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Chapter 2 - Snag

Sakura Haruno

I blinked at his words. I didn't know how to reply to that, and if I did I doubted that I would be able to get it out of my paralyzed voice box. So, I just kept quiet and watched with terrified eyes as he began to pull himself the rest of the way out of my television. His upper torso was revealed as he used the television stand to pull, and I took notice of his attire. He was dressed up in a black cloak, one that was decorated with strange red clouds that had a white trim. I knew then, who he was, and I scooted to the side so that the coffee table was no longer in the way of my back-up.

He wasn't paying much attention to me now that he was focused on getting out of the television, his face towards the carpet. His hips and lower body began to pull through, and just as he was about to pull his legs out of the television, he fell face first into my carpet as another body suddenly tackled him from within the black. They both fell out of the television in an ungraceful heap, and they sat like that for a few moments while the new body began to let out shouts of joy.

"Tobi thought that you had gotten stuck in the portal, Deidara-senpai! Tobi's so glad he could get you unstuck!" The man wailed, hugging the waist of the blonde extremely tight.

The blonde's body shook once. I suspected from suppressed anger, and I slowly began to inch towards the back of the couch in fear of him blowing up, whether it be literally or figuratively. It was a terrible hiding place, I knew, but it was where I always felt safest aside from being under my bed. I don't know why, it was a childish thing for someone my age to do, but I couldn't help it. When my body was unable to get orders from my brain, when it was frozen in fear, it went on auto-pilot and that is where I would find myself.

"Tobi! You idiot! Get off of me, yeah!" Deidara suddenly yelled, lifting his face from the carpet. His blonde hair was all over the place, and his ponytail was now slightly askew from its normal position.

Tobi whined loudly, and continued to hug the blonde tightly. When it seemed apparent that the orange-masked man wasn't going to let go, Deidara swung out his foot at a terrifying speed. It slammed between Tobi's legs, and said person let out an almost girly wail. He clutched his abused man-parts, and fell onto the floor in pain.

Deidara pulled himself off the floor just as I began to crawl around the corner of the couch. I saw the television begin to violently ripple once more, the beginning of a hand poking through, and curiosity got the better of my simple mind. I hid behind the couch with my head peaking around the corner, watching with slightly fearful eyes as another person began to pull themselves out. Their fingers were curled around around the bottom of the television stand like Deidara's had been moments before, and suddenly a head full of red hair began to show.

'Sasori!' My nerd brain shouted, and my head began to hurt. It was impossible that these people were coming out of my television. These made up characters weren't supposed to exist, let alone scare young girls by shoving themselves through televisions. Their world was supposed to be fake, and only become real whenever I got trapped in my thoughts. This couldn't be happening.

Deidara helped pull Sasori out the rest of the way, and when the two began to look around I ducked behind the couch. Fear began to shake my entire being, and I bit my knuckles to hold back shaky breaths. I don't know why I was so afraid. Anyone other fan would be cheering with excitement, and would probably start helping the rest through the television despite the fact that these people could kill with just their pinkie finger. Or, in Deidara's case, just the palms of his hands.

"Hey, yeah, where'd that girl go?" Deidara suddenly mused, and my heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

"What girl, Deidara-senpai?" Tobi shouted loudly, making me jump at the sudden loud noise.

There was a sound of something being hit, and Tobi starting whining. I assumed that Deidara had smacked him upside the head, and fought back the little giggle that crawled up my throat. It felt odd to have laughter in my throat, when tears of fear were leaking from the corners of my eyes. Laughing was something I didn't do often, and if I did it was short-lived.

I looked towards the hallway, and wondered if I would be able to get to the front door. I sucked a lung full of air in, and began to silently crawl to the other side of the couch with extreme care.

The air of the room suddenly seemed to become much more occupied, almost cramped, and I knew that more of them were filing in through my television. I could hear their feet hit the carpet, and I began to panic. Extremely dangerous criminals were in my house. It didn't matter that they were from the world I was always dreaming about, if they found me and I proved to be useless I would die.

I faltered at the thought of my death. It was a bodies natural defense to try and survive, but what if I was to tired to keep up with it. What if I didn't want to live anymore? What if I was finally tired of trying each day, trying to meet weeks end, and trying to keep my self healthily fed with the tight budget I was one. I could hardly afford to pay for my school books each time the new year start, and I paid for what? To get the shit beat out of me by my principle, and to be a complete outcast among the other children.

Shaking my head, I shooed the thoughts away. It wasn't my time to die, and I was ashamed of myself for having these thoughts.

"Where the fuck are we?" A voice suddenly cursed, and I flinched slightly.

"I don't know, yeah, but I saw a girl earlier," Deidara pointed out to the others.

I paled slightly, and decided that there was no time better than now to start running for my life. I slowly moved from my crawling form, crouching slightly so that I was still covered by the back of the couch, and prepared myself to run as fast as I could. Taking a silent breath in through my nose, I bolted.

