New Fic! Hooray! Well, i recently read a really good story about a person being in the Naruto universe. Only problem for me was they were with the akastuki. It seems like there are too many about the akastuki, so i decided to make my own. Just a heads up, I'm a freak when it comes to back stories. My characters always have to have them. ALWAYS. Anyway, Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Not me. and if you like it, make sure you review. Without reviews, my stories will stop at 2 chapters. Unless i'm really interested in it.

"Beep beep beep-"

That god damn alarm clock. Oh how he hated it.

The boy gazed up from his lying position at the alarm clock perched on his dresser, mere inches from his head. The clock was mostly plain except for a half-red, half-white ball on top with eyes in front. After 10 whole beeps the clock made a loud explosion sound causing the boy to flinch in his bed momentarily before relaxing once more. Right before he could drift off back into his sweet dreams, the harsh beeping began seeming twice as loud as before.

'Why do I even keep this thing' the boy thought to himself with a moan directed at the alarm clock. Of course, this didn't stop it as it exploded for the second time. Before it could start round three, he swung a lazy hand up, nearly knocking the clock down but succeeding in its task. Of course he knew he needed the alarm or else he'd sleep through school completely. This knowledge only made him groan again. He hated school. Sure he was bright, but all the rules you had to follow just made it so troublesome….

"Hah, I'm sounding like Shikamaru… and I'm talking to myself. At least my sanity's still in check." The boy said out loud with a short laugh which was followed by awkward silence between him and himself. He had to stop doing that…

This boy's name was Mattel Renex. Yeah, strange name right? But it was his father who was the strange one. His dad had insisted Mattel be called Mattelious giving some excuse that it was "passed down through generations of Renex's." Mattel could swear his dad was just like Major Armstrong from FMA. It didn't help that he was a serious body builder and wanted everyone to know. His Mom, on the other hand, was much more normal and wanted their son to be a normal Matt. They decided to compromise and thus, Mattel was named. He preferred that people called him Matt though, partly because his dad would cry whenever he heard it. Not that he hated his dad, but it was just too funny.

Matt was now lying on the floor of his room in his most common morning position when trying to put clothes on. Most of the time he ended up staring at the many posters taped to the ceiling which were there mainly for this purpose. Almost every one was of a different anime or manga he was into. He didn't like many, but he was a true fan of the few he loved. He could always recite precise information regarding the events or histories of the characters or plots in any of them. Not that it helped him out much. I mean, how much good could knowing the names of every hokage, or what pokémon Red fought his final championship battle with ever do Matt in real life? At most he couldf win foolish bets but that's pretty much the extent of his power.

When Matt finally stood up after struggling to put on some cargo shorts and a plain light blue shirt, he looked in the mirror to find that he didn't need to run to the bathroom to fix anything. He still went, but that was a matter of bladder control. Matt was 15 years old and appeared to be around 5 feet and 11 inches tall. He was surprisingly tan, due to the fact that his parents were as white as could be and he wasn't much of an outdoors person. He had black hair that almost seemed blue when he was in the sunlight, which again was fairly rare. The tip of said black hair was tinted a kelly green all around his head, a birth defect, as stated by the doctor, but Matt thought it was just plain cool. These green ends came down to cover his ears and spike out in every other place. The result was a crazy storm on top of his head.

Being used to his morning schedule, Matt didn't even have to check the clock to know that it was time to leave for school. Luckily for him it was Friday so he would only have to endure his classes before the weekend. He grabbed his backpack which only had food for his walk to school inside since he didn't see a point in taking anything home, and walked straight out the front door without even stopping in the kitchen to say good morning to his parents. They were used to it though, and blamed his teenage hormones.

Matt tended to walk quickly to school since he didn't like being outdoors too much. He thought it was beautiful out just like everyone else, but he couldn't help but notice all the bad things. It was always too hot or too cold, people would stare at him because of his hair (although he was used to this by now), and there were bugs everywhere. And Matt absolutely hated bugs. He wasn't scared of them or anything. They just pissed him off. But you don't get many bugs outside in late fall, or people for that matter, so Matt was actually enjoying this walk more than usual.

As Matt was walking through the streets of town to get to his school, he noticed a small grey bag on the ground in a nearby alley. It looked pretty cool to Matt so after checking around to make sure nobody was watching him, he bent down and opened the pouch. Inside he found 10 small throwing stars, exactly like the ones from Naruto.

'What the heck is this doing back here?' Matt thought as he looked down the alley to find another object in a similar lying-on-the-ground position. He picked this one up as well and found that it was a silver pocket watch. What was strange is that it seemed awfully familiar.

"Oh, why hello there sonny!" A voice practically yelled, making Matt jump and turn to find an old man standing in a doorway that Matt had failed to notice before. "Why, thank you for finding them lost objects of mine you got there" the man said in what sounded like a southern accent. "Come on and bring it inside for me will ya?" The man then walked inside not even waiting for an answer.

Now Matt wasn't a fool. Creepy building, old man, appealing objects. The place screamed pedophile, But Matt knew he was old enough to handle himself, especially with a man as old as this guy. He seriously had to be at least 85 and Matt didn't want to be rude and leave the stuff on the ground so he went on through the door.

The room inside was dim, but Matt could make out the furniture that seemed to be scattered without a decorating plan. Next to the far wall was a small table where two people could sit and on the wall to Matt's left was a very large bookcase, but instead of books there were small objects littering the shelf. Although Matt couldn't see the old man, he heard him say, "Just put those two trinkets you picked up on the shelf. Just any old open spot'll do."

Matt walked over to the shelf and found space for both the objects. When he put them down he noticed what was surrounding the space. On the right Matt saw a small orange ball with an even smaller star in the center. On the other side of the newly placed items was a half-red half-white ball with a button in the middle between the different colored halves. 'A pokeball? Man this guy is definitely a pedophile. I better just leave now…' But as Matt turned to walk out the door he came face to face with a man. The new arrival stood deadly still and seemed to squint at Matt with his hands behind his back. He was much younger than the man who had walked through the door, maybe around 35 years old. He had apparently closed the door which made Matt a bit nervous.

"So, are you ready for your big adventure?" The man suddenly shouted bringing his hands up and opening his eyes wide to emphasize the word big. This, frankly, scared the hell out of Matt and he involuntarily swallowed. He was gonna be raped wasn't he? But the strange man didn't make a move after his outburst until several minutes later when he moved to the small table and began speaking once more. "Well, make sure you have some fun while you're over there. And try to do some good, ok? We wanna stop some bloodshed. Also, people don't really like the idea of 'visitors from another world' so maybe a cover would be good." While Matt was just standing there, confused as hell, the man pulled something from under the table. It looked like a small green disk. "Well, bye bye now. Oh, and one more thing. Try not to die!" And with that, Matt saw a bright white light before the world before him disappeared and was replaced by black.

Whew. that was tough. It's always hard coming up with a life for an OC without copying something else. But i think it's gonna get even harder when you have to use characters somebody else made. I might screw up personalities a bit, but I'll try to keep it under control. i'm already working on chapter 3, so that's good! Also, i've only watched Naruto and barely read the manga, so expect a slight mix between Japanese and English styles. What i do know about Japanese i picked up from this site. Like in this story, all the villages name's are Japanese, but titles and jutsu are English. I guess i don't have the mental capacity to try learning a third language -.- Remember, R&R!