A/N: So, me and bestie came up with a ridiculous Naruto OC and this is me taking it for test run on a very used trope. Enjoy my science experiment.

I think everybody, at some point in their lives, imagines how they would like to die.

Well, at least I thought about it when I wasn't working or studying my ass off. I used to think that maybe I'd go out with a big bang like, for example, after heroically saving some little old lady while defeating an armed purse-snatcher with only my bare hands and superior awesomeness; I would jump in front of her at last second, becoming a sacrificial idol that would be recognized for years to come. Maybe, just maybe, I'd become a national icon for justice, overshadowing Superman in the process.

Pfft, yeah right. Like that would ever happen.

My death would probably involve me being overworked to death in the huge hospital I slave, er, work at. It'd take them days just to figure out I'd gone missing. Seriously! The place is ginormous! With interconnecting hallways and no signs to guide the hopeless, it was like something out of The Maze Runner. Yup, they'd probably invent some ridiculous ghost story about Jennie, the shy nurse who died all alone in the laundry room. It'd probably spook a few newbies until they eventually forgot about me.

Anyways, everything we have ever thought, said, believed, or done is moot when your heart gives out on you and your raking in that last breath.

Some people see their entire life flash before their eyes. From the moment they are born to the last second until they are dead. Some people see the Grim Reaper, God, Valhalla, a shitload of beautiful virgins, or a blazing inferno. Others see a light at the end of tunnel with a loved one beckoning them over. I like that one. But you know what? You know what I'm thinking right now? You know what I'm seeing? And it ain't Grandma, that's for sure.

"What the hell is that?" I found myself thinking. That was all I could do. Think. Couldn't move, couldn't talk. It was like all my senses had been dulled to the point where I couldn't feel anything. I don't have a body which freaks me out a little but that's quickly blotted out by the ugliest fucking stuffed animal you would never want to see.

It was a faded shade of pink with ridiculously long ears that dragged behind it. Balls of lint clung all over the bunny's body from way too many washes. Which explains why it was so faded. Ugh, but its eyes. Ew. Its eyes were a disgusting puke-green color and one of it's marble orbs hung down by a single thread next to it's whiskered cheek. The eye-blinding neon orange bow hanging loosely from it's neck added to it's repelling appearance.

It is the fucking ugliest bastard my poor eyes have ever had the displeasure of seeing.

I don't curse much. I'm a naturally introverted person with a non-existent temper and a squeaky clean record to boot. But there comes a time in every man and woman's life to-

"Ah! FUCK! No no no no! It's coming over! Shitty shitshitshishitshit." I panicked. If I had legs I'd probably be running like a bat outta hell. I could only watch helplessly as it hovered over to my location.

"GetawayfrommepleseohgodhavemercyonmymousesoulIt'sheeeere." The stuffed rabbit came to a stop a foot away from me. I would have exhaled in relief if I could. However, now that it was closer, I could feel something warm seeping from it and into my body. Well, I can't even feel my body but the warmth settling in my still heart was comforting. A sense of nostalgia overcame me and I fought back tears.

"Bunny-chan." My mouth, if it was even there, didn't move. The voice echoed around throughout the darkness until eventually reverting back to me. The voice was soft almost feminine, not unlike my own. But it was a tone deeper, with a masculine tint. Which was odd, considering the voice said 'Bunny-chan' of all things which was so not manly.

Slowly the warmth emitting from the hideous toy began to fill me. It's was a odd sensation like a balloon being inflated with hot air. I was the balloon and that hot air was the nice feeling coming from the ugly-as-fuck rabbit.

Feeling came back to me and I could see the bridge of my nose now. I felt like crying. You never how much you'll miss your nose until it's gone. I lifted my hands, my arms felt like lead but that didn't stop me, and touched my face. The action was sloppy and I felt exhausted after such a small feat. Makes me wonder how winded I would be if I picked my nose. Not that I do, of course! That would be gross. Not to mention improper and just plain icky. Besides, what would I do with a booger? Flick it and watch it swirl around me in wherever-I-am.

"Jennie Moore."

I whipped my head around upon hearing my name.

"BRAIN OVERLOAD! I REPEAT: BRAIN OVERLOAD!" I could only stare at what had to be the world's sexist man. Scratch that. The sexiest man in the entire universe. He was gorgeous. He had sparkling blue eyes that you only see in anime or fanfiction. The kind of blue you only see on cloudless, sunny days. A nice toned chest that was revealed by the tight yukata he wore. At least I think that's what it is. Who knew my anime knowledge would come in handy one day? His hair, though. I have a thing for hair. Every guy I have ever pined after has always had spiked hair. I adore spiky hair. It is the epitome of sexy. No questions, please! This guy's hair was perfectly spiked up in a way I've only seen anime dudes pull off. It was a nice shade of honey brown too. I sighed dreamily. I could just eat this motherfucker up.

His plump lips upturned into a smirk, "Close your mouth or you'll catch flies."

Like the obedient girl I am, I immediately shut my mouth. The man placed his hands into his sleeves and walked over with all the elegance of a gazelle. I could feel my face heating up even more as he stood in front of me.

"So hot. Oh gawd, look at that sexy beast- okay, Jennie, whatever you do don't faint." I sucked in a deep breath in a pitiful attempt to get some much needed oxygen to my malfunctioning brain. "I repeat: don't faint in front of the sex god standing before you. Don't faint. Don't faint. Don't faint. Don't faint." I repeated the mantra over and over inside my jumbled mind. The man smiled. I swear I saw white spots in the corner of my eyes. "Don't faint!"

