This is pretty short, but hey, whatever. Updates every 2 weeks or so, before my ADHD kicks in and abandons this (hopefully not). Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

The suddenness of the impact of cold hard steel made the wind in my lungs to escape with an 'oomph'. Disoriented, I stared up

at the clear, cloudless sky that greeted me.

Wait.

That wasn't right.

The chilly brittle air of Northern California during winter almost guranteed that almost everyday was a day filled with snow,

so the sudden change in weather stunned me momentarily. That, and I could have sworn it was night when I went out for that

grocery run. God, I must have bumped into that pole so hard that I started hallucinating.

I appeared to be in a pretty average children's playground that was bustling with activity. Children running around, parents watching them, and the loud cry of a toddler.

To complete the image, I had seemed to de-age, reverting to the state of a 5 or 6 year old. This was utterly ridiculous. I let out a string of muttered curses that would make a sailor laugh at me and try to teach me the art of muttered curses correctly.

I would probably fail at his lessons too. Okay, that was a strange tangent to go off of. This was probably me going through shock, but meh. It was okay.

For a hallucination, this was strangely vivid, and I seemed strangely.. aware.

"Yo Kaito, you okay?" Asked a tiny blonde haired child who suddenly appeared, with cerulean blue eyes, with distinct whisker ma-

Goddamn it. Is that Naruto? I'm in a Naruto fanfiction, wasn't I?

Right when I was getting satisfied with life, right when I was in a good, comfortable postion, making a decent living, lifejust had to whoop me up the ass, didn't it?

I let a string of even more vulgar curses, this one no longer muttered."Okay, so, teleportation to another universe: check. Meeting main character of an anime: check. The strangely descriptive way

I've been narrating my life thus far: check. Yeah, I'm in a goddamn self insert fanfiction for some demented bastard'samusement, aren't I?" I muttered, not caring if the people around me thought I was insane or not.

Then again, what was I complaining for? This was every weaboo's dream, and this was hardly the worst situation I could havelanded myself in. I mean, I could be in a ditch, slowly bleeding as the life drained from my eyes.

Yeah, might as well make the best of i-

"KAITO!," cried the yellow midget.

"WHAT?!" I replied with the same fervour.

"Don't get angry at ME, dattebayo! I've been yelling your name for hours, ya jerk! You even started talking yourself like some sorta creepy villain plotting to take over the world, dattebayo!"

"I'm not a fuckin' villain ya brat! And I ain't creepy either!" We had begun to draw a crowd now, mostly children who came to investigate the confilct.

"Well, ya sure seem like it, rambling on to no one, dattebayo! And what does 'fuckin'' mean?"

I ignored the inquiry and returned fire, "Well you would know about rambling to yourself all day, huh? You and your dream of being Hokage?"

His eyes suddenly widened, and without the usual lengthy preamble about how he would become Hokage and prove them wrong, he ran, as fast as his little legs could run, tears springing to his eyes. In hindsight, that probably wasn't a good thing to say.

"Me and my big mouth..." I muttered.

The small crowd quickly dispersed, resuming their activities, and leaving me to repair the relationship with the loud mouthed brat. Life was a bitch (even if it was my fault).

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