OK! This might not be amazing or anything since this is my first fanfiction, but there shouldn't be too much trouble with spelling and such, me being a bit OCD and all. So read, enjoy, and maybe review if it wouldn't bother you to brighten my day.

Disclaimer! This is called fanfiction for a reason. I only own the OC's, not Naruto, not jell-o, not kool-aid, and defiantly not Starbucks.

Chapter One! Who Didn't See It Coming?


xXxItaly's POVxXx

It was a surprisingly cool summer day, the Fourth of July to be exact. I was riding my bike in the quaint downtown area of my little town. My best friend was lagging behind on the steep hill, her blonde hair sticking to her face. I stopped my bike at the top of the hill, waiting for her with the little patience I had. "Come on, Colette!" I called down to her, exasperation obvious in my voice.

I could see Colette roll her eyes at my impatience. "Sorry that I'm not a cycling fanatic, Italy," I heard her grumble as she approached. I knew Colette was just being lazy. We've biked together hours every day since we got bikes for Christmas in the 1st grade.

"Whatever," I sighed, starting to ride back down the street again. "Hurry up! We need to pick up Phoebe!"

"Bleh!" Colette stuck her tongue out at me, flashing her tongue piercing. I ignored her in favor of not running over pedestrians.

Eventually we picked up Phoebe from the groomers. Phoebe is my dad's Bichon Frise. She's a cute little puffball of a dog that randomly appeared at the animal shelter one day when I was volunteering. Yeah, I volunteer at the animal shelter. Deal with it. But, anyway she really did just randomly pop up. I was feeding some puppy or whatever, turned around, and Phoebe was just there in a formerly empty cage. A bit strange to say the least.

Colette suddenly popped in front of me, carrying said Phoebe. We had deposited our bikes at Phoebe's groomer in favor of walking to the park to watch the fireworks. We still celebrated the Fourth of July here no matter how close to Canada we were. "What's up?" said Colette.

I smiled at my darling friend, "Not much. I was just thinking about Phoebe."

Colette tapped her chin with her finger, "That's right! It is your birthday after all, Phoebe." Colette cuddled the white pooch.

I laughed at her adoration of the dog. Colette never got tired of Phoebe, no matter how much they saw each other. Colette was my foster sister after all. Why's that, do you ask? Well, in short her parents were broke buttfaces that got themselves into jail. This all happened when we were just five. Yeah, that's how long we've known each other. Colette's lived with my parents, certified foster parents, ever since.

People often confused us for real sisters, but I don't see how. Colette had pin-straight pale blonde hair and huge grey-greenish eyes. I also had-emphasis on the had- blonde hair, but my eyes were crazier than hers. That was something since no one could even really even tell what color her eyes were. Anyway, one of my eyes was violet-y blue while the other was blueish-green. And my hair? It used to be dirty blonde. At the moment, it was neon blue. I dyed it blue a while ago to cosplay Konan, and it just sort of stuck.

Anyway, we made it to the park. My dad waved us over to a picnic table where the whole family was. My mom was staring at the cupcakes longingly while my grandma was playing Angry Birds on her phone. My dad was now petting Phoebe while my little foster sister, Kimberly was drawing. Kimberly smiled up at us through her dark bangs, "Hi, Italy-sensei. Hi Colette-sensei," she said softly, quite as always.

My grandma looked up from her game and gathered the two of us in a huge hug. "There are my black belts!" she laughed. My grandma liked to remember that someone in her family wasn't a failure. I don't know why she didn't just look at her son who paid for her luxurious retirement estate in Beverly Hills, but whatever.

"Hi, Grandma!" I smiled into the group hug.

"How was Japan, Grammy?" said Colette. Yep, Colette was considered family by my grandma who hated people even more than I did. I think Grandma actually liked her better than me…

Grandma finally released us from the group hug of doom. "It was fantastic. You two have to come with me next time."

Colette laughed, "You know we can't speak Japanese!"

"Ah! Well, it would be a perfect opportunity to learn," Grandma said sagely. She reminds me of those old kung-fu masters in the movies because she was old and smart and a black belt, but those were just my thoughts.

