Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Girl Named Yama ❯ Chaper 2 - Freak Out Session ( Chapter 2 )

A Girl Named Yama

 

Author: XoXSilverDragonXoX

 

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from `Naruto'. The only thing I own is my main character, Umari Yama, and maybe some unrecognizable characters that you may see.

 

Brief Summary: A girl finds herself dumped into Hatake's bed one day in a different world to deal with an emotional Sasuke, a hyperactive Naruto, a flirty Genma and lazy Kakashi. And of course, to deal with all the glory of life in Konoha to boot.

 

Last Chapter:

 

We meet the main character, Umari Yama and find out a little bit about her life. Last time it ended off with her falling into unnatural sleep. What had caused it? And what will happen?

 

Warnings: Seeing as this story is rated `M' be expecting a bit of language now and then.

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

Chapter 2 - Freak Out Session

 

I was dimly aware that I was definitely somewhere else other than my room, but I didn't really care. I mean - I was warm and I felt nice and fuzzy inside. Who would want to move? What else was more important in the world?

 

`Did I fall asleep in the middle of a job interview or something?' I wondered sleepily. I sure hope I didn't, a job was something I could really use at the moment. But I don't remember going to any job interview…

 

Well that's because I wasn't. Silly me - I had been on my way to go get milk. I think. That's the last thing I remember anyway.

 

So why didn't I remember getting home with the milk? Oh well. I didn't really care. It was nice and warm - and I was also sleepy. Or rather, the nice and warm part made me sleepy. A nice combination, if I do say so myself.

 

'Or maybe I fell asleep during work.' Never mind - scratch that. I didn't have work anymore. I had already lost my job. Man, this lack of sleep was really getting to me. The only solution was the obvious - to sleep! What else?

 

Well, at least I didn't have to worry about my boss yelling at me. Not that I cared anyway - all he ever did was yell at me, like a broken record. Isn't that what all bosses did? Well, to the inconsistent workers anyway.

 

I buried my face deeper into my pillow, finding the up and down motions rather soothing. It was kind of like breathing.

 

Wait a second.

 

Pillows don't breathe.

 

They don't go up and down either. At least to my knowledge they don't. But maybe my knowledge needs some updating… right.

 

My eyes snapped open.

 

My pillow wasn't supposed to be the skin color of tanned peach either. I thought it was blue... Yeah, I had a blue pillow! And who would want a peach pillow anyway?

 

The good news was that no mouse had decided to make a home out of my pillow. The bad news…

 

`Ooh, but whatever it was, it has a nice six pack,' I thought, admiring the sight. Any other girl would kill to have the sight I was having right at that moment. Or, the fantasy I was having. I mean... W-waaaaaait a second.

 

Pillows don't have six packs either.

 

Oh wait, now I remember! I had fallen asleep outside. Um - because I was sleepy? Well wasn't I smart. Go to sleep on my neighbor's yard. Yeah... I think that's how it went. But that would mean…

 

…That I wasn't supposed to have a pillow.

 

Aw, shit.

 

Eyes drifting up, I stared. And I couldn't seem to draw my eyes away.

 

He -yes, he— had silver hair, that kind of flopped down and drooped over the side of his face. The lower half of his face was covered with a black cloth and he had a forehead protector. I stared at that. Um... a guy doing some cosplaying? Did he find me last night or something? But if he did… I felt a chill go down my back. But if he did why didn't he put me on a sofa or something? Or put me in the bed and him on the floor if he didn't have a sofa. That's what a gentleman would do. But then again, gentlemen were a dying race.

 

A Konoha forehead protector...

 

'There's a guy beside me,' I thought in a daze. I shook my head in an attempt to clear my head. `There's a GUY, beside ME!!!'

 

Who the hell was he? Silver hair, black mask… That didn't leave much for an attempt to recognize the guy, hey? Paranoid much? My mind drew a blank. But something was telling me that I knew this guy from somewhere - but where exactly?

 

His head protector was pulled down on one side, covering his left eye from view.

