"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary..." ~Edgar Allen Poe

Disclaimer: I, Dreams-Wishes-Hopes, in no way have any right to own the magnificent masterpiece known as 'Naruto'.

The 'Zekuro' mentioned in the story is an OC of my partner, KuroAmaterasu.

Dedicated to: Anyone who's reading this

-First Person Perspective-

"I had finally been happy. All my life I had only known regret and disappointment, until just this year when I finally reached a point in my life where I was stable. I went to college majoring in psychology, I had a part-time job at the local bookstore, and I shared an apartment with my best friend. I wasn't like those girls in books where the characters magically managed to live a lavish life and search for a love interest while still managing to ace classes. No, I wasn't stupid and I didn't even have time for a love interest. The only love interest I had time for was my manga and anime.

I loved Naruto, it was the greatest thing I had ever laid my eyes upon. It had helped me when I was growing through emotional turmoil as a teenager and it was also one of the few things I had in common with my best friend. I wasn't the number one Naruto fangirl, I'm sure there are people crazier for it than I am, but I can tell you that I was damn devoted.

Yes, I, May Nollaig, had been a pretty normal girl, albeit quite eccentric. So why, exactly, did I end up in the Naruto-verse?"

"I'm going to murder you Jeannette Aime!" An orange-haired girl cried to the sky, trudging through the thick snow that blanketed the city. Said girl was indeed, me. And said name was the name of my best friend, the one whom I lived with. She was a good person who majored in Engineering at our college and was great at cooking and was basically the exact opposite of me. Despite our odd ends, however, we were always there for each other. Most of the time.

Today, I had fallen asleep in the library again, and my supposed best friend left me behind to suffer the wrath of the librarian. Again.

By the time I reached the apartment complex I was staying at, the ebony-haired sadist was already outside, sipping on hot chocolate with a smirk plastered on her face. As I approached her, I glared at her with all the fury and rage I could muster. I was still glaring by the time she sighed and brought out another mug of hot chocolate from behind her.

"Thank you, Jean, you're such a great friend," I chirped happily, with a sickly sweet smile stitched on my face. With that, I saw my friend cringe from how happy I was. She knew I wasn't actually happy, in reality, I was annoyed with her for leaving me. I could never take any anger out on Jean, though, so I chose the alternative of making my anger known without letting it out violently.

I had no control of it really, they had minds of their own, were completely different people, who just resided in my body, almost like parasites. They were just like parasites, actually. They tore at my mind and I nearly went insane when I was in 8th grade.

You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I have a multiple personality disorder, and it isn't pretty. It isn't a silly little quirk of mine, although I pretend it is sometimes. When it first began, this mental disease of mine, it had been unbearable and I had nearly killed myself over it. But over time I had grown used to it, though I wouldn't dare say that it had grown me. I still remember what it was like to be normal, and those memories are a constant reminder that I was not normal. None of the less, I tried to act normal. I had even named these different persons in my head. They were Kuro and Shiro, named after Zetsu from Naruto, who was my favorite character for no real reason. Kuro was cruel and childish while Shiro was gentle and prudent. I wasn't like either of them, not at all. They were different people, they weren't me. At least, that's what I said to myself.

"Before I forget, May, can you remind me to cook for three, later on," Jean said, as we walked up to the apartment we shared. It was a cozy apartment. It was actually really plain, seeing how Jean and I hated each other's styles. There were a few picture frames adorning the walls along with a single vase of flowers on our coffee table. We had a bookshelf in the back of our small living room and it held a few baubles and ornaments, but really only had books, like it was supposed to.

"What for?" I asked, opening the door and shoveling off all of my coats and scarves. I placed them precariously into our closet as I struggled to take off my boots.

"Zekuro's coming for a visit," Jean answered, setting down her mug to take off her own layer of jackets and blankets.

"Zekuro, huh? I haven't seen him in ages. I wonder how his sister is doing," I said, voicing my thoughts aloud as I sat down. I was beginning to look forward to the rest of the afternoon. Zekuro was a good friend of Jean and I, and it was a pleasant surprise to be able to see him again.

Then, suddenly, fate began its relentless torment on me.

"Yer all going to obey everything we say, or I'll blast a hole into her head,"

Jean had been standing in front of me, wide eyed. Her usual cool demeanor had disappeared, now replaced with a panicked one. And next thing I know, my hands were tied behind my back. My glasses were on the ground beside me, broken in half, and all I could make out from then on, where the shapes and figures of what was happening in front of me.

But I understood the situation well enough. I was being held hostage in the front lobby, along with Jean and one of our neighbors. There was a gun pressed up against my head, yet I was still calm. Maybe it was because Shiro was there, comforting me, or maybe it was my past taking over my body, to this day, I'll never know. Of course, I was only calm on the outside. I wasn't that accepting of my death, no way in hell would I die with my whole life ahead of me! But then again, what could I do?

"Listen well, people. Ya see, the cops are after me and my friend here, and all we want to do, is escape trouble. Now, move away from yer phones and cease all outside communication, or this girl won't belong to this world any longer." My captor said.

I could hear it, though, the small rings of a cellular device, and next thing I know, the wails of sirens were coming closer. My captor cursed a little, before shooting, at the person who called. As soon as I heard the yelp and scream of pain that gun was back at my head.

There was a loud bang, a shot echoing in my ears, but, was it me who was shot? I couldn't tell, I didn't feel any pain, or the trickle of blood that should have been sliding down my face. I couldn't move either, to see who had been shot, I was frozen stiff, my eyes fixated on the shape of horrified faces in front of me. I was too stunned to even realize that I had seen their faces clearly at that moment.

Then, I was enveloped by darkness.

My eyes opened wide. I couldn't see a single thing. My glasses weren't on my face. Where were my glass-oh, right. Those two criminals broke them. For a while, I stayed there, laying bare and vunerable to the perils of nature.

But then, I heard running. Footsteps, quiet, fast footsteps running from...from what? I heard crashes, bangs, crackles of lightning, but, but what were those quick and nimble footsteps running from?

I got up, slowly, wincing at every crack and whine of my hurt body. I reached up to my head as I stood, feeling for the wet blood and the gruesome hole that should have been there, but all I felt was a slight bruise.

Now I heard more footsteps, louder, but even faster ones, chasing after the small, speeding footsteps that were coming closer. I turned my head to come face to face with...pale eyes? And such pretty white hair, too.

She disappeared though, gone in a quick flash, it almost looked like she was going straight through me. Just as she vanished from my blurry sight, all I felt was sharp pains everywhere.

Invisible hands were wringing my neck, something had blackened my vision, and it felt as if needles were being shot at my heart. All I could hear were the shouts and commands of two men, while a psychopathic laughter rang in my ears. And I was certain that the laugh was not from one of the voices in my head.

Which leads to the circumstance I'm in right now. I know it isn't my imagination, there is no way I'm so messed up that I'd dream the Hagoromo Otsutsuki was in front of me, or that Indra Otsutsuki, the great ancestor of the Uchiha clan, was a bouncing toddler asking endless questions. Yeah, I know I'm crazy, but I hadn't jumped off the ledge of sanity yet.

"Indra, let her rest, she must be very tired," the Otsutsuki leader said, placing a hand on the toddler's head, "Why don't you check on Asura and your mother for me?"

I blinked once, twice, before understanding the situation.

"What? Wait, what?!" I yelled, before a hand covered my mouth. Well, my hand covered my mouth, but it had moved on it's own.

I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming. There's no way I'd actually be stuck in Naruto. I'm dre-

'May, if you don't shut up now, I'll take over your body and slap yourself silly,'

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