Eventually, Grandma went back to Angry Birds, leaving Colette and me to help Kimberly with some karate moves or as my baby sister called it taijutsu. Kimberly was a devout Naruto fan, as made obvious by her shirt. She got us hooked on the anime/manga, and Colette and I are about as enthusiastic about it as she is. When Kimberly first found out Colette and I took karate, Kimberly begged us to teach her so her dream of being a badass ninja could be closer to being fulfilled. She was an impressively fast learner, but still couldn't compete with our experience.

Colette and I eventually began wrestling in the overgrown grass. Kimberly challenged us to a Frisbee tournament, and Grandma declared herself the winner. She didn't even play… She started attacking me over it with her wicked karate skills while Colette danced around us, cheering for Grandma. Kimberly made Phoebe cheer for me. I ended up wrestling with Colette again. We were about as violent and messy as boys. We still liked to play in the mud, and Colette and I could drive! Well, legally drive.


Colette, Kimberly, and I were sitting in a tree. The fireworks didn't start till 9 and guess what time it was? No estimates? Seven freaking thirty!

"God, I'm bored!" Colette complained, fiddling with a twig.

"You mean Jashin, sensei," Kimberly corrected, looking up from a sketch.

"Oh yeah," said Colette. "Jashin-sama, hear my pleas for entertainment!"

I grinned, struck with inspiration for entertainment, "Hey, I've got an idea."

"What is it, Italy?" Colette looked down at me from her perch on the higher branch.

"Well, Colette-chan," I smiled up at her. "Mom brought strawberry jell-o and kool-aid, right?"

"Yeah…" Colette answered.

I smiled, "Maybe we need to pray to our god."

A mischievous smile lit up the blonde's face while Kimberly beamed at me and ran back to the picnic table, jumping about 7 feet from the tree, making Mom cringe. But being Kimberly she just smiled up at me evilly, unfazed by the fall, "I'll get it."

About five minutes later, we were standing in a patch of dirt with jell-o, kool-aid, and a fake knife. You know, the one type use in movies. Don't ask me why Grandma had it in her purse, but she did anyway...

Anyway, after testing the knife out on a tree to make sure I really didn't stab myself, I put some melted jell-o and kool-aid in little baggies over random places on my body. "'Kay, Kimberly, cover your ears!" I said. I dunno why since she was 14, just 2 years younger than us, but I did anyway.

"Whatever, sensei," Kimberly rolled her dark eyes.

I took a deep breath then yelled, "Listen up, fuckers! Listen to the word of Jashin-sama, you pathetic atheists!" Colette chuckled at this. It was one of her favorite insults. "Cower in the power of Jashin-sama, or consider your soul fucked and on a one way train to Hell!"

Colette was laughing madly, and I had started to attract attention. I began laughing maniacally like I could see Hidan doing in this situation then took the knife and plunged it into the jell-o bag on my hand. I started cackling madly at the onlookers reactions and let the jell-o drip onto the ground. As I drew the symbol in the dirt, I continued, "Now, fuckers, join me in the praise of the almighty Jashin-sama or be damned!"

I could see Grandma laughing with my parents. I have a terribly uncaring family. I continued anyway, amused by the confused onlookers. "Alright, dickheads, learn the word of Jashin-sama!" I spouted some random shit about Jashinism, "stabbing" myself several times to the horror of the onlookers. When I finally "stabbed" my heart, I swear at least 3 people screamed. My older family members were rolling around with laughter.

Colette finally came up to me after the onlookers figured out I hadn't committed suicide and put a hand on my shoulder, "Okay, Italy-chan, I believe these people are hopeless."

"Quite," I agreed.

I went back to the picnic table to be praised by my grandma for "exploiting the stupidity of the common folk." That's really what she told me…

My mom just rolled her eyes at our antics. She had been forced to endure several lectures on Naruto, and was familiar with and quite fond of Hidan.

"That was bloody brilliant!" my dad laughed, not quite sure what was going on. But since he seemed to hate people like most in my family, he was quite amused by the reactions of the onlookers.

