AUTHOR'S NOTES: For my cousin and my friends.

Chapter 6: Why Does It All Go Wrong?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: The point of views changes throughout this chapter. Also, please review.

"Where do you come from?" the Mizukage asked me as I sat in front of her. We were in some sort of interrogation room, with blank walls surrounding us. The only thing separating us was a two foot table.

"America," I said for the tenth time. The Mizukage frowned.

"But," she said, "You are saying to me that you come from another dimension. That, in fact, you come from a parallel universe that documents my life and the others of my planet as a fictional 'TV' show. I find that very implausible."

"I find it implausible that a village leader allowed inhumane training to commence in her home," I said, trying to be brave, "The Village of the Bloody Mist is a great name, by the way."

"I am trying to change how we are recognized," the Mizukage growled, "I do not need your childish judgement."

"I'm not a child!" I yelled, "I'm older in my mind, you know..."

"Only children scream," the Mizukage said. I bit my lip.

"Adults scream too," I shouted, "In my world, they do."

The Mizukage raised her eyebrow.

"Enlighten me," she said, "What is your world like? But don't yell at me, please."

I realized she's trying to get on my good side. Trying to calm me down, that is.

"Well," I said hesitantly, "In our...I mean, my world...adults yell at each other in debates. They insult each other to gain the favor of the crowd that's watching them. Everything is like..."

I paused. I didn't want to tell this genocidal maniac my pessimistic thoughts.

"Like what?" the Mizukage asked. I decided to tell her. After all, I am technically an ambassador from planet Earth.

"Everything is just a show to appease a crowd," I said, "In my world...every action is dictated by whether the audience will enjoy our show. To live our lives..." I paused for a moment, then continued.

"...We need to think about whether the audience will love us. Whether the crowd will cheer our performance or cry out for our deaths. The world's just a gigantic circus, where all of us humans are there to entertain each other."

I sighed, biting my lip.

"It's a pathetic existence," I murmured under my breath.

The Mizukage sighed.

"You are rather pessimistic, aren't you?" she said, a weak smile on her face.

"Yeah," I agreed, shifting my eyes to the door, "Guess I always was like that."

"Shut up!" I yelled, frowning as some random black guy with blonde hair stood over me. I swear to god he had blonde cat whiskers.

"Brian is your name, isn't it?" he growled in a deep voice. I smiled, shrugging.

"Yeah," I said, "And your name is...random black guy?"

"NO!" this dude yelled, slamming his fists down on the gray table that separated us. It split in half. So much for separation. The random black guy shouted, "YOU SHALL ADDRESS ME AS THE RAIKAGE!"

"Y'know," I said, backing up towards the door, "I'd love to chat, but I really think I need to go."

"You are a spy," the Ricekage said, "Now I shall eliminate you."

Guess background info would help. You see, I kinda said the Ricekage looked like Fat Albert and, well...you can guess what happened next. Now I'm stuck in front of a door that's locked, with the Ricekage giving me the undeniable rape face.

"Let's try to, uh, avoid the yaoi, okay?" I said, an irresistible grin on my face. The Ricekage gritted his teeth.

"What did you say, boy?"

My face turned a pale white. At least, I'm pretty sure that's what it looked like.

"I said..." I paused, then grinned, "LELOUCH KICK!"

I quickly kicked the Ricekage in the face, causing him to step back a bit.

"That worked?" I asked myself. I shook my head as the Ricekage glared at me.

"NO YAOI FOR ME!" I yelled, jumping towards the Ricekage as he ran towards me. He had some electricity pouring out of his hand. Bring it on, Fat Albert.

"Now all of you better sit on down," this little old guy said as he walked in on his cane. I was sitting next to my sister, Arabella.

"Cadey," she whispered to me, "He looks like a fricken Oompa Loompa."

"He is a bit short," I whispered back.

"He's a midget!" Arabella whispered. I froze, hitting her shoulder. She glanced up, and saw that the little old guy was in front of us, glaring at us.

"Well, well, well," he said, "It seems you all think I'm short, eh? Well, I'll show you how short a Tsuchikage can be!"

The Tsuchikage jumped on the gray table in front of us, a glowing aura coming from his hands.

"We are so sorry, sir." I said apologetically, "We meant no harm, sir."

The Tsuchikage paused for a moment as the door behind us opened. Tsunade walked in.

"I've already spoke about this with the Raikage," she said, annoyed, "Do NOT physically harm the ambassadors."

