Disclaimer: Yes I definitely own Naruto, that's why I'm writing a story about it. If you don't get the sarcasm that is literally dripping from what I just said, then either you need help, or you need someone to smash your head against the wall. No I don't own Naruto, only my OCs.

Random person: You're in a really bad mood aren't you?

Me: Its 2.15 in the morning. Why wouldn't I be in a bad mood at this time, anyway, onwards!

Chapter 4

"A young lady like you shouldn't swear."

I snorted. Young lady? I wearing jeans and he call me a lady? Damn, I getting distracted again, stupid short attention span.

"Yes, yes I'm sorry. Now, do you mind telling me who you are and how come you're able to speak English?"

"You ask a lot of questions don't you? Shouldn't I be asking why my wife randomly brought home a girl and who you are?" Oh, so she is his wife. Wait, where did she go? I looked around the room but couldn't see her.

"Well it depends." I slowly said, fixing my gaze on him again.

"Depends on what?"

"If you're not really a serial killer." The old man sweat dropped; cool does that mean I can sweat drop?

"Just answer the question." I sighed, well the worst he could do was throw me out the house, and if he does I found a nice looking tree, a while back, with my name on it.

"My name is… Alice Brooks," he raised his eye brow, "I'm 16 and your wife found me in the middle of the forest. I kinda hurt myself by err, well I get bad woman pains, if you get me." I looked away, good thinking, he can't question me for that.

"My wife said you were screaming."

"I get really bad pains," I blushed; man I wish I made up another excuse.

"To the point where you have to bite you lip so that it bleeds?"

"Geez, stop questioning me, its embarrassing enough as it is," I looked back at the old man, he didn't even look the slightest bit embarrassed, "Do you mind answering my questions?"

"Well, I'm just a poor old man who lives with his dear wife in a house on the outskirts of a village," he spoke in a mocking tone, wow I have to say, I'm impressed to find someone more sarcastic than me, "and as for how I speak that language, is none of your business, although I'd like to know how you know it and where you came from."

"Hey, no fair. I answered your question and you haven't answered mine!"

"Well kid, if you haven't realised life isn't fair," damn right, if it was I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place, "tell me or get out of my house." Crap, if I don't come up with something soon, then I might lose my only ticket to avoid sleeping outside.

"How about we strike up a deal?"

"What deal?" he narrowed his eyes

"I'll tell you if you let me stay for a few nights."

"What would I gain from you telling me your life story?" Ok, now he was starting to piss me off.

"I'll work for you" he was silent for a while, then he spoke up.

"Fine, now tell me how you know that language and where you come from."

"I was brought up with speaking English. And I… don't remember where I came from," as dumb as it seemed, I'd have to use the amnesia excuse, if I told him the truth, my body would disintegrate. I gulped. "Wait, why do you call it that language?" he ignored my question.

"What do you mean you can't remember?"

"I only remember being in bed, then being in the forest. To be honest I only remember a few things, but my life is like a blur." He went silent again.

"Well, you can stay. But don't expect to slack off, your going to work lik-"He was cut off by the voice of the old woman. They both said a few things and she looked genuinely excited, guess they haven't had guests in a while.

"Follow me and I'll show you to your room." I followed him up the wooden steps, walking past painting of him and his wife. I noticed that they had a daughter around my age; she had blonde hair and looked very happy. I guess that's why he let me stay.

"Where did you get you clothes from?"

"Huh?" I looked down, oh that's right, I didn't think my clothes were that noticeable though. "I can't remember." He muttered something and continued walking.

"Here we are." We stopped outside a room. I walked in looking at the pale blue wall, the small square window and little bed.

"The bathroom is across the hall and tea will be ready in an half an hour." He quickly closed the door and walked off. I blinked then sat down on the bed, taking all the information in. Wait a minute, that sneaky old geezer, he didn't tell me anything! I groaned and lay back on the bed. Okay, so I have about 6 months to train. I moved my hand so that it was in front of my face. And now I have chakra, although if the pain I get from using it will be like the pain from back in the forest, then there is no way in hell that I'm gonna use it. I closed my eyes and rested my hand on my forehead, thinking back to the other "players" of the game.

Well, the brown hair boy/Eddie didn't seem very happy about it. Then again I'm pissed off about it as well. On the other hand, that Samantha chick seems fine about fighting to the death, in fact, she looked pretty happy and that blonde hair guy/Dan didn't look that bothered. I sighed. How the hell am I gonna get out of this?

KNOCK, KNOCK

"Tea is ready" I opened my eyes, how long have I been thinking for?

"Yeah, yeah I'm going." I muttered, running my fingers through my black hair. I opened the door and plodded down the stairs. The couple was already sat down on the table, eating rice. I joined, only realising that after I had sat down, I had no idea how to use chopsticks.

"Err, you don't happen to have a spoon by any chance?" the old man gave me the have-you-been-living-in-a-hole-or-something look.

"I forgot how to use them." He gave me a sure-you-did look, and then spoke to his wife, who got up and started laughing.

"So are you going to answer any of my questions?" I inquired. He rolled his eyes and looked at me.

"It's called that language, because it doesn't have a name. Why do you call it English?" The old geezer is sharp, then again I mentioned it twice….

"I don't know, I've been brought up calling it by that." He didn't look like he believed me.

"So are you going to tell me your name?"

"Maybe," maybe my ass.

"What do I call you then? Old man River?" He snorted.

"Yeah, if you want to be out on the street."

"So, what do I call you?" He didn't answer back. Then his wife came back and handed me the spoon, trying not to laugh. This was going to be a long night.

Yep, cos I'm that mean, you'll have to learn what his name is in the next chapter. Oh, and she will meet the canon characters but later on

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