 

'Oh god... there's a guy beside me! A boy! A human being with different anatomy than me!' An Adam! I still couldn't believe it. Well actually a half-naked Eve would probably have been even more unsettling. I've defined my sexuality, thank you very much. No need to go through all that again. Then I thought, 'what the heck?!'

 

My eyes widened, `Okay, I know my mother said I was in dire need of male companionship, but this is utterly ridiculous! Impossible!' I groaned, covering my face with my hand and cursing inwardly. Just what had I done in my past life to deserve this?? Who did I kill in my past life? Who did I offend? Of all the embarrassing situations I could've landed myself into… it had to be this?

 

Maybe there was a perfectly logical explanation for all of this. Maybe this is a dream. That sounds plausible, right? Nothing but a dream.

 

Reaching my hand up to my arm slowly, I pinched myself. Hard.

 

Ouch...

 

So much for that dream theory.

 

I stared the spot on my arm, which was turning redder by the second. Nope. Don't think this is a dream. Maybe some really, really sick joke? But who would do such a thing? I don't think my mother would actually go this far. And I didn't really know of any people who would dare to do this. A reality show maybe? If so, whip out the lawyers, because I'm going to sue!

 

I glanced around. I didn't recognize where I was either - another con. The room had creamy white walls and was big enough so to fit 3 twin sized beds side by side. It was a small and plain, but cozy (if I could call it that in my situation anyway).

 

The bed headboard was against the wall, and there was a wall on the right side of the bed. To put it shortly, the bed was up against a corner of the room.

 

Then to my left was a desk with a plant on it, along with several scattered pieces of paper. Above the desk was a bulletin board, containing several different notes. I tipped my head sideways and saw that most of them were labeled with the kanji letters spelling out: 'Missions.' There were several other characters as well, but were too small to be read from my distance. Beside this desk was an open closet, littered with clothes - black and green, mostly.

 

Right above my head, was a window with white curtains - pulled shut. Did this guy have a death wish? Sleeping with a window above your head is a bad thing. A biiiiiiig no-no. Even students wouldn't do that, I mean - who wants to wake up to a blast of sunlight every morning? But hey, maybe this guy liked to live every day with a challenge. Plus, maybe he could dodge the glass if a accidental baseball comes flying through the window. I know I wasn't able to. Stupid neighborhood kids. I'll get them back one day, mark my words.

 

The five inches before the window was a flat counter - which was used for a night desk at the moment. A plain lamp and a few books were placed here. There were also a picture frame and an alarm clock - that wasn't ticking. And it was dusty too. Reallly dusty. What kind of conclusion can you make from that? Three guesses, and neat n' tidy ain't one of them. It isn't punctuality either.

 

I studied one of the pictures. There was a girl that had pink hair and large expressive green eyes on the left. And when I say pink, I don't mean bright neon pink. I mean pink hair that actually looks natural on her. There was a blonde guy in the middle and a guy with black hair on the right. In the back was the guy sleeping beside me, one hand on the girl's light hair and the other hand on the guy with dark hair.

 

Giving a soft grin, I noticed that the blonde guy was frowning and glaring at the stoic boy. In return, the dark haired boy was glaring right back. I could only guess at what their relationship was.

 

I frowned. Who in the world had pink hair? And what kind of Japanese guy had blonde hair? And that last guy... was his hair kind of bluish? Or was it just me? I hoped it was just me - because I did not go to sleep last night to wake up to a world of psychos. Not that I slept very voluntarily anyway.

 

And all three had Konoha forehead protectors on. I felt fear spike inside my system. Where on earth was I? What if… Wait, wait, and wait! Backtrack! I squinted carefully at the blonde guy… Did that guy look like… Naruto?!

 

Now I'm starting to get scared.

 

Spotting a book sitting beside the picture frame, I twisted my head sideways in an attempt to see the cover. Let's see… I-cha I-cha…

 

…

 

…Violence.

