Chapter 1: The asians and the plah-doh

Hey! I'm new to fanfiction, and this is a NarutoxOC and GarraxOC. My BF and I are doing this for both fun and for some kind of distraction for school! Well for me ofcourse. I no likey school! xD

Hope it isn't to bad so read and enjoy! :3

Emiko was surrounded by crossing dressing Edward Elrics.

This was like watching the boy's cheerleading squad all over again. But in reverse.

And a hell of a lot more shocking.

"What. The. Fuuuck..." She stared wide-eyed at the blondes passing by, all the red coats around her making her head spin.

"Kira~!" She chanted. "Kira, Kira~, Kira, kira kira kira~!"

"What?" A bored voice came from behind her.

"There are so many- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" Emiko pointed dramatically, with the look of disgust and awe.

Kira looked down to see her pointing at the snack she just bought. "It's a rice cake." She put simply.

"Must. Touch." Emiko reached out slowly, poking at the blob.

"It's a snack. Not a play-doh, F-tard." Kira handed her cross dressing friend the rice cake anyway. Already caring another anyway, knowing this might happen.

Emiko grinned, throwing the 'plah-doh' at the wall. To her dismay, it didn't stick. Ruining the fun of the new discover she has encountered.

"Fail of a play-doh." She grunted.

Kira was shaking her head, already finished with her rice cake. Noticing the odd looks a pair of Hitachiin twins were giving her friend. Emiko getting ticked off at the stares, she started glare at their path. Getting the message the two ginger heads scurried off, and glanced around the area as if nothing had happened.

The floor was still flooded with Bleach dressers (many Ichigos but no Orihimes, it figured), Soul Eater gangs, and even a handful of the original Yu-Gi-Oh cast. The lobby was filled with Japanese and general asian anime things of the like, with people excitibly chatting it up.

Anime Conventions tended to make everyone best friends with anyone.

"SHIT~!" Speaking of..."KIRAAAAh!"

She turned to find her best friend pouting, which was just plain odd considering the Inuyasha costume (the Hanyou would have a stoke seeing himself so girly...), and staring forlornly at the floor. A green blob was sitting a few feet away on the grimy floor, covering in merchandise that Kira guessed fell from a vendor's cart.

She face-palmes, giving Emiko an evil look through her fingers.

Emi blinked innocently, shifting her eyes and laughing nervously. "Ehehe..." she inched back when the glare intensified. "...Casper did it."

Kira's eyebrow twitched,staring at Emi blankly. "You said Casper left on vacation,"

"...Fernando did it."

"Emi, shut up and get the cake."

"No, you're a cake."

Kira's eyes narrowed, her nostrils flaring to give her a ominous look.

"Okay, okay!" Emi waved her hands. "Geez," she grumbled under her breath. Stomping her feet at a slow pace, she walked past the still irritated Kira and dragged herself towards the play-doh.

Pulling at her Inuyasha necklace, Emi went up to the blob. She kicked it for being so troublesome, sending it flying through the air. She followed the flying blob with her eyes, seeing it sail through the air at a fast speed, pass a few passerbyers, and hit dead on to a door at the otherside of the lobby.

'...Oops.'

She smiled sheepsihly, 'Haha that's nice~!'

An irritated groan came from behind her. "Emi!"

"CASPER! ...I MEAN FERNANDO-!"

Kira chose not to respond. Grabbing her friend's arm ignoring the yelp and dragged her towards the direction she guessed the cake went. Right to the door.

Kira continued to drag her friend as they went inside the odd place.

Emi froze mid-step, only to continue walking when Kira kept dragging her. She looked around in confusion. "Did you hear that?"

"No." Was the blunt reply.

"... I think the Asians put something in my drink again," Emi grumbled.

"Emi, the Japanese did nothing to your drink."

"Uh-huh!"

~ Meanshile, in the basement ~

"...They have a basement?" Emi's voice was filled with genuine awe.

"No shit, what's your next question."

"Mmmmmmmmmm, pass."

"Pssst," A creepy voice suddenly came from the right. Looking to the side, the two friends saw someone underneath the stairwell of the basement. "You two. Do you-"

"Want some cocane? I do!" Emi interupted excitedly.

Kira took a moment from her shocked staring at the shadow covered stranger to give her friend an odd look.

The creepy voice paused a moment, before speaking again, sounding disturbed. "No what I want to say is-"

"Is it candy? Cause I already have some and mom told me not to buy some from strangers again. Like those damn assians."

"again with the F-ing asians?" Kira grumbled.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Will you listen for once!" Said the mysterious guy.

