Cloud: sighs deeply I have officially been sucked into this fanfic. And the sad thing is, the head plot dust bunny loves it. And now I am running low on ideas for Not All Seeing (for those of you that are reading it, gomen!) and I'm kinda frustrated about that.
Kairi: Stop ranting! You love writing this fic and you know it!
Cloud: I know...that's that really sad part. sighs deeply yet again
Kairi: Glares dangerously Just get on with it...
Cloud: R-right! Here is my first contribution to this fic. Enjoy!
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"I'm home!" a voice rang out to no one in particular, accompanied by the slam of a door. School books were abandoned instantly, left on the top of an old piano that desperately needed tuned. Footsteps echoed throughout the empty house. Brown DCs with periwinkle laces were kicked off an into a corner, and a blue and gold band jacket was thrown onto a deep green armchair.
"Huh, I guess nobody is home..." the 15 year old trailed off, brushing some blonde hair out of her eyes. She walked into the kitchen, eager to get some normal food, unlike the chemical disaster that made up the school lunches. The quiet humming of the refrigerator seemed loud when compared to the overall silence throughout the house.
"I hope Mom bought some more apples..." the blonde said to herself, her mouth beginning to water at the thought of the juicy, red fruit. She grabbed the handle of the refrigerator and pulled it open, the suction making a soft, odd sound. Her jaw dropped instantly when her blue eyes met with the contents of the fridge. Or rather, the lack of contents.
"What the hell?" the blonde yelled. "Who ate all the food?" Her blue eyes scanned the entire fridge anxiously, pulling open all the drawers and looking in each and every shelf. Nothing could be found inside the cool appliance. Shock coursing through her body, she opened the door to the freezer. It was empty as well. She ran over to the cupboard and her jaw dropped yet again when her eyes met with the obvious lack of food. She ran throughout the house, searching desperately for some trace of food, but all that could be found was the familiar green bags of dog food.
"What is going on?" the blonde murmured, feeling awfully crazy. She pinched herself on the arm with painted black fingernails, and felt even more insane when she didn't find herself waking up from some weird dream. And then she heard it. Some soft snickering from upstairs.
Tiptoeing quietly, she crept up the stairs and pressed her ear against the door to her room. And that is when she a hushed voice speaking.
"Dear Diary...My parents just don't get me---"
Blue eyes narrowed in anger, and in one fluid motion she twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.
"GET AWAY FROM MY DIARY!" she screamed, her blue eyes clouded with rage. And the tanned hand that was holding the small black diary dropped it instantly with a tiny thump. Frightened cerulean and ebony met with shocked blue.
An awkward silence filled the room.
"What--What's going on? Wh-what are you guys doing in my room?" the blonde stuttered, confusion and shock evident on her pale face.
"Oh, this is your room? I like the colors." the ebony-eyed brunette said appreciatively, eyeing the two crimson walls.
"Yeah, nice black comforter." the blonde snickered, forgetting his previous fear when he had been caught reading the diary.
"Nice orange pants, you prick." the blonde girl said, eyes narrowed.
"Haha, you got called a prick!" the brunette exclaimed, obviously overjoyed. "You're pretty cool." he continued, turning to the girl. "What's your name?"
"You guys can call me Cloud." the blonde answered back, still slightly wary of the two boys in her room.
Noticing that Cloud looked slightly distracted, the jumpsuit-clad boy turned his gaze to a old, wooden desk, where various papers were scattered about. Upon closer inspection, the blonde boy saw that most of the papers were artwork. Leaning down, he ruffled through some of the papers. Then one caught his eye. It was a pencil sketch of two chibis holding hands. The blushing chibi had a hairstyle that seemed oddly familiar to him, while the other had three whisker-like marks on each cheek.
"What the hell?!" the blonde boy shrieked, causing the other two in the room to jump. "Why is there a drawing of me holding hands with Sasuke-teme?!?!"
"Oh, that..." Cloud started weakly, blushing slightly. "It's from a fanfic that I am writing."
