Hello! This is Ayla. This project is a little comedy/ action/ …drama? Fic is something for me to work on when I've got writer's block or just don't feel like working on my actual novel. I honestly where this is gunna go, or how it will progress, but we'll see how it progresses! Thanks for reading guys, hope ya'll enjoy!

A man sat in his chair, writing in a small book. 'So, today I had my normal classes, ate some lunch with Kellen, and visited my therapist. All in all, a pretty lack-luster day… Although, it sounds like my depression has almost fully alleviated. So, some good news. Oh! I also wrote my ninth letter home. I've been away for a little over three years… I need to visit Ed again, it'd be nice to be home again. It's weird… I didn't live with him for more than four years, but it already feels like having a dad again. Maybe if he was married, I could have a mom again… Maybe I shouldn't think like that. I am twenty one, it's been five years since the folks died. This feels like I'm spewing nothing but exposition… I hope no one reads this. Lord I hope no one does. Anyway, I found an old manga of mine! Naruto! I remember when I used to be obsessed with that show! Anyway, I'll be writing in this dumb thing again tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Dan.

P.S. Do I need to sign off on this thing?'

The man stood up, brushing away his blonde hair to sit in his short pompadour. His green eyes reflected in the condo light, looking slightly dulled. His amazingly average height stretched as far as possible. "Ya know, I feel like getting some Chick-Fil-A." He said, slipping on a royal purple hoodie over his black pants. Finally, he tugged a pair of grey shoes on his feet, grabbing his phone and keys, and walked out the door.

"Wait, wallet, damn it." He said quickly as he stepped inside and grabbed a light purple wallet. "'Kay, time ta go." He told himself, locking his door on the way out.

Being an only child he had a habit of thinking out loud and having conversations with himself, often rambling to himself. "When was it that I started hating Naruto again…? Right, I think it was a couple years after it ended. That show was weird, a series of major highs and crazy lows… … Should I try watching it again?" He asked himself.

A long jingle sounded from the man's pocket, sounding eerily familiar to the victory song from every Final Fantasy. He accepted the call, holding his year old phone to his ear. "Go for the blonde." He answered. "It's Daren, man." The phone replied pleasantly. "Daren, hey buddy, how's it goin'?" Dan asked. "Doin' well, just wondering if you were coming home to the Christmas party at Dad's." He replied. "At Ed's? Yeah! I was planning on it, I'll be heading back to Denver on the twentieth, my last class for the semester ends around ten that day." Dan said happily.

"Great! I'll let Dad know. Oh, and feel free to bring as many girls as possible. I doubt you got a girl, but I can totally steal one from ya." Daren said teasingly. "Sure, buddy, sure. Cuz' they'd love to see your ugly mug." The blonde replied doubtfully. A hearty laugh sounded from the phone. "It's good to hear from ya again Dan. See you soon. Love ya bruda!" The blonde laughed. "Love you too, 'cous." He said. He returned the phone to his pocket after hearing his cousin end the call.

The blonde moved to the crosswalk. It had only just turned to December, so even though it was past seven at night, there was still a fair bit of light shining. He steeped through the walk. There were two cars that already past and a couple walking on the other sidewalk. Not another soul could be seen.

He reached the center of the cross walk when he heard a loud screeching. He immediately rushed to the sidewalk, but the car was too fast. He hung in the air, upside down. The bright red sports car was nearly frozen underneath. He saw the face of a man in a mixture of shocked, afraid, and remorseful.

Dan… almost felt bad for the guy. "I guess if this stops the bastard from doing dumb stuff like this, I guess I can accept that…" He reasoned to himself. The face of a fluorescent pink haired boy appeared in front of him.

"Uhhhhhhh. What, no… WHAT!?" He shouted. The boy didn't hear him. Slowly, almost like ink, a scene opened up around the boy's face. The boy sat in his bed with his hands clasped together in a shape that was vaguely familiar. The boy sighed in exhasperation. "Why won't this work!?" He yelled. He unfolded his hands. The moment skin left skin, the picture faded from in front of Dan.

