So here I posted the first (rewritten) chapter of My Life, A Weird One… god… I already miss the older version, but it pissed me off a bit too much so I just had to rewrite it. :D

I give credit to EtherealGrace for coining the title for me, since I was just too lazy…..

So I do hope you enjoy this first chapter. You gotta review and give me feedback for how well it's done… or how not well it's done… either one will do.

Now enjoy the chapter~ :D

~SiP

Chapter 1: The Damn Book!

I broke a stray twig in annoyance, my eye twitching. "Just how did I get here again exactly?"

Making my way through the bushes, I found myself in a huge clearing. I sighed as I ran a pale hand through my, now gray perm of, hair. I made my way to the tree on the other end of the clearing, with my apple and book. The past twelve hours coming back to me. "That's right, I was escaping from the Akatsuki."

Twelve hours earlier...

I packed up my bags and headed for the library across the street.

Or at least tried to.

Two of the most buffest guys in school were standing in the way. And with my petite size and frame, I doubt I can push through by force. So I spoke up, something that I don't do often. "Excuse me."

They didn't seem to hear me, and carried on with their chatting. Laughing like the bunch of rowdy kids they were. I sighed and made another attempt on talking to them. "Ehm. Excuse me."

I was still ignored.

My frustration level just seemed to keep rising. I placed my hand on one of their arms, and was ignored. So I dug my nails into their bare skin. This time I managed to get a reaction out of them. "Ow! What the hell did you do that for?"

I smiled sweetly. "Oh did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I was only trying to get through your flabby arms. So if you excuse me, I need to be on my merry way."

With that I dramatically left the scene, hearing them mutter under their breaths.

"She's so weird!"

"You don't even know if she is standing right next to you!"

"She's a loner, nobody knows her name!"

I sighed once more, running a pale hand through my dark chestnut hair. It wouldn't be long until they move on to another topic, completely forgetting my existence once more.

Nobody remembered.

They didn't even remember if we had a chat or not. It's as if their memories were being erased after I spoke to them.

Man. That's a tough life to live... But on the bright side, being this translucent has its pros. In fact there was a time when I accidentally went to the boys bathroom and caught some group, smoking crack. I recognized them as the kids in my class who sit at the back of the classroom. I immediately turned around and headed straight to the office, reporting the group and scaring the Principle out of his wits. The next day, they didn't come to school.

Or ever.

Sighing again, I made my way across the street. I was somehow visible in the outside world. And before you ask, no I don't know how.

Anyway, getting back to the present... I reached the library in one piece and relaxed when the familiar smell of books washed over my senses. This was the only place I could happily live and be content. After all, I am a straight A student.

On the side note, the popular belief of those perfect students being bored is actually quite true. I often find myself drooling on my notes when I am in class listening to the most boring lecture of my life. Which, by the way, is practically everything. It's by luck that I can catch up on work that I had missed during my 'blackouts' as I'd like to call it.

I picked out a table at the back end of the library, and spread my homework out on the wooden surface. Looking every piece over, I made my decision to start with the easiest ones first. That way I could get them over and done with.

Ten minutes after I had started, I finished everything. I wasn't flaunting about being a perfect student for no reason. It's true. However, I had the extra twenty minutes to spend however I wanted. Which, in my opinion, was a total waste of my time. So I started my usual rounds, of going around the library after I packed up. This was mainly for me picking up any interesting books.

I soon found myself in the Fiction aisle muttering under my breath. "So far nothing worth interesting to look over... Have I read that one? ... Yeah I have. Yup, nothing new."

Mumbling the titles that I have read, I didn't seem to notice what was at my feet. Not until I stumbled on it.

Literally stumbling on it.

"Eep!" My heart jumped at my imbalance, but I fixed it quickly. It was still hammering in my chest, so I took a few quick breaths, calming it down. "What the heck?"

Looking back down on where I had stumbled, I gaped. My shock quickly turned into a frustrated look. "Really? Why is there a book on the floor?! Don't they have usual clean ups?"

My rants didn't seem to end; it just got quieter in volume. I went over to pick up the book and looked it over. I might as well place it back from where it came from. I glanced at the binding, with little to no suspicion. "It must be a lost archive."

The book itself was heavy enough for it to be carried by two hands. "A really heavy archive..."

I looked the book over, my interest piqued with the discovery at hand. Aside from the title, which suspiciously looked like real gold lettering, there was not a single mark on it to indicate it belonged to the library. Or anyone for that matter. I sighed, my tiredness already catching up on me. "Well it's best to get over it, might as well just look for the copyright page."

With the thought in mind, I opened the book to the said page.

