©Sunrisepainter: Kono Sekai Wo Koete: Tomodachi
Titel: Kono Sekai Wo Koete: Tomodachi
Fandom: Naruto Shipuudden
Genre: Adventure, Humor
Raiting: K+
Author: Sunrisepainter
Language: English Translation
Original Version: s/12883679/1/Kono-Sekai-Wo-Koete-Freundschaft
Summary: One day, sixteen years old Yoshigawa Chinatsu from Tokyo somehow wakes up in a forest in parallel world near a village which is called Konohagakure and populated by ninjas. In the beginning, she can't get a long with all those crazy people in this strange world at all. Especially this blonde "blockhead", named Naruto, drives her up the wall every time they clash. All she wants is to get home as fast as possible. However, she kind of gets used to her new life. After a while, she also makes some new friends, which is a whole new experience for the once moody and isolated girl. Will she find a way back to Tokyo or stay in Konoha forever? And why doesn't it seem coincidentally that her faith appears to be connected to this strange village? More and more secrets are revealed and in the end our heroine won't even know herself any more. PAIRINGS still to be decided!
Main Character:
Name: Chinatsu Yoshigawa
Nickname: Chi-chan
Age: 16
Zodiac sign: Krebs
Birthday: 21. July
PROLOGUE
Prejudices – that was the only thing on my mind while watching the two girls from the corner of my eye. The also looked at me, whispered into each other's ears and giggled sillily.
It was obvious that they were making fun of me. Probably, they were laughing about my clothes or the way I was absolutely lost in my adventure novel. They probably said that I was peculiar and called me a freak behind my back, just because I didn't look like any old Japanese school girl. Well, they didn't know me which means they were prejudiced against me.
However, I didn't give a damn as I was just the same as them. I thought they were two stupid, silly goosed who were only interested in their looks and their reputation. I also was prejudiced.
In the end, it's quite normal to have prejudices. Everyone is the same. It is human's nature and can't be switched off as easy as a light or a TV. Nonetheless, there are some people out there claiming they would never judge others based on looks or actions. I think they are lying. Or maybe, I am just jealous of them.
There I was now, sitting on a park bench. I was reading the same sentence for the third time now as I was too busy thinking about lied, prejudices and silly gooses. I sighed, closed the book and threw the empty can of coke, which I had been holding on to for more than ten minutes, into a bin.
Yay! Yet another time, I ensured that the streets of Tokyo remained clean! Cheers for Chinatsu who actually was able to clean up her mess in public places! The savior of our planet!
Slowly I walked home.
From time to time I glance through the display windows of the little shops I passed by. There was not much to see as most of them were crowded with people in front. That's how it is living in gigantic cities: The streets were filled with people, cars and smog.
Not that I want to complain. One way or the other I had no other choice but to stay in Tokyo for the time being. I was still attending school. Furthermore, I inherited my mothers apartment who unfortunately died a short while ago.
A sad story I seldom talk about. I had no one to talk to anyway. Since I was living alone, everyday had been like hell to me. I had struggled to pay for my tution and barely necessities- I had neither family nor friends who could help me out. Wether the reason was that I didn't care much about other people or that I had the secret talent to put people off, I didn't know.
It was a fact that I would always be alone for the rest of my life. Yoshigawa chinatsu – the orphan. I didn't know my father at all as my mother did never talk about him. There were no photos, no letters or anything else. Sometimes it seemed as if he didn't even exist in the first place. As if every single memory of him had been removed from my mind.
By the way, my last name was the same as my mothers which means that I didn't have any clues about his name at all. In the end, I decided to be an orphan no matte what.
At this point of time I didn't care about him one bit. I was more worried about the fact that the temperature was around 40 degrees in the shade today and that I still had to walk up all the stairs to my apartment.
After I had reached the tenth floor after ten whole minutes, I was sweating and completely out of breath. I almost didn't get to open my door as the idea to just lay down on my doormat was too tempting. Of course, that would have looked quite strange, so I just trudged into my small room and exhaustedly collapsed on my couch.
Fortunately, my apartment was air-conditioned. Cheer for the progress of development!
»It's finally Friday«, I mumbled happily and buried my face in the pillow.
As other people my age, I thought that going to school was extremely annoying. However, I never wasted much thoughts about my future. At the moment, I worked part-time in a tea shop, but I didn't like it at all.
I was just in need of the money as my mother didn't leave me much. I suddenly remembered that I still had to clean up my kitchen. I rarely di, thought. I was a messy person by heart. At least when it came to chores at home. I slowly picked myself up and dragged my feet into the small kitchen. First of all, I boiled some hot water and prepared myself a cup of tea. After sighing deeply, I started washing the dishes. After all, it was just another normal, boring day in my utterly fantastic life!
Do you get it? I'm an awfully sarcastic girl! That was one of the few things my mother didn't like about me, but I couldn't stop. Perhaps this was another of the million reasons why nobody bothered with me.
In a bad mood, I stared at the painting on the opposite wall of my living room. I couldn't stand it. It was ugly. My mother absolutely adored it when she was still alive, so I left it there. There was nothing special about it. It was the painting of a fantasy village which displayed traits of Japanese culture in the middle ages. However, the people seen on the painting wore odd clothes which I had never seen before. I don't think that these kinds of attires were common in the past.
I didn't even know why I hated it so much. Sure, it was dull, but I absolutely loathed it. Maybe it was because it's vibes were quite depressing. The color, the people's expressions, the landscape – it didn't look too welcoming.
If had known that this painting would get me into a lot of trouble, I probably would have thrown it out of the window. Nonetheless, I couldn't divine the future. Therefore, I cluelessly went to bed later that day and fell into an unusual deep sleep.
End of PROLOGUE.