Hello all! I know. I haven't updated in like forever. Life has led me down a strange path and I have come back to enjoy writing and reading Fanfiction again. So here we are.

I will be going over my older stories and try to fix them up. It's painful to read some of them hahaha...

This is just a small idea that I wanted to get off my chest. It uses my Original Character from "Me in Naruto?" but in a different story line. It's not going to be super long if I can help it. Just a random little idea I wanted to write and have been working on for a little while.

So, please enjoy! And know that I am trying to get back into my other stories to fix them up a little and add on. Hopefully I can finish them without them dragging on forever.

Nothing makes me as sad as when I read a great story with no ending.

I was at my usual bar, in my usual spot. Wondering just how I got here. It was… magic? A different dimension? I… I have no idea.

All I do know is that I'm still twenty-one, in some demented Naruto universe where the Uchiha Massacre never happened. So, fuck me, right?

'Hey. You might want to slow down, kit.' My demon-spirit spoke up, sounding concerned.

'I'll be fine, Nekero.' I drained my beer, signaling for the bartender to bring another. He gave me a look but shrugged once I slapped down an extra tip. 'Besides, what can happen in Konoha?'

I held onto the glass bottle, afraid that at any moment that I would go back, or whatever this was would end.

It was amazing that they even let me enroll as a nin, someone seemingly not from here at all. They were almost too trusting… But I had the backing of the people that found me that first day.

I got a lot of weird looks when I started showing up around Konoha freely. With no ANBU guards following me. They had been instructed to tail me at least until I was Chūnin. They rotated each week, so I couldn't get a good read on them. I could tell a few of them, but the others were difficult to get a good feel for. Of course, they were good at hiding their chakara. But I was getting better at finding them. They never really stopped following me. The only time they were gone was when I was in the shower really… or changing. At least they had some decency to leave me alone for that short while.

And of course, I had to go through the ranks like normal. But after the first year I was already a Jōnin. I picked up Kenjutsu and Fūinjutsu quickly. And was known to be deadly with both. I had a bounty on my head, even if it was a small one. Not enough to get me into too much trouble, but just enough to put my face out there.

Thankfully, I wasn't sent on very many seduction missions. I got one maybe every few months, if that. I could tell those that went on them regularly. They were fried, their eyes glazed over most of the time. I let myself shiver once, remembering that one mission.

My missions were mostly search and recover. Or to provide back up when a mission goes wrong. I see the after math of some particularly gruesome missions. It's… tough… I have seen many of my close comrades laid out, sometimes with pieces missing, sometimes only a limb is left.

A long sigh passed my lips. With a swig, my beer was gone. It was replaced quickly, and I nodded my thanks.

I thought for a second. What number was this?

With a shrug, I tipped it back, and downed half of it. I think this was my eighteenth but who was really counting?

I didn't feel someone come up behind me until they had their hand on my shoulder. I froze, bottle to my lips.

"You okay? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be drinking alone."

I turned, placing my drink on the counter. Who the fuck is this?

"Name's Uchiha Shisui. You know, the best Uchiha to ever live."

"Shit, are you a mind reader?"

He laughed, hard enough that his head shook, causing his curls to bounce.

"No, you asked who I was, sweetness." He glanced down to the beer, eye brow quirked. "Maybe you should head home."

I snarled, and stood up, coming face to… chest… Damn he was tall.

Another laugh rippled through him. "Well, thank you."

I tilted my head up, and dug my finger into his chest. "L-look here, Uch-Uchiha." I jabbed him with every word, feeling more and more sober. "I am perfectly fine. I'm here to drink and enjoy myself."

He stood there, not saying anything for a few seconds. I swayed slightly on my feet, my head was swimming. I had to sit back down, unable to stand up anymore. This was going to be a bitch tomorrow.

His dark eyes looked me up and down, a dangerous glint in them. He bent down, and we were gone faster than I could blink.

We landed in a field. Well, I was sprawled on my stomach, he landed on his feet gracefully. Asshole.

I raised up to yell at him, only to pause, stomach lurching. I hurled everything in my stomach. Somehow, thankfully, my hair was not getting in on the action.

