Authors Note:

First story i'm uploading and I barely figured out how to put a story on so say good luck to me on trying to figure out how i'm going to upload more chapters. If you could tell me i'd really appreciate it. I'd also appreciate reviews. But seriously, how do I add more chapters?

Summary- In the car accident my head was hit and I was told to look out for some weird signs. Now instead of my insomnia, I am sent to another world when i sleep. This world is filled with dangerous ninja and people who want to kill me! While here I make bonds and even fall in love! When night falls they don't know I leave this world though and go back to my crappy old life of abuse. When the time omes will i choose Earth, or the world of Naruto?

Chapter 1- How it all began

My eye twitched as I watched what was happening in front of me, my two idiotic brothers were splayed on the floor with flour around them. Both had looks of surprise that would make someone who had a full night of sleep and not good control of their emotions burst out laughing. The problem with me was that I did have control of my emotions and I never sleep well. I also never laughed or smiled, I was usually very depressing. My brothers then noticed my appearance in the kitchen.

"Oh hey Tami!" said Jack. Jack was 19 with that personality that made you either want to slap him, and if not love him. He was also pretty handsome with shaggy black hair and pale blue-grey eyes that shined with playfulness.

"Morning Tami." said Chris who Jack was perched on, this was going to be a good story. Chris was another interesting boy. he was also 19 and was Jack's twin, he had dark brown eyes that showed curiosity and brown hair that was more wavy than curly like Jack's, both took after both parents. My dad had brown hair and blue eyes while our mother had black hair and brown eyes.

"What were you two doing with flour at 7 in the morning?" I asked, my voice wasn't too bad. It was somewhere between perfect and deep, it was good for singing. There were few things I liked; the list was Anime, art, working out, gymnastics, music, and weapons. That was about it though, not much of a people person. Jack scratched his head and Chris chuckled nervously, they only did this when they knew I was going to knock them upside the head for stupidity.

"Well you see." started Chris when Jack cut him off.

"Don't blame us! Blame, uh… the dog!" said Jack looking around wildly for a dog. We didn't have a dog. I sighed and put my hands up in mock surrender.

"Fine, explain this to mom when she comes down and good luck with dad. Though knowing him, I'm the one getting the beating. In other words I surrender to the stupidity you two emanate" I said turning around leaving to go back to my room.

I liked our house, it had 3 bedrooms on the main level then an attic bedroom that I had. I pulled down the stairs that led up to my room and climbed them quickly before slamming it shut and looking around my room. It was a depressing room filled with dark colors, but then over by my computer desk was a wall filled with Naruto characters I had drawn, gotten from magazines, or had printed from the computer.

I walked over to my mirror and glared at my reflection. My black hair was pulled into a messy side ponytail and to my despair, I had inherited genes from my dad's parents. The tips of my hair went from black to red, not orange but red. It was natural too so I always had to explain this when a teacher asked me why my hair was dyed. My eyes were also something I had inherited from my grandparents, they were bi-colored. One was a minty green that most wouldn't think was natural while the other was a steely silver with hints of my dad's icy blue eyes. I thought brown eyes were the dominant gene but apparently I was wrong. Then instead of my mom's tan skin, I had gotten my grandma's sickly pale color, Chris and Jack were not too tan but not too pale either. I sighed and went and pulled my head into my pillow. I was wearing my usual pajamas, my brother's formal button up shirts with a pair of black booty shorts that were almost hidden under the shirt. I loved wearing big shirts that I got from guys, so Jack and Chris.

Jack refused to wear fancy dress shirts and instead wore those shirts that were black tees with a tuxedo drawing on the front. It bothered my parents but Chris found it funny and it amused me on the inside.

My head was in the pillow for a reason, I was trying to suffocate myself. I never slept well and it took its tolls on me, I looked like the living dead. I heard a knock on my door and I just yelled a "What?" into my pillow. The door open and my mom came up into my room. She reminded me of a small Asian lady like she should; she was a small Asian lady. None of me or my siblings inherited the facial structure though, just her hair, and for Chris, her eye color.

"Itami, get dressed. We're going out for breakfast." she said making her way to my anime wall to glare at it distastefully. Then she glared at the unhidden switchblade on my desk, I usually kept it in a hollowed book but I took it out to sharpen it and forgot to put it back.

"What is it with you and your weapons? What is it with you and your colorful animated TV? Why can't you be a normal girl? Why can't you wear skirts and not wear so much dark things and makeup?" she ranted, she always took out her frustration on me. So did my dad, here was how they worked. My mom took down self esteem and mind while my dad got physical. Jack and Chris were guys and 3 years older so they weren't attacked. I had scars though, I always wonder why me but then realize, oh yeah, I'm the one with random genes from the family gene pool. My parents hated things to stick out, so when Jack put on his band shirts, mom wouldn't let us leave until he changed. I usually stayed home.

