A/N: Hello, ok i know that i have been really lazy and haven't updated, but i am right now! :)
Aristotle29: yea finally . .
Kupochan14:Well, so mean... *sniffs*
Aristotle29: shutup already i need to read the story!
Kupochan14:okok I don't own anything that isn't affiliated with the Ryder family, and since i mention a few countries in this chapter as whereabouts of other family members, they were honestly the first countries that popped into my head and nothing besides that, i would never mean any offense :)
"Duck." I said as I ducked and an avocado flew through the air where my head had been moments ago. "Hi Mom! What's for lunch?" I asked as I gestured for the Akatsuki to follow me since they looked very . . . uneasy.
"Oh! I'm making spaghetti!"
"Then why the avocado, un?"
*SMACK*
"What the hell was that for, yeah!" yelled Deidara.
"You were warned not to insult the cooking." Sasori pointed out.
"Ok, great, I love your spaghetti Mom! I'll get my people ready for lunch!"
"Ok HONEY!" she called after me as my group of ninjas followed me down the hall. We kept walking, and walking, and then climbed some stairs to get to the bathroom.
"Ok guys, and Konan. You all should get ready for lunch if you want to eat. The boy's bathroom is to the right, and girl's to the left. Don't trash the bathrooms, please!"
"So, when are you going to explain our situation to us in depth?"
"After lunch."
"Why not now?"
"I'm hungry . . . why else would I wait? C'mon guys seriously, think a little." As I said this Hidan lunged for my neck, and I moved out of the way.
"WHAT THE F*** AREN'T YOU TELLING US, AND WHY ARE YOU KEEPING EVERYTHING FROM US!" Yelled Hidan still trying to attack me.
"I'm keeping everything from you because it takes forever to tell! My god, have some patience, will ya!" I yelled right back as he swung at me again. Before I could duck, a blur of black impaired my vision for a split second, and a force shoved me away from Hidan. When I saw who had separated us I had to smile a little, the Akatsuki's faces were very . . . interesting. The blur of black was my cousin, Angel. Her background is defiantly an odd one, but that's a different story.
Regardless, of the ominous 'that's a different story' thing, you do need a little background on my mysterious cousin. She's actually adopted! Well, she actually just appeared one day, and had one bad case of amnesia. The only thing she could remember was how to talk in some strange language, and how to deal with weapons. And I mean ANY weapon, from knives and swords to M-16's and even how to drive a TANK! (That was a bad idea . . .) Anyways, since we decided that she needed a name, we dubbed her Angel! (Kind of more my idea, as a spoof off of Angel Beats! But shhhh!) She has shoulder length brown hair, and eyes that change color. (Her eyes personally scare me . . .) And she generally wears black, I haven't the slightest clue as to why black is her favorite color, but to each her own I guess.
(Back to story)
The Akatsuki were probably calculating how this girl could've even moved Hidan. And personally, at times like this I wonder too, I just don't particularly care.
"I'm going to have to ask you not to fight in the house please." Came Angel's polite voice
"Yeah? Well I'm going to do whatever the He** I want!" yelled Hidan rather loudly
"Then I will have to detain you—
"No, Angel they are just confused right now, I haven't been able to tell them too much yet. At least give them a day—OH—and could you get the bracelets from Weapon Storage please? Since no one trusts me with the password . . ." I mumbled
"Alright!" she replied happily. I sweatdropped. That girl was way too bi-polar.
"Oh, and Angel! Lunch is ready!" I called, hoping that she heard me. I turned to face the Akatsuki, and was once again faced with their intimidating essence that emanated from them.
"Okay, if I don't tell you what's going on right after lunch, then you can kill me!" I said happily, with my mind on food.
I power walked into the bathroom, and washed my hands quickly, then ran all of the way to the kitchen and grabbed a chair. The Akatsuki followed me and mimicked what I did. (Although Itachi was creepy good at copying . . . with the sharingan and all) I took my chair and placed it right behind the couch, then propped my feet on the back of the couch. Then the Akatsuki all did the same. *sweatdrop*
"Guys, you don't have to sit like this if you don't want to. We aren't all this weird."
"DUDE THAT WAS SO AWESOME! BEST. DISTRACTION. EVER!" came the shouts of our oh so lovable Diversion Squad from the door. The most of the Akatsuki dropped everything and went into a fighting stance.
"Easy guys! They are the reason you got out of the school easily, and they're just kids, so chill." I say as I try to calm them down. Which doesn't work very well considering a bunch of blue painted men in skirts came running through the room screaming about freedom, with a half naked, blue painted, teenage boy named Hunter(we met him earlier, remember?) ran after them shouting at them to stop and reassess the battle plan. I sighed and decided that the ninjas would probably want an explanation by now. I put down my food reluctantly and motioned for them to follow me.