"A fanfic?" the brunette echoed, his dark eyes wide with shock. "And a fanart of Sasuke and Naruto? Wait a minute, we've just met! How do you know us?"
"Forget that, Kiba!" Naruto said angrily. "First, I want an explanation. Why am I holding hands with Sasuke?!"
"Chill out, Naruto." Cloud said, rolling her eyes. "Look at the drawing underneath the one of you and Sasuke."
Groaning in frustration, Naruto obliged and looked at the drawing below. It was another pencil sketch chibi, holding a bottle of what appeared to be alcohol. Judging by the fang-like marks on each cheek, Naruto recognized instantly that it was Kiba. Behind Kiba, there were two small figures, but judging by the hairstyle of the one and the gourd on the other's back, Naruto could see that it was Sasuke and Gaara. Sasuke had an expression of shock, while Gaara looked as he normally did. Pissed off. Underneath, there was a caption. 'Inuzuka Kiba has to be the bravest ninja in the world. Or the dumbest. We really haven't decided yet.'
"I think he's the dumbest." Naruto said. "But what does this have to do with me holding Sasuke's hand?"
"It's easy." Cloud replied. "Sasuke got over his initial shock of Kiba taking the last bottle, and he got really mad. So you went up to him and grabbed his hand to lead him away. Go ahead and read the caption for that one."
Naruto looked back at the offending drawing and read the caption to himself. 'Now now, Sasuke, no vengeance for you today.'
"Ok, I guess that helps explain it. But why is the bastard blushing?" Naruto asked, still suspicious.
"He's drunk, of course." Cloud lied quickly, her poker face perfect.
"Oh, that explains it..." Naruto trailed off, finally looking eased.
"Why was Sasuke drunk?" Kiba asked, his dark eyes curious.
"Oh, you and Naruto decided to throw a huge drunken party during the chunin exams at Suna, while Tsunade and a bunch of other jonin and genin were gone. So almost everyone that showed up ended up completely wasted."
"Wow." Kiba said softly, his face full of awe. "That's something that I think we would actually do..."
"Well I would hope so." Cloud said smugly. "I wouldn't want to make you guys out of character. It ruins all the fun."
"Okay, now that we have the fanart business settled, I think you should explain something else to us now." Kiba said. "How do you know us?"
"Ok, this is the only way I can think of explaining it." Cloud said, moving to her bookshelf. Pulling two objects gently from their places, she handed one to Kiba and one to Naruto. Both boys gasped as they looked at the covers. Across the front were bold, orange letters, coming together to form a name. Naruto.
"Whoa...this is too weird..." Kiba said, his dark eyes wide as he stared down at the manga in his hands. "Whoa..."
"I have a manga series based on...me?" Naruto asked, his cerulean eyes swimming with shock.
"Yep." Cloud said simply, amused by both boys' expressions. "Pretty much."
"So that mean...you know?" Naruto asked Cloud in a weak voice, causing Kiba to raise a single eyebrow at vague question.
"Yeah, I know." Cloud replied, thinking of the powerful demon known as Kyuubi. "And I don't think any differently of you."
Naruto smiled at Cloud, who returned the smile with her own. Kiba looked confused, but decided that it would be best not to question the weird exchange of words.
"So in this world, we are fictional?" Kiba asked, obviously changing the subject.
Cloud nodded in response. "So how did you guys get here?" she asked.
"I'm not sure..." Naruto responded. "I don't remember exactly what happened. I just remember waking up in this room with Kiba."
"Hm, I wonder if you two are the only one's here..." Cloud trailed off, looking lost in thought. And then she suddenly remembered that the house was completely devoid of food. Her blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "Did you guys take the food?"
"Food?" Kiba echoed. "No, we haven't left this room. Why?"
Blue eyes clouded over with rage as the pieces finally came together. "I am gonna kill...Chouji."
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Kairi: I can't believe you snuck some SasuNaru in here!
Cloud: Psssht that didn't count.
Kairi: Tricky tricky...starts to mutter about anti-SasuNaru stuff
Cloud: Well, if anyone right now has any questions, comments or suggestions, review!
Kairi: Just review period. You will make us happy and such!