"I even got you something new to wear!" she chirped, ooh a present? For the unwanted child? Great. From behind her she pulled out some folded clothes that I already disliked from the fact they were bright pink and white. She held them out for me to observe. The top was a tube top and was bright pink. It would go to my bellybutton and that was a problem because my mom hated piercings, and my bellybutton was pierced.

That's only problem number one. Problem number two with the shirt was it would show my scars. Next was the skirt, it was short and white with pink flowers on it. Problem with it, it showed scars and was way too short! I admit that I can sometimes look like a goth hooker, what with some of my shredded jeans, but this skirt? if I wasn't careful, my ass would be shown to the world.

I was not wearing that. I glared at it, one of the emotional things I did was glare.

"Change." ordered my mom in the tone that clearly stated 'Change or I'm calling your father'. I sighed and grabbed the clothes before walking into the bathroom my awesome attic bedroom had.

I changed and found it to be uncomfortably pushing my breasts up making them look bigger. My breasts had already been bigger than I'd have wanted them, now it was way too uncomfortable. Then on my arms clear lines were formed from my wrist to elbow from self-cutting, I relieved stress that way. I know it's wrong and I have tried stopping, if you look the newest one is on my wrist and is a newer scar, it was 6 months old. Then the skirt showed my legs, they were skinny and long making me the proud 5'9 I was. I surpassed my mother but my dad was taller than me being 6'4. Then Jack and Chris were taller, being 5'11 and 6'1 respectively.

"Come out and show me how pretty you are." demanded my mom when I noticed I had been in there for 10 minutes. I walked out and her critical eyes scanned me making me feel smaller.

"Hm, your breasts are good and you have hips and a flat stomach. I don't know where your figure is from seeing mine but the top makes you look good and the skirt shows your legs. And that piercing looks good with your others but I'd prefer you to only have one in your ears." she said and then noticed my hair.

"Let me do your hair." she said and this was one of our bonding moments that we had once in a blue moon. She took my waist length hair and pulled it into a neat Chinese style bun and smiled at me when she was done.

"You look nice Itami, now let's go." she said grabbing my arm. I rolled my eyes, she made me wear white wedged sandals, I think that's the term. I hate fashion so I wouldn't know.

We all poured into my dads small white car, I was stuck against the window because Jack wanted to fool around with Chris.

"Hey Itami what are you wearing?" asked Jack noticing my discomfort at sitting because my skirt was almost showing my underwear.

"Fashionable clothing." said mom from the shot gun seat before I could explain my distasteful clothing. My dad was driving, I didn't like this idea because his eyes were slightly red showing he was having a hangover. That was probably why the beating last night he stabbed me with a kitchen knife, no worries. I had wrapped up my shoulder so that I wasn't bleeding. And I healed somewhat fast too, but I scarred very easily. I felt Jack trace a scar on my shoulder.

"You have so many scars." he muttered to himself as Chris leaned over him to trace one from my thumb to my elbow.

Then Jack noticed something. He flipped my arm over and noticed the lines in rows and crisscrossed going from my wrist to my elbow. He stared and so did Chris.

"Itami…" he whispered. I grabbed my arm back and looked out the window. A tense silence came between the three of us.

"Red punch buggy!" yelled Chris whacking Jack breaking the silence because they began beating each other up. I could tell that Chris had done it, all because he wanted to break the silence.

"Both of you shut up!" snapped my dad. His driving was shaky, I think he had a bottle of something when he woke up. Jack and Chris stopped but a few seconds later they were at something again.

"Hey look!" yelled Jack pointing at a disturbing sight, a man was jogging wearing neon shorts that looked like a skirt and was very short; he was pale and wasn't wearing a shirt. I honestly think he was a stripper that forgot to pull his shorts off. My mom stared in disgust.

"People these days." she said and unfortunately, Chris heard this.

"You think that's weird? At the high school a kid showed up naked!" said Chris snorting from laughter, Jack started laughing. That kid was expelled, and lost his girlfriend, his dignity was obviously gone too. The laughing was too loud for my dad's sensitive hangover/drunk again state.

He turned around in his seat, took his hands off the wheel and yelled "Shut the hell up!" This, obviously, was a very stupid thing for him to do.

That's when my mom screamed. We all looked forward and I swear it was slow motion. The car swerved to the right and the shotgun seat's airbag went off as we smashed into a truck. Then our car flung around smashing into another car and finally a car behind us smashed into my side behind my dad after we did a 360 spin. My window smashed and something smacked my head because the last thing I remember was a pain in my head and me thinking 'I thought I was going to die from a beating'.

I apparently wasn't killed.