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We were headed to my little room in the maze of hallways that made up the House. Once we finally got there I decided that my room was too small for all of us and we all sat in the hallway outside of my room instead. I motioned for all of them to sit down and took a deep breath.
"Ok, since this will be a long explanation, I'm going to have to ask you all to leave questions until the end, and be patient with me, please and thank you. *deep breath* As you all know my name is Lulu, which is short for Luliaminarenika. I am a member of a very large and old family known as the Ryders. We are given this name because of our ability to 'ride' the trans-dimensional waves (or highways, if you will) between different worlds. Simply put, we have a knack for going from one made up world to another, and bringing them to this particular reality. Since there are so many realities, we have certain types, or genre's if you will, assigned to certain people. We are allowed to choose, or even make one up, but that is a tough decision. There are also teams assigned for particular things in Base Reality (here) so we still seem normal, and so that the government doesn't know what we can and are doing. Another major group is our violence members, who have bases in Italy and Canada, they are there for the crazy fictional people who must be dealt with. Which is why I'm trying to keep you all from going psycho killer. So, how did you get here, I honestly don't know how it works, but our power draws you to us, in a way. . . I think. How do you get back, well that can depend on a few things. The dimensional highways can be finicky sometimes, especially with groups as popular as yours. I better just open the floor for questions right now." I said sighing and looking at the Akatsuki's bewildered faces.
"I don't believe you." Came Deidara's voice.
"Shocker . . . well I guess that sucks, doesn't it?" I retorted
"You are saying that we aren't real! That we are some, some made-up people?" came the same artist.
"No, I'm saying that you aren't in your reality. I'm also saying that a large portion of this particular reality happens to know an awful lot about you."
"How?" asked Sasori.
"That's one of those unknown factors, but we have noticed that the more popular that one other dimension becomes, the more likely we will have people from that reality appear."
"What does getting back . . . depend on?" asked Pein
"It depends. I guess I could try the regular way first though." I said as I stood up motioning for them all to do the same. I opened the door to my room and we crammed all of the Akatsuki into the tiny room. I went over to my closet, and got out Momo, my katana. The Akatsuki tensed for an attack.
"Oh relax, every family member has a weapon of choice that can help with jumping from world to world. Since I still kind of suck at jumping, I need Momo to help me out."
"What do you mean you 'suck' at this?" asked Kisame
"Well I've only done this a few times before, but no worries!" I said as they all sweatdropped.
Ok, quick lesson on jumping. It is not an exact science, actually it's probably the farthest thing from it. It will take you where you want to go, but you have to really want to go there. As you already know, our family is cursed with severe ADHD so that we are quick to react to any potentially dangerous situation, but because of this we get thrown into harm's way more often than not. You see, if I happen to think of any other place than my desired destination, I might happen to jump there before my mind can process that I thought the wrong thing. With ADD and ADHD, this can be difficult(You know, we think we are thinking NarniaNarniaNaria, but were really thinking Narnia…dun dun duuu da dun dun duuuuuuuda, and the next thing you know you are stuck in a mission impossible world). Of course there is also the off chance that it won't even work at all. (You know the Great Chicago fire? Yea, it's generally a good idea to get a dragon home fast.) Anyways, generally the younger generation of Ryder, me, needs a weapon (or really anything, but generally a weapon) to help in the concentration of thoughts. Our weapons/objects of choice are specially made by a branch of our family that lives in Russia (I don't know why they live is Russia though, shipping costs suck.) They are made exactly as the owner wants it to be made, then, when we get it back we give it a full name. That name (it has to be one of a kind) then becomes a trigger-word of sorts, thus enabling jumping. Or at least, it's something like that. ^_^
"What just happened in your world?" I asked
"Why is that relevant?" asked Pein
"Otherwise you could all die in the wrong time, time travel is a no-no and kills people without mercy." Which was a complete lie, but I didn't want them to disrupt their own timeline, and try to change things.
"Deidara and Sasori were on their way to capture Shukaku." Came a hesitant reply from Pein.
"Thank you." I said sweetly as I focused, and imagined where and when I wanted to be. I focused on a desert in the land of sand, the heat, and the random pieces of rock that were on the ground every now and then. In my head I called for Momo, using her really long first name that I don't want to type but will if you ask me too. I exhaled. My eyes shot open—Ah fu-
A/N: Muahahahahaha, what happened? I don't know! I apologize for grammatical errors, as i am sick currently _ R&R! 3