Or what I thought was the said page.

Where there was supposed to be a bunch of tiny printed letters, I found none. The blank page stared right back at me. Not that it had any eyes... "Great, just great. There is no author. No copyright. No barcode. No 'This book belongs to so and so'. No nothing."

I flipped the pages, and for an archive it was all brand new. Not a single yellow tinge touched the edges. As if it had been newly created. I shook my head. Archives were hundreds, if not thousands, of years old. They wouldn't make a new archive when we have the Internet nowadays. Heck, nobody even cracked open a book to read as a pastime! Everything was on the Web. It was like if you were sick, or unwell, you would go on the Web to fix it. If you needed an essay topic, you'd go on the Web to find it. For learning new things? On the Web. The world news? On the Web. Talking and chatting with friends and family? On the Web. It was like nothing wasn't on the Web.

I huffed, my frustration kept rising to no end. All of the pages that I've flipped through had nothing on them either! All blank pages being turned, it was starting to give me a headache. I shut the book, growing even more tired. "What's the point in looking in it? There's nothing to look at anyway! I'll talk to the clerk..."

Heaving the book up, I made my way to the front desk. The woman who sat there was friendly looking, and was my mom's friend. So I didn't have to worry about being ignored by her. I quickened my pace and called out to her, a smile on my face. "Mika!"

The brunette looked up and smiled when she saw me. Her brown bun bounced with the movement. "Oh hey, Kuro-chan! How are you today?"

I pouted at the honorific. This was America, so I don't see why she puts up with the honorifics! Apparently she's been calling me that ever since I had met her.

Oh...

That's right, my mom must have been the culprit behind all this. "I told you not to call me that, Mika!"

"I can't help it!" She smiled, more like grinned, mischievously. "You're adorable, so I must call you Kuro-chan!"

Her reasons were beyond belief. "But I'm not a child anymore! Plus we're in America!"

"So?"

"I don't see Americans using honorifics!"

"That's why we need to take up the Japanese culture!" Did I mention that Mika was a big fan of Japan and it's culture? Well, now you know.

"Whatever." I brushed it off like the usual, and got straight to business. "Anyway, I need your help Mika."

"Oh it's always business with you." Mika grumbled, whining to herself. "What happened to the cute and adorable Kuro-chan who wanted to play house!?"

I rolled my eyes, and continued, placing the book I found onto the counter. "I found this book on the floor-"

"My cute Kuro-chan! Oh where is she?" Mika kept rambling.

"Mika!" I snapped, my tiredness was getting the better of me. Feeling guilty, I apologized. "Sorry I snapped at you, but could you please help me? Please?"

Mika sighed and nodded. "So what do you need help with dear?"

"I found this book on the ground, in the Fiction aisle, and I don't know what to do with it." I stated seriously.

"You could've put it back on the shelf." She answered, looking at the book.

"That's what I tried to do, Mika. But it seems this one is empty." I continued my explanation. "There is no author, no copyright, no names. It's all blank."

Mika was now looking curiously at the book in question. She opened it up and flipped through it. Her brown eyes widened. "You're right. It's completely empty."

"So that brings us back to our first problem: what do we do with it?" I asked.

"Well, I don't think we would need this type of book. After all, if it doesn't have anything written in it then it's quite useless..." Mika had a thoughtful expression on her face. "So how about you take it?"

I stared at her. "You're telling me that I can take it home, and that you don't need this?"

"That is what I said."

"But isn't this an archive?" I protested.

Mika laughed. "Archives are transferred into folders, Kuro-chan, we don't carry them in book-forms anymore. So that's clearly not an archive."

"Are you still sure that you won't need it?" I asked again. Although this time I felt a nagging feeling in the back of my head. As it was seemingly saying that I should take the book home with me. But I stood my grounds and waited until I got a solid confirmation. "What if you need this book in the near future?"

"Nah, I don't remember any type of 'Look out for this book' sign."

"You sound awfully confident."

"I'm hurt Kuro-chan!" Mika feigned hurt, clutching her hand on her heart.

I only shook my head. "So you're really sure that you won't need this book?"

"That's what I've been telling you for the past ten minutes, haven't I?" Mika cried out exasperatedly, throwing her hands out in front of her. She picked up the book and shoved it into my hands forcefully that I nearly stumbled backwards. "Now take this and consider it as a gift from the library! Kay, Kuro-chan?"

"Hai, obaa-san." I droned sarcastically.

Mika, however, reacted violently. "I'm only 25!"

