Author's Note: Sorry to all those who have been asking me to continues, I got caught up in that damn annoyance known as school work. Well, that and I came up with the most hilarious ideas to do… later in the story. As in… the ending. So pretty much, I have the ending, now I just have to fight my way there. But seriously, I'm really happy with the ending that I came up with… I can't wait to see your reactions to it. I giggle at the prospect. I should probably stop talking about the ending and let you continue with the story, huh? Shutting up now. Oh, but before I begin, thanks to those who reviewed! Much love to you who review! Okay, now I will shut up… really.

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CHAPTER TWO-- Not a Bad Universe to Find One's Self In...

Mary's eyes fluttered open and she found herself in an open field in the middle of a forest. She sighed; it was definitely one of the more peaceful settings she's ever found herself in. Much better than Tokyo Mew Mew. After one more look around the forest clearing, she rose to her feet and looked down at her attire. It was simple in design, just a black tank with a green vest over it. Bandages were wrapped around her forearms and this confused her… she wasn't hurt, was she? Tilting her head, she unraveled one to see that she wasn't hurt… it must just be for design. She also wore a black skirt that was long enough in length to not reveal anything, and thankfully she was wearing shorts underneath. The shoes she wore had no specific design on them, and were comfortable enough for pretty much everything. This caused Mary to smile; this was much, much better than a maid's outfit.

Something deep inside of Mary's mind then prompted her to walk east; she only assumed that it was the Sue-Author typing away at her computer. Following directions, she turned and headed east until she came across the entrance to a village. The gate was open, so Mary decided that it would be well enough to enter. Inside the outer walls there were many buildings, most of the ones that Mary could see looked like shops, and there were many people shuffling about the street, minding their own business. Small children zigzagged through the streets, laughing as they played what looked like a game of tag. Mary smiled, she was liking this place already. She then shook her head, reminding herself that this place—these people weren't real. '"It's just another mission, Mary," She reminded herself over and over as she continued to place one foot in front of the other, moving along the invisible path that the Sue-Author was leading her down as she sat behind her computer typing.

Eventually, Mary found herself outside of an apartment, and she was about to reach up an knock on the door in front of her, when something in her mind told her that this apartment was hers. She then reached into one of her vest's pockets and pulled out a keychain that held a single silver key on it. This was it. After unlocking the door, Mary silently braced herself, she had known several Sue-Authors and their taste in room décor. None of them were tasteful, in her opinion at least.

After opening the door, Mary stepped in and opened her eyes, then sighed in relief. The apartment was simple, sparsely furnished with barely any tones that weren't neutral. Mary sat down on a futon that was placed in what she assumed was the living room, when a side table caught her eye. It wasn't the side table itself, but what was on it. Several framed photographs sat there, most of them were of what looked like a younger version of herself with three other people. Two of them were her age; both were boys who looked like they were trying to act tough. The third was a young woman that stood over them, smiling warmly. In the back of her mind, Mary's character memories were starting to come back to her. This was her team. This confused her slightly though, according to the briefing files, no one was supposed to know about her… she then cursed Sue-Authors with their continuity problems.

After a few moments of silence, most of them spent recollecting on the artificial memories; Mary heard the front door open and heard someone walking in. Looking towards the entrance, she saw an old man entering paper bags filled with what looked like groceries. Instantly in her mind, a name was placed to the face, Uncle.

Jumping up from the futon, Mary headed over to the man, taking one of the bags from him and smiling. "Welcome home, Uncle!" In her mind, Mary recognized this man as the one from the Sue's tragic past, the outsider that had taken her in and trained her. Uncle was just a title that she had given him to make him seem more like family. It appeared to make them both happy when she called him this. "How was work today?" Mary found herself asking. The Sue-Author must be hard at work.

"Oh, just a normal day at the office, Tsunade has been busier than ever. I'm amazed the workload hasn't gotten to her. But I suppose it all comes with being Hokage." New memories that hadn't been placed into Mary by the machine started to come to her. Her 'Uncle' worked as an assistant to the fifth Hokage, Tsunade, and wasn't an outcast as originally planned. "What else has changed? Let me guess… I'm supposed to be a man." Mary thought wryly as she continued to maintain her happy outer appearance. She then hugged her Uncle and looked up at him, smiling.

"Well, I'm glad you're back, Uncle. Would you like me to start diner?"

"Yes, that would be greatly appreciated, Takara." Her Uncle smiled down at her and then ruffled her hair before heading off to the living room. As Mary unpacked the groceries and relying on her artificial memories to remember a suitable recipe, she caught a glance of her Uncle picking up one of the photos, looking down at it with what appeared to be sadness and regret before placing it back on the table and turning away. "That's rather odd behavior…" Mary thought to herself as she began to prepare dinner.

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Mary and her Uncle sat down at the table, both eating their miso soup and rice in silence. To Mary, it reminded her a lot of her meals at home, quiet and peaceful. Except here, there was someone here to share the silence with. It wasn't one of those awkward silences, but more of an understanding of one's personal space silence. In other words, Mary liked it. Maybe she'd actually enjoy this job. She laughed quietly to herself at the thought, earning her an odd glance from her Uncle. She looked up at him and shook her head. "It's nothing, Uncle, just a funny thought." Her Uncle just smiled at her and then continued to eat his diner.

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Meanwhile…

UchihaGirl09132 sat at her keyboard, smiling broadly at her finished chapter. It was pleasant enough as far as introductions went, but she couldn't wait till she introduced Mary to her 'soul mate'. "Ah, Takara, you think you're life is pleasant now? Just wait till you meet, Itachi!"

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Author's Note: Lol, I kinda like where this left off… but don't worry, my muse is sober today and boy is she hard at work! The next chapter should be up much sooner than it took me to get this one up! Bye people! Remember to review! My muse and I love reveiws!