 

I managed a grimace. It should be fine… right? All normal teenagers have to indulge somehow, right? I glanced at the male beside me. This guy didn't look like a teenager. Unless he was in his rebel stage and was into bleaching his hair gray… err… white. Whatever color you wish to call it.

 

Okay, time to get out of this sticky situation.

 

Here's an easy way to describe how I deal with situations. To put it simply, I put the quote, 'look before you leap' to shame. I do the exact opposite... 95 percent of the time. But maybe this time it'll be part of the 5 percent. Actually, now that I analyze my situation a little more carefully… I conclude that this guy has a teddy-bear complex. Why? How?

 

…Because he was currently attempting to turn me into one. Grimacing, I attempted to gently lift the arm that was thrown haphazardly across my midriff.

 

'Don't wake up... don't wake up...' I pleaded silently. Just when I managed to lift it slightly, he stirred and rolled to the side… my side, effectively pinning the right of my body to the bed. I scowled. Oi! I'm no pillow!

 

…Which is ironic because I was just using him as a pillow about… 5 minutes ago? Not that he knows that.

 

Okay, round number two. This time, I gave his arm a pinch and watched in half amusement, half annoyance as he twitched. But other than that, he seemed to disregard the pinch and continued to sleep, dead to the world. Dude, what is wrong with this guy? Do most people sleep this heavily?

 

At least I didn't have to worry about waking him up anymore.

 

What the hell had happened last night? I should've never got out of bed to get that stupid milk! This guy probably kidnapped me when I was dead to the world and did... God knows what! I mean, I was out cold on my neighbor's lawn. There had better be a good explanation for this. And I also really, really hope that nothing had happened during the night... considering the circumstances I was in... at the moment.

 

Round number 3!

 

I finally managed to get free by twisting his right arm, which caused him to groan and shift over to the other side.

 

Quickly, I scooted backwards a few centimeters and noticed for the first time that his left eye was covered with a patch. Huh. Curious.

 

Hmm - no eye? Pirate, anyone?

 

Hesitantly, and just for the darn sake of curiosity, I reached up to the forehead protector... and stopped. This wasn't a good idea.

 

I really don't know what compelled me to do it, I just felt like doing it. You ever get that feeling? Just doing something out of the ordinary? That's what was happening to me right now. Ignoring my conscience and following my urge, I flipped it up quickly.

 

...Only to reveal…

 

…A closed eye with a vertical scar going through it. I blinked stonily. It looked cool but I knew it must have hurt to receive it. I mean, that's your eye you're talking about. It's one of the more sensitive parts of the human body.

 

His eye suddenly opened and I felt myself jump, startled. He had revealed a scary red eye, with three black commas surrounding the pupil. I gaped silently. If those were contacts, I was going ask him where he got those, because I want a pair! You could scare the wits out of someone by just staring at them. I mentally grinned. Just imagine what I could do with those!

 

The eye then blinked a few times, startling me out of my stupor.

 

With a yelp, my entire body propelled backwards and I promptly fell off the bed.

 

Thump!

 

I groaned as I hit the ground, hard. The bed wasn't very big. It was obviously meant for one person. So either way, if two people were in the bed, one was bound to fall out sooner or later. I was the unlucky 'one' to fall out.

 

Luckily, I had dragged the blankets down with me. Because right then, I found out something. I was only wearing a bra and pair of underwear. How I didn't realize that earlier is beyond me.

 

My eyes widened and rose to meet a very confused and mismatched pair of eyes. My eyes drifted down to his chest. Eye candy… Girls, you all know what I'm talking about. Guys… you know you all want one.

 

I hastily clamped my hand over my eyes, opened my mouth, and let out a dull shriek.

 

“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

 

He was only wearing his trousers. Well, it wasn't like I was afraid of seeing just his top. But I had already caught a glimpse of it and I found myself unable to take my eyes off of his chest.

 

So I resulted to preventing myself from seeing his form. I knew for a fact that if we were going to talk... I was more likely to be talking to his chest instead of his face. That's not exactly something to be proud of. I'm 19! I should be able to control my hormones.