Phoebe began licking the jell-o and kool-aid off me like the adorable puppy she is. She had a ring of red around her muzzle, scaring many random people.

While waiting for the fireworks, Colette managed to kidnap two children who were playing with Phoebe. She locked them in a port-o-potty with some candy so they would stay quiet. Their dad flipped out, but their mom seemed rather relieved that she didn't have to deal with them anymore. I highly doubt the kids got to see the fireworks that night.


Finally, after a good hour, the fireworks started. Kimberly, Colette, and I were on a grassy slope. There was a slight wind that combed through our hair and dragged the fireworks across the sky. When the first firework popped in the sky, I exclaimed, "Look! It's art!"

Colette scoffed, "Art? Ha! Art lasts forever, to be enjoyed for all generations to come."

"Oh, really?" I continued the banter. "If you have something for eternity, how the hell are you ever going to appreciate it?"

"Ah, but you have all of time to enjoy!" Colette countered.

Our bicker in honor of our favorite nonexistent artists continued until Kimberly interrupted, "You two know what art really is? Parfaits." Yep, that shut us up until the grand finally. When all of those went off, we were cheering and screeching like banshees caught in a bear trap.

We got a lot of weird looks once I decided to declare it true art and Colette countered. We ended up wrestling and screaming until Phoebe decided to join, successfully separating us. It was only a bit of a mess.

All good things come to an end eventually, I guess. It was nearing 11 o'clock, and the police were trying to kick us out. Grandma came up to us. "Girls, I'm afraid my son can't drive you back since he decided to drive a sports car here, and I can't really take you either since I also brought a sports car, so…"

Colette laughed, "That's okay, Grammy. Our bikes our just a couple blocks down."

"We can take Phoebe, too," I offered.

"Good girls!" Grandma patted our heads.

I collected Phoebe then told my parents that we were going to get our bikes. Colette and I set off to get our bikes. Colette and I debated which color of the rainbow was the most creative while we walked. Indigo won, by the way.

Colette convinced me to cut though an alley. That would be a decision I will look back to and regret and rejoice. The two of us were too busy discussing lions to notice the stray firework whistling strait at us.

"Holy Jashin-sama!" we both shrieked and turned away. Perhaps it wouldn't kill us, but I was in no mood to get third degree burns. Anyway, I was waiting for the explosion, heart pounding in my ears, but after a few seconds, I didn't hear an explosion. I just assumed it didn't just explode, but I'm not great with explosives. Slowly, I peaked at the explosive to see the most law-defying sight I'd yet to see.

The firework was suspended in the air, an explosion beginning to poke out of it like someone pressed the pause button on the universe. It was quite beautiful, really, with the white-hot light and the ash of the bindings barely detached.

That wasn't the only thing out of place, though. Phoebe was glaring at the firework, where she should have been cowering. That wasn't the real problem. Her eyes were… glowing… green… Just a bit odd, though something about the dog always has been.

But wait! There's more! Yep, things always come in threes. The third thing just happened to be a tall, rather handsome man in medieval sort of priest robes just down the alley. He wasn't quite glowing, but rather he had a golden aura about him that made him look like he glowed.

"Um, Colette," Colette was still cowering behind Phoebe, like she did at horror movies. When I spoke she opened an eye. Cue gasp! Well, or not. She just closed it again then opened them both.

She straitened herself and confronted the odd glowing man. "W-who are you?"

The man raised an eyebrow, obviously not expecting Colette to regain her composure so quickly. That's my Colette, my just about bipolar sort of sister! "Well," he began. "I wished to confront you about the ritual you preformed tonight."

I decided to speak up, "What? Did we scare you kid or something?"

"Well, you see," the man sighed, "I happened to be quite offended by it."

"Oh," I said. This man was giving me the creeps, and I'm pretty sure it was because he was glowing… or floating.

Colette, the sweetheart she is, apologized, "Sir, I can assure that my friend did not mean to offend you, and I apologize for letting her do so."