"Oh, right," the Tsuchikage said, sitting back down.

"Now," he started, "Where did you come from?"

"Australia," Arabella said.

"And America," I said, "We immigrated to America from Australia."

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh as the Tsuchikage furrowed his gigantic white eyebrows.

"So," he said, "You are not from this world?"

"Nope," we both said at the same time. The Tsuchikage sighed.

"I'm getting a little old for this," he said, "I never thought I'd meet people from another world."

"Um," I started, not knowing what to say. The Tsuchikage laughed.

"I'm just kidding!" he shouted, "I'm never too old for anything! You should know me better."

"We just met you," Arabella said. The Tsuchikage frowned, his eyes furrowing. I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. I started laughing, because, I don't think anyone could survive that without laughing. The Tsuchikage frowned.

"Is something amusing?" he asked. I think I was hyperventilating from how hilariously adorable he was.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tsuchikage, sir," I gasped, "But, um, I remembered something rather funny."

"And what is so amusing that you need to laugh during an interrogation?"

Arabella giggled.

"You may wanna shave your eyebrows," she added. I immediately stopped laughing when I heard her say that. The Tsuchikage growled.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" he roared, an aura glowing over him.

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled at his awesome power. Arabella stood gaping.

"He almost looks as bada** as a Dalek," she murmured. I moved for the door, trying to push it open. It was locked. Well, isn't it my lucky day?

"So you come from America?" Gaara asked me. I nodded.

"Yeah," I said, "It's a pretty good place."

"Tell me about it," he asked, his teal eyes shining under the lamp above us.

"Well," I started, "We give every person a set of rights. Everyone gets to speak of their own will, and say whatever they want to anyone."

"They can even insult the leader of your village?" Gaara asked. I nodded.

"Yup," I said, "Because that's their freedom of speech. We need it so that our home isn't a totalitarian country under one ruler. If no one had freedom of speech, then America would be oppressing its people."

"I see," Gaara said, "What other rights do you have in America that no one else has?"

"Well," I said, "America allows us to watch whatever media we want. The government can't control what we read or watch. Also, the government can only approve laws if the citizens allow it."

"Amazing," Gaara said in astonishment, "I'd love to go to your country. What is your legal system called?"

"A democracy," I said. Gaara smiled.

"I know you're telling me the truth," he said. I blushed.

"Thanks for believing I'm honest," I said. Gaara smiled, and got up. He pushed out his hand in front of me, as if waiting for me to take his hand.

"Come," he said, "I'll show you Konoha, and you can show me America."

I grinned, taking his hand as he led me out of the interrogation room. Soon, we were out in the clear air of Konoha.

"So," Gaara started, "How do we get to America?"

I stopped, thinking a bit about how to get back to the spinner.

"Well first," I said, "We need that spinner. I think Alexa has it."

Just as if it were on cue, Alexa ran out of the Hokage...good god, what do I call that thing? I'll just refer to it as a building. So, anyways, Alexa, along with all of her friends ran out.

"The Ricekage's after me!" Brian shrieked.

"That old guy wants our necks!" Arabella screamed.

"Tsunade just talked to me nicely!" Yumi added.

Alexa stood in front of me, the spinner in hand.

"Uh, yeah," she started, "I made the Mizukage turn into a depressed state. She's crying in the corner right now."

"You've got to be kidding me," I sighed as Alexa quickly began to spin the spinner. Gaara paused, his eyes fixed on the huge tornado that surrounded us.

"What in the world?" he asked as we quickly got sucked into the spinner.

"I'll never get caught by them crazy village leaders!" Alexa shouted triumphantly.

"Where is the midget Dalek?" Arabella and Arcadia yelled.

"Ricekage," Brian said dreamily, saliva dripping down his chin. Apparently this dude like rice.

"Fantastic," I grumbled as I was sucked out of one of my favorite animes.

I glanced down at my notepad in third period. Yeah, as I thought, we got back home seconds after we left. Gaara looked just as sexy as a human, if not sexier. Right now he's in my closet so my mom doesn't know that Chloe and I are keeping an anime character hostage. I blinked as the announcements turned on.

"Today was the second day of STAR testing," the principal began, but I couldn't hear him since a bunch of kids were throwing food and shouting while the teacher was gone. One of the kids threw food right over my head, which annoyed me. I quickly smacked it down onto the ground.

The students silenced for a moment as they saw the cracker that was lying on the ground.

