Naruto--

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the Hidden Leaf Village, and I was walking hand in hand with Hinata, enjoying the rare moment of peace. We strolled down the bustling streets, occasionally stopping to greet villagers who waved at their Hokage. Hinata's gentle smile and the soft rustle of her hair in the evening breeze made everything feel perfect.

Suddenly, our serene date was interrupted by a familiar voice. Hanabi, Hinata's little sister, stood in front of us, her eyes intense, hands glowing with an ominous blue energy.

"Hanabi, what's—" I started, but before I could finish, she thrust her hands forward, releasing a pulse of blue energy. It enveloped us instantly. My instincts kicked in, but it was too late. I felt my body growing lighter, my vision darkening, as the world around me began to swirl. The last thing I heard was Hanabi's voice, eerily calm and reassuring, "It'll be okay."

I woke up groggily, my senses coming back in fragments. The first thing I noticed was the warmth beside me—Hinata. We were in a bed, but something was off. The walls around us were a peculiar shade of pink and seemed to glimmer with an unnatural sheen. I pushed myself up, feeling the odd texture of the sheets beneath my fingers.

"Hinata, are you okay?" I whispered, my voice hoarse. She nodded, her eyes wide with confusion.

"We need to find out where we are," she said, her voice steady but laced with concern.

We climbed out of the bed, our movements slow and cautious. The room was strange, to say the least. The walls were made of some kind of pink plastic, and the bed, while comfortable, felt out of place. We moved toward what looked like a bathroom. The fixtures were all plastic, yet they functioned. Water flowed from the taps, and the toilet flushed—everything was bizarrely real despite its artificial appearance.

Descending the pink staircase, we noticed more peculiarities. The walls were adorned with fake art, little more than printed pictures set in plastic frames. The living room was furnished with a plastic couch, but as we opened the cupboards, we found real food. The fridge hummed softly, chilling actual milk and vegetables.

"This is so weird," I muttered, more to myself than to Hinata. She squeezed my hand reassuringly, her presence a comforting anchor in this surreal situation.

After exploring the house, we decided to step outside. The front door creaked open, and we were met with an expansive field of perfectly manicured grass. A swinging bench and a porch bench stood out, both bright pink like the rest of the house.

But the most shocking discovery came when we looked beyond the grass. Four immense glass walls towered around us, enclosing us in a vast terrarium.

Hinata's eyes widened as she took in the scene, her grip on my hand tightening. "Naruto, we're... we're in a dollhouse."

I nodded, feeling a mix of confusion and dread. "Yeah, it looks that way. But why? And how do we get out?"

Before we could contemplate our next move, a series of thunderous footsteps echoed around us. The ground trembled slightly with each step, and we turned toward the source of the sound.

A giant figure loomed into view, her form towering above us. It was Hanabi, followed by a woman I didn't recognize. Hanabi's eyes, now enormous and scrutinizing, peered down at us from above the glass walls. Her massive presence cast a shadow over us, her chest level with the top of the terrarium, her gigantic breasts creating a mountain-like silhouette.

"Hanabi!" I shouted, my voice sounding small even to my own ears. "What's going on? Why are we here?"

She didn't respond immediately, her expression unreadable. The servant beside her, a woman with a stern face, held a clipboard and seemed to be taking notes.

Hinata stepped forward, her voice steady but pleading. "Hanabi, please, tell us what's happening."

Hanabi's gaze softened slightly, but her eyes remained focused. "It's for your protection," she said, her voice reverberating around us like a distant thunderstorm. "You have to trust me."

"Protection from what?" I demanded, frustration creeping into my voice. "This is insane!"

Hanabi stood towering above us, her enormous presence filling the terrarium with an almost palpable tension. Her eyes, large and intense, scanned over our tiny forms as she began to explain the situation.

"My assistant will be here to take care of you while I'm busy running the clan," Hanabi said, her voice echoing through the glass walls like a distant rumble of thunder. "The house has all the amenities you need—food, running water, and even a variety of clothing outfits."

Hinata and I exchanged a quick glance, both of us eager to protest. "Hanabi, this isn't necessary," I started, but my words were quickly drowned out by her giant voice.

"Shhh," she commanded, her tone gentle yet authoritative, effectively silencing us. "This is my servant's bedroom, so you should appreciate that she's willing to share some space to care for you."

With a surprising tenderness, she reached down and gently petted our heads with her colossal fingers, her touch surprisingly soft. "Be good for your caretaker," she said, her eyes softening for a brief moment.

Then, with a final nod, she turned and walked out of the room, her enormous footsteps causing slight tremors as she left, leaving us alone with her assistant.

The demeanor of the servant shifted instantly once Hanabi was out of sight. A huge, almost manic smile spread across her face as she looked down at us, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of excitement and amusement.

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with an unsettling glee. She reached down and picked us up, one in each hand, her grip surprisingly firm yet careful.

She held us up close to her face, her eyes examining us with an almost childlike wonder. "How romantic this is going to be for the doll couple," she gushed, her breath warm and slightly sweet. "And of course, I'll be included as your owner."

Without warning, she turned us to face each other, her hands manipulating our bodies like we were actual dolls. She brought her hands together, making exaggerated kissing noises as she smushed our faces together, her laughter filling the air.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally pulled us apart, still giggling. I shot her an exasperated look. "How old are you to be acting like this?" I demanded, frustration bubbling up inside me.

Her expression soured instantly, her smile vanishing. With a loud, booming voice, she declared, "I am twenty-two! And this is my bedroom, so I can behave however I want!" She stuck her tongue out at us childishly before unceremoniously dropping us back into the terrarium.

We landed with a soft thud on the grass, the impact causing me to stumble slightly. I caught Hinata's arm to steady myself, both of us looking up at the towering servant with a mix of bewilderment and apprehension.

The servant huffed, crossing her arms as she looked down at us, her earlier excitement dimmed but not entirely gone. "You two better behave," she warned, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Or else."

With that, she turned away, leaving us to our own devices within the confines of the glass walls. I glanced at Hinata, her eyes wide and filled with concern.

Just before the servant left the room, she adopted a professional look, smoothing out her dress and straightening her posture. Her eyes briefly met ours, a flicker of authority glinting in them before she turned and exited, her footsteps reverberating like distant drumbeats.

Hinata and I silently walked inside and sat on the plastic couch, which creaked slightly under our minuscule weight. The couch was oversized, each cushion an expanse of slick, molded plastic that mimicked the texture of fabric but felt cold and unyielding. The seams were exaggerated, designed more for aesthetic appeal than comfort, and the backs were tall, dwarfing our seated forms.

The room around us loomed large and surreal. The walls, a bright, synthetic pink, seemed to glow under the artificial lighting, casting a strange hue over everything. The ceiling stretched high above, adorned with plastic chandeliers that gleamed like oversized jewels. Everything felt too big, too bright, too artificial.

My eyes drifted to the fake art on the walls, simple patterns and shapes meant to mimic high-end decor but failing miserably in their plastic execution. The contrast between our living, breathing selves and the inanimate surroundings was stark and jarring.

Hinata sighed softly beside me, her breath barely audible in the cavernous space. "What do we do now, Naruto?" she asked, her voice a delicate whisper against the overwhelming backdrop of our bizarre new world.

I squeezed her hand gently, my mind racing. "We figure this out, one step at a time," I replied, my voice filled with a determination that belied the uncertainty of our situation. Together, we sat on the plastic couch, tiny figures in a world not meant for us, pondering our next move.

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Naruto and Hinata have found themselves in quite the pickle... What will happen next, stay tuned to find out.

(This Author does not guarantee Part 2 will be the next chapter...Sorry)