 

Still... he had a damn nice six pack... Wonder what he would look like with an eight pack?

 

'Bah!' I mentally slapped myself, 'Bad girl! No good!'

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

Hatake Kakashi's POV

 

~Dream~

 

“Ah... what a nice place,” Kakashi murmured, as he happily dug through several different copies of the books; “Icha Icha Paradise,” “Flirting Paradise,” “Make out Paradise” and “Icha Icha Violence.”

 

He had just happened to be walking home and had discovered the horde of books in a box that someone was throwing away. Of course, he didn't really care that they were used, as long as he got to read them. And he didn't really care that they were old editions either. It all linked back to the one fact; as long as he got to read them! Of course, as long as he got to read them over, and over, and over, and over, and over... you get the point.

 

His one eye that was visible curved up; making it obvious he was smirking under his mask. Feeling rather satiated, he felt his smirk twist into a sloppy grin as he scanned the words in “Make out Paradise." A few minutes later he turned the page and let out a satisfied sigh.

 

This was the life...

 

Then...

 

He felt a soft fluttering on his face and he looked around in confusion.

 

Nothing.

 

He returned his attention to his book. It came again and suddenly he felt this world of his fading - until it became a blur.

 

That was when he realized he was awake, lying in bed, eyes closed.

 

`Damn, only a dream,' he thought in annoyance.

 

He froze, feeling a small figure curled up beside him. What the-!

 

Alarmed, Kakashi felt fingers on his face as his forehead protector was pulled up. Hearing a small gasp, he opened his eyes, blinking as his sharingan eye was revealed. His left eye usually didn't see much daylight since it was usual covered.

 

He heard a shriek and he felt the blankets that were atop of him slide off. He sat up in surprise, seeing a woman sitting on the ground, her hand covering her eyes. He sat there, utterly confused. Blink, blink.

 

`Huh?' Why did it suddenly feel so cold? His gaze focused on the woman on the ground. Well... he supposed that there was no threat at the moment. But then again - hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

 

Peering closer, he realized that the blanket was clutched in her hands, covering her body. So that's where that blanket had gone...

 

He stared at her. He knew he went drinking last night... but just how drunk did he get?! He moaned, clutching his head... And he had one hell of a headache... A hangover... Man, he did not feel like dealing with this at the moment.

 

`Must be some prank of Gai's.' he thought grimly, `Or not.' Knowing Gai, the green-clad ninja probably thought he was doing his `great rival' a favor. Kakashi groaned and glanced back down at the woman. Well, at least she was kind of pretty.

 

Her hair was black, which seemed to gleam a dark reddish brown in the light. Her skin color around her face and arms were slightly darker than around her shoulders, informing him that she was probably in the sun a lot. Well actually, with her round lips and thin nose - she actually reminded him of someone. He hummed in curiosity when he spotted the beginnings of a scar on her right forehead. Perhaps a ninja, then?

 

He frowned. Around her neck, hung a Konoha forehead protector, indicating she was from around here. Well... that complicated things a bit. If she was from another village, then it would be easier to dismiss this matter. Since she's from around here, then he would really want to know what had happened last night. This was going to be quite awkward - especially if they were going to live in the same village, which constituted to a chance of bumping into on another.

 

She reminded him a lot of Uchiha Sasuke, one of his students. If he didn't know any better, he would think that they were related, but Uchiha Itachi, Sasuke's older brother, had destroyed the entire clan except for Sasuke. So there was no possibility that the boy could have any other living relatives - besides Itachi, anyhow.

 

His hand drew up automatically, drawing his forehead protector back down.

 

“Who are you?” he inquired. That was when he realized that he was only dressed in his trousers. He gave the woman a once over, but couldn't tell whether or not if she had any clothing on at all. She was shielding herself from view.

 

Another shriek pierced through the air, causing him to wince.

 

“Get on some clothes!”

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

Yama's POV

 

I heard him, whoever he was, shift on the bed but otherwise made no move to get up.