"Y'all shouldn't be actin' all crazy," I said. To me, it seemed the class quieted down except for the persistent whispers of how weird I was.

After the announcements were over, some asian ho came up to me. Apparently she's popular because she sticks onto guys like glue sticks to paper.

"That was very rude," she scolded me.

"What? Stopping others from being rude? They were talking during the announcements."

"Everyone does that," she said quickly, "If you need to know what the announcements say, then go on the school website."

"Why should I have to?" I questioned, "Why should I? Because they're being rude? That sounds a bit weird, don't ya think?"

"Well, you were rude back to them. And think about it: that cracker could've gone to some starving child in Africa."

I laughed, nearly hitting the floor. A cracker?! To a kid in Africa?!

"Uh, sure, Nicole," I said sarcastically, nodding, "Because that cracker is definitely going to stop world hunger."

"But you wasted food!"

"I bet you do to. And you know what? That cracker was never going to go to a starving child. It was gonna go to a rich kid who gets three square meals a day."

"That was rude," my crush said. I gulped. A guy I liked, someone I was scared to approach...just DISSED me! I mean...lemme give you some background info.

I had liked a guy, okay? I knew he barely ever looked at me, so I thought maybe I could just get off being his friend. It wasn't that he was hot, it was just he seemed really nice. So here I was, trying to gather my courage to at least say, "Hey, you wanna work on a school project together?" When he said to my face that I was the rudest person he had ever seen. Because I was so shocked, Nicole was able to attack me with the words that came through her braced filled teeth.

"You're denying a starving kid food," she said, people chanting behind her.

I shook my head in anger.

"No," I nearly shouted, "I'm not! Another problem with your argument is that you're encouraging something that's against the rule book. Sharing food isn't allowed."

I had to build some case for her to shut up, right?

"No one follows that rule," she said, brushing me off. I frowned.

"That's like saying a murderer can murder because no one obeys the law."

"That's different," she said along with everyone else "I bet you share food, too."

I shook my head.

"Nope," I said, "Actually, I don't. I respect the handbook. Anyways, the only time I ever would pick up food is if someone dropped an orange, perhaps and-"

"That would never happen," Nicole said quickly. I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah it cou-"

Nicole quickly cut me off, along with the rest of her posy.

"No it couldn't!" they nearly yelled at me. I shook my head.

"You know what?" I nearly shouted aggressively, "Fine, I'm denying a starving kid a cracker. But you know what? I don't care what you think or what anyone else thinks, so beat it already."

The group of devil spawn quickly scattered, satisfied that they made me snap like a twig. Was my face hot? And why did I feel like crying my eyes out? Why did the guy I like hate me? And right before I wanted to ask him if we could hang out? Why does everyone in my grade except my close friends hate me? Why am I so aggressive? Why can't I be less angry? Why can't I be calm? Why can't I...?

God, I hate this world so much.

"I'm worried about Alexa," I said to Brian in sixth period.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"At lunch she was really pissed at Nicole and Michael. It's worrying me. You should've seen her before fifth period started."

"What happened, Yumi?"

"Well," I started, "I was hanging out with her when she just started crying out of nowhere. We were talking with a couple of our friends when she just went all ballistic and started screaming about an epiphany."

"She got her heart broken, didn't she?"

"Yeah."

"Of course. She should get over it."

"That's not the problem."

"Then what's the problem and how can we solve it?"

"The problem is a question. Who has the spinner?"

Brian paused for a second.

"Oh sh*t," he said to himself as the bell rang, signaling the end of school. We ran out of the classroom, grabbed our backpacks, and ran towards Alexa's house.

If I can't find love in the real world, then why not I just go to an anime world? It's filled with love stories, and I just need to go to Durarara, a romance story, to find Shizuo, the Crispin Freeman of anime. It's gonna be great, won't it? I'm in my room, Chloe reading a book for a college class, as I grab the spinner. I think Yumi and everyone else are in the living room, so I can go by myself. I'm not gonna have another heartbreak. I'm never gonna cry again...

I burst into the room just to see Alexa spinning the spinner. You've got to be bloody kidding me. Well, I guess snacking on Pocky's before finding Alexa wasn't exactly the best idea, but oh well. The big tornado whirlpool appears, and naturally, we're all sucked in. Absolutely fan fricken tastic, isn't it? I hold onto my big red coat as I get sucked in, thinking about how I could still have been snacking on Pocky's.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yeah, there was a teensy bit of drama! Anyways, please review, yadayadayada...