Author's Note:

Hi guys! Or bored people who thought, "What the hey?" and decided to give my story a shot. Thank you for trying my story out! I'll try to keep this interesting and such, but no promises, seeing as I tend to drift off topic a lot- OOOH BUNNIES! Heh, see what I mean? You'll get used to it. Well, enough of me droning on and on, I'm probably losing readers already… Enjoy a tasty chapter! Itedakimasu! (IDK did I spell that right readers?)

Disclaimer: I NO OWN! ANYTHING! Not Naruto, not Soul Eater, not Lovely Complex, not anything from any mangas, animes, abridged series, musicians, or anything of the like. I ONLY OWN MY IDEAS AND MY OC's! HEAR ME LAWYERS? YEA, I'M TALKIN' TO YOU! *Lawyers look up with evil glint in eye and sharp pointy weapons* AAAAAAAAH, DON'T HURT ME!

Chapter One: BUGBOO! AND THAT CREEPY THING BEHIND ME!

Welcome to my mind! I'm Sara Kobayashi, nice to meet you invisible audience inside my head! Right now I'm sitting at my desk reading fan fiction, Lovely Complex manga, and listening to a variety of music on Youtube consisting from Miku Hatsune all the way to Tenacious, when my mom calls at me from the next room, where she's probably still unpacking from our move to Japan from America, to ask me to take out the trash for her.

"Yea, yea! I'm comin' momma! Be there in a sec!" I call as I try, unsuccessfully, to stop all my videos and bookmark my place in the manga, because once my mom asks me to one thing, I get asked to do more and more afterwards…sneaky, sneaky mothers. I grab the bag of garbage before it can hit me and start on my journey to the front door and then the dumpster in the parking lot. Lessee here, my rooms on the right, my mom's is right next to mine, the front door is to my left, and the back door is to my right… Wait, no that's backwards… No… Uh… As you can see, I'm directionally retarded. After about ten minutes of me wandering, my mother yelling directions through the house at me, and walking into a couple closets, a finally make it out the door. "YATTA!" I yelled as I continued my merry way to find the dumpster…in an apartment complex…and with my fabulous sense of direction. I'll save you the trouble of listening to my trivial troubles and entertain you with my story.

Yeah, that's a biiiiiiiiiiiiiig step up…note my sarcasm.

Can it, Raven!

Hn. Fine. But why must you call me "Raven"? I have no true name, y'know.

Yeah, but I thought that was sad, and you kinda are my inner voice, so I named you. Deal.

Hn.

NO! Don't you DARE go Uchiha on me!

*smirks* Hn.

FINE! YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY BEING SHUNNED!

Uh…yeah. That was Raven, my inner voice. You see, I can hear voices. And yes, I own a t-shirt with the script "Your just jealous cause the voices talk to me" on it. It is awesome. Anyway, Raven is the first voice I've heard since I was beginning to hear them, and she's always been with me, kinda like a big sister in a way. I'd say she's my version of Sakura's Inner Voice from the anime Naruto. Except mine's freakin' cooler, and waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more awesome. AH! OFF TOPIC! My life's story! I was born in America, but at the age of twelve, moved to Japan because of a business move for my Dad. He's the CEO of a major company that I know nothing about. He kept his work a secret, so neither my mother or I knew, and if she did know, she wasn't telling me. AWESOMENESS RIGHT? No. He was never home, and whenever he was I never saw him, so it basically sucked. Mom teached, and still does, Preschool, so she was pretty quick to snap at me if I got on her nerves after she had to deal with 30 or so "yelling, screaming, trouble-making, slobbering, snot-nosed, spoiled-rotten, squealing bundles of irritation", or so my mom likes to put it, after a long day and a couple of sweet teas later. I got into the anime and manga world from my friends and just pure boredom. It quickly became my addiction, since I could live my fantasies through the characters, and the drawings were always to my liking. My dream has quickly become to be a manga artist and an author of books. That's what I was focusing on, until the that happened... Until Dad died.

