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. This is a "my world" type of story. That means that it all takes place in my world, in the good ol' state of Wisconsin, USA.
It will be a crossover from the Naruto ninja universe, so if you get shaken up during or after the traveling, dear anime characters, feel free to use a barf bag or the nearest wastebasket. Have a safe trip and don't forget to tip your transporter!
I ran down the hill to Main Street and paused at an intersection.
"C'mon, c'mon!" I thought, cursing the lights to change color, and fast. I was running late; I left at 7:20, instead of my usual 7:10 or 7:15 to make it on time for school.
I hated being late, because I wanted to have a chance to talk to my buddies before the doors opened and let the kids in (7:40). Then we only had ten more minutes before the late bell sounded and school starts at 8:00. I had a ways to go—ten blocks, I think. I wouldn't know. I don't count distance like that.
I began to run again, slowing down to a stop halfway down the sidewalk for a rest. I can only run short distances very quickly. It's how I am.
There was an alley way between me and the curb. I stopped to take a quick peek, just in case there was somebody about to run out or a car roving to exit that way.
Nothing, just some shadows in the back, with the owners of said shadows hiding behind one of the two buildings that made up the alley.
I saw a dark figure peek from behind the corner to take a look at me, probably to hear what all the noise was about with my shoes stomping and slapping the ground loudly. I seemed to have interrupted their conversation.
The one who did had spiky gray hair, but I paid no attention to it, not at first. Only after restarting my jogging/speed-walking did I comment on it to myself.
"Huh, that dude's hair reminds me of Kakashi." I muttered aloud.
That said, I then resumed running again to school, completely unaware that I would see that man and his friends again...
The person with gray hair, whom we've mentioned before, hastily withdrew his head from behind the corner of the building. He turned to look back at his students: A boy with thorny lemon-colored hair and large cerulean eyes and a girl with roseate hair and jade green eyes.
"Did she see you?" The boy asked him.
The man sighed.
"Yeah, but she didn't get suspicious."
The girl spoke up, clasping her gloved hands together.
"What are we going to do now?"
"I don't know, Sakura," the man admitted, "we'll just have to wait until she swings by us again."
"Why can't we go after her?!" the boy asked loudly.
"Naruto! Keep your voice down! Someone might here us!" the girl named "Sakura" scolded "Naruto".
"She's right, Naruto, be quiet; and we can't just follow her. If we were spotted, she might find some allies and attack us. You saw what happened when you tried to ask someone for directions."
Naruto nodded grudgingly. Ladies around here hit harder with purses than back at home in Konohagakure.
"So what are we going to do, just sit around and nab her when she walks past us?"
The man sighed again.
"I don't know, but it's best if we lay low for awhile; out of sight, out of mind. Otherwise we'll never get back home, and if we scare her off, she may never give us her help."
"Kakashi-sensei," Sakura asked tentatively, "are you absolutely sure she's the one to help us? There are so many other girls, it seems. What if she can't help us?"
Kakashi turned to stare hard at his student.
"You saw her face on the TV, didn't you? And you saw this building, those yellow arches*, this town, everything, right?" She nodded; what he was saying was true: the trio had seen all the pictures that had flashed across the screen.
"Of course she is the one. If she's not, then who is?"
"You're right."
Kakashi smiled a little behind his mask, which covered his whole face to the bridge of his nose.
"Great, now, Naruto."
"Yes sir!"
"Let's find a better place to scope the area. Sakura, you keep a lookout for any familiar faces."
"...Familiar faces?"
"Yeah, I have a feeling we're not the only ones in this predicament."
"Right!" And then the three began sprinting inconspicuously in their own opposite directions.
High above, atop the building roof that the three Konoha ninja had been hiding behind, stood a figure.
He stood, a hand on his hip, a smirk on his face. His large, round glasses shined in the bright glare of the sun, obscuring his eyes, which were more than likely knitting together at the brow to compliment his contemptuous expression.
"So, we're not the only ones who have stumbled across this strange new world, eh Lord Orochimaru?"
Another figure, taller than the first, strode up from behind, taking his place beside the other.
"Yes, it would seem so." the one named Orochimaru hissed.
"And it seems that your little friends are here with us..Sasuke." Kabuto said to the third person behind him.
The medic-nin heard a loud scoff.
"They are not my friends." said a cold voice.
"Could've fooled me." Sasuke took his place beside the sarcastic man.
"I could care less about them." he announced, more to himself than any of the two. The boy—not still yet a man—stared down at the spot where his former comrades once were.
"If you two are done with your idle chatter," Sasuke and Kabuto focused their attention on their Master, "it's time to get down to business. Kabuto you will observe this girl that Kakashi seems so keen on and report back to me. Sasuke, keep an eye on your comrades. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Lord Orochimaru." And with the orders issued, the two set out to do the Sound ninja's bidding.
