Author's Note: Another of my favorites, I needed a break from all the relationship/plot stuff. Letting my brain go wild and write something a bit 'cracky' proved to be a great way to take a break.

Disclaimer: Naruto's rot mine. Neither is the anime/manga that I took inspiration from for this chapter. Do you know what it is ;)?

"Miharu, you've made us late." My mom elbowed me in the rib. "Now we'll never get the paperwork done before lunch." I looked up at her. What a ridiculous assertion. I rolled my eyes and twirled the ends of my two braids between my thumb and forefinger. "Come on, let's just go. I'm sure we've keep the principal waiting long enough."

"Yeah, whatever." I dropped my hair and starting fanning at my face. It was hot out today. August. 'Tis a silly month. My mother and I pushed through the doors of the administrative building. This whole establishment felt...pretentious. The two of us walked into the numbered room we were instructed to in my enrollment certificate. The two of us sat down in plush backed chairs in the room. In front of us was a large wooden desk, and seated behind was an older woman with her blonde hair in long pigtails at her neck. She looked up from her stack of paperwork.

"I have to admit, Miss Yoshizawa, the director of our art program was incredibly impressed with your application portfolio." She turned towards my mother, "Though, there is still an ample amount of paper work that needs to be done." She turned back towards me. "Why don't you take a tour of the building. While there's no one here, maybe you'll get a feel for it before you start."

~Lucidity~

"Hello?" I called through the vacant halls. Of course I wasn't expecting any response. What kind of person comes to school over summer break.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I whipped my head around towards the source of the tapping. There was a little stuffed pig with wings in the middle of the hallway. It appeared to have a watch around its leg.

"Huh. That wasn't there before, was it?" I turned back and continued to make my way down the hallway, hoping to stumble across the art department.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Now stop it, you. I know pigs can't read watches." I turned around to look at the pig. The hallway was empty. "What?" I looked through the crack of an open door and saw an a button eye wink at me. "Hey! Wait a minute, you! I'm not going to be teased by a stuffed pig. How is that even possible?" I ran after it and pushed through the door.

"You're late Miharu." I looked around. The pig was in the center of the room, shaking its butt at me and flapping its wings.

"What's going-" I stepped forward onto a tile and felt it fall from beneath my feet. Soon after the rest of the tiles began to crumble away. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed loudly as I started falling. I felt no wind whip around me. It was as if I had stopped. I hesitantly opened my eyes. I was standing in the center of a tiled room so vast I couldn't tell where it started or ended. All I could see were shadows. Above me was a brilliantly bright source of light shining directly down upon me.

"Where am I?" I looked around, but felt no urge to move. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a long maroon court dress.

"Your majesty, you are hereby being sentenced to death for crimes of heresy against the crown. Do you have any last words?" A male, approximately my age was sitting in a throne with an empty seat next to him. His hair was silver and atop his head rested a fur trimmed crown. He was clad in expensive looking velvet robes, but despite his civilized dress, there was almost something primitive in his violet eyes. I reached up and felt my head. On top of my head sat a crown.

"How can you sentence the queen to death? I demand a trial." I crossed my arms and scoffed. Some king he is.

"I can agree to such terms. How does the jury find the defendant?" He turned his head to his left. A girl, again close to my age, with long blonde hair and a fine plum colored silk dress read from a scroll.

"We find your majesty, the queen, guilty." She rolled her scroll back up.

"It's been decided. Your death will be at sundown."

"What?" I screamed.

"Hmm, death by ramen. Knight, take her away." Death doesn't sound so bad now.

"Yes your majesty." A knight had appeared next to me. He had long blonde hair and blue eyes. He grabbed me violently by the arm and I tried to pull away, his strength easily overpowered mine.

"Let go of me!" I shouted as we walked into the deep shadowy abyss of the rest of the room.

"Shut up, yeah. I'm helping you escape." I stopped struggling.

"What?"

"Do you want to die, stupid?" I was offended by his insults, I had just met him.

"I am your queen. You will address me as such!"

"Sorry 'such'. No time for talking." In front of us was a large dark oak door. He pushed it open. Beyond the door was an endless blackness.

"But who are you?"

"That's not important, now go." He saluted me before shoving me through the door. I fell backwards into the darkness and felt a familiar falling sensation wash over me. I closed my eyes again and started screaming. Similar to the first time, I felt still once more. I opened my eyes. I was sitting in a nail salon in a mall. My hand was stretched out in front of me and a man with long black hair tied back was filing at my nail with a white buffing block. He was chewing gum loudly and began to talk.

"And then I was like 'Girl, I ain't got time for your shit. I'm out!' And then I dumped her ass like a hot tamale. I mean, like, bitch, either you choose me or you lose me. I am not a booty call." My hand was stretched out in front of me. He had a strong city accent and heavy bags beneath his eyes.

"You tell her!" I turned my head a bit and saw a tall guy with blue skin and dark blue hair working on the nails of a young looking redheaded male.

"Yeah, don't you take no shit. You are way better than that." The second voice came from a dark skinned man with stitches all across him. He had messy shoulder length hair, and piercing green eyes. I looked back to my nails and began to pull back. What is going on here?

