AN: I hope it doesn't bother you guys that I'm starting a new story :)
Legend: "Talking" 'Thinking' Dreaming/Flashback
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Chapter One~
Normally, moving to a different state would be a devastating crime that your parents could commit, but for me, it was the greatest gift my own parents could have given me.
Let me explain: It's not that my life was oh so terrible, bullied everyday of my life, hated by the prejudice teachers that always gave me bad grades, not a single friend in the hell hole they call school; It's the fact that I'm just an outcast. Nobody in the entire damn school that I know of shares any interest that I do.
I have a friend, and you could keep it at friend because she was nothing more, named Kate. I'm pretty sure that she was only my friend because she pitied me. She belongs to a posse, not a completely popular, but not a dope one either. The group was big and full of girly girls, and let me tell you, I'm not a girly girl.
I'm a tomboy.
Yeah, I have a couple friends that are guys, who I hang out with during the weekends at the skate park, but that was it. Besides skating, we're different in every aspect of ways.
I'm an anime dork. Wait, let me rephrase that. I'm a Naruto dork. I know every ins and outs of the show, every character, their hobbies and favorite things. I watched every episode, read every chapter, and own their DVDs and mangas. But it's not like I go to the conventions or anything, neither do I own their merchandise. I think that's just complete obsession.
Of course, like every Naruto fan, I read and write their fanfics. My favorite character of them all... I'll keep that a secret[1].
So moving on with my story, I'll skip to after I settled into my bedroom. The walls of the room was a nice light blue, not sky blue, light blue. The ceiling kept it's dull white color and I also had a ceiling fan. Lighting sucks, I'll tell you that. The floor is wooden and recently polished, and my bed was placed in the corner, right below the window.
Yes, you heard right—below. Funny thing was, I room in the attic, so I had that whole floor and my own bathroom, not to mention, a sky light. I have two older brothers who use to bunk together but both moved to college, Geraldine, the oldest, first, then Darren, the second oldest.
They cut off the legs of the old top bunk so that the height was the same as the bottom and stuck both beds in my room which I put into my walk in closet. We didn't have a basement so they placed it in my room, which I really didn't mind. It meant that if I see any creepy spiders or anything, I could just switch beds out of the three. Yes, I'm deathly afraid of spiders.
I'm not proud of it, but I have a severe case of arachnophobia. Those things just plain scare me. I'm fine with maggots and flies and other bugs, but spiders, they're just abnormal! What kind of bug has eight legs and spits webs out of their butts! Not a correctly formed one, I tell you!
So enough about me and my fears. I'm getting of course. (It's what I get for having ADHD. It's also the reason that when I turned sixteen, I wasn't allowed to take a driver's test. I mean, an ADHD behind the wheels is dangerous. I see some hobo on the streets and run into the truck in front of me while feeling bad for the guy)
So on my walls, I painted it... wait, I told you that, right? Well, on top of the coat of paint, I hung up posters of Tony Hawk, competitors of the MBX, and rock bands. No, I did not hang up Naruto posters, I have a special place for that.
You see, since I have the whole floor to myself, I go a big walk in closet, and that's where I got my bookshelf and rack for the series, and my posters are all hung up there. Whenever I'm upset, I turn up the boombox in there, since every wall in the attic is basically sound proof, and just flip through one or two of the entire fifty-six volumes. Sometimes I'd just grab my laptop and pick a random DVD to watch. This is exactly what I did tonight.
I had a big fight with my parents during dinner. They were going to a cruise and thinking of dropping off at my aunt's house or grab me a babysitter. I'm seventeen woman! I'm sure that I can stay here by myself without a problem! So of course, I argued my point.
"What about Daren! He was fifteen when you let him stay home by himself, and let him babysit me too! And I was only nine!" I yelled. Of course, they just had to say this:
"He's a boy, Janelle. There's a difference." I knew that if I argued even more, it would just result in me losing and having no chance of being left alone, so I tried to reason with them one more time before I fled to the security of my room.
"So what? I doesn't matter whether he's a boy or girl, you always favored him more!" I repeated my belief one more time. I knew what my mother was going to say next, so I just ran up the stairs. We live in a ranch house, the kind with only one floor. The place had two rooms, just the same as our old house, except our other house had two floors and the rooms were smaller.