I groaned, a nice layer of sweat covered my whole body.

"Oops… Sorry about that." A small chuckle came from behind me. Oh. That's how my hair was out of the way.

Leaning back on my knees, I grimaced in disgust. At least I felt a little better. But here I was, throwing up in front of the Uchiha Shisui. Ugh! What an idiot I'm turning out to be.

"Sorry for throwing up in front of you, Uchiha-san." I turned, pulling the hem of my black dress towards my knees. It was a beautiful piece, long lace sleeves and top, a somewhat fitted body that clung in just the right places. I can't walk in heels sober, so I had put on a pair of simple navy flats to save myself the trouble.

Shisui shook his head, a huge smile on his lips. "Don't worry. Even Itachi threw up the first time I Shunshined with him." He paused and gave me a quick wink, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "But I didn't think the famed Blue Dragon would have such a weak stomach."

I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't. All I could do was cross my arms and humph. Stupid Uchiha.

"Yeah well… You should give me some warning next time!" Wait. Where had I been before vomiting in this field? "Hey! I didn't finish my drink! You owe me one Uchiha-san." I sent a glare his way and he only gave me a small smirk in return.

"I'll gladly take you out for drinks anytime."

I got up, rolling my eyes, and started to walk towards the village. But it was dark, and I probably had a little too much. And I really was the clumsiest nin in Konoha. And the root was small enough where it was nearly out of sight.

I started to fall forward, all while cursing my luck. The ground stopped coming up towards my face, which was a relief.

I sagged into Shisui's arms. What did I do to have him help me?

"Come on Dragon-san, let's get you home." With that warning, we were off.

I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. My living room was swimming before me and all I could do was grip the white couch in front of me.

"Fuck me."

"Gladly." Shisui came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I froze. The feeling was not unwelcomed… but it was unexpected. Wait… that was unprofessional! But his chest was warm, and extremely well-toned. His arms were huge! His muscles were bulging as he moved his arms to pick me up. I gasped, locking my arms around his neck.

"Uchiha-san! Put me down!" I yelled, probably loud enough for my neighbors to hear. The apartment walls were pretty thin.

"But-but Dragon-san! I was just trying to comply with your request!" He pouted, which somehow made him even more irresistible.

"I-I…"

I was amazed at the ease he was carrying me. I was by no means fat, but I was definitely not the thinnest either. I was told I had a few fanboys. Many of those in my club told me I had amazing curves. And Jiraiya liked to peek on me when I was in the onsen. I had pushed them all aside, more worried about my shinobi career than anything else.

Shisui said nothing as he pushed open the door to my bedroom, then the door to my bathroom. The lights flickered on and I groaned. It was too bright. He gently placed me on the cold tile floor. I buried my face in my hands, trying to block out the harsh light.

Water started running and quickly filled the room with steam. I felt him walk out of the bathroom and return in seconds. Hands full with a clean set of pajamas.

"Take a shower and go to bed, Dragon-chan."

I looked up from my hands, actually studying him for the first time. His black eyes were kind, and expressive. Much unlike the majority of Uchiha's. His hair was not totally black, and the wildness of it softened his hard face. The Sharingan flickered on quickly, but was turned off just as fast. I wondered what I looked like right now. Most likely a hot mess, and he had just ingrained it in his mind. Wonderful.

"Thank you, Uchiha-san." I gave him a bright smile, moving to get up.

He was gone, only to reappear in front of me. Shisui had a wide, brilliant smile on his lips. He bent down swiftly, his breath right next to my ear.

"Call me Shisui." With a quick peck on the cheek he was gone.

"Shisui-san!" I yelled, earning me a loud request to shut up from my neighbor.

I grumbled and quickly jumped in the shower before the hot water ran out.

"Stupid Uchiha men."

Nekero had been surprisingly quiet through the whole ordeal. Which was nerve-wracking. She was plotting something, I could tell. And it would not be pleasant.

A/N

So this is the first chapter. It might seem a little OOC but it's been a while since I wrote last and I don't really have that much experience with Shisui. So it'll be a work in progress. But I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoyed reading it! I might update later today with a second chapter.

Thank you for reading!