I woke up with a blinding white ceiling facing me and an annoying beeping. I was confused as hell. Where was I? I looked around and familiarized myself with the room, mainly white with a black TV that was off, a light wood toned dresser, an open door, a closed door, a curtain, and a sink was what I could see. Then I was in a bed, it had uncomfortable scratchy sheets and was up more than down.

I tried to sit up and a shooting pain flew through my head making my arm go to my forehead. Something tugged at my arm and I looked at it. It was a needle, inserted into my arm, leading to an IV and machine that was making the annoying beeping. It hit me.

Hospital, I was in a hospital. I looked around more to notice no one was visiting, I began to worry. What if Chris and Jack didn't make it? What if mom didn't make it? Despite her not being the best parent, I didn't wish death upon her. I didn't care if dad made it or not, I hated him. He, I would wish death upon.

My hand reached to the orange nurse button on the side of my bed, I remember visiting some relative and them always pushing the nurse button that's how I knew what it was. A nurse appeared about 5 minutes later.

"Ah hello Miss Duncan, how are you feeling?" asked the woman, she was average, blonde-brown hair and blue eyes looking at me with false happiness.

"W-what happened?" I asked. She came closer and sat in the chair next to my bed.

"Well of the car wreck your mother was put in ICU, you were the next most injured and are in ICU. Your two brothers aren't too bad with one having a sprained shoulder and the other having a sprained wrist. Your father was saved by the airbag." she explained slowly, I was injured not dumb or retarded lady.

I hated hospitals because they underestimate their patients. My grandmother that I actually liked was almost worthy of being a ninja from Naruto. She escaped the hospital 3 times unnoticed, made it home, and was pretty much in perfect health and only there because of bad blood tests from idiotic doctors.

"How was I injured?" I asked. "Just your head was hit when another car ran into yours, you were knocked out for 2 days." said the nurse. Oh great, I missed Monday of school, probably the rest of the week too from what my grandmother tells me about her hospital visits.

"Ok, can I go home?" I asked and she nodded. Guess grandma was wrong.

"When your father comes to pick you up, can you get ready on your own after I take out your IV?" she asked and I nodded. She took out all the machines in me, more than I thought, and let me get up before leaving to call my dad. I changed into clothes Jack or Chris had probably brought; a black sweatshirt that said 'Bite Me' on the chest, and black ripped jeans and my favorite black combat boots. Then someone had remembered my black leather gloves. As I was fixing my chest length bangs to hand over the right side of my face to cover my blue eye the doctor arrived.

"Miss Duncan?" he asked and I turned around after pulling the rest of my hair into a bun on the opposite side of my head, but the bun was half complete so I had hair from a ponytail coming from it, I liked it that way.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You had slight brain damage, so if there is anything weird, behavior, seeing things, hearing problems, insomnia, etc please tell me." he said, he looked like a doctor. Slightly balding with brown eyes that looked black.

"Ok, but I already have insomnia." I reported and he nodded.

"Maybe that was fixed." he joked with a smile and laugh, I just stayed with a blank face.

The door opened again to real Jack and Chris.

"Tami!" yelled Jack as he ran and grabbed me in a bear hug around my waist and lifting me onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The doctor just kind of stared as I glared at the floor.

"Down." I ordered when Chris came over to steal me from Jack. They listened and plopped me down on my feet.

"C'mon dad signed you out so we can leave now!" said Chris and I looked at my doctor, to find thin air. He must have left during the spectacle Jack and Chris had created.

"Alright." I muttered and we all left my room.

"So how's mom?" I asked as we waited in the elevator.

"Good, she is awake but can't talk and has breathing tubes." reported Jack. That was good? The doors opened and we left, the security desk was empty. No wonder grandma always left so easily.

My dad was waiting in our other car; it was only a 4 person vehicle though, unless you really wanted to be squished in the back. So Chris took shot gun.

"We made you a cake Tami!" Jack informed me and I studied my dad.

"Mm." I murmured as I looked for signs of rage or drunkenness. He had slightly red eyes and a fire to them; I was getting beaten tonight for sure.

We got home and I immediately left for my room where I turned on my computer and looked up the newest Naruto episode I missed while unconscious. I enjoyed it and then started drawing an Akatsuki member, Deidara to be exact. I already knew what was going to happen to the ones from the Japanese being ahead of us Americans. That was because I watched subbed too, so really I just watched the newest sub. I do watch them in English to compare though and I must say, Hidan is better in Japanese because he cuss's more. But I like cussing on TV so I shouldn't be blamed. Actually I liked cussing in general, but I didn't cuss as much as I could because of the threat of being beaten.

I heard my door being pulled down but I ignored it, too interested in getting Deidara's hair right. I loved his hair, it looks cool. I tried getting my hair like that and failed horribly, so I kept my half ponytail bun to the side with a bang thing.

