Naruko felt something pulling out of her as she was tossed around in the portal. With a final jerk, she was hauled out of the portal. She braced herself for a hard and bruising arrival, but she landed on a notoriously softer thing than the ground with a thud. A male 'oomph' was audible and when Naruko looked up, she noticed she fell face first into a young, tall, handsome, redhead man's chest. To make it better, she was seated in his lap. If not for him, she would have had a bruised face, seeing the coarse texture of the alley's road they were in.
"Oh, sorry, I umm..." The man snorted.
"Funny how you don't even recognise me," he said with a smirk, his mezo voice velvety and tempting. Just like...
"Kurama?!" Naruko shrieked increduliously. The fox's smirk only widened.
"Exactly, now get up and let me check if we have everything to start anew." The teenage girl nodded meekly and stood up while Kurama fiddled around with some papers that magically appeared. He was tall, all right. With Fiery, orange-red hair, all right. Piercing red eyes that cooled into bluish grey like her mother's, all right. So this was really Kurama. He even had the three lines on his cheeks, like Naruko herself had.
"What now?" The girl inquired. Kurama looked up at Naruko and arranged the papers in his leather officebag. "And what are those papers?"
"We are going to look for a place to stay. And because of the laws of this world, I'm going to be your guardian," Kurama declaired. "And these papers are our documents. Now let's go." Naruko nodded and followed her now guardian companion.
"Where are we?" She asked as she looked around the bustling city.
"I don't exactly know, but we will find out soon," the red-head man replied. "And call me Kurama Namikaze from now on." This made Naruko come to a full stop.
"W-What?" She asked, dumbfounded.
"I'm going to be your elder brother in this world, and I'll be a Namikaze in favour of your father who holds my other half," the fox said, rolling his eyes.
"He holds your other half?!" She shrieked.
"Yes," Kurama rolled his eyes harder. "So, you're an Uzumaki after our 'mother' and I will be a Namikaze after our 'father'," he did the airquotes at 'mother' and 'father', as Minato and Kushina weren't actually his parents. They turned onto a main street that lead to a bigger square that had a tetraeder-like glass construction and a large elegant, yellowish building with a blue roof that had a few smaller domes. In the front of the square, stood a massive triple arch, carved with extraordinary details, depicting two troops with their leader signing a peace treaty. People strolled around, taking pictures here and there. That's when Kurama noticed an old Chinese man with a walking stick following them, wearing a red and white Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. He was watching them intently and pensively. He seemed weary and tense, but not hostile.
"You can stay with me for a while," he finally said, indicating he had heard all their conversation. "Untill you find a place to stay that is."
"Thank you, sir!" Naruko chirped gratefully and kicked Kurama in the shin.
"Ah, yeah, thank you," the male hissed out, glaring at the girl. The old man chuckled and spoke.
"What are your names?"
"Naruko Uzumaki!" The teenager declaired. Another kick at Kurama's shin.
"Kurama Namikaze, elder brother of this girl," he growled out half hissing. "What about you?"
"I'll tell you later. I know who you are, Nine Tails," the old man said. "If-"
"I mean no harm and I wish to live a peacefull life," Kurama said half annoyed. The Chinese nodded satisfiedly, visibly more relaxed.
"Follow me then, youngsters," he finally said. The redhead muttered an 'I'm not a youngster' under his nose, but followed nonetheless. The old man showed them the city, which had lots of tourist attractions. There was a triangle shaped iron tower that looked like it was made out of a grid, a huge river that cut the city in half, bridges, out of which one was full of lockets, representing couples' love - as the old man explained. He showed them the currency humans used in that country, called Euro, had them properly fed in a nice restaurant and had them have enough clothes and basic necessities. Occasionally, they would hear a commotion or two somewhere in the city and would see a young girl clad in a red and black spotted suit and a young boy in a black suit with ears and a tail leap in the air to deal with whatever happened. The guests from another world even got to know what a smartphone, a credit card, a laptop/pc and various electronic gadgets were.
"I'll need to find a job to make a living," Kurama bemoaned. "I won't be able to laze around like I wished!"
"Well, working makes you humble," the old man chuckled knowingly. "We can start looking for a job or a course tomorrow," he added with a smile. The Kyuubi grumbled unsatisfiedly and looked at the sleek phone he bought for himself. Naruko was aready pressing her own phone, installing games and goofing around with various settings.
Once it was nearing the end of the day, the old man decided to lead them to his house. It was a spacious apartment with a livingroom-like foyer for the customers that was separated from his kitchen, bathroom, guestroom and his bedroom. The Chinese man showed them into the guestroom and helped them organise their stuff.
"So," the man started. "Why and how did you get here?" Kurama and Naruko looked at each other and the older decided to tell their story with a brief explanaition of their world too.
"So we ended up here," Naruko concluded.
"I see," the old man nodded. "And what makes you so sure that this world is unreachable for them?"
"It's billions and billions of light-years away from our universe, and the magnetic field around this planet and this galaxy is only compatible with my Chakra, still, only minimally. Even I am in a weakened state," Kurama explained levelly. The old man nodded again and stood up, saying he would make some tea for them. Naruko in the meantime, decided to explore the house. It was full of traditional Chinese furniture here and there, but what caught Naruko's eyes was a bronze-gold gramophone with an octogon shaped bakelit-player made of wood. It was dark mahagony with dragon patterns and Chinese landscape patterns. On the front it had 9 golden buttons.
"You like it?" The old man's voice made Naruko jolt.
"A-ah yes!"
"It's an antique piece," he said chuckling, handing her a cup of tea. "And one day, you might find out it's secret." Naruko gazed at the man pensively, sipping her tea.
"You didn't tell us your name," she suddenly said. The old man chortled knowingly. With mirth lacing his voice he spoke.
"Call me Master Fu and welcome to the city of Paris."