 

“Get on some clothes!” I repeated. I was very well aware of the situation I was in right now... but right now clothes first, questions later.

 

“Does it really matter? Considering what we probably did last night went way past the modest extent,” I heard him reply sourly. This guy had the nerve to joke about this?

 

“HEY!” I shouted, “You think I want to be here? I don't even know why the hell I am here!” There was no comment after that. I shifted uncomfortably, readjusting the blanket over myself.

 

I could feel my patience running thing when I still heard no answer, “Well? Where the hell am I?”

 

“Where does it look like?” He stated blandly. Smart aleck, eh?

 

Growling, I dropped my hand that covered my eyes, keeping my eyes closed and groped around the floor behind me. I was looking for something…ANYTHING that I could get in order to throw it at him. Time to teach this smart ass a lesson - first, I was probably kidnapped. Secondly, I had no clothes. And now he has the nerve to act as if nothing had happened?

 

My hand closed around something hard and flat. Well, not completely flat, maybe an inch or two thick? I grasped it, a second later realizing what it was. A book!

 

Without hesitating, I snatched it up, and threw it in front of me blindly, hoping I would hit him, somewhere, anywhere.

 

Whack!

 

I grinned with satisfaction when I heard a sharp smack, accompanied by a yelp of pain. Well, now I was positive that this guy was not a ninja - so he was just cosplaying some dude from Naruto. Okay, glad that cleared up a few things. If the guy was a ninja he would definitely be able to dodge whatever I throw at him. Ninja's are supposed to be fast, right? Ninja's are suppose to be alert too, now that I think about it. He was sleeping like a rock earlier.

 

And while we're on that topic, why the hell would a guy cosplaying be sleeping in the whole getup?

 

“What was that for?!” I heard him cry out. I huffed and reached behind me once again. This time, my hand closed around a shoe, or at least, what seemed to be like a shoe.

 

I raised it in defiance. I heard the guy take in a sharp breath, “You're not... going... to throw that.” he said slowly.

 

I smirked, “And how do you know that I won't throw it?” I asked skeptically.

 

No answer.

 

“Exxxactly,” I drawled stubbornly. “Well? Get dressed!” Ha! I win!

 

“Hai, hai,” I heard him grumbled, “Women,” he muttered. I scowled, lowering the offensive weapon of mine - the shoe.

 

“I heard that!”

 

A few minutes later...

 

“Yo, I'm dressed now,” Cautiously, I opened my eyes, blinking away the blurry vision, to reveal the guy staring lazily at me. He was standing up and I could see he was tall, I'm estimating an entire freaking foot taller than me, since I was only 5 feet and 4 inches. He was probably around 6 feet some... maybe? His uncovered eye was a brownish reddish color and his silver hair was even slightly standing up - but still drooped over on the end. Was that natural? Bah - who knew?

 

Or maybe he just used a hell of a lot of hair gel… He probably went to sleep with gel in it.

 

My eyes narrowed as I saw a very small, but visible red mark on the visible side of his face. It was a straight line, going from his nose to his eyes, and it slanted downwards towards his right cheek.

 

I smirked. That was the mark of the book I had thrown at him. Pretty nice hit, if I do say so myself - for throwing so blindly.

 

`Not bad,' I congratulated myself.

 

I met his eyes (or rather, one eye), “What about my clothes?”

 

He gave me a bored expression, leaning against the wall, “What about your clothes?”

 

I lifted the shoe up higher, menacingly. In a flash, I was staring at a bundle of clothing in my face. Fast. Perfect. Now we're talking.

 

Blinking, I snatched it from his grip hastily and glanced around. But only saw one door. I was guessing that this led to the rest of this house... or apartment... or whatever this place was.

 

I thought for a moment. I wasn't going to take the chance of going out that door, only to find out that he had rented this room and this place was like a hotel, which meant there were lots of other people here. I only had the other option of risking him seeing me in my underclothes.

