When Worlds Collide

Chapter 1: Awakening

Well, this is my first fanfic. The purpose of it is pretty much just to test out some ideas I had, and to see how well I can write. If you like it, leave a review! If you don't, leave a review telling me why! Enough of this, let's get on with the story!

I awoke to find myself in a blank white room. When I say blank, I mean blank. There was nothing of color around me. The only objects in the room were the white couch I was laying on, the table and lamp combo of the same color, and a slightly darker shade white door. After the initial shock died down, I looked up to see the door open. Gingerly stepping through the door, a pale skin girl walked in. She had long, wavy auburn hair that flowed down to her waist, with two locks framing a soft featured face, her skin flawless. Her nose was small and slightly hooked, her pink lips slightly pursed as she gazed at me. She wore a simple white dress that dangled loosely at her ankles. When she walked in, the mystery girl eyed me, concern flashing over her ocean blue eyes. When she saw I was awake, they immediately became focused, and her posture slipped from concerned caretaker to the head honcho of the office. Her blue eyes pierced mine, and she began to speak.

"Well, it appears you have come to us sooner than expected, Michael." She stated firmly.

As if floodgates had been opened, memories came rushing back in flashes. I was in the front seat of my friend's Nissan Altima. Next flash, we cross an intersection. My friend played it cautious, claiming to be worried here due to the blind curve at one side of the 4 Way stop. Next flash, a Toyota Tundra slams into the side of us. Flash forward a bit, I'm out of the car, hurtling to the ground in front of an approaching minivan. Next thing I know, everything is black, and there's a nasty crunch, then the sounds of screeching tires.

"Am I… dead?"

"Unfortunately, yes," the enigma said. "According to all our records, you weren't supposed to be here for another 30 years."

"So it was all a freak accident…" I spoke slowly.

"This must be very confusing for you. I guess I ought to explain things," the girl said softly, her voice soothing and melodic. "Basically, you are near the Gates of Heaven. You are in what some refer to as Purgatory. Usually, you wouldn't awake until our Creator is ready to either accept you or send you away. I'm sure you can figure out what happens if you don't get accepted. Our reports say you were a genius in your past life."

"Purgatory, past life, Heaven, you say all these things as if they're supposed to comfort me. In case you haven't noticed, I just died. Everything I was, my dreams, my friends, all of that, gone. So explaining things like you're just reading a script, which you probably are, isn't the best idea."

"What would you rather me do then, Michael?" She asked, somewhat startled by my outburst.

"Well, for starters, you haven't explained who, or even what you are. Also, cut the formal act. It doesn't suit you."

"I guess that is fair. I am called Sophie, and I am a Courtroom Angel. Basically, my role is to prepare any new arrivals for judgment, and escort said arrivals to wherever the Creator chooses."

"Well Sophie, I would introduce myself, but it appears your records already say everything about me," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you're like my guardian angel during these times."

"I wish," she laughed, her voice sounding as beautiful as a bird's morning song. "I'm still one level below the Guardian ranks."

"Ah, that makes you the guardian angel's intern. Haha!" I teased.

"Well, I'm not supposed to be one for much longer!" She claimed, blushing as red as cherries. "I was actually in line for a promotion… You were supposed to be my final arrival."

"Well, judging from how you claimed I'm here early, something has gone wrong, hasn't it?" I pointed out.

"They were right, you are observant." Sophie said, smiling slightly. "Yes, you were not supposed to be here for a while. 30 years if my memory serves me correctly."

"Well, what happens now?" I asked, concerned. "Do I get to go back to my old life? Do I just survive that fatal accident?"

"Unfortunately, no. What we didn't show you was your body after that accident. It's… not something you can come back from."

"Tell me what happened." I demanded.

"Are you sure?" That same concern from before crossing Sophie's eyes as she asked.

"Yes."

"You broke half of your ribs, cracking the other half. Your legs were twisted into a pretzel shape, all of your teeth were knocked out and somehow ended up getting embedded into your spine. To make matters worse, your neck was snapped, only hanging on by the skin." She rushed through the words, as if she was trying to rip off a band-aid.

"Well, damn." I said, repeating my favorite phrase.

After some lengthy explanations as to how my friends and family turn out, Sophie claps her hands.

"Well Michael, it's time for your judgment, follow me." She said, determined.

"Lead the way, Miss Boss Lady."

I followed Sophie through the door into a light grey hallway. The hallway was filled with what appeared to be hundreds of the same type of room we were just in. After what felt to be about five minutes, we reached a large door. The door was cream colored, and ornately decorated with gold. Two golden door handles, shaped like angel wings, protruded outwards. Looking closer, I realized the decorations were all like that. The lines of gold consisted of golden fathers and golden grapevines. When we stopped in front of the door, Sophie turned to me.

