Summary: Just your usual fanfic about the Akatsuki transported into some bubbly OC's bedroom and trying to get back… Total crack, this isn't going anywhere.
"Well, if the show was still going, I'd say we should compare what was going on when you left your world to where the story is at right now. But seeing as that's not possible, I'd have to say that you must be from an alternate universe than the one Kishimoto wrote. Our best guess is to find whoever's writing this story and convince them to write you back into your world. It's a long shot, but maybe if we search Fanfiction for a story that describes exactly this scenario up until this point, we can contact the author and ask them to write the ending to our liking." I thought out loud, tapping my chin.
"Hold on. How come our show isn't still on?"
"How come the story isn't continued?"
"Why did our story end?" -The Akatsuki burst into questions all at once.
"Whoa, whoa, one at a time!" I held her hands up in what I hoped a placating manner. "The show actually is continuing, but I don't follow it since it's gotten boring. And it was never really your story, as proven by the fact that you're all dea-" I cut myself off by comically covering my mouth with both hands. "I mean, uh, you're all de…dicated to charity now, and um, that doesn't make for a very interesting show does it?"
"How do we die?" Tobi asked innocently.
"I never said-
"Tell us what really happens or I'll kill you." Kakuzu growled, letting loose some of his threads
"D-don't you want to see for yourself?" I squeaked, "I, I mean I don't want to give you any spoilers-
Kisame rolled his eyes and put a hand on Samehada, "When it comes to death, chick, I think we'd rather not see for ourselves. Now out with it or-
"No! Alright!" I shouted, quivering against the wall. "That's not what I meant! I- uhm. I meant don't you, do you want to see by watching what happens? Like on the actual show? And, and it's not decided either, since you're here and that's a major change to plot, so your future could be totally different and what do I know?"
"Just tell us how we die un!" Deidara shouted.
"Well, the first time or the second?"
"The second?"
"You all just get sealed away in scrolls I think. No wait! Sasori, you go, after Kankuro gives you some artsy speech and you're so moved you move to the after life. And Itachi, you stick it out to the end until the thing is canceled, and Deidara you, oh yeah! You chase after some chick dressed as Sasuke! What an idiot!"
"Shut up woman! That wasn't what I meant. How the hell can we die twice?"
I moan, "Oh, it's so complicated; it's easier if I show you."
"And that's how I ended up spending my weekend binge watching Naruto shippuden with a bunch of fictional criminals who would've killed me if I didn't watch with them instead of doing my creative writing homework!" I told my teacher Monday morning. "Is that a good enough excuse?"