"Hello, Jennie Moore." He took a step back. I blinked away the dizziness and stared at him. What else could I do? My brain was fried! The mysterious man clasped his hands behind his back and looked at me curiously. "Do you remember how you died?"

I blinked. Oh yeah…that's right…I'm dead. The confirmation of my death was almost comforting as it was terrifying.

I opened my mouth to respond but couldn't find my voice.

Oh crap.

I'm pitiful.

"Hey…now that I think about it…I can't remember a thing." I had spent who-knows-how-long hovering around and milling through the void with just my thoughts for company. I knew I was dead. I know with utter certainty that my heart had stopped. What else would explain this weird place unless somehow I was thrown into a completely empty anti-gravity chamber and given anesthesia? That was possible…but highly unlikely.

Mustering all my strength from my increasingly fatigued body I shook my head. The beautiful man hummed, a confused expression settling on his face that probably matched mine. "How odd. Do you remember anything from your life?"

I frowned and mentally shifted through my memories. "Uh, maybe? I think so."

I know my name. Jennie Moore. I work, er, worked at a clinical hospital in California. I am twenty two years old. I own the most awesome cat in the world: Tubby. Ignore the weird name. I live alone, okay! I was studying for doctorate degree. I don't have much friends and I don't have any family. Being a orphan does that. Oh, yeah! My hobbies are baking, helping people, and watching anime. My favorite anime is Naruto. Beelzebub is my second. I love babies.

I looked back at the man in front of me. Now that I was looking at him I could faintly detect a golden aura softly illuminating the area around us. I opened my mouth again.

"Y-yes." I cleared my throat. My mouth was so dry. "But I don't know how. ya know, how I…I…d-died." I winced when the word fell off my tongue, leaving a bitter taste behind. The man nodded.

"I see. I think it is better that you do not know." My eyebrows furrowed. Better? Did I die in some horrible accident or did I-

I blanched, imagining the scene of me slipping on a forgotten cat toy and falling several stories off my apartment balcony to my death. Oh, how embarrassing. Oh wait! What if I choked on a gummy bear? I almost did that in the third grade one time. Luckily I had tripped and skidded on the asphalt, landing hard on my back and popping the sucker right out of me.

I looked into the stranger's eyes. The slight pity and amusement I found in his dreamy orbs is all the proof I needed. My shoulders slumped down, partly due to defeat and self-pity and the other half because I felt really drained. Like I'd been on a sugar-high rampage and now I was on my last gram of energy.

"That bad, huh?" The spiky-haired man nodded hesitantly. He was silent while I mourned over my klutzy self.

"You are one of my favorites, Jennie Moore."

I gave him my you're-utterly-insane-but-please-do-explain look. The puzzlement overshadowed any girlish feelings I had that this hot mess actually liked me in some way.

Seeing my facial expression he explained, "You were always so interesting to watch. Whether you were timidly hiding around corners and in dumpsters from your neighbors and co-workers or just simply tripping over a stray textbook, you never failed to amuse me, Jennie Moore." My face was on fire. This guy, this outrageously sexy man-god has been watching me!? I slapped my hands to my flushed cheeks. Did he see that one time I slammed my face into that kid's locker? Did he see the time I mistakenly confessed my feelings to the wrong boy? (That has been so awkward, having the scariest boy in school stalking me for more than a week.) Oh please no! Let it not be that time I accidentally squirted apple juice all over that police officer after I accidentally slapped his junk. Gawd, that was cop was nice about it though, even offered to buy me a drink and give me a lift to my place after I had totaled my car. Too bad I had fainted right after. I ended taking up the free ride. Unfortunately, I was unconscious the whole time.

The very attractive man laughed upon seeing the various emotions flicker across my face. Hey! What can I say? I'm an open book. I also suck at poker.

"See?" He motioned to me. "That is why, as my favorite mortal since the Renaissance, I have decided to give you a second chance."

"A second chance?" I asked. "As in I get to live again?" Hope filled my chest.

"Yes, however I am not all-powerful nor the creator of this world. I am a mere tool for my superior. I cannot grant you back your old life and body." At my crestfallen look he decided to speak again. "But I can grant you a new life in a different universe. Though, if you wish, you may reject my gift and go on to next world to rest peacefully for all eternity."

I blinked. Wow. This a lot to think about. Okay, I could get another shot at life in entire new universe with infinite possibilities and make this gorgeous being happy or spend forever in tranquility.

"I think I'll choose the former, please." I nervously wrung my hands. Did I sound greedy? I hope not.

The man suddenly breamed brightly. "Excellent!" Suddenly the light around him began eating away at the emptiness surrounding us until it was completely consumed by light. I closed my eyes to shield myself from blinding white. My body, losing the last of its strength, fell to the ground like a dead weight. I didn't even know this place had a floor. I assumed I was still floating around like some cupid.

I winced. My whole body hurt. I cracked open my eyes. My head felt light and my vision was fuzzy, but I could just make out the man's silhouette.

"Goodbye, Jennie Moore. I wish you luck." He titled his head up, looking at something over me. "Ah, yes. I may have to give you more than luck where you're going. Do not fret. I will watch over you closely this time. The Naruto Universe is a dangerous one."

"NARUTO?! He's sending me to the Naruto universe?" I didn't know whether I would have jumped for joy or shat myself. But that didn't matter now. All the stress caused by the confusion had finally won through and my eyes shut in exhaustion.

Before I lost consciousness I couldn't help but feel sad. Come, on! I was letting the sexiest man, deity, whatever slip through my fingers. And he liked me! Damn my shy tendencies.

I sighed and let the darkness overtake me. Again.