A/N: So, my first fanfiction. I'm really sorry if things may seem inconsistent. I'm not good at writing descriptions about surroundings or those types of things, and I don't want things to seem rushed. So I decided to post the first chapter to see how people like it. If they do, I'll keep it up, but if they don't, I'll just delete it. It's just an experiment anyways. So enjoy!

When I left my close friend, Aiko's house at the end of the day, I expected to come home, take a shower, find refuge in the cozy covers of my bed, and rest for school in the morning. It was a daily routine that status quo has blessed me with, and frankly, I couldn't wish for anything better.

What I didn't expect, however, was to be in the middle of the sidewalk in a puddle of blood- my own blood, might I add- lying on my back with, quite literally, two bullets lodged in my chest. As I coughed up blood, all I could do was look up at the night sky.

I mean, I loved to stargaze, but this was ridiculous.

A couple of people ran to my side and a couple people just stood far away and screamed. After one asked if I was alright, I tried to talk, but just ended up coughing up blood. I think I got my point across, because that guy of them started to call the ambulance, and another one tried to cover my wound with a piece of cloth or something. My senses were starting to dull, so I couldn't really tell.

Soon I could make out a loud wailing. Whether it was the sirens of the ambulance wailing or someone wailing in sadness, I'd never knew. All I knew was that as soon as I started to hear those wails, a refusal to die flared inside of me. My senses completely dulled, and soon I found myself in a sea of complete darkness, and as I waited to slip into unconsciousness, I found myself repeating five words in my head:

I absolutely refuse to die.

I absolutely refuse to die.

I absolutely refuse to.

I absolutely refuse…

Kami-sama, please… There's so much more to live for…

No… No…! No!

"NOOOOOO!"

I bolted awake and started to pant heavily. Tears were running down my cheeks and I was, in short, a trembling mess. I hugged myself and hid my face in my knees.

I stayed like that for a few minutes trying to collect myself before finally raising my head. I let out a humorless laugh and felt my chest. There wasn't a single bandage, bullet hole, scar, or whatever. "Hehe… Just a dream…"

"Alright," I clapped my hands together, "time to watch that show with Aiko-chan. What was it… Naruko? Nardo? Nature?" Aiko adored that show. She would always tell me tales of ninjas and giant foxes and other whimsical things of the like. If I knew any better, I would guess she was downright obsessed. And I do know better.

After stretching my muscles, I resolved to just pick out an outfit and-

Ok… I wasn't the most observant person. I can own up to that. But pray tell, who's room was I in exactly, and how did I not notice before?

This place looked nothing like my room. My favorite color was blue, virtually everything in my room was a different shade of blue, save for the mirror. So why the hell was I in a beige-walled room I'd never seen before? It can't be Aiko's room, it's missing all the damn posters of what's-his-face. I certainly don't have beige walls.

Wait a second, whose bed is this?!

I quickly got out of the bed-that-was-totally-not-mine and looked out the window. Maybe I could find out where I was from the local area.

I moved the curtains out of the way, and in all honesty, I should've had a heart attack right then and there.

The sight I beheld looked nothing like your everyday modern Japanese neighborhood. Key word: MODERN. Instead it looked like the neighborhoods I would see in books I read about concerning the times of Feudal Japan.

It was 2017, so why was I looking at this? Am I in some weird place where people recreate different eras? How the fuck did I even get here? Is this a nightmare? Was me getting shot a nightmare in a nightmare?

I pinched myself. Then I slapped myself. Then I banged my head against the fucking wall. This couldn't be a dream, because all of this actually hurt.

Soon I saw something else through the window, and I'd never forget the chills that ran through my spine when I saw a mountain in the far distance, four very, very familiar heads chiseled onto it. Aiko's words echoed through my head.

"So basically, it takes places in Konohagakure no Sato, the Village Hidden in the Leaves! And the thing about that stands out the most is the biiig mountain called the Hokage Mountain! That's where all the Hokage's faces are chiseled into the mountain!"

I covered my mouth. There's no way… I absolutely can't be in that crazy show! I whipped my head around the room and spotted a vanity. As soon as I saw it, I nearly tripped over my- no, a bag, trying to get to it. I had to see if my appearance changed, too.

When I looked into the mirror, I was relieved. I still looked the same. Although my hair was admiral blue. At least it didn't get shorter. Still chin length, which made me a bit sad…

"Damn! I wanted long hair!" I banged my fist on the vanity in mild irritation. I spotted a green rubber band, and an idea popped in my head. Taking a lock of my hair, I made a ponytail on the right side of my head.

"Masumi!" I whipped my head to the door. That was my mother's voice! A grin formed that reached my eyes, and I ran out the room.

"Coming~!" Everything was fine. I was sure there was a plausible explanation as to why we were in a Feudal Japan-esque neighborhood and I was in a room I had never seen before. Like, I was in a coma and my parents and had suddenly moved to their dream house.

Eventually, I found the stairs and ran as fast as I could down them, even skipping some. "Mom, there's so much I-"

How many times have I been surprised within these last fifteen minutes?

Why was my mother wearing strange clothes? She never wore a kimono. She tilted her head.

"What's wrong, Masumi? Why are you still in your pajamas? You get chosen for your teams today!"

All I could do was blink. "Eh? Teams?" I quirked one eyebrow up.

"Mother" furrowed her brows. "Masumi, you've been acting weird! You even forgot your hitai-ate downstairs!" She reached for something on the table and held it out. I stared at it before my eyes started to widen

What's happening? Why does that thing look so familiar…?

Gasping, my hands went to my head and I started to tremble as I remembered where it came from.

"It can't be… I-It c-c-can't be…" Was I going mad? Was I actually in that series? That series that Aiko loves to death? That show with the red-eyed orphans? The porn-reading sensei, the strange orange jumpsuited boys, the angry pink-haired girls?

Was I in Naruto?

My "mother" put a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked. The concern felt so real, like she was actually my mother. But she couldn't be. My mother was in the real world, not this strange place with ninjas.

I backed away and quickly performed a series of consecutive hand signs Aiko would show me and put all my concentration into them. "Go-Back-Home no Jutsu!"

…

There was a long silence.

"I'll tell the Academy you aren't feeling well…" my "mother" said after a minute of waiting for something to happen.

Now, I never saw myself as a person who would swear out loud. But at that very moment, there was only one word that I thought was appropriate to say in this situation.

"Shit."

A/N: I hope you liked it. Please leave a review! I'd love feedback! I don't like flames, but if you must, I'll accept… But, anyways, reviews are helpful and I'd love them! And if you reeeally liked it, follow or even favorite! For now, see ya~!