 

I felt myself flush and I avoided looking him in the eye.

 

I eyed his feet carefully. Then, “Turn around,”

 

“What?!”

 

“TURN around,” I repeated.

 

“This is my room!” he argued, glaring at me with one eye. I raised my eyes to his eye.

 

“SO?” I retorted, raising an eyebrow, challenging him to say more. I scowled. I had had enough and I didn't want to deal with any of this anymore. I just want to go home, curl up in bed and sleep. Forget about this whole damn thing.

 

My gaze flitted towards the shoe that I had carelessly discarded onto the ground beside me when I had snatched the clothes. Only to find…

 

.. That it wasn't there.

 

My eyebrows rose. Where did it go? I glanced back briefly towards the man standing in front of me, and glanced around the room. I froze. Slowly, ever so slowly, my gaze returned to the man.

 

Eyes widening, I followed the path of his arm to his hand.

 

There, hung the shoe - from his fingertips. How did he get that so fast?

 

"Ano.." I started slowly, "How-?"

 

He gave me a rueful snort, "I'm not a ninja for nothing you know..." My eyebrows lowered. Ninja? I think not.

 

There was a tense moment of silence. During this moment, I sat there, stupefied, while he just stared at me. My anger had long ago abandoned me, leaving me with feelings of anxiousness and embarrassment. His gaze was rather... lingering, so to speak.

 

"Are you going to let me get dressed or what?" I finally asked in exasperation. Sitting on the ground in nothing more than underclothes was bad enough already. But add in a person - a man no less, staring at you just made it downright nearly impossible to endure.

 

"Nothing's stopping you,"

 

The situation had now been completely turned around. At first, it felt like I was in charge because I had managed to gain the upper hand (injury made by book), but now, I felt completely helpless to do anything. I felt like I couldn't do anything all.

 

I felt tears well up in my eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen like this. I should've woken up, cozy and warm in bed, without a care in the world. I should've woken up, with my mom cooking breakfast and where the only thing I had to worry about was avoiding those three 'acquaintances' of mine. Instead I'm in an unknown place with an unknown man with half of my clothes gone! And I have no money on me! And I woke up in a bed with said man! And I feel like crying! And did I mention that I don't know where I am?!

 

I sniffled, drawing my knees up along with the blanket and burrowing my face into the blanket.

 

"..."

 

Then…“All right... all right.” I glanced up in surprise, wiping away the unshed drops of tears.

 

He was already turned around, facing the wall, “Make it quick,” he grumbled.

 

I took a few moments to get myself together, before taking a deep breath.

 

Keeping one eye on him, I managed to slip on the pair of pants he had given me. They were black and simple, like dress pants. I fumbled with the unfamiliar tie and tied it up, glancing up briefly.

 

I glanced back down and glanced back up again.

 

He was staring at me. I wasn't wearing a shirt yet, so he got a good view of me with just my bra on.

 

With a yelp, I pulled on the black turtle neck shirt quickly. He turned his attention away from me, flipping open a book. I could feel my face flaming up.

 

Wait... book?

 

I straightened the collar, before slipping on the vest that had come with the outfit. It was a green vest with pouches on the left and right front side and a high collar.

 

He was actually reading that book I had seen earlier!

 

Taking another deep breath and deciding that I needed some answers, without him being distracted, I walked up to him. His eye shriveled towards me, eyebrow rising slightly.

 

Snatching the book, I threw it behind me somewhere, hearing it smack into the wall. I then pointed an accusing finger at him, “You were watching me get dressed!!!!!” I seethed, feeling my temper rise.

 

I was going from anger, to helplessness, and back to anger. This seemed to be going in a pattern, ne? Would it be back to helplessness next? I think not. I'm about to rip this guy a new one.

 

He held up his hands in surrender, “I thought you were done!” he paused, “At least I know that you weren't naked. And I was reading that.” he added. I scowled at him. That last comment wasn't needed. Deciding to ignore that little fact, I opted to get answers as quickly as possible - in order to get out of here as quickly as possible, of course.

