When you live in this kind of world the slightest sound wakes you, and if that sound is someone breaking down your door then you get the fuck up and grab your gun. I slid across the floor, shoved the last of my bullets into my bag and slid the cleaver down between my backpack and my shoulder. I pushed myself well into the corner next to my spy hole.

As far as the eye could see, everything was deserted. I sighed gently to myself. It was horrible never getting a good night's sleep because I was so paranoid. I let the bag and clever drop to the floor. However, I decided to put the gun in the waistband instead of tossing it aside. Something in the back of my mind just told me to keep it on hand but out of sight.

I really couldn't get myself back to sleep after the freaking out wakeup call I just had. I had no food either. So I guess that this means that I have go out and get some more, but I don't think that I can go back to that supermarket without someone trying to shoot me.

I did kinda kill three of their gang members…

But that's not anything unusual though. I'm kind infamous with that local gang, mainly because I like to shoot them as much as they like to shoot me but the difference is I have far better aim then any of them. It's probably the reason as to why I'm still alive.

That I have good aim and am not afraid to kill people. Not the fact that they are trying to kill me more than anyone else around this area.

I leaned back against the roof wall and decided to take this opportunity to reflect of my choices in life. I could continue living this life in my shabby little roof, getting by each day by taking a risky chance and going out to get supplies. I could just shoot myself in the head and save anyone else the trouble of it. Then my last option was to go find the ones behind this mess and try shooting a few of them in the face.

I didn't want to go to their world. They destroyed my home. They left nothing here for me.

"Fuck," I coughed out to myself and closed my eyes, "Life is a shit storm."

I had managed to put as much distance between myself and my former lodgings as possible, but I still had to stay out of sight, my clothes made me stand out and I needed to pass as one of the shinobi if I wanted to blend in, otherwise I would have no excuse for my weapon that was hanging from my hip in plain view.

I came to the edge of the forest and saw a village in the distance, with only a few farms in between. The coast was clear so I stepped out into view and started walking briskly, hoping that no one would think to question me.

I passed by the first farmhouse, there was an old woman tending to her garden but she didn't notice me as I walked by.

Further along I noticed a clothesline, there were various articles of clothing swinging in the wind.

I glanced back at the old woman who stood up and wiped her brow before turning around and heading inside.

This was my chance.

I walked past the pegs and pulled on a dark coat, yanking it off the pegs and quickly continuing on my way as if nothing ever happened.

I hated having to resort to thievery, but if that's what I have to do to get by then so be it. Anything is better than staying stuck behind the Gate, doing meaningless odd jobs for the people who ruined our lives.

The land sloped downwards and soon the farmhouses were out of sight, I pulled on the coat, it was slightly too big, the back end just skimming the ground as I walked, but it was enough to keep my sword hidden and hide my clothes, and it had a hood so that was a bonus.

I entered the town and no one payed me any mind. People were moving about, doing their shopping and living their lives completely unaware of the hardships in this world.

I scanned the area for the sleaziest bar I could find, once spotted I entered and ordered a drink. The room was dark and smelt foul, a quiet jazz band played on a dingy radio sitting on the bar.

"Anything else I can do for you?" The bartender asked, watching me suspiciously

"Do you get your fair share of rumours and gossip here?" I replied

"We might."

"Know anything about the rebellions?"

"What are you a head hunter or something? I might have heard a few whispers."

I slid some more money across the table.

"Care to repeat these, whispers?"

He took the money and slid it into his pocket before looking around to make sure no one was listening in, then leaned in close. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I heard they were recruiting."

"No shit. I want to know where they are."

"You're not one of them people from that other world are ya?"

"I'm a headhunter, like you guessed." I lied "Can you give me anything that'll help me?"

"Ok, ok, maybe I heard something about them moving East."

"I'm going to need something more specific than-"

I was interrupted by the radio as the song cut off, "Attention, Be on the lookout for a female otherworlder, suspect is 5 foot 8, light skinned with long blonde hair and blue eyes, may be carrying a weapon, if seen please report to the authorities."

The bartender looked me up and down.

"Thanks for your time." I said, then threw my hood over my head and left the bar. Looks like I'm headed East.

There was a series of gun fires outside my roof.

I crawled over to my peep hole and looked out quickly, spotting the fight between several people with guns and a few shinobi. How did I know they were shinobi? I saw Neji fucking Hyuuga.

I should've left this place hours ago but somehow I managed to fall asleep. I must be more tired than I thought. I sat back and watched the gun fight for a while. The shinobi were using cars, trees, and other random things to protect themselves while the barrage of bullets didn't seem to be ending.

"Gah"

I chuckled a little sadistically as one of the shinobi I could recognise made a wrong movement, and that wrong movement ended his life. The shinobi were fast, they could move closer to the gunmen with a little struggle, but if they weren't fast enough the bullet hit them and BOOM their heart stops beating.

The whole time I watched the battle I was rooting for the gunmen. I want the shinobi dead. But then I recognised one as the leader of the little gang that wants me dead. So putting two and two together I realized that those bullets were meant for me and the shinobi actually showed up and saved my skin.

"Only once," I swore to myself and I manoeuvred my gun to face the gang members, "I'm only going to help you this once."

And I started firing.

My gun blocked my view from knowing what happened but I'm guessing that I hit one of them from the scream and then the bullets ricocheting off my roof. Unfortunately as I moved a searing pain went through my side. I knew I was hit but it wasn't the first time and it wasn't going to stop me either. I streamed over to the entrance and knocked that down, getting on top of the rood and behind the brick chimney. It was a lot thicker than the roof was anyway.

I glanced out and saw it all. There was Neji and two more shinobi, one was his brunette teammate. Her named vanished from my mind as I dodged a bullet.

Ten-ten.

I aimed back around the chimney and shot at the three remaining gang members. Ten-Ten was flinging out kunai after kunai, letting the shinobi get closer to the targets, while I distracted one of them. If one swift motion they were close enough and the gang was down and the shinobi stood alone.

They only lost one shinobi who was killed by luck. I can see how they destroyed my home so easily.

"Come down from there," Neji was shouting at me, his back to where I was hiding, "I can see you from here."

"Bitch," I scowled and placed a hand over my wound. Luckily the bullet didn't hit any organs, just a few centimetres into my waist. There was a bit of blood but it wasn't enough to put me in life threatening danger.

"Come down or we're coming up."

I ignored his call and focused back on the bullet that was still lodged in my side. I couldn't reach it by hand, I was going to need tweezers or something to get it out, and on top of that I was all out pain killers so running around wasn't going to be an option once the adrenaline wore off.

There was a small scuffle behind me and I looked up to see the shinobi looking down at me. Ten-Ten clicked her teeth and put away her weapon, "So you're injured. I guess we could carry you back."

"I don't want to leave," I hissed, sitting here was making the pain more and more obvious by the second, "This is my home."

"Night time"

"Wha-?"

The pain faded when something stung my neck. Like how my world was destroyed, it was now to be taken from me against my will.