All of a sudden something grabbed my head by the roots of my hair and my face was smashed into my desk. Reasons why this hurt more than it should, I had my piercings in. I had my tongue and lip pierced with one piercing. Then I had a labret, 3 piercings on each eyebrow, and 1 on each nostril. Then I had 1 bar going through my ear, 2 hoops in my cartilage, and 2 stubs on my lobe. Then my bellybutton but you already know that.

My face was pulled back up and I was forced around at an awkward angle to meet my father's drunken glare.

"Say goodnight, bitch." he said slamming my face onto the floor before kicking his boot into my side. I clutched my side and he grabbed my switchblade from my desk. My eyes widened as he flipped it out and swung it down at me. I rolled to the side and he got it stuck in the floor.

"Its your fault your mother isn't here!" he said, the alcohol was stinking up the room from his breath and he was slurring slightly. I stood up and clutched my side as I tried to get to the trapdoor. He grabbed my hair again and threw me into the wall. I fell on my side and he gave me one last kick on the back before snarling "Lousy whore." and leaving.

Slowly I stood, keeping an arm around my stomach. It took some time before the pain dulled enough for me to move. I closed and locked my door before changing into Chris's Three Days Grace tee shirt that I stole and a pair of dark blue booty shorts and I curled into bed. The lights were out and I could see out the small window above my bed perfectly.

I watched the starless night for awhile until a shooting star crossed my path. Remembering a childhood rhyme, I decided to humor myself.

"Star light, star bright. The first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight." I mumbled before pulling my hands together and whispering to my closed hands. "I wish my life were better." and like that with my hands clasped in a hand sign, I fell asleep.

I woke up to rustling leaves, I went along with it sleepily until the thought that I shouldn't hear leaves from my room. I opened my eyes to the bright of daylight; my thoughts were 'What the hell?' as I scanned my surroundings more. I was in a grassy area with trees surrounding me. I obviously was wondering what happened and why I was outside. I'm going to kill Jack and Chris, I decided after about a minute of thinking. Jack and Chris had probably moved me outside to prank me. I was probably in the wooded area just outside of our town. But soon after I got up, I noticed that it wasn't like the area by my home.

I looked around more. I found that the trees weren't completely like the ones back home, how far did they take me for this? It couldn't have been too far seeing as how I barely ever slept. And my trapdoor was locked too, you can't pick it either. I was still in my pajamas except they showed my scars because it wasn't long-sleeved like Jack's dress shirt.

I sighed and began walking; if they brought me out here they wouldn't have left me far away from help, or them. I walked along what seemed like a worn path in the dirt. I walked for what seemed like forever, it was a good thing I liked walking barefoot. The rocks were killer though. My feet were going to hurt like a bitch later.

I walked until I heard voices. "So what are we doing exactly, hm?" asked a voice, it sounded a lot like Deidara from Naruto but it couldn't be. I walked towards the voices. Anyone could be help at this point, I had no fucking clue where I was.

"We've been sent to find a maid." said a deeper, and creepier voice that sounded like Hiruko Sasori. That scared me, a lot, so I started to speed walk out of there instead of getting closer.

"Hey look, hm." I froze. Then I hid behind a tree, sank to the floor and closed my eyes. All noise seemed to stop. That was never good. I counted to 10, and opened my eyes.

I found a blue eye face to face with my minty green eye, so the one showing. I screamed and pushed out with my hands and pushed the guy back a little. I jumped up and reached for my pocket to find I was in my pajamas. I didn't have my weapons! I looked at my offenders.

One guy was dressed in a black robe with a red outlined cloud pattern. He had blonde hair in a ponytail with a bang covering one eye but his other eye showing was an ocean blue.

The other guy didn't look human. It had the same robe and it had an iron tail coming from it. Its face had something covering its mouth and it seemed to be, wooden? Maybe, I couldn't tell the material but I did know it wasn't skin. They looked like Deidara and Hiruko Sasori from Naruto.

"She could be our new maid Danna, un." said the blonde, still sounding like Deidara from Naruto.

"Knock her out Deidara." ordered the thing. My eyes widened and I froze. Deidara? Oh my god, I wasn't dreaming. I could tell, my bruise that was forming because of the kick hurt.

"I think she froze up from terror." snorted Deidara, he sounded amused. "Besides, I like it when they run, hm." I was grabbed and thrown over his shoulder before I could even think of a way to escape.

"She's light." he said and the thing nodded.

"Let's go." he said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know how you don't like to be kept waiting, Sasori my man, yeah." huffed Deidara.

There was no doubt now, I was in Naruto.

Oh my fucking god, or now should I say Jashin?

Author's Note:

I edited this to fix some things I noticed, also a huge thanks to SaphiraEragon who told me how to update new chapters and gave me advice on how to space everything. I do like it better this way so you were right. Anyway i'm working on the next chapter and it should be better since its noon and not 12 at night this time.

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