My bare feet thudded against the carpet, and I trained my eyes on the door. My aching legs pushed hard, and I could feel the muscles pulling inside my legs at the strain. Just as I thought that I might actually make it outside, I collided with a chest. I gasped loudly as I fell backwards, and two hands clasped my shoulder's harshly before I could fall all of the way down.

I shook, terrified, and looked up slowly. My eyes almost clashed with this character's, but when I caught sight of his black bangs I shut my eyes quickly before our eyes could meet. I looked away from him, not wanting to look at what I knew what there. A spinning sharingan, devoid of any emotion, yet threatening at the same time.

He used his grasp on my shoulders to turn me around, and then he started pushing me back towards the living room. I kept my eyes shut, but I obediently let him lead me to living room without protest. I did not want to know the consequences for disobeying an Akatsuki member, let alone Itachi Uchiha.

"Open your eyes," A deep, powerful voice commanded me.

A shiver of pure fear rolled through my body, and I carefully cracked open one eye. I stared into captivating eyes, and felt my lungs stop receiving air. The eyes were a shade of dark silver-purple eyes, and there were rings all the way the edges to the pupil. They made my organs freeze, and it felt like I was dead for a few seconds in time.

My own eyes widened with fear, as I stared right into the face of the Akatsuki leader. He looked just like he did online, from all of the fan art and pictures. He had a head full of spiky orange hair, almost unnaturally sticking out. He was extremely pale, and he was much taller then my 5"4 stature. True to the Anime and Manga, his face and ears were pierced multiple times. The three square studs he had on each side of the bride of nose looked at bit painful as I gaze up at them, and felt the urge to rub my own nose.

"What is your name?" He asked, his ringed eyes boring down upon me.

"S-Sakura. Sakura Haruno," I blurted, trying to look away from his eyes.

He took hold of my face, keeping me still. I tried to ignore the pain radiating from the bruise on my cheek, and watched as slight confusion colored his face. He pulled back his pale hand, rubbing his fingers together. I noticed that he had some of my cover up stuck to the skin of his fingers, and felt a haunting chill go through me.

Looking back up, he narrow his eyes and he lightly swiped his hand across my cheek. I could feel the light layer of cover-up be smeared and wiped away at the contact, and let my eyes fall to the floor. The light swipe had made the bruise ache slightly, tender to the touch. I knew that the bruise was mostly visible now, and for some reason I just wanted to keep hiding it. It was an ugly blemish on my face, not that my face looked good in the first place. I could see no beauty in me when I looked in a mirror, so having a dark colored mark on my face just made more sour about it.

"Hm," He mused slightly, and I looked up at him without moving my head.

"Where are we?" He questioned me, looking at the make-up staining his skin.

It almost matched his skin color, since I was so pale my-self. I was almost the color of snow, and I found it difficult to get color to my skin. My boss always suggested I get a tan during the summer time, to make me seem more attractive and that the male customers would want to come back. I tried, but nothing I did worked. I could only burn, and I refused to spray tan. My boss thought it was insubordination to his orders, but after a while of working there he gave up one trying to change my skin color.

"Greenevale, Oregon," I whispered slightly, feeling all of their eyes on me.

I wanted to start crying again, but I refused to let them see every ounce of fear in me. My eyes could be read like an open book, I knew that, so that meant that they knew I was scared. That, however, didn't stop me from not wanting to shed my tears in front of them. To be honest, though, I didn't see them as threatening as the thunder and lightning. In fact, they were more of a distraction fear. Throughout this whole escapade the storm over head had been brewing, and lightning flashes were lighting up the darkness beyond my curtained windows. For that small amount of time I had forgotten about the storm, but since this thought had crossed my mind I was becoming slightly frightened of the storm overhead.

Pein raised an eyebrow, and demanded, "Which country is that in?"

I flinched at the boom of his voice, and spoke softly, "The United States of America?"

His eye brow raised at the tone of my statement, and I knew it had come off as more a question. I held my breath slightly, watching as the gears in his head seemed to turn in thought. Slowly, he reached inside of his cloak, and fished around from something in one of the inner pockets. Chilly fear rolled through my bones, and when he began to pull his hand out I flinched violently, thinking that he was about to his me with something. I cracked open an eye after a few seconds of waiting for an impact, only to see him looking at me with an odd expression. There was a scroll in his hands, and I relaxed slightly in Itachi's hold.

'Oh...'

Brushing off my odd reaction, he unrolled the scroll and began to gaze over its contents. After a few moments of his reading a deep frown darkened his features, and he slowly turned towards the rest of the Akatsuki, who were waiting silently for his word. He read over the scroll for almost another minute, before he rolled it up once more and tucked it away inside his Akatsuki cloak.

"The jutsu has failed, we will preform it once more to get it to take us back home," Pein told them, his voice the loud, commanding voice of a leader.