I locked the door and ran into my closet. I have to say, that sounded strange, running into my closet, but it was the truth. Turning the volume of my boombox up and taking out a book, flipping to a random page, I found that I couldn't focus on the black and white manga, so I took my laptop. I was watching a video just this afternoon, so I clicked a button and continued it. It was the episode where Naruto and the rest of team seven was in the Village Hidden in the Mist, fighting Zabuza.
The missing nin from the Mist was just killed and dead when there was a loud clap of thunder. Aw great, a better way to worsen my mood. Honestly, the thunderstorms don't bother me, but during my bad moments in my short temper, they just make me even more mad, never failing at that task too. But after I'm all out of steam, the rain and storm lulls me to sleep right after. There was no failing in that task either. Soon, I found myself snuggled in my dark blue bean bag, falling asleep.
"There's another person here," I heard.
"Three, there's three."
"Should I kill them all? I can slice them to ribbons, you know." That phrase sounded strangely familiar. What an odd dream I'm having. I was just about to fall back to sleep when I realized something. Wasn't the walls sound proof? My eyes snapped open, and when I looked at the door which was opened just a crack, and I swear, there was something wrong with the scenes.
"Holy shit!" I whispered loudly, eyes wide open. The two silhouettes turned over to look at me, the source of the voice, and lightning flashed. Was I dreaming? I guess I'm not, because walking right over towards me was no other than the top murderers themselves...
Uchiha Itachi, and Hoshigaki Kisame.
Just Doing a Dramatic Skip :)
Immediately, as if on cue, the shark man had me grabbed by the shirt and his Samehada at his throat.
"Would you look at that..." He said smirking. "There is someone here." He grabbed his sword. "Who are you?" He snarled with a vicious smile on his face. His eyes were full of malice... scary. I was trembling at the sight of him, six foot something, and an absolute terror. Of course, I started making a grab for something for support, and pushed over my bookshelf instead, making a big thudding noise. Great, more stuff to worry about. Just then, there was a loud knock at my door.
"Janelle, is everything okay in there?" Mom called. My eyes widened and I hit a pressure point in Kisame's wrist causing him to drop me and curse out loud. "What was that?" She asked.
"Nothing!" I yelled back, pushing the tall man onto the bean bag. When I ran out of the closet, I tugged the Uchiha into the closet too, then closed the door. Boy was I glad I took tae kwon do, my reflexes use to suck bad! Hurriedly, I made my way towards the bedroom door, and flung it open. "What is it, mom?" I asked. She looked around my room and I smiled big and nonchalantly. Maybe a little too nonchalantly...
"What was that noise?" She asked.
"Um... I knocked over my bookshelf," I said honestly, trying to keep a straight face. I heard my door gently openly and stepped in a direction so that when my mom turned to face me, her back was at my closet.
"No, I mean that voice... is there someone over?" I forced a laugh.
"N-no," I stuttered. "Why would there be?" Okay, I admit, I can't think under panic. I just make up the lamest excuses.
"Uh huh..." Taking one last look around my room, my mom turned back to look at me with a big bright smile on her face. "We've decided that we'll let you stay by yourself, how about it?" My eyes widened in surprise.
"You mean it?" Did she mean it? Well, it turns out she did as she nodded. Happy as hell, I took her into an open hug. "You won't regret it!" I promised. She smiled and hugged me back.
"I know. Just don't be like your other brother, Geraldine. He let people into the house and when we came back, the house had a two thousand dollar damage." A sigh let out about the oldest of us three siblings. "Speaking of money, I left you about two thousand for food and other supplies you might need. You have six weeks alone in the house, so don't ruin it and make me hire a babysitter." I nodded vigorously and when she left my room, I started jumping up and down.
"Yes yes yes! I got the house all to myself!" But then a throat cleared and I turned around, my gleefulness ruined. "What do you want?" I asked the man with blue skin. Then I opened my eyes wide, just remembering about the two Akatsuki members. "Crap, now I have to take care of you two too." It's official, I'm not happy anymore.
"Would you mind explaining a few things, please?" The Uchiha asked. When I walked over to follow him into the room, I then remembered all the Naruto posters and books and DVDs in the room... I'm doomed if they read the mangas and guides...
"What the fuck of a language is this!" Kisame screamed. I couldn't resist a small crack of a smile when he yelled that. That means I'm safe.
"It's called English," I said, still smiling. The shark gave me a weird look for that.
"What you so happy about?" I smiled bigger, knowing I got a secret to myself.
"Nothing." Okay, so for a seventeen year old, I'm pretty immature.
"Where are we?" Itachi asked.