"Yeah, sorry," I added, clueless as always.

The man sighed again, "You do not understand."

"No, no I don't," I replied stupidly before Colette could open her mouth.

Again the man sighed, "Let me be as blunt as possible." I nodded and he continued. "I happen to be the god Jashin."

Cue gasp from Colette! Or not… Instead, she cocked her head to the side, "Excuse me, sir-er, lord-but I do not understand how you were offended."

"Ah-ha!" I accused. "So that's who you are!" I got a peculiar look from the supposed Lord Jashin and a hiss from Colette. "What?" I laughed. "He never answered your question, Colette." She just rolled her eyes.

"Well, anyway," this Jashin fellow cleared his throat and pulled a bag of jell-o from his robes. "when one does a ritual, I expect blood not this… whatever this is… Anyhow, I drink blood not this." Jashin waved the bag of jell-o for emphasis.

Colette gasped (finally), "So you're a vampire!"

"What? NO!" Jashin sighed for the umpteenth time. "It just gives me knowledge of the world- wait! You are sending me off on a tangent." Jashin pinched the bridge of his nose. "But back on track. What was I saying? Oh, yes! As I said, I do not appreciate being deprived of blood during rituals, so I sent this explosive to punish you," he gestured to the suspended firework. "That did not work since you are here to intervene." Jashin pointed an accusing finger at… Colette?

"Me!" Colette cried indignantly.

"No! The dog!" Jashin corrected.

"Phoebe?" said Colette, finally looking down to see the pup's glowing eyes. "Ah! Phoebe!"

The dog simply closed her eyes and sighed (what's with all the sighing today?), "Okay, Jashin-sama, you caught me."

Colette and I shared a gasp, "Phoebe!"

Phoebe glared up at us, showing slits of green, "Yeah, I can talk. Get used to it. Oof! DON'T DROP ME, DAMNIT!"

Colette looked down at the dog sheepishly, "Heh, sorry!"

"Ah-hem," Jashin cleared his throat. "Back to me."

"Sorry," I said.

Jashin continued, "Alright, since the dog intervened, I will have to go with my second option of punishment."

"Wh-what is it?" Colette asked nervously, picking Phoebe back up.

"I am going to send you somewhere so you can give me all the blood I need," the god said.

"Where?" I asked, suspicions already flitting through my mind.

Jashin smiled slightly, "A place you may know as the world of Naruto."

Colette and I exchanged a glance before breaking into roars of laughter. I managed to get out, "A punishment? That'd be paradise!"

Jashin snorted, "Whatever."

Colette composed herself, the reality of the storybook-like situation sinking in, "Well, he's got a point, I guess. We can't speak, forget read, Japanese, and we don't have any chakra."

"Oh…" Maybe it wouldn't be such a great thing after all…

Jashin laughed, "Oh, no! I do not intend to leave you powerless or unable to communicate! I need blood, remember?"

A sparkle came to Colette's eyes and my excitement returned. She smiled, "You are going to give us chakra?"

"Well, activate the system," Jashin looked a bit confused by our excitement. "You have the system; it just does not make chakra yet."

I asked rapidly, "Ooh! Can I get ice type chakra! No wait! I want storm!"

Colette continued bombarding him with questions, "Can I get the Sharingan? No wait! The Rinnegan!"

"I want the Byakugan!"

"Wait no; I want that kid's bloodline with the bones and stuff!"

"Wait! I want the 3rd Kazekage's bloodline!"

Jashin's eyebrows twitched with irritation, "No! I mean, I cannot. I would have to change your DNA for that to be possible. Though, I suppose I could be a bit lenient…"

"So I can get the Rinnegan?"

"And I get that crazy bone bloodline?"

"No," Jashin sighed. He really was nicer than I thought, what with him putting up with us and all. "I could perhaps change your element since it has yet to be decided. You know of those I suppose?"

"YES!" Colette cheered. "Can I get water? No, fire! Wait, lightning! Yeah, can I get lightning?"

"Yes, child," scratch that, Jashin was the nicest guy ever. I am not going to mind worshiping him, I thought. "And you?" he asked me.