The members nodded, and began to straighten themselves up. The few that had sat apon my furniture stood up and stretched, and as I looked around I clashed gazes with Deidara. He smirked at me slightly, and I fought down a blush. I looked away from him, and continued to exam the room until my eyes fell upon Pein once more.

He looked back towards me, his ringed eyes piercing my soul with their intensity, and commanded, "You will be coming with us, girl."

My eyes opened wide in shock, and I couldn't breath. I was getting kidnapped. I was getting kidnapped by fictional characters who came through my television in the middle of a thunderstorm. I watched as they started to move my furniture away from the center of the room and towards the walls, without my consent. That didn't both me so much, furniture could be pushed back to there rightful places. What bothered me was when Pein started drawing kanji on my white carpet with some kind of black substance. Those stains would never come out without me spending quite a pretty penny. A pretty penny I didn't have.

Itachi pushed me over to the center of Pein's drawings, and let go. Frozen, I watched as the members began to form a circle around me just as Pein finished up his drawings. He filled in his space of the circle between Sasori and Hidan, and the members began to do hand signs in perfect harmony. Their movements were so fast, my eyes could hardly catch a solid hand sign.

Almost a minute into their hands signs, the air started to get heavier. It was almost like their was a sudden pressure in the room, and it felt like I was suffocating. My breaths began to become panicked, and I looked around at the different members to see their reactions. Most of them were had there eyes closed in concentration, while some were blankly looking ahead of them as they preformed.

The lighting in the room seemed to get duller. I didn't know if it was my eyes themselves, or if the room was really getting this dull. It was like looking through a mirror that had foggy edges, clearest in the center and even then it was hard to see.

Suddenly, there was a loud CRACK that sounded through the air and a flash of blinding white light. The light surrounded me, and I shrieked, dropping to my knees. Eyes shut tight, I waited for something abnormal to happen, but nothing happened. For almost five minutes I kneeled on the floor with my eyes shut, and after that time passed I cracked my eyes open.

We were still in my house, there was still black kanji on my poor white carpet, and there were passed out Akatsuki members littered about my living room.

I had to have a cup of hot chocolate. The stress was coming to a boiling point, and I felt like I was either going to burst into hysterical tears, maniacal laughter, or pull out the butcher knife in my silverware drawer and start a mass murdering spree upon my unsuspecting neighborhood. Hot chocolate had always calmed me down, so I tore open a packet of chocolate powder, mixed it in some milk, and nuked it in the microwave.

Sitting at my kitchen table, I tapped my foot repeatedly against the tiled flooring as I rapidly sipped my hot chocolate. I didn't know exactly what to do with the passed out, fictional characters in my living room. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't completely weak in the standards of my world, but the chances of me being able to lift one of those men were slim to none.

Even if I could carry one of them, where would I carry them? The police station was on the other side of town, and it wasn't like when I got there I could just say: 'Oh, hey, yeah, this is one of several men that crawled through my television screen during the last storm. They're fictional characters from my favorite TV show, and they tried to kidnap me. Could you, ya' know, do something?'

That would be a great way to get me a one-way ticket to the loony bin dressed up in a shiny new, white jacket. Besides, even if I did turn them in, they could break out of any of our normal prisons with their hands cuffed behind their backs.

Another reason I didn't feel the urge to turn them in was because, despite the fact that I had tried to escape earlier, they didn't seem so bad now that they were all heavily sleeping. They were spread out across the room, occasionally twitching or shifting in their sleep. I couldn't help but notice that Kisame, Hidan, Deidara, and Tobi were the only ones that really snored. If the others did it was really quiet, and only for a few moments before they quit.

There was a sudden sound of movement, and my head snapped towards the doorway. I tilted back in my chair, looking into the living room through the wide door way. Tobi was the one who had shifted, and in his sleep he had attempted hugging Hidan. Hidan, who seemed to notice the cling-on, violently kicked in his sleep and nailed Tobi in the hip.

I flinched, but luckily Tobi didn't wake from the violent hit. He merely began to cuddle into the plushness of my, now written on, carpet.

Slowly, I stood from my seat at the table and walked into the living room. I stepped over Itachi, happy that they were so dopey that even their ninja senses wouldn't wake them. I moved around Zetsu, and vaguely wondered how they got him to fit through my television. His lower body was slim enough for it, but the venus fly-trap around his upper body looked like it would quite the squeeze to get it through my TV.

I was headed for the other hallway, so that I could go to the bathroom, but something caught my eye as I stepped over Kisame. Samehada had fallen off of Kisame's back when he passed out, and the chakra-eating sword lay upon my carpet quietly. A few of the bandages had become unraveled, and the parts showing almost looked as if they were moving.

Now, I wasn't stupid. I knew that Kisame's sword literally shredded anything that wasn't its owner, but that didn't stop me from being curious. I reached over Kisame, who gave out an obnoxious snore, and pulled a leaf off the plastic potted plant I had in the corner. Getting down on my knees, I slowly began to reach the leaf towards the sword.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, kitten."

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