I was out of the library and on my way home, before I could hear anymore of her rants. I muttered to myself as I went. "I really will have white hair in my early twenties... Geez, at times like this, I just wish I could escape into a story... a manga would sound nice, they seem to have more fun than reality."

My favorite characters materialized in my mind and I smiled. Naruto was getting quite interesting, and sometimes I got real emotional.

Sometimes.

My favorite blonde character and his growing amount of friends, I loved them all. They were, in every way, funny, loyal, independent, drama queens, drama kings, amazing, breath taking, and tear jerking. I giggled softly. It would be hilarious if I were to be put in Naruto's plot line.

I felt my smile falter.

That was only wishful thinking. There was no such thing as a portal in this world. And I wasn't even going to try to get myself killed just to be reincarnated in my favorite world. Although I would often wish it would happen like it did in all those fanfictions that I've read. KHR seemed to have a lot if those...

And I doubt a trip to Japan would miraculously change to some sort of accident, and I'll be in a trip to the Naruto verse. I sighed, reaching my doorstep. "This is giving me a headache... I suppose I'll eat something... mmm... an apple will have to do."

I made my way upstairs to my room, after shutting the door behind me, and dropped my possessions onto the ground unceremoniously. Changing into a black t-shirt covered with a grey GAP hoodie, I pulled on some black sweatpants not bothering to take off my socks. I then made my way towards the doorway, only to stop and glance at the book lying underneath my bag. My stomach growled, leaving me with two choices.

One, go eat that very appealing apple downstairs in the kitchen, sitting oh so innocently on the table. Or two, push my hunger off for a bit and look through the book that was practically begging me to open it up.

I stood there at the doorway, contemplating my decisions for a full torturous five minutes. My stomach growling wasn't helping at all.

I finally chose the latter of the two.

Sighing at the millionth growl my stomach had made, I made my way over to the book. Well it wouldn't hurt to just look through it. Besides, my apple would stay in place. No one's gonna break into my house just to steal an apple. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm trying to convince myself..."

I pulled the book out and flipped through its pages. They still seemed to be blank. I grumbled. "A total waste of my time."

Despite my thought, I still flipped through the pages, only giving up when I got halfway through. Ruffling my hair, I frowned. "I just don't get it... how can it stay blank, and not get a single penmark when it's already binded?"

Marking my page with a finger, I turned to the front. Examining the cover a bit more. The gold, I was still having doubts on it, lettering were decorative despite being so simple. It stood out on the dark maroon color of the cover. The letters shaped themselves into the words: DREAMS DO COME TRUE.

I snorted softly, it just sounded too cheesy. Like how it was related to Disneyland's motto. It was freakishly similar. "Someone had the most uncreative imagination to think up of that kind of title."

Looking at it some more, it really wouldn't stand out too much. The book, all in all, was a simple classic that you would find during the Middle Ages. But other than the designs of the title and binding, it was simple and there was still no sign of any marking to indicate it belonged to someone. I returned to flipping through the blank pages.

Reaching the last page, I stared at it in disbelief. For there on the supposed-to-be blank page, was the first black ink I'd seen in the book since bringing it home. Or looking at it for that matter.

It wasn't that long, nor was it the beginning of a story... It was merely a simple stanza. I skimmed through it again and again, trying to make sense of this trickery. But the more I looked at it, the less I found of trickery. I straightened my aching back and huffed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "It's real alright..."

Returning to the stanza, I skimmed it once more before I had an urge to say it out loud.

"I see the world,
In different dimensions; not knowing
How small things change."

I waited with bated breath, as my veins were thrumming with adrenaline that had accumulated within those hour-long seconds.

When nothing seemed to happen, I sighed shutting the book with disappointment. I shook my head, my lips forming a wry smile. "What was I expecting anyway? A portal to the Netherworlds? Now I bet that apple is worth eating now..."

Getting up, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, shutting the door behind me. Scavenging the whole room of the object of my hunger. "I swear there was an apple on the table! Where did it go?"

A loud thump from the floor above me, made me pause in my mini scavenger hunt. I stilled so I could hear for more unnatural noises, but to my disappointment there weren't any other sounds out of the ordinary. I soon got back to my scavenging. "Tch. I'm starting to hear noises."

"YES! I found my apple!" I shouted proudly, holding the said object above my head. A scramble of feet and a crash brought my attention back to ground zero. Staring up at the floor above me, I heard more crashes before everything went quiet once more. I frowned. "Now... that I heard... Did someone break in?... No that's impossible. It's the second floor we're talking about here! Argh... I better check it out."

Heading upstairs, I cautiously made my way to my room. The familiar door was now foreign to me. For pete's sake! It had green light illuminating from the sides of the shut door!