 

".. Where am I?"

 

"...” The idiot stared blankly at me, "What makes you think I'm going to answer that?" In other words, he didn't want to be interrogated. "If anything, I believe I should be the one asking the questions."

 

I winced. I hated being questioned.

 

"Who are you?" he glared at me. I shrunk under his gaze. I didn't like the strong aura coming from him. It felt... angry and made him even more unpredictable.

 

I should get out of here. My gaze crawled over towards the door. I was dressed now. I suppose I could probably take the chance of running for it. Promptly, a hand clamped down on my wrist.

 

"Don't even think about it,"

 

Grimacing, I attempted to weasel myself out of his hold. No avail. I could feel my hope in escaping fading fast, replaced by fear. What was he going to do with me? Was he going to hurt me? Throw me towards the police and charge me with trespassing? Just what was he going to do?

 

As if sensing my fear, I saw the cold look in his eyes soften a bit, "I'm not going to hurt you," He released me, giving me a look. I rubbed my wrist, 'Letting me go was probably his way of trying to prove what he just said...' I thought grimly.

 

"Very well, I will answer a few of your questions first," he said finally, "In return, you will answer a few of mine, agreed?" I nodded. Anything to get some sort of answers!

 

"You are presently standing in my room, in my house, in the hidden village of Konoha, within the Fire Country," I blinked. It took me a few moments to realize that he had answered my question from before.

 

"Er... Thank you..." To tell you the truth, that didn't really clear up anything. If anything, it only made my confusion worse. So... I was with a psychopath? Or was I not? I mean, he was saying I was in Konoha. In the Fire Country. Those places didn't exist in the world, let alone in just Japan.

 

He must have noticed my confused look, "You do not know where you are?"

 

".. I..Iie," I suppose I had a vague idea of where I was. If... if I was really in the Naruto world because of some freak accident, then I had very, very, very old memories that might be able to support me. But those memories weren't very complete and whole. It was nearly 6 or 7 years since I had watched Naruto. I had stopped watching at… let me see... After the fight with Naruto and Sasuke at the valley... I think.

 

I suppose the producers of the anime even started to re-air the whole thing, just to capture more fans and interested viewers. That was probably why Yasuo, Raicho and Urako were talking about the Hokage's death like it was something new, when obviously it was very, very old.

 

"Next question?" I glanced up, startled. He gave me a nod to continue.

 

"But... I thought it was going to be... I question you; you question me, that kind of thing." I said uneasily. He gave me a wry look.

 

"Since you don't seem to know where you are, and the possibility that you had lost your memories is quite high - given by your confusion and disorientation, I think that it's best that we clear your head first."

 

I scowled at him, "I do not have amnesia!"

 

"Not true amnesia," he retorted, crossing his arms. I backed up a step.

 

"I- what? True amnesia?" What the heck was true amnesia?

 

"Amnesia is lost of memory, right?" At my nod, he continued, "-glad you know that at least. Now, amnesia is relatively very rare, despite how the media may play around with it. The forms of amnesia that are usually known are loss of memory from either a head injury or by alcohol intoxication. However, 'true' amnesia is what the name amnesia was developed for. This is the loss of memory caused by painful memories. The brain of the person blocked the memories that were painful to the person, sort of like a self-defense mechanism."

 

I stared at him, "I do not have true amnesia,"

 

"That's what I said," he replied, smirking, "You have another type of-"

 

"I do not have any kind of amnesia," I interrupted, glaring at him.

 

"All right!” he raised his hands in surrender. “Get on with it. What other questions do you have?"

 

I decided to do it all in one go, "Who are you? How did I get here? And I want to know where I really am!!" I gave him a baleful look. He had better tell the truth too.

 

The man gave me a confused look, but obliged, "I am Hatake Kakashi-" I froze. He didn't seem to have noticed my predicament and had continued, "- and you are in Konoha, in the Fire Country. I was not messing with your head before. As for how you got here… um..." he hesitated. The last part came out rushed.