"Ok here's a question, why should pay attention to you if I dont even listen to my own mother?" Emi scratched the back of her head.

"... what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"That is a question I can't answer!" Emiko announced.

"That's not the point!"

"Mmmmmmmm pass. I think I'm already failing this test... what do you think Kira?"

"I think we should be going now," Kira responded, already holding Emi by her bead necklace. She eyed the shadows where the stranger - guy, she'd already guessed from his voice- and was ready to drag them both away from him.

They did not need a repeat of what happened last time Emi argued with a stranger about candy...

Which is not important... so moving on!

"Wait, wait!" The dude cried from the shadows, just as Kira began dragging Emi towards the basement's stairs again. "I-"

"We're not interested in anything you're selling." Kira said bluntly. She tugged Emi up the first steps, annoyed when her friend sat on it instead.

Emi was looking at Kira stubbornly. "What if he has another play-dough thing?"

Kira anime-veined. "For the last time, it was a rice-cake!"

Emi chose to ignore that, and continued to argue. "A ten dollar, play-dough rice-cake thing!" Emi smirked when she saw Kira struggle to answer this simple question.

"..." Kira hesitated, staring at her friend for a long moment. Obviously, the mention of how much the thing had cost was getting to her.

As the seconds ticked by, Emi began grinning triumphantly.

Kira, seeing this, seemed to snap out of it and crossed her arms. "No. I'm not that cheap, and we're going."

"Awwww."

" What if I give you a free rice cake if you just step into this photo booth."

Both girls jumped, having not noticed the creepy guy go behind him. The dude, face still shadowed and unrecognizable, was blocking the stairway.

Kira took a step back, eyeing him warilly. This seemed like the begining of some really twisted horror flick...

Emi, on the other hand, had none of this self preservation, or really any danger warnings, so she was beaming brilliantly. "Sure, where is it?" she looked around eagerly.

"EMI!" Kira snapped, then took a step back when she saw the creep step forward.

"Follow me." He said simply and started walking deeper into the basement.

The girls followed him with their eyes, while Emi began walking and Kira looked back at the exit. It was too late to turn back now.

Kira couldn't see anymore as the exit had been closed and nearly invisible in the darkness. Kira looked back to see Emi skipping over where the man had gone, and glanced back at the last chance of leaving.

...She sighed, and went over to where Emi was, glaring at her friend's cheeky grin.

"We're going to the photo booth, going to get some play-doh, hopefully not to get rapped~!"

"EMI!"

SMACK

"OW!" The silver-haired girl complained, rubbing the back of her head tenderly. She glared at Kira. "Why'd you do that for?" She whined.

"That was inappropriate and not funny," Kira snapped, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "and quit saying things like that, you're jinxing us!"

"Am not!" Emi shouted.

"Are too!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Em-"

"NU-UH!"

They continued on like that, bickering the whole way until they bumped into the creepy guy.

"Watch it you prick!" Emi growled.

"Emi, dont antiganize the creepy person!" Kira hissed.

"... I don't know that even means! SPEAK PROPER ENGLISH!"

"THAT IS PROPER ENGLISH, YOU-"

"Where did he go?" Emi looked around ignoring Kira.

"What?"

"Maybe he'll rape us in that photobooth lets go~!"

Kira was quickly getting a migraine. "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SAYNG THAT?"

"Ohhhh, it has buttons!" Emiko ran inside.

"Hey wait!" Kira ran towards it but stoped in the front of it.

"Is he there?" She asked, thinking better of Emi to get rapped than herself.

"Nah, he's not just when I thought I was going to lose my virginity!"

Kira walked in to see only Emi was in there playing with buttons.

"EMI! STOP PRESSING BUTTONS!" Kira shouted at her.

Emi finally pressed a big glowing green button.

The two now sat in a grassy field that looked suddenly familiar. "Where the hell are we?"

"Look three poles!" Emi ran to kick one.

"Emi... I think we're in the training field." Kira stared at the poles in shock.

Only one anime came to mind and it was Naruto.

"No! The damn asian guy was the guy in the cloak in disguese and drugged the both of us to finish his job and we fell for it!" Emi sat crossed-legged on the field with her usual pouting look.

"What makes you think he was asian!"

"Cause he's always trying to drug me!" Emi snapped.

Sorry it was short and no I am not racist to asians it's just that I had a bad experience in getting drugged and...

Forget about I said anything!

I worship asians so let's just leave it like that! ^^"

Chapter 2 is on it's way! :3

Ja-ne~!