"Why? How? What? … Okay, no. What. The. Hell!? Why is that my last damned thoughts!? Couldn't it be something cooler!?" He yelled.

Time returned to normal, the man began falling again, the car braked hard enough to overturn, and the blonde finally hit the ground. His last thoughts before he fell into darkness was,

"At least I don't have to take another semester…"

Dan POV

I heard a little noise, growing loader and louder. It sounded like someone talking. It was muffled, but it started becoming a bit crisper. "Is my nephew okay?" My uncle's voice asked. Really, Ed? Do I look okay to you? The doctor shared my thoughts, how did I know? It was the parent-like tone in his voice, the one someone makes to a very young child.

"He's fine. Just in a coma. He should wake up. Actually he will wake up. His brain is functioning normally, but it needs an extremely heavy amount of rest. He should be fine to leave the hospital in a couple months, just so we can watch for any regularities at the moment, but he'll be asleep for around six months to a year. Just sign a waiver, and have one of our nurse's visit you once every week to make sure he is cared for, and he should be able to sleep at home. Just make sure you get him to drink, give him food syringes, and keep this catheter in both holes, and he'll be fine." The doctor finished. He sounded less like a parent, and more like a friend towards the end.

"Okay," I thought, "I'm gunna be like this for a while… So what am I gunna do with all this time?" I asked… Though I didn't really expect an answer. Ya know, coma and all that? Don't think anyone else is in my head with me.

"Hi!" A voice called. "Ahhhh!" I shrieked in as manly a voice as I could manage… In other words, like a little girl.

I turned to see the same pink haired boy. He was laughing. And he wasn't stopping. "Okay, yes, funny, funny, funny. Honestly I laughed. No sarcasm, but what'cha need?" I asked, trying to sound friendly. "Well, I see you're gunna be like that for a while, sooooo… Wanna follow me?" He asked.

It's almost cute how innocent he sounded. Though, I won't be fooled that easily.

"There might be some cookies involved." The boy said. I caved. "Alright, lead the way!" I said… 'Wait, what's his name?' I thought. "I'm Dan, by the way." I said, following the kid. "Hey, I'm Hanaki! And before you ask, no, I'm a boy." He said irritably. "I… Actually thought you were." I replied. Hanaki blushed, but didn't say anything else.

I tried not to, but I snickered... And I have no shame in that. The kid looked a bit miffed after that. I almost laughed again.

I followed the mop of pink hair through the black expanse. We walked on nothing, absolutely nothing. I could see the kid perfectly, but everything else was just…pure black, like a never ending abyss. Ten seconds later, a light the size of a person just popped into existence. "I shouldn't really be surprised anymore, should I." I stated.

I think I was a little annoyed. Okay, really annoyed.

I don't like not knowing what's going on, it makes me feel weird. I sighed. "Alright, in we go…" I said, following the kid into the light.

I felt weird before… Now it feels plain bizarre. My body felt smaller and weaker. I really didn't like this. "So… I have a bit of a problem." I heard behind me. I turned to see the boy standing eye-to-eye with me.

I knew I was supposed to be taller, which is, again, really weird. "Alright? What's, uh, what's wrong?" I asked. I was very confused. "Well, before we go much further, would you be willing to help me?" The boy asked meekly.

"Yeah, I don't see why not. I mean, I'm not really goin' anywhere for a while." I replied with a hand on my hip. "Right." He said before laughing nervously. I raised an eyebrow.

"My mind isn't what it should be. I won't live longer than this year." He said somberly. He quickly waved his hands frantically. "Oh, but my body is completely fine. If I stay like this, I'll slip into a coma that will last 'til I die. So, I have a favor to ask." He repeated.

"If I stay in my mind with a second mind to support me, I won't have a problem. I'd actually stay stable." I think I knew where he was going.

'Well, if I stay in a kid's head, I won't be too bored. I won't really be able to do anything, but it'd be nice to have something to watch for a whi-.'

"Can you… Would you… Take over my body for a while?" He asked nervously. '… … … …Wait, what?' "Uh…" I replied. Yeah, try answering that without sounding like an idiot.

