This is actually a Self-insert, except I made myself a guy so I wouldn't be screaming about male genitalia for a few chapters- although that would be funny...

Anyways, I doubt this will go anywhere, but *shrugs*

"Peace under an illusion is not true peace. It's only meaningful if the real world manages to accomplish it." – Gaara

The blonde teen sat at his computer, bored out of his mind with nothing to do.

'Well', he supposed, 'I have a lot of stuff I could do, but that's beside the point.'

Yawning, he opened another tab and googled 'DeviantArt', clicking on the first link that came up. 'Might as well post my newest random character that I'll probably do nothing with.'

Logging in, the boy submitted the picture, but something strange happened when he did- something impossible and not at all within the realm of what he called 'reality'. He squinted at the screen, "The hell?"

The image on the screen twisted and churned, until something akin to a portal effect took up the whole screen, tabs not even accessible.

He didn't know what compelled him to do it, but he reached out a pale hand; an indication of someone who spent little to no time outside, and made to touch the screen. His eyes widened when his hand went through the computer screen and nearly started seizing when he felt the sensation of sunlight warming his cold hand.

Pulling his hand back, he looked down at it, then back at the screen. This continued several times before he sighed. "I'm either completely insane or a portable to another dimension opened up because I used DeviantArt."

The teen shrugged, then stuck one leg in, and then the other. "If I get transported to some cracked up version of reality with all the OCS on this website I'm going to jump off the nearest cliff I find," he grumbled, then closed his eyes, and pushed off the desk, all the way through the portal.

Once he made it through, the computer screen changed once again, left on an inconspicuous art website, the boy's newest deviation staring instantly out of the screen with blank eyes.

"Alex!" his mother called, knocking on his bedroom door. "Lunch is ready." she stared at the door, expecting a reply, but none came. "Alexander?" she tried once again, grabbing the handle and opening the door with a soft creak.

Poking her head into the room, her eyes widened when she saw he wasn't there. She walked in and went to the computer, turning it off and scowling. "Where are you Alex? Didn't I tell you not to leave your computer on when you aren't using it?" the middle-aged woman said aloud, leaving the room to search the rest of the house.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself falling from the sky at surprising speeds, down to a forest with giant trees that will probably snap my spine in half if I dont stop falling. I let out a girly shriek, flailing my arms wildly. "I don't want to die- I don't want to die- I don't want to die!"

Screwing my eyes shut, I braced for a vicious impact…

Fortunately, that never came, and I was left suspended in the air by something, which greatly confused me- not like I'm complaining. Hesitatingly opening my eyes, I stared at a large branch a few yards below me, slowing turning my head to look at my back. I gawked at the adamantine chains holding me up like that one octopus villain dude from… Marvel? No, it was DC, right?

"What." I breathed out, slowly willing the chains sticking out of my back to let me down, which thankfully, complied. Staring in wonder as the two chains slowly pulled out of the now scarred branch, I landed on it with surprising balance. I stood on the branch for a few seconds before deciding to climb down the tree and then check out whatever freaky voodoo let me do that.

Idly noting the cloak I now wore, and red bangs on the sides of my face, I had a sinking feeling as I used my now lithe body to easily scale down the trunk. Once my feet hit the ground, I started walking in a random direction, hoping to find a body of water to see myself, as I went about checking my clothes. I had dark pants, some kind of red, with black sock things attached to what looked like sandals from Naruto. My left hand was bandaged, as was a part of my chest that could be seen through the short gray cloak I had hanging off my shoulders. I twirled a finger around a spiky red bang and decided now was a nice time to panic.

Stopping, I slowly went to my knees and curled in on myself, resuming a depressing fetal position on the ground and started laughing hysterically into my knees. I was the character that I made, which makes sense in a weird sort of way since the portal opened when I posted the drawing of him. "Aoi Uzumaki" I choked out between the laughter, carrying on for a few more minutes until the made cackles slowly died off, leaving me feeling giddy.

Sitting up, I crossed my legs and planted my hands on my thighs, "That means that I'm probably in Naruto." I bit my lip, hands clenching unconsciously.

After a few minutes pondering the impossibility of this situation, I sucked it up and stood, brushing dust off my pants. I took a deep breath and pinched my nose, "Alright, I should find Konoha, since it's the safest village and they'll probably take me in since I'm an Uzumaki. Huh, I could adopt the Lil protagonist… plus I need to discern where I am in the timeline."

Nodding my head resolutely, I started walking in a random direction, praying that the Anbu don't throw me in TAI for trespassing.

Shivering in fear, I started jogging.

I do not want to get up and personal with Ibiki or Anko prematurely. Thank you very much.

Sighing, Itachi watched as Shisui tried flirting with a kunoichi girl, who slapped him in the face at an innuendo he made- even if it was a joke. "Itachi~ aren't you gonna help your favorite cousin? You could have any girl in the village if you tried."

He leveled a flat look on his friend, "I'm not interested in that." Itachi said while shaking his head. "Awe, but I know what you are interested in." Shisui grinned, "Wanna go explore that old ruin outside the village? I know you're curious about it too." He pinched his nose, "Well, when ancient ruins appear out of nowhere anyone would be curious."

Shisui shook his head, "No, it was already there, just got unearthed with… the weather, yeah, probably. But its history and I know you love history little cousin. so~" he took Itachi's arm, "Let's go find those ancient stones!"

Itachi had no time to protest as they shunshined away and out of the village.

"Where the fuck am it?!" I screamed in frustration, completely lost in the seemingly endless sea of trees. It had been hours, and I still haven't found any hint of civilization- not even a cruddy dirt path! Id just about lost hope until I kick a rock in frustration, watching it sail away before hearing a twang when it hit something, something metal.

Curiosity got the best of me and I peeked through the bushes, eyes widening when I saw what looked like a dead shinobi, the rock lying innocently next to a discarded forehead protector. I blanched, screwing my eyes shut and turning away, ready to book it.

I froze.

He could be… alive, and if there's a shinobi here then- "There's probably a village nearby."

Turning back, I took careful steps until I was in front of the body, willing myself to ignore the smell of blood. Reaching out slowly, I placed two fingers to his throat, losing hope when he felt cold.

A beat, a pulse, life, but weak.

"Ok," I breathed, "where is he injured, where is his team?"

I ran a hand through my red, spiky locks.

Things couldn't be easier, huh?

"It's because we help out when they're in trouble that we can count on them to come running when we need it." – Nara Shikamaru

"I could say I'm not sad, but I'd be lying. The problem is the world won't let me stay a kid forever, so I can't lie around crying about it either." – Nara Shikamaru

Uzumaki's are great- awesome, even.