I slowed my pace even more. The adrenaline coming back into my veins.

That's when the floorboards decided to give me away, creaking with agony.

"Gah! Stupid floor!" I cursed. My ears then picked up on scrambling in the other room.

My room to be exact.

Shouts came afterwords. "Someone's coming! Quickly, go hide!"

Some more scrambling was heard, and I conveniently chose that moment to barge into my room. I was counting my lucky stars that my precious manga collection was behind lock and key.

If anyone were to touch it without my permission, they would have been buried six feet underground.

And I am serious.

I was ready to kill if it came down to burglary. My mom was open minded about it, so she didn't seem to have a problem about it. My dad was rarely seen due to his work, so I wouldn't know about his opinion. But mom says that he'd agree on it as well. But the only condition that they both agreed on would be self-defense...

Shaking my head, I focused on my room. Opening it slowly to see what was on the other side. What I saw rendered me speechless.

In the middle of my room, floating there was a portal. Illuminating green in all its glory. I scanned my thrashed room, until it dropped onto the book I had just brought in. I quickly made my way over to the sprawled book, examining it. "Thank god it's not too damaged..."

I settled myself to contently switching my attention from the book to the portal, all the while listening in on my surroundings. "Just where could this portal lead to..."

Still in thought, I barely heard the creeping from behind. It wasn't until I felt goosebumps going off constantly, that I instinctively turned around and punched the culprit in the gut. Apple still in hand.

I then made a quick scape, grabbing the book and jumping into the portal.

Like I said, it was pure instinct.

Before I was completely consumed by the green light, I caught sight of a red cloud.

The unmistakable sign of the Akatsuki.

Mere seconds later I was on the other side, falling. Face first...

I picked myself up, my head throbbing. I had finally exploded. "WHAT THE HELL!? I JUST HAD TO FALL OUT OF THE FREAKING SKY!? NOT TO FUCKING MENTION THAT THE AKATSUKI ARE AFTER MY HEAD!"

Clicking my tongue, I took a deep breath before letting it out. Somewhat calm, I thought about what to do next. "Well then, since I seemingly dropped out of the sky, then I might as well hurry up and use this time to make my little escapade."

I headed off to the forest area, with both book and apple in hand. Somehow managing to scramble up the closest tree, laying in wait for my perpetrators to appear. So I took this time to examine myself, staring down at my hand. "Well nothing's changed at all... Though... why are my clothes bigger than usual...?"

Before I could examine further, I was interrupted by yells coming from where the portal was atop of. The damn thing was now gone, leaving blue sky in its wake. I scowled, but soon turned my attention to the three cloaked figures.

Upon recognizing them, I was immediately setting into shock.

Why?

Well I did say that the red cloud symbol I saw was the sign of the infamous Akatsuki, but for it to actually be true was a whole different story...

Kisame was laughing at the face Deidara had made, who was currently supporting a fuming Sasori. The sight nearly made me laugh, but I kept quiet, choosing to listen on what they were saying.

"That damn bitch punched fucking hard!" Sasori growled, his free hand clutching onto his stomach. His face giving away that he was in excruciating pain.

"I thought you couldn't feel pain, un." Deidara retorted, shifting the red head's weight. "And you should lose some pounds, un! You're heavy as the boulder at our hideout!"

"When I'm done healing, I'll beat the crap out of you, Deidara!" The said red head yelled in the blonde's ear, making the latter cringe at the volume.

"Aha~ well let's call it a day." Kisame spoke up, putting an end to the former two's arguments. "Besides, we need to report to Pein."

"What!?" Sasori yelled out. "I say we stay a while longer and find that bitch! I want to tear her from limb to limb! That'll teach her for causing me pain!"

"Aw~ but I want to go home~ un!" Deidara whined, shifting the weight on his shoulder again. "Besides, you're way to heavy, Danna! And my shoulders are starting to ache, un!"

"That's it!" Sasori yelled again, and tried stomping on the blonde's feet. Failing miserably.

"If you make me fall, I won't catch you! Un!"

"Shut up and stay still!"

Kisame sighed. "We should really head back."

Sasori glared at the blue man. "No! Not until we find that bitch!"

"Well where do you think she went?"

"How the hell should I know!?"

"All the more we should go home, un!"

"But she punched so fucking hard!" The red head resorted to whining.

I blinked from where I was situated on the tree. "That's impossible right? Sasori, the master puppeteer, whining?"

"You're becoming way too heavy for me to carry you, un!" Deidara scrunched up his nose. And without warning he dropped the red head.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

The blonde shrugged in response. "I did say I was going to drop you."

