I notice their tattered and torn clothes and the scars on their faces. I probably should have taken a better look at them before asking for directions, these guys looked creepy!
I take a step back and immediately I find that the other two men have blocked my way and are now also smiling. I begin to feel nervous, not that I wasn't confidant I could beat these guys pretty easily, with one word I could break all their necks and they wouldn't know what hit them, unfortunately I was worried about was how my abilities would knowing how the rules of magic worked here I could end up hurting myself in casting such spell, plus I really detested hurting people. Deciding to first try and get away I morph my leg muscles into the powerful muscles of a cougar and leap ten feet into the air to a branch high up in a tree. I jump to another branch in front of me but the men are fast... really fast. Before I knew what hit me three kunai are imbedded in my legs and I am pushed out of the tree and onto the ground.
My battle reflexes kick in and I twist landing on my feet and drawing my sword, Wydra. More kunai fly at me and I pivot my sword to block as many as I can, but my movements are too slow to avoid the barrage completely and a few slip past my guard and cut my arms to ribbons, blood pouring onto the ground. The leader laughs at my futile efforts to block and avoid the stream of weapons thrown at me. Within a minute of trying to fend off my attackers I am covered in cuts and bleeding profusely. The leader holds up his hand to stop the attack and tilts his head with a smile, thinking he has the advantage, "Yoi. Shikashi, jū-funde wa nai." he says approaching kunai poised for a fatal blow. Freak! I guess I'm going to have to resort to magic.
-End flashback-
Where am I now? I ask myself waking up to a white ceiling overhead...
~AN(Authors Notes):Ok thank you for reading my first fanfic chapter ever.
BTW I hope to eventually do two prequels, the first installment of (still need a name! .) adventures in Animorphs and the second installment in Eragon. Thus the Ancient language spells, dragon and such, and morphing from Animorphs. Yes it is a weird mix but they are all series I enjoy, I started with the third installment because I felt like it and it is more fun to write because the character has more abilities.
My Pen-name is Wydra(Fate in Ancient) and my Beta's pen-name is MashumelloKage(Marshmellow Kage -.-'(BN:-Kage from Naruto! } ^.^))
And yes the character learns Japanese soon, so conversations, although technically still in Japanese, will be translated into English. ;)
BN(Beta notes):This chapter doesn't totally suck and has a cliffy! (Although I think she should have gone farther...) It still sucks a wee bit...^.^U soooo not my fault! Also, no blaming and no flaming! Hey! I rhymed! Flames are used to roast my subjects to a sweet gooey mess... (FYI: I'm the MashumelloKage of the Hidden Village of all things Sweet and Mushy! Fear my mini multi-coloured, fruit-flavored, minions of gluten! I'm waaaay off topic... so yeah, constructive criticism and lov'its only!