He was coming home from an over sea meeting, when the plane he was on crashed, never to be found. The company got switched over to the vice-president, a sleaze-bag and a perv, who always stares at me and my mom in that creeper like way. Ugh, he gives me the creeps. Raven hates pervs, so every time I see him, she automatically starts to torture him in cruel and unusual ways, just cause he looks at me weird. Afterwards, mom got offered a job back in America for a well paying position as the Principal at a nice public school. She took it and then we spent time packing, saying goodbyes, and then the time to leave came. That was yesterday and we just got finished unpacking today. Its been four years since the initial move to Japan, and now I'm back. It's summer vacation right now, so no worries about school, for the time being. All my friends kinda drifted from me after the move, and I didn't make many in Japan. Only my Akira, the coolest, most level-headed spaz ever! The only friend I was still in touch with in America, was Bethany, the most purest and wonderful friend anybody could have. I loved them both as if they were my sisters, and they both promised to stay in touch, through everything. Facebook, texting, email, anything they could think of, we were on it and talking through it, constantly. My friends are weird, but I love'em!

A little info about me, is that I'm a daydreamer, and I wish that all animes were real and I could go to them. Leave my world for theirs, if even for a moment. Though I know that once that happened, I'd do everything in my power to stay. And I'd take my friends with me OF COURSE! They'd kill me if I didn't! As I was sayi-

Oh my gosh! Will you shut up! I bet no one's even listening now! You've lost readers for sure!

SILENCE! YOU ARE SHUNNED!

Fine… Hn.

Don't make me go over there. Don't. Make. Me.

Yes, ma'am. BELIEVE IT!

UH! No random Naruto quotes anymore! Move to something else!

You want me breaking out into a nonsensical monologue like Excalibur from Soul Eater? Or should I start yelling how I will surpass God? Or should I go on obnoxiously about how cool and not cool everything is? …Don't make me go Death the Kid on your unsymmetrical butt.

Um…you are forgiven. Please no monologues! *whimper*

Good girl. Now go on with what you're doing right now before you lose any more readers. Or else I'll make fun of our precious Toshiro Hitsugaya, Gaara of the Sand, and Death the Kid. FOOL!

You wouldn't dare…Okay fine, yes ma'am.

Good.

As I was saying before my whole back-story… Aha! As I was still walking around trying to find my way to the dumpster, I had gotten myself lost. Again. Oh well, I'll just keep looking. I start walking down random roads while listening to "Hitohira no Hanabira" by Stereopony on my iPod Touch. I LOVE THIS SONG! I started singing along, kinda loud. I have to say, my artistic and musical talents are very impressive. No, really. STOP LAUGHING! I can actually sing and draw! Very well too! Anyways, as I'm walking I discover a little black puppy dog in the middle of the road, sitting there just wagging its tail without a care in the world, staring at me. Straight at me. I'm not kidding, it's looking me right in the eyes. The puppy gets up, nods it's head towards me, and then starts to walk of down this path. It stops at the edge and waits expectantly for me.

"U-um, do you want me to follow you, urm, Mr. Puppy?" I ask.

The dog just nods it's head, like it understands me. Does it? I ran up to it and started walking along beside it, it still waggin' its tail.

"A-ano, may I give you a name? I don't see a dog collar on you, so I wanted to call you something other than "Hey you!", y'know?"

It just nods and keeps walking.

"Um…are you a boy or a girl? I thought it rude to, um, y'know, look myself…" I trailed off, blushing madly. Why am I blushing? Why am I even talking to it? The dog stopped abruptly and drew with its nose in the ground, the symbol for male. Y'know, that little circle with the arrow pointing up? Well…that settles it, I know his name!

"YATTA! Your name shall be Bugaboo!" I said, starry eyed at the dog, now known as Bugaboo. Bugaboo looks at me weird, then nods its head in approval. I smile at it with a big cheesy grin and continue to walk dutifully by his side. "But since that's a little too long, I shall give you the nickname, Boo! Heh!" I say to him, matter-of-factly. He just nods and wags his tail. I think he actually liked the name. I follow him for a few more minutes in the narrow, shaded path, until I see a bright shining light up ahead. I run full throttle, yelling at Bugaboo to hurry up, and break through the darkness into the light! And low and behold, what do I find? THE DUMPSTER!

"AH! ARIGATOU BUGABOO! THANKS!" I yell at Boo, who was wagging his tail delightedly now at my thanks. I bent down and rubbed his head affectionately. He beamed, I mean, if dogs can beam. Well whatever he did, it beamed happily. I went to throw the trash away, thinking about if I could convince Mom to keep Bugaboo or not, and how I would sneak him in if she said no, cause no matter what I was keeping that dog. Lost in my thoughts and the music playing in my ears, I had stuck the ear buds back in after I saw Boo, I didn't seem to notice Boo's barking, or the slithering sound of something sliding up behind me, fast.