"Are you ready to literally meet your maker?"

"Are you going to keep making terrible puns?"

"Let's just get this over with." She sighed. I swear I heard her mumble something about me being the worst possible last arrival.

Sophie knocked and a loud booming voice commanded us to enter. The doors swung open, pushed by two male angels, each clad in ornate gold and silver armor, their large white wings folded against their backs. Sophie immediately walked forward, and on autopilot I followed.

The room itself looked like a Roman Amphitheater. To the left sat a large crowd of angels, sat in theater style chairs. To the right sat a giant man, wearing a golden toga. He had what appeared to be olive colored skin, or wait, was he black? Maybe pale? Upon closer inspection, his skin was slowly shifting through shades. Neat.

Sat on either side of the man were 12 older, wiser looking angels when compared to the young twenty-something Sophie looked. There were 9 male and 3 female angels mixed together. Each had on a white toga.

Sophie led me to a podium facing the man and the toga-clad angels, with our backs to the seated crowd. Once there, Sophie turned and faced the man.

"My Lord, I have brought the… unique case, Michael, to you as you have requested." She said, bowing.

"Thank you, child. You have done well." The man spoke, his voice as deep as oceans, yet as soft as cotton. He spoke. Judging from the inflections in his voice, he was most likely smiling, something I bet radiated more warmth than the sun. Speaking of suns, one was currently shining through an opening in the white ceiling, obscuring everything chest up from view. He turned to me. "Ah, Michael. I am so terribly sorry to hear what happened to you. I'm afraid this was the work of my own failure, in one of my fallen children. Do you have anything to say?"

"I, uh, um…' I stammered. I wasn't sure what was happening. Was this God? Like, the creator of everything, King of Kings, capital G, God?! What do I even say to him?

"It is okay, my child. Think of it as prayer. I listen then, and I shall listen now." He reassured, his voice as sweet as honey.

"G-God?" I questioned.

"That is one of many names I am referred to as. If that is the one you are most comfortable with, please refer to me as such."

"Ok… So, what am I doing here, Lord? Sophie told me that I'm supposed to be judged, and that depending on the judgment I'll either end up in heaven, or in what she hinted at was hell. But both of you have referred to me as a special case. What does that mean?"

"I knew you were going to ask that." He said warmly. "What it means is that you were sent to me by unnatural means, and placed in a position that you cannot go back. As much as I know you would enjoy heaven, I am afraid you are not yet ready. Why don't you tell the Archangels how old you are, child?" He gestured to the angels seated by him.

"I am-er, was- seventeen when a Toyota Tundra slammed into the side of my friend and I's vehicle." I explained.

The angels immediately began whispering to one another, almost as if they were shocked by this new turn of events. Finally, God motioned for them to quiet down. "Seeing as how you have not yet lived a fulfilling life, I am giving you a second chance. You will be able to choose any universe you wish to live in. Your new Guardian Angel will explain to you how that will work."

Now it was Sophie's turn to speak. "Sir, where should I take him?"

"Well child, I believe you have earned the title of Guardian Angel. So you will take him to any of the open rooms and explain the situation, which I understand you are well aware of." God said, with that same warmth.

"S-Sir!?" Sophie stammered.

"Yes, you have earned the title. Don't you agree?" God turned to the Archangels. Nods and murmurs of agreement were heard. "Well Sophie, allow me to be the first to congratulate you. Unfortunately, there are other matters to deal with, so please take you and your arrival's leave now."

"Yes sir!" Sophie said, smiling.

"Thank you so much, Lord! I am very grateful!" I busted out with. What, was I expected to silently accept? No, I'm gonna thank the Guy who just bought my ticket to happiness.

"You are welcome child. Live a fulfilling life, and an honest one."

After a silent walk back to the room I awoke in, I congratulated Sophie.

"Thank you!" She beamed. "Now, on to business…"

She began to hash out the terms of my new life. I would be given a choice as to what universe I could live in. Depending on which one I choose, other conditions would apply. If I chose a random one I knew nothing about, I would be able to safely transition into my new life, forgetting everything about my old one. But if I chose a fictional one, one I knew about, I would have to take some risks if I wanted to keep my knowledge. Sophie was about to leave to allow me time to think, but fortunately for her, I had already made my choice.

"So, where would you like to be born anew?" She asked, surprised. Usually people take hours to decide.

"I choose… The world of Shinobi and Chakra, Naruto."

Sorry for the long chapter, but it's necessary to establish some thigs that will happen in the next chapter. Chapters will be shorter from here on out (Unless you like the long ones) and the plot will pick up. But just like every book, the first chapters are always the slowest. I promise things will pick up in the next one and things we shall enter the world of Naruto. Imma stop rambling now, so please, Rate and Review!