"YOU FUCKING SAID I WAS HEAVY! NOT THAT YOU WERE GOING TO DROP ME!" Sasori was literally screaming his head off.

I couldn't help myself, I laughed.

I laughed so hard that I fell out of the tree. The book hitting my head, and the apple following its example afterwards. And yet I couldn't stop laughing. Not until someone spoke up.

"And what are you doing out here, kid?"

I looked up to be met with the blue fish of the red cloud. As I'd like to call it.

He was looking down at me with slight amusement, though there was a good amount of suspicion in his eyes. I blinked, looked around and returned back to staring at Kisame. I then pointed to myself and asked stupidly. "You talking to me, Mister?"

"Who else would I be talking to, kid?" He grinned, flashing his sharp teeth.

I then just noticed that I was on the ground. Slow much? Yeah, for a straight A student I was slow on catching up on things. This is social wise we're talking about. "Oh..."

A moment of silence passed with the two of us staring each other down. All the while, my brain was on adrenaline, thinking of why they didn't just chase me when I fell out of the tree... "I'm sorry, could you repeat the question again, Mister?"

"What are you doing out here, kid?"

"Ummm... reading?"

"Reading what?"

"About a fantasy world where elves and trolls are at war, and they are fighting over a prized amulet that would give them eternal power... Yeah, that's about it." I nodded at my own statement. I couldn't afford to mess up here. I wanted to explore some more, and to do that I needed to survive this conversation.

"That's some amazing story, kid." He whistled. Placing his hands on his hips. "Well then, I'm supposing you were laughing at a hilarious part?"

I nodded, smiling. Trying to act innocent. "Yup."

"Then I won't bother you," I relaxed slightly, but was stiff with what came next. "But I have a question for you, kid."

Oh the possibilities of what could be asked... "What do you want to know, Mister?"

"Have you seen a teenage girl, around fifteen, running by you? She has a head full of chestnut locks and is almost as pale as you."

I put on my best façade on looking guilty. Hanging my head in shame. "Sorry Mister, I was too engrossed in my book to pay attention to my surroundings."

Kisame just shrugged, patting my head affectionately. Wow... he was quite caring... "It's alright kid, thanks for your help anyway."

I took that as my cue to get up, apologize once more, grab my things and leave for the forest. Getting deeper into the many trees, I started to run.

I didn't stop until my lungs were practically screaming in agony. Breathing heavily, I gasped for air that I oh so desperately needed. "Looks like my stamina hasn't changed one bit..."

I laid down on my back, gazing at the sky through the huge trees. Was I really in the world of Naruto?

Yeah, there was no doubt about it...

It would be kind of stupid if you had double the Akatsuki going around.

Besides, they looked way too real to be fakes...

And it was just way too amusing watching Sasori whine. "Ahaha~"

I brought my hand to cover my face, only to be smacked with my apple. I stared at the object, before erupting in snickers. "Well, looks like you came along as well. I'll just have to save you for later, survival is top notch here."

Sighing, I placed my hand down letting the apple roll towards the book, my whole day coming back to me. "I've really been sighing a lot, haven't I?"

Sitting up with a heave, I ran a hand through my hair.

To say I was shocked to find my hair real short was the understatement of the year.

I was rendered speechless. "What?! My hair! It's all gone!"

Ruffling of what seemed to be the remainder of my hair, I began my nonsensical panicking. That is until I actually pulled a few strands of it. "Ouch! What th— Oh... I pulled my hair..."

Eternity seemed to pass until I focused on the color of my hair. "Why on Earth is my hair gray!? That's just not possible! I'm a very healthy child, my hair should not be gray, and it should be chestnut brown!"

I childishly crossed my arms across my chest, pouting. Only to be hit with the fact that my chest felt empty. Dread seeped into my stomach as I patted where my bust should've been. "I know I don't have the biggest bust... but for it to be completely gone..."

Gathering up courage, I peeked at my chest under my shirt.

Then I peeked in my pants.

I was then situated in my little corner of woe. Wallowing in my self-pity. "To think I've really changed into a guy..."

"But then again, I wouldn't be needing this anymore." I got up, fully recovered, and threw my unstrapped bra in the bushes. "It feels so good to have a bare chest!"

I then resumed my walk, grabbing my book and apple. "Time to hit the road!"

~o~

That's how I ended up in this very clearing.

The change in appearance pissed me off to some degree, but I wasn't the kind of person to reminisce about it for too long...

"Oh well, there are more important matters at hand..." I looked around the clearing again, a gradual smirk made it on my face. "After all, I am in the world of Naruto."

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~SiP