"America, New York, New York," I stated. Ah, yes, the state that eat other states. This was my home town, but then we moved to Maine, now we came back. Suddenly, Kisame grabbed me by the collar, again.
"Stop making up crap! Tell use where we are!" I gulped. Damn, the guy was fast... and strong.
"Let her down, Kisame-san," the Uchiha said, saving me. Sharky growled but set me down, a little roughly. "Now, where exactly is New York?" His sharingan activated, checking me for signs of lying.
"New York City, is in New York State, which is in America, otherwise known as the USA: United States of America." I walked out of the closet and the other two followed, and shuffled around my drawers. I know I have a map here somewhere. I found a large rolled up paper in the back of my second drawer. Jack pot.
Pulling out the map, I took out the rubber band holding it closed and unrolled it, and set it on the floor. They all peered at it.
"This, colored part, is called the US, or USA, or United States of America, or just America. My friend calls it the US of A, though," I named, pointing at the boarder of the good old country. "We, are in this mass of state, right here," I said, pointing to the triangular state. Then to the lower point where there was a circle marking the city. "This is New York City, a major city." They looked puzzled. "A city is like a village." They understood.
"The USA is kind of like a country... well, it is a country. The state, uh... I don't really know what to compare it to... so it's just a small piece of the country. This country has fifty states all together, and about... nineteen thousand cities." I saw their eyes widened at the amount of 'villages' there are. "Oh... there's one more thing you should know..." They looked at me. "You're in a completely different world."
Just Skipping the Explanation :)
"So you're saying in this world, there is no such things as jutsus or chakras?" The water user asked. I nodded. "No ninjutsu, no genjutsu, no taijutsu, no kenjutsu?"
"Well, there is kind of like a taijutsu, just not to the extent that you know of..." Kisame took one look at me and laughed. A lot.
"You people, are PATHETIC!" I frowned and pulled out my laptop. "What's that?"
"This, is called a laptop. Although we may not have chakra and cannot do somethings that you do, we are very advanced in technology, and still advancing." I opened the internet and googled some pics. "We also have weapons that are far more complex and harmful than your own." I pulled out a picture of a guns, some aircrafts, and of course, the almighty tanks.
"Then how do you defend yourselves?" Itachi asked. Thank God for a reasonable question.
"Easy, we don't. We have law enforcements, or police to do that for us. Most of us are just regular citizens. If we fight against different countries, that's a whole lot of different something else. We have soldiers, like your shinobis, who protect our countries like you do your village. Except, we don't hire them to do everyday tasks or escorting. Everyday tasks are given to people who are skilled at that job, and sometimes... they just aren't very skilled.
"As for escorts, there aren't any escorts. We wander about as we please, though there are some security checks you have to do at places like the airports." Of course, they asked what an airport was, so I had to explain...
"It's a place where they hold airplanes. Airplanes, along with boats and cars, are ways of transportation to long distances." Of course, I pulled out more pictures of the things I named.
"Interesting..." The Uchiha said. I flopped back on the beanbag that Kisame had got off of and I was currently sitting in front of.
"So many things to explain..." I complained.
Just Doing a Dramatic Skip :)
First things first, I had to find a place for the two guys to stay. The first place that comes to mind is my closet. Damn.
You see, I don't keep my clothes in my closet, I keep them all in my wardrobe and chest of dressers. The closet is actually my own little private place, my storage room too, so I had to move all my Naruto stuff into a different place.
Folding up my posters, I placed them all in an envelope. My DVDs and books were all packed into shoe boxes I have a knack to keep, and locked in an empty chest I begged my mom to buy for me but never really used. It was cool looking, just like the treasure chest in The Pirates of the Caribbean, that was the only reason I bought it. The lock was my old lock back in middle school with my combination safe inside my head. I have a great memory and rare ever forget anything.
So the shelves were all empty, so were the walls and DVD racks. It was strange that after only two weeks of moving in, I already found the place homy and got use to the sight of posters all over the place. I miss them. My mini fridge was still there and barely stocked. That reminded me that I was low on food and supplies.
"Here's an extra blanket and pillow. Pick your bed and be glad I have two older brothers who moved out to go to college. There's a bathroom just out of here and on the other side of my room. Nights." I closed the door and went to bed, wondering what kind of idiot of an author decided to write my life story and cursing him or her. The two nins are ruining my parents free all to myself six week freedom. Damn.
AN: Before I say anything else, I just have to say... How could anyway hate spiders! They're awesome!
[1] -_-" Though I could guess that you already know who it is ;)
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