Immortal chick+ knowledge of the world= chaos.


(Drip)

Something cold just hit her face. It's water. It's there a leak in the roof again?

(Drip)

Why is my bed so uncomfortable. She tried to shifted, stretching her legs and arms yawning groggily. 'And why is it so cold? Did Thomas leave a window open?'

(Drip)

'I had the weirdest dream last night.' She rolled over, brushing the leaf out of her face as she rest her head on her arm, the leaves rustled around her as she shifted positions.

(Drip)

'Wait... Her eyes snapped open as she shot up, frantically looking around, her mind still fuzzy. 'That right, it wasn't a dream! I was falling! I fell...' She looked up to see the broken branches marking her decent. She recalled breaking her leg and back. Carefully she moved her supposedly broken leg, and found it to be quite fine. She flexed it to be sure, standing up. 'I managed to fall over a hundred feet and didn't even get a scratch.' She thought in disbelief. Surviving that kind of fall was near impossible, let alone walking away from it. She'd been sure her bones had broken.

She looked down at her clothing, bloodstains covered her favorite pair of jeans, rips and tears yet not a single cut or scratch. Her shoes, combat books, were fine much to her surprise. Her shirt, if it can still be called it, was torn and ripped to such a degree, her bra could be seen peaking through several wholes in the fabric. 'good thing I wore a bra today' She thought, before examining her surroundings. She was in a forest.

(Not any forest she's ever seen or known)

"Well. I suppose I should started hiking."


I'm going mad. I swear to god, I broke my bones in that fall, but it seems like I was wrong. My bones are fine, I don't even have a scratch on me.

I walked through the woods, trying to figure out where on earth I was. I'd fallen through a mirror.

A fucking mirror. Am I in wonderland now? This doesn't look like wonderland, I've yet to see a white rabbit with a pocket watch, plus my name's not Alice.

Walking through the woods, I found myself stepping and catching my cloths on various branches who seemed to have it out for me. I scrapped my elbow again some thorn bush, and was cut.

But the moment I looked for my wound, I found it pushing the thorns out from the wound and onto the ground, quickly seeming itself up.

I stared in morbid fascination as my skin came to life and acted on it's own. I traced my fingers over the spot, feeling nothing but smooth skin.

"Mother of hell, I'm like a bloody rip off of deadpool." I swore. Deciding to accept this weirdness for now and worry about it once I'd found out where I am, I kept moving on, until I found a road much to my delight.

"Road. Road means people. People means getting home." I chanted, walking down the road. I glanced up at the sky, noting how it was getting a little chilly... namely due to my lack of clothing. My feet strangely enough, didn't get sore. I did however, get a little tired, so I sat down, leaning against a tree. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath trying to relax. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take a nap...

"I'm telling you, I fucking saw something fall from the fucking sky." I opened my eyes, vaguely recognizing the voice. "Shut up... I don't give a damn if you saw something." I tensed, and quickly moved behind the tree before I spotted two people coming closer to pass by my spot. I held my breath upon spotting them, terror spreading quickly across my body as I froze on the spot.

Two figures, both dressed in black cloaks with red clouds, stood in the clearing before me. I recognized them instantly, and had to refrain from gasping holding a palm to my mouth.

Hidan and Kakuzu... Akatsuki.

I'm so fucking dead..


Our lovely protagonist now meet the Akatsuki.