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"You know we're good friends when I no longer feel the need to clean up before you come over."
When Ray woke up her first thought was that Jada was going to kill her. Her second was to wonder how exactly she was still alive.
The last thing she remembered was Jada trying hold on to both Ray and Kasumi before losing her grip as the roller coaster turned.
She frowned. They'd fallen, not toward the ground of the amusement park but into a sort of gray cloud thing.
Dismissing her thoughts, Ray swung her legs off the side of the bed she was on. She needed to check on Kasumi and Jada first. Then she'd get her answers from the doctor or someone else.
Standing on the wooden floor (Strange. If this was a hospital then why did it look a bedroom?) she stretched. And immediately froze.
There was something off about her. She could just feel it. It didn't feel like she was herself.
Ray looked down at herself and suppressed a scream. This wasn't her! The body she was looking down at looked as if it belonged to a child. A child around the age of six or seven.
She looked around the room, suspecting it wasn't a hospital room like she'd thought.
It was a rather threadbare room, with the small bed she'd just been in stuffed in the corner and a small wooden desk in the opposite corner. The room had nothing else and didn't look a child's bedroom.
To Ray's relief their was a small mirror lying on the desk. She rushed towards it and held it up to her face.
Holy shit!
She looked like a young TenTen from the anime Naruto.
Right from the hair buns to the facial features.
Ray slowly turned her face to the right as if making sure the reflection in the mirror was hers.
Slowly putting the mirror down she ran toward the window of her room and opened it.
Straight across, staring at her, was what could have been mistaken as Mt. Rushmore but with the faces of fictional characters carved on it instead.
The Hokage Monument. The Hokage Monument!
She was in the Naruto world as TenTen!
Jumping up and down, Ray let out an excited scream.
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Kasumi was worried and scared.
She was sure that she and her friends should have died yet here she was looking completely different and way younger.
She looked different and was locked in cage with what looked like a fictional character who claimed to be her older brother.
Kasumi had watched Naruto and Naruto shippuden enough times with Ray and Jada to know the boy looking at her was Kimimaro Kaguya.
She was aware that she was in the Naruto world.
She was just more worried about being locked in a cage. It was a bad position to be in. Especially in a world like this.
And now she was just trying to figure out why she and the boy were in the cage.
For the life of her Kasumi couldn't remember Kimimaro's past.
He was from a clan that was extinct, she recalled, and something tragic had happened to make join Orochimaru but what?
"Kasumi?"
The small white-haired boy looked at her carefully.
"Are you, OK?" He seemed hesitant as if he wasn't sure how she'd react to his question.
She couldn't blame him. Waking up in a cage, completely disoriented had not been a pleasant experience and she'd snapped at the only other person in her presence at the moment.
She attempted a smile.
"Yes, I - I'm fine. But I'd like to ask you a question if thats alright."
Relaxing slightly he nodded.
"Why are we in this cage?"
He frowned.
"Kasumi, you know we're the only ones in our clan to possess the Shikotsumyaku kekkai genkkai. We are too dangerous to be left unattended."
Oh. Oh. She remembered now.
Kimimaro of the anime had been from a fighting clan. Being the only one who possessed the special kekkai genkkai of his clan he'd been considered dangerous and had been locked away.
He'd lacked the general affection and love a child would usually experience so when his clan had been massacred and Orochimaru had found him and shown him the slightest kindness, he'd become the snake sannin's loyal guard dog.
This didn't explain why and how she was here though.
Or where her friends were.
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Jada opened her eyes and blinked. She would never ever go to an amusement park again. And as soon she was able to, she'd strangle Ray.
The curly-haired girl stretched her body experimentally. Amazingly she felt fine.
Had she really emerged from that horrible fall unscathed?
She was in large comfortable bed. It felt very much like her own bed. She must have been brought home to recuperate after she'd been declared as uninjured. No other reason, hospital beds weren't comfortable.
How had she miraculously survived that fall? She'd been sure she was going to die as she fell into the strange gray cloud.
Jada frowned. Just where did that cloud come from anyway? It had been a nice day and the cloud had just appeared out of nowhere.
She dismissed her thoughts. The first thing she needed to do was check on Kasumi and Ray then proceed to kill Ray in the most painful way possible.
Stretching experimentally, she rolled over in what she had assumed was her queen-sized bed.
Oddly, after one roll she fell flat on the floor.
What? She sat up on the intricately designed rug on the floor.
Wait. Rug? Where was her gloriously soft, pale blue, plush carpet?
She looked around and frowned. This bedroom was not hers.
It was a beautifully designed bedroom with lovely cream colored walls, a beautiful wooden floor with the rug she'd fallen on top of it. The room was spacious, much bigger than her own, and had a large, curtained seat. Perfect for curling up and reading.
Glancing at the bed she'd just fallen from, Jada noticed it looked as it was made for a child. A rich, spoiled child. But a child nonetheless.
The door to the room opened, startling her.
A small brown-haired boy stood at the entrance. He looked to be four or five.
"Hey, just came to tell you breakfast is ready."
She frowned. "Ok thanks."
As the boy turned to leave, Jada called out again.
"Hold up. Where are your parents?" She spoke in a gentle voice she'd use on her younger siblings so she wouldn't startle the child.
He looked at her oddly. "Father's downstairs, I guess."
Jada nodded. "OK, lets go." She stood up to walk past the boy only to freeze.
The boy who looked to be around the age of four or five looked to be around her height!
What the fresh hell was this?
The boy turned towards her. "Well, come on then." Reaching out he grabbed her hand... and Jada had to bite back a horrified scream.
Her hand was white! Like white person white!
She looked down at herself and nearly stumbled back in utter shock.
Where the hell were her breasts?!
Good God, this body looked like a child's body! A child's body that, if the difference in skin color had anything to say about it, was not hers.
She ripped her hand out of the startled boy's grip.
Mumbling something about needing the bathroom, she gathered half-hearted directions from the boy (You know where it is. Why are you asking?) and ran straight into it closing the door after herself.
Jada took a deep breathe and looked into the mirror.
Instead of seeing the reflection of a dark-haired, coffee-skinned girl, a blond child with four odd ponytails looked back at her.
Jada hesitantly reached her hand out and tilted her head side to side.
This, this was her. But how? Why?
She studied her new face intently. There was something familiar about it, she just couldn't remember what.
A knock on the bathroom door startled her and she jumped.
The voice of the young boy from earlier rang out. "Temari! Father wants you to come down for breakfast now!"
Temari? Temari?!
Shit!
Temari from Naruto! No wonder she thought her reflection looked familiar! She looked like a younger version of Temari no Sabaku.
Jada took a deep breathe. She needed to calm herself down before she began hyperventilating.
"Temari? Are you in there?"
The boy. The boy must be Kankuro then.
She took a deep breathe.
"Ka- Kankuro?"
"Yes?"
Jada's world spun as she fell onto the floor in an undignified manner.
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