 

"... I-got-really-drunk-last-night-and-don't-remember-anything. .."

 

I blinked. I stared. I gaped. Heck, my mouth was even open and hanging. This was impossible. This... guy was impossible! I mean sleeping in a costume was understandable - maybe he was too tired last night to change... but actually acting like this was Konoha and pretending that he was Hatake Kakashi at a time like this? Wasn't that going a bit too far?

 

What was this world coming to?

 

Hatake Kakashi... That was the teacher of Team 7 in Naruto. Team 7 was made up of the three characters; Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke.

 

I studied him closely. But he didn't seem like he was lying. However, he also admitted to being drunk. He probably conked his head on something in the process of getting drunk too.

 

“You don't believe me,” he said flatly, noticing my bland look. I paused.

 

“No,” I replied, “I don't,” I uneasily shifted from my left to right foot.

 

I blushed faintly, realizing that something may had happened between us last night, “Uh... ano... Did anything happen... last... er... night?”

 

`Kakashi' stared at me intensely for a moment, and I shifted uneasily under his intense gaze. Then his eye crinkled up into a smile, “Did you want something to happen?” I glared at him. I'll take that as a no. But then again he didn't remember anything. And if something did happen, I would've thought that we would be naked. I'll take that as a good sign and hope that nothing happened. No need to tempt fate.

 

My blush deepened and I glared at him, “You want me to hurt you again?”

 

He raised his hands, “That took me by surprise. It won't happen again, I am a ninja!”

 

I scoffed. 'Fine, I'll go along with your little play.'

 

“If you're a ninja, you wouldn't have been taken by surprise in the first place,”

 

“Uh... well... ah...” he stuttered. Gotcha!

 

Yama = 1, Mr. Pretender = 0. I'm going to keep score now!! Let's see who'll win this game of yours...

 

“Whatever.”

 

“I'll prove it to you!” he declared.

 

“What?” I asked in confusion. I watched as he took a position in the middle of the room, right in front of me. I stared at him in confusion.

 

His hands were together and he made one position.

 

`A hand seal...' I realized. His hands were crossed at the middle.

 

His eyes closed immediately. “Kage Bunshin No Jutsu!”

 

`Shadow clone,' I thought. There was a puff of white smoke, before it dissipated. I waved my hand around. Where does the smoke come from, anyway?

 

I watched, as the smoke finally cleared, revealing only one `Kakashi' in the middle. My shoulders slumped. So it wasn't real. Yes, I remember what the Shadow Clone Technique is. It was one of the few jutsu's from the anime that I had remembered.

 

“So it didn't work,” I grumbled. I was half disappointed and half relieved. Relieved because then it would mean that I was not in a different world. Disappointed because I had hoped to see the `Naruto' world and maybe experience something worth remembering.

 

“What didn't work?”

 

Yelping, I whipped around to see a `Kakashi' standing there. I stood mouth agape.

 

I didn't realize how long I stood there until he reached out, and pushed my chin closed. Snapping out of my daze, I turned back to face the middle of the room.

 

There, stood another Kakashi calmly reading a book, called Make out Paradise. I didn't even bother to yell at him for reading that. I didn't even realize that this was an entire different book from before. The one before was Make out Violence.

 

I just stared at him in utter shock.

 

He suddenly looked up at me, and shut his book, “Oh,” he grinned sheepishly at me. “Sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I wanted to find out what was going to happen next...”

 

One Kakashi...

 

I turned back around.

 

Two Kakashi...

 

Reaching out a trembling hand to the Kakashi behind me, I felt my hand land on something soft -

 

- The cloth of his vest.

 

My eyes widened, “Oh. My. God.”

 

Crap.

 

This wasn't a dream. It wasn't a bad nightmare either. I would've hoped for either.

 

This was real.

 

To be continued…

 

[.a.g.i.r.l.n.a.m.e.d.y.a.m.a.]

 

XoXSilverDragonXoX

 

Revised April 02, 2008