"Um…" I took my time choosing, indecisive as ever, "Wind!"

"Hey!" Colette exclaimed. "You just chose that because I chose lightning! Can I change mine?"

Jashin chuckled, "Sorry! But we have wasted enough time. I believe your dog is about to give." I couldn't help but notice the way he spat out dog. "Now I must send you two off!" He began making handsigns, "Now you two are going to feel tired at first, but that is only because you will not have much chakra."

I would have been thinking that we didn't have any chakra to begin with, so why would we be tired, but it just so happened that our world was fading, being replaced the rough sketch of a forest.

Colette seemed to be taking the whole thing well; she was just looking around curiously. If not for her dropping Phoebe, I would have thought she was fine. Our world was fading, and the sketched world became more vivid. Once I could barely see the ghost of our world, I noticed Phoebe's eyes revert to their typical dark brown. I heard a faint pop and felt a slight heat on my chest. Must be the firework. I thought from somewhere in the back of my mind.

The forest finally came into clear view. It perhaps would have been a normal forest was it not for the thin black lines outlining everything, even me. I felt an unfamiliar weight around my neck, and I looked down to see a familiar symbol, a Jashinist rosary. I looked over to see Colette inspecting hers.

Colette looked up. Something about her was off. It was her eyes. As I said before, she has unusually large eyes, but since we just got sucked into an anime, they were imaginably huge. But that wasn't all. In reality, they're an odd green-grey, but now they were… brighter. It was almost like someone took the ridiculous lime green from paint shop and splashed it on her irises.

Colette was giving me the same bizarre look that I was likely giving her at the moment. "What?" I said.

"You look different," Colette said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which I guess it was.

"Well, yeah, you do, too," I rolled my eyes.

"Duh!" Colette rolled her disturbingly green eyes. "I mean your hair is blonde again and your eyes are… brighter."

I grabbed my long pony tail and it was, in fact, dirty blonde again. I screamed in horror. I loved my blue hair! But wait! "What do you mean my eyes are brighter?"

"Here," Colette handed me a mirror. I gasped once my reflection came into veiw. My eyes had, like Colette's, been enhanced. As I mentioned my eyes are different colors from each other: one is purple-blue and the other green-blue. The difference was subtle but now it wasn't: one was a vivid violet while the other was a shocking teal.

"Ugh," I handed Colette her mirror back in disgust at my "enhanced" appearance. "Here you go."

Colette took back in her mirror, "Thank you."

We both paused. She did not just speak English. It was "Japanese," we both whispered. Colette ruined the tense moment by looking in the mirror and discovering what happened to her eyes.

"Oh Jashin!" she screamed. Yeah, Colette was a tad self-conscious, especially when it came to her eyes. We shared an awkward moment of her staring at her eyes in the mirror with horror until she broke the finally broke the silence, "Hey aren't we suppose to be tired?"

"Yeah…"

"I don't feel tired at all," a wide smile spread across Colette's face. "In fact I feel like I just got back from Starbucks!"

I thought about it for a second. I felt… energized! It was amazing! It was chakra! I think…

I didn't have time to think, though, because Colette happened to be running some random direction. "C'mon, Italy!"

I laughed and ran after her, rosary pounding against my chest. This was an interesting twist in my life.


Oh dear. It seems like they forgot about Phoebe…

So what did you think? Was it worth your time to read? Was it incredible? Was it terrible? Was it so bad you want to stalk me and eat my first born son? If that's it, it must have been pretty bad since I'm not old enough to go around bearing my first son, but whatever.

OK! So that was my first attempt at fanfiction. I know the plot's a bit (a LOT) overused, but I tried to make it so that their purpose in the land o' Naruto was more than that the T.V. ate them... Oh, yeah! The names were totally random! Sorry if you hate them or whatever.

Well, I'm rambling. So I'd love you if you would review and all that jazz even if it's just to point out some huge error like butchered grammar and such. I'll try to put up the next chapter by tomorrow.

Okay! Love you guys! Review! :D