Hello everyone! Sennishi Suzumori here! I know, it's been a while since I last put a story. A LONG white actually but I just haven't had much inspiration. I do now though! XD I hope you enjoy this fic I'm sorry if it's too fast-paced but I'm trying to make it a little slower. I'm sorry as well if I get some of the characters a little out of whack. Hopefully it's not too bad.

Also, if you do not like the way this story is going or anything like that please do not flame me. I'll understand critiscm if it's about how I write and how I can improve but if it's just a comment about how lame the story is, etc. then please don't say it. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks!! XD

So, enjoy and I'll post the next chapter soon!

I do not own anything or anyone from Naruto I do, however, own Ann.

Chapter ONE: Average Life Turned Not So Average

It all started at school.

My school wasn't exactly a public school probably because we were on a military installation. Both my parents were in the military my dad a master sergeant and my mom a captain (it's funny when their coworkers ask how that happened, why my mom's an officer and my dad's enlisted). My older sister was off at college on an ROTC, or reserved officers training corps, scholarship. She was going into the military after graduating to become a doctor. As for me, well, I was in my final year of high school, finally a freaking senior. I was perhaps the odd person out in my family because: one- I wasn't planning on going into the military and two- I wasn't planning on becoming a people doctor. No, I wanted to be either a vet or music teacher. Two completely different areas but I loved them both so much. I considered some options but they didn't go all too well. I was leaning towards becoming a vet and being a tutor or private teacher in some instruments, but I might not have time to do the side job thing. I don't know. I'm still indecisive.

Anyway, away from that, we were in the middle of fourth period learning about air history and stuff like that. The retired colonel droned on and on about the different airplanes and whatnot that he used to fly. Finding that I needed to go to the restroom, I grabbed a pass and left my class without a second glance back. My classmates watched me with a weary and annoyed look. At least I was able to escape for a few minutes. On my way there an announcement came over the intercom.

"Attention all teachers and staff. We are initiating a Code Red. This is not a drill. Please secure all students until further notice." My heart just dropped. Due to my unfortunate and idiotic luck, my sixth period class was located in another smaller building next to the main building. So I was stuck outside in the freaking open. Running to the main building, I opened the door enough so I could squeeze through and closed it as quietly as I could. Then I moved as fast as I could to the nearest bathroom and locked myself inside. Just to be even safer I went into the furthest stall and locked myself in there too. I sat on top of the closed lid legs pulled up to my chest so they couldn't be seen underneath.

I guess you could say that was when it all went to Hell.

I heard the door jiggle. I held my breath. Okay, so first they call a Code Red when I'm outside and now they're outside this stupid bathroom. What's with that? It continued for a few more seconds then stopped. One…Two…Three…Four……Five It was quiet. Slowly putting my legs down, I let out a breath of relieved air. They had gone.

Wrong.

I was dead freaking wrong.

My feet were just about to connect with the floor when the door to the bathroom flew off the hinges and slammed against the wall on the other side. I saw it clatter to the floor in smoke through the gap on the bottom of the stall door. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming.

"Knock knock!" I heard someone call. 'Oh come on!' I thought. 'I just have the worst, stupid, stinking, rotting luck!' I froze in the position I was in my legs hanging midair. I didn't want to move for fear of the squeaky porcelain seat to make a sound. There were footsteps entering, too many for me to count. Great…That just meant more than one person. The footsteps stopped. I breathed through my nose in short gasps. It was a wonder that they couldn't hear my heart pounding.

"Check the stalls," I heard another person say. No, no, no, no, NO! I looked around frantically for…I don't know! Something!

That's when I felt it.

It was like a tugging at my chest. It was like it was pulling me, but it was pulling me to the door. I resisted the urge, but it kept getting stronger and stronger, kind of like a rubber band. You keep pulling it and pulling it and it gets tighter and tighter. It wasn't until I saw the mysterious people's feet underneath the door and the floor did I close my eyes and just let the sensation take me to the insane people. I expected the door to slam open and for me to hit the man's chest. Only I didn't feel any of that. I felt like I was falling.

"If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world"

-C.S. Lewis

This is just like a little prologue too. The next chapter is when the story actually starts.