"Don't worry girl, I've been doing my own nails my whole life. You're in good hands." I looked back up at him.

"What's going on here?" I raised an eyebrow and looked around me. I'd never been here before. "Where am I?"

"Girl," He leaned in and started whispering, "Have you been hitting the pre-cocktail party cocktails. I totally won't tell." I gasped in surprise.

"Of course not, I'm not even old enough to drink." He laughed.

"Like that stops anyone." He smirked to himself and continued my nails. "There, you're done. That'll be twenty." I looked down at my hands. My nails were painted a deep, glossy grey. He held his hand out waiting for payment.

"Oh, yes, right, of course." I looked down at my feet. I guess I had remembered to bring my purse. I reached down into it looking for my wallet. Hm, it's not here. I reached further into it until my entire arm was inside. "Hold on just a moment." I stuck my head into my bag. It didn't seem to end. "Now where could iy be?" I felt something tug on my arm. "Hm, curious, what could that-" It yanked hard and I was pulled inside my bag. I closed my eyes again, but opened them before I felt any sort of falling sensation. This was beginning to get old. I looked around. I was floating weightlessly in blackness, though I could see myself clearly despite no obvious source of light. Various articles of furniture and junk floated around similarly to me.

"Why, hello there." I looked over my shoulder and saw a teenage girl wearing a pink kimono, sitting on a toadstool. Her dark brown hair was tied up into two buns on the side of her head, with crystal flowers dangling from the pins she had shoved into them. She sipped casually at a cup of tea.

"Who are you?"

"What is important is not who I am, but who you are." She kept her eyes closed and took another sip.

"I know who I am. I am Miharu." I crossed my arms against my chest.

"But what is a name? Are you your name? Or is your name you?" I raised an eyebrow. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, my dear. Who are you?" I thought for a moment. Her toadstool rocked back and forth in the void, but her tea showed no signs of sipping.

"I am Miharu Yoshizawa. I'm 16 years old and I attend Konoha Prep." I hoped that answer would suffice.

"You are not your name, and your name is not you." I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around quickly and saw a girl with shoulder length pink hair and a green kimono sitting on a similar toadstool as the first. Her hair was held back partially by a long red silk headband that flowed behind her.

"What do you mean?"

"You are you. Independent of titles and identifiers. Who you were five minutes ago is not who you are now." She paused and took a sip of her tea, "What do you want?" I leaned back a bit and started rotating backwards in the void. I don't know what I want. I couldn't remember anything, but felt an odd sensation pull at my soul. Maybe it was just gas though.

"I want steak." I didn't feel hungry, but I wanted to eat.

"Think just a bit harder than that." A third girl sipping tea on a toadstool had appeared to my right. She had long indigo hair with a crystal embellished comb and wore a lavender kimono. I turned slowly towards her. What's with all the mushrooms?

"I want to know what the hell is going on here." I held out my hands in front of me, expecting to be given some kind of answer.

"I can arrange that." The brown haired girl said from my side. I suddenly felt sleepy and closed my eyes despite unwillingness to do so. I felt a pulsing heat in my stomach as I opened my eyes again. I was laying in a field of poppies. The sky above me was crystal clear. I felt neither cold, nor hot, and the sun was shining bright as it slowly set beyond the horizon. I lifted my head and looked around. The fields continued on for miles. I turned over my shoulder. Beneath a lone tree sat two bunches of flowers. I walked over to examine them more closely.

The one on the left held a hydrangea, a cactus flower, and a holly branch. It was tied together with a red ribbon affixed with a golden fleur-de-lis pin.

The one on the right one held gardenia, a zinnia, and a violet tied together with a blue ribbon. Tacked onto the ribbon was a pewter pin in the shape of a horse. Sitting between the flowers a cat, cautiously waving her tail around.

"The hell does this mean?" I picked up the first bunch and reached for the second. The cat swatted at my hand, leaving a long gash. I couldn't feel any pain, but I knew I should have. I put the one I was holding down and hesitantly reached for the other one to examine it closely. The cat didn't react. I grabbed for the other one and got scratched again. "I can't choose both of them, can I?" The cat closed her eyes and licked its paw. I dropped the flowers and looked up towards the tree where the knight and king were standing, watching me. The king began talking.

"Do you think she knows that she's dreaming?" The knight shrugged and rolled his eyes.

"If she does, she's great at acting dumb, yeah." My ears perked up.

"I can hear you, you know!" They both looked at each other and shrugged before disappearing to the other side of the tree. I ran after them but there was no one there.

"What's going on?" I went back to the flowers and began to reach for one, having made up my mind.

"Miharu!" I whipped my head around. A disembodied voice began shouting. I closed my eyes, expecting to fall through the earth.

"Miharu, wake up! Sakura made waffles!" I felt another falling sensation. My eyes fluttered open and everything was blurry at first. Tenten's head came into focus. "Waffles, Miharu. Waffles." I snapped up.

"Really? I love waffles."

"Come on then, let's go." I stood up from the make shift bed that was on the floor of Tenten's bedroom and walked out into the hall with her.

"I can't seem to shake the feeling that I had a really weird dream."

"Really, what was it about?"

"You know, I can't seem to remember it."