Hehe... guess I really have too much time on my hands. But, who really cares?
The heroine of this new fiction is Richelle. Um... so yeah. People like unusual names... I hope.
Disclaimer: No, just... no.
~X~
I sat on my bed, my camo pajama pants dangling loosely around my legs, a tie-dye T-shirt covering my torso. I was having trouble falling asleep, so I had cooked up some Maruchan instant ramen, which I was absentmindedly twirling my plastic fork through. Looking into the bowl with half lidded eyes, I retrieved some its contents and slurped some of the heated lengths into my mouth.
An urgent knock at my door made me jump while my head instantly snapped up in the direction of the noise. Grimacing at the broth that slipped out of the bowl and landed conveniently on my thigh, I set it down. Reluctantly leaving my makeshift meal, I went over to answer the door.
When I opened it, I stared at the figure before me. Naruto Uzumaki, bloodied and bruised, was leaning against the door frame. His trademark orange jump suit fitting him in odd ways since bits and pieces of it were torn.
"Ma'am, can you let me in, please?" he begged in between pained pants. Mouth agape, I stared at the blond, mind running in over time to process everything. Sighing, I let him in. I moved a chair so he could sit down, all the while wondering how the hell Naruto- the real Naruto Uzumaki- was in this world. My world. Y'know, the one were anime characters don't exist.
"Are you okay?" I questioned, knowing I would get made fun of by some comedian. Of course, everything's just peachy! What do you think!
He grit his teeth. "The Akatsuki caught me off guard and ambushed me," he explained, staring straight ahead and avoiding direct eye contact. I tensed.
"The... Akatsuki?" I looked at the Jinchūriki. Said Jinchūriki nodded.
"Yeah." He answered. Just then, an idea sparked in my mind.
"Wait here!" I ordered. Receiving no answer, I took off running to my kitchen, grabbing a cup of Maruchan and opening it, before rushing over to the sink and waiting for the water to fill to the line. After that, I sprinted to the bathroom to get medical supplies. Thank God that I had learned some medical procedures. But of course I wasn't a medical nin like Tsunade or Sakura, but I'm sure I had enough knowledge to do something.
I rushed back into the kitchen again, popping the cup on hardened noodles with water into the microwave before setting the timer and pressing START. Wasting no time, I marched into the living room and pulled out the couch/bed and then with all the strength a sleep deprived teen has, moved the boy to the bed.
After he got situated in both a comfortable for him and manageable position for myself, I unzipped his jacket. When he sat there like a lump, I gave him an all knowing head nod. Taking the hint, he took off his shirt.
The wounds sprawled across his chest varied from mere bruises to gashes, which ranged in sizes and shapes. Mind lost in concentration, I got out an opaque, brown bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide. Pouring a small amount of the clear liquid onto a wash cloth, I began to dab every cut lightly, until I came to a deep wound in his side. Honestly, it was hard to look at.
Dead, white blood cells were slowly oozing out of the long gash in the form of pus.
Turning the cloth over, I ran back to the kitchen to retrieve a bowl of hot water. Grabbing a large bowl, I made my way over to the sink, and once it was nearly full, I shut off the back to the boy, I dropped the cloth into the water, rinsing out the blood and used Peroxide. By the time it was fairly clean, it had already turned the water a cloudy red.
Taking a deep breath, I readied the bottle. "Naruto, this may hurt a little," I warned. He chuckled.
"I've had worse," he boasted. I laughed.
"I can tell." I poured the liquid straight onto the gash, seeing it foam and bubble. Naruto winced, then started gripping the bed.
"Ow, this does hurt," he whined. Sighing, I used the wash rag to dab and wash up the rest of the injured areas. I also ran it over his face, cleaning the corner of his mouth first; freeing it from a crimson stain. His mouth was soon followed by the rest of his face, which had dirt lightly sprinkled everywhere.
Grabbing bandages (gauze wraps) out of the duffle bag, I ordered him to sit up carefully. He complied, and I wrapped the gauze around the cleaned wound. Normal bandages went on the rest of the minor injuries.
"You feeling better?" I asked. He nodded. At that point, the microwave buzzed. I left momentarily to retrieve it. He should heal soon from the Kyuubi's chakra, I thought as I popped open the door to the microwave open.
After getting it out, I pulled the paper lid off all the way and as I was tossing the label into the trash, I grabbed another plastic fork.
Turning around, I but accidentally bumped into Naruto. His near-innocent eyes stared into my light teal hues, a serious expression strewn across his features.
"Naruto? Are you okay?" I asked, wondering what was wrong.
"How... how did you know my name?" he suddenly demanded. I thanked all holy objects through history that his eyes stayed blue.
"Um..." Well, you see, you're actually the main character of a popular anime and manga, called Naruto. Then, seeing as you are now, this must have happened in Shippuden. A lot of people throughout the globe know you, and everyone you know, and then some! So, sadly, you're just ink on paper. "You look like you could be a Naruto." Damn, that was cheesy.
He relaxed a bit, his breathing regulating.
"Ma'am, can I please know your name?" I looked up at him. Damn, he's taller than me.
"Richelle," I replied. He smiled.
"Well then, Richelle-chan," Naruto began, "we should find the rest of my team!"
"N-Naruto! You need to heal!" I stuttered. The blond looked down at me, then moving his jacket aside, lifting the gauze wrap to reveal a mere, small scab.
So fast... usually it took him about ten minutes or so to heal, let alone a wound that deep...
"Heh, look at that," the blond boasted, smiling.
"Yep, now sit," I commanded. The Jinchūriki looked at me funny, then saw the container in my hands. He then dove for the wooden chair, sitting at the table eagerly like a kid waiting to either: get his/her allowance (if they are like Kakuzu, the scrooge), waiting for desert, only to cause chaos (Tobi), or getting a new task (Naruto in the Hokage's room).
I set the thing on the table, tending to the puddle of broth in the microwave plate.
Suddenly, my feet fumbled, and I fell onto the uncomfortable tile. The adreniline I once had was gone, left only with a natural sedative. It all would have been fine and dandy if: the tile wasn't cold, it wasn't hard as a rock, and I didn't land on my stomach. That hurts, man!
Meh, I hope you liked it, because I thought I wandered around too much on the healing process, but I still hope you like it... *looks around* BELIEVE IT!
Please review.
And, ErinEhmazing edited, so credits to her for making this shiz here better. (Though she didn't edit the very last paragraph ;D )
THANK YOU, ERIN-SAN! :D
