Hello all, I'm not sure where I was going with this. I just got this idea while watching a movie (The Hangover if anyone really wants to know) and it wouldn't get out of my head. Of course, friends and family were a bit insulted that I wasn't giving the movie my full attention, but really, I'm not that much of a movie person. Anyway, they'll live. I guess I wanted to challenge myself, I've seen so many bad OC stories, and I'm always critiquing them, but really, I'm not so sure I can do much better. I don't care for hypocrites, so for me to be one... well then I wanted to know. I guess this is my way of testing myself, to see where exactly my skills lie. I really wanted people to get a good look into the brain of this Oc. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me when I'm messing up in this! I want my writing skill to broaden and expand like the wings of a butterfly when it first emerges from it's cocoon. (Hehe, sorry for that, I LOVE analogies.) Flames allowed, I guess, the same way that mosquitoes carrying malaria are allowed: You can't kill them until they've already stuck their ugly little noses where they don't belong and have poisoned the poor victim. So yeah, thanks! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Naruto, thanks.
Word Count: 1072
Prolouge
I sighed, dumping the small black spider outside. This was the third time this week, it was also the third day this week, I guess spiders just liked me. Too bad I almost hated them, if not for my love of all things fluffy I would absolutely despise them, the whole spider population was damn lucky I loved the furry spiders like wolf spiders and tarantulas, or there would be hundreds less spiders in the world. Unfortunately all the spiders that seemed especially clingy to me were the fluffy ones, I really did love all things fluffy, but even I had a limit when I found spiders attempting to nest in my hair every time I wanted to sleep.
Closing the door, I screwed the hole-filled lid onto my designated spider jar, made specifically of any spiders I wished to transport. Now that I had emptied my rooms of this night's spider I could sleep peacefully. Shuffling back to my room I dropped onto my bed, pulled off my glasses and tucked them into the green bag I kept near my side at practically all times. Hugging the bag to my chest, I fell to sleep.
When I opened my eyes I immediately knew something was wrong, it might have been the trees that stood where my wall usually was, it may have been the squirrel chewing an acorn a few inches away from my face. I guess that part isn't really important though. Worrying about how exactly I got to sleeping in the middle of the forest would probably be more crucial. Sitting up quickly, I felt a sudden, yet familiar weight on my shoulder. Glancing toward my side I confirmed that indeed, my ever faithful green bag was resting at my hips. Joy. Now, time to find where I was. Standing up, I located my glasses in the bag, slipping them on my nose I wandered off.
It was a few hours later and I finally found a path. I was trying to avoid looking into the sun, and since when I woke up there was still dew on the grass surrounding me I'm guessing that I had been heading east this whole time. I followed the path a bit more, when a small sign appeared around the corner. I was a bit worried when I saw the writing on it; it wasn't in English! Studying the symbols on the sign I soon identified the characters as Kanji. Oh joy, I knew like, five words in Japanese. I'm screwed. Luckily the sign was arrow shaped so I vaguely knew what it said. It also happened to be in the direction in which I was traveling, at least I had one thing going for me. Onward I continued.
Slowly the scenery changed from tall, green trees to a prairie landscape. A small village came into view, and as I neared it, the steady sounds of foreign voices and the hustle and bustle of every day life reached my ears. Although, as I got closer and closer I soon realized the familiar sound of car motors was not reaching my ears. That didn't make any sense though, Japan was the only country that primarily spoke Japanese, and they were one of the most advanced countries in the world. It was probably impossible to find such an underdeveloped town in Japan.
This was starting to kind of freak me out, so I decided to proceed with caution. Which pretty much meant that I wasn't going to interact with anyone. Which basically spelled out that my behavior would be nearly the same as it usually is, just a bit more cautious. But only a bit. What can I say, I'm a somewhat paranoid twelve year old with a crisis on my hands, good thing my under-exaggeration of everything helped me not freak out too much. Freaking out is a waste of energy, I hate wasting energy.
Now that I knew how exactly I would approach this new environment, I began searching for ways into the small village that wouldn't gain too much attention on my part. I decided that pretending I was just a normal kid would be a good approach. So, sticking to the path, in plain sight, I proceeded into the little town.
Brushing off the occasional passerby who wanted to chat, I continued on. It was better to appear rude that different in situations like this. Blending in is more important than individuality, as long as it helped you survive. Some people would disagree, those people are stronger than me, I have no problem accepting I have my limits. Maybe if I got so strong that I didn't need to fear other people, if I ever got to the point where I did not need to fear death. I did not want that power though, so I will stay here.
Wandering into a tavern-like building, I searched the walls for any information on where I was. I may not know much about the area, but I did know that in less populated towns like this, information that would be likely to be protected from everyone save for a select few would be more accessible to the general public.
Spotting a bulletin board with sheets of paper hanging from it in the corner, I carefully stepped my way towards it. Hoping and praying that no one would take notice of me on my way to the opposite side of the room. My luck seemed to have journeyed with me to this strange place, because no one even bothered to take more than a passing glance at me.
The map was covered in little colorful tacks which were scattered across the board, they connected to small thumbnail pictures of mean, strange looking men and women with an obnoxious bright yellow yarn. The most worrisome thing of the map was that I recognized it. One large portion of red land, marked with a swirling leaf symbol. Another batch of the map was stained a weird purple rock, a simple pair of lumpy rock-like things, then there was the blue/gray/green blotch with the weird hourglass and the yellow patch with what looked like puddles. Other familiar symbols popped up, along with some I had never seen before, but all of them fit. But that wasn't possible, it couldn't be... could it? Was I really in the same land as Naruto? How will I get home?