"I'm sorry… Take over your body? Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes! I'm sure!" He shouted with a surprising conviction.

I was visibly taken aback. "Sorry. I think everyone has a dream or goal. I refuse to let something like this get in the way of this goal… Will you help me?" He asked with a small voice. I thought for a few seconds.

"What's your goal?" I asked. "My world is… Not great." He said slowly. "I want to change it. That's really it. My world is obsessed with war, so much so that the most wanted job is an over-powered, over-paid soldier." He continued.

"Sounds fun." I replied sarcastically. "But, that isn't a bad goal… I think I can understand it." I paused. "Alright. If you're sure, then I'll do whatever I can!" I said enthusiastically.

Hanaki's eyes were wide. I guess he really wasn't expecting that answer. I probably wouldn't either. He smiled brilliantly. "Thank you, Dan!" He shouted quickly. He rushed me and pounced.

When he hugged me, I noticed something. He had a scar moving from the palm of his right hand to his deltoid… I Now carry the same scar. 'Wait…' "Did you already put me in your body?" I asked, pushing him away.

He had the dignity to look sheepish. "hehe… Yeah, kinda, maybe." He replied with a nervous laugh. I sighed. "At least I agreed… I guess." I thought aloud. He grinned.

The kind of grin that makes you really wanna punch something, specifically, that face.

He hugged me again. This time, I returned it. When he released me, he looked genuinely happy.

"Alright, so before you wake up, there are some things you should know." He stated. "I'll be asleep for around a month, but our memories with be shared. In other words, my memories are yours, and your memories are mine." He continued. I nodded. He gave a bright smile.

"Great! Now I'm sure that I'm forgetting something, but I'm sure you'll remember. You should be waking up soon, so good luck, see you soon, and… Thank you again." He finished gratefully. I lightly punched his shoulder in comradery. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad to help. Now, go get some rest, ya don't look too great." I teased. He chuckled and nodded. "Right, thanks. See ya!" He shouted.

The black void took hold fully. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel fabric against my skin. I could also hear a faint buzzing. My peaceful void was shattered by a load ringing noise.

I jumped out of my laying position. I swear to all that it didn't scare me, nope! Not one bit! I looked around a small room and noticed the annoying prick that woke me up.

A damned alarm clock.

My eye twitched in utter annoyance. I thought about wrecking it, but realized I might need it in the morning… Unfortunate.

I turned off the bright pink alarm and got out of the pink bed.

'Please tell me the kid doesn't dye his hair.' "I thought. I then remembered. A classmate decided that Hanaki, I mean I, needed more pink in my life.

Thankfully, the rest of the room was normal. Brown walls, older wood flooring, a surprisingly normal clock, and a low table. "At least the pink isn't overwhelming." I conversed to myself. I changed from my brown pajama's and slipped on a pair of black shorts and a purple tank top.

The sleeveless shirt surprised me. I love purple, but I really didn't think Hanaki would be the kind of guy to be into it.

Yay for happy surprises.

I found a pair of ugly blue sandles, the only shoes there, and put them on. They looked unsettlingly familiar.

Then, I remembered. My given name is Hanaki, my family name is Sora. I am currently eleven, no, twelve years old and about to graduate from the academy. I am an orphan that lives in an apartment by myself in…

Takigakure. There were only two words that came to mind. "Damnit, Really?!" I really hated Naruto… But now, I can change this war focused world. But I'll have to start with becoming a ninja. "Wonderful."

I wonder if I can get the Akatsuki to sign an autograph.

Thank you for reading this so far. Now you know that this is an insert fic. Just not a self-insert. My name isn't Dan.

Anyway, I actually do like the Naruto series for the most part, there are some things that I don't like, but I think everyone can say that about anything. And yes, I have major plans for the akatsuki.

This will be a comedy-centric fic with action, romance, and slight drama.

I will save quite a few characters sentenced to death by Kishimoto-sensei, however, I like the story too much to destroy it.

Please send me any questions you have. I hope that ya'll review this.

Reviews are my life-blood!