Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Sekirei.

May 2014.

"What the hell is this?".

Naruto Uzumaki was lost. Plain and simple.

Not lost as in, "Hey, I'm new here in Iron country, you wouldn't mind showing me the way to your kage's office, would you?"

No, it couldn't be as easy as that. It always has to be something difficult.

"Because we all know you don't know the meaning of the word easy".

"Be quiet Kurama, I'm still narrating".

"Tch".

"Moving on".

How she'd found herself in such a situation. Well, she'd tell you now but,"I'm just as clueless as you".

Waking up in some elderly woman's home. Claiming that you were injured beyond belief. That you were found in some high field grass. It's really not a walk in the park. To hear someone say that they'd never heard of Konohagakure no sato. The greatest of the five main ninja villages. That was even worst. She almost thought the woman was crazy. There was a great need to ask her what rock she lived under.

It wasn't until she was forcefully pulled into her mindscape, goodness thank Kurama because she'd be lost without him, that she was able to understand the situation she was in but, even then he had no recollection of how they'd end up here in this strange world. The only thing she had to go by were reaccuring nightmares of blood and gore. They were never clear enough for her to get a good picture but just enough to let her know that people were being killed or tortured, she really couldn't tell. But seriously a different dimension. Had this been any other day she would have laughed and called that person an idiot.

Trapped in a different dimension. Now that's something she could put on her resume that she'd done. Dimension hopping in bold letters. She'd bet no one had that.

Thankfully, she wasn't as dwarf as people made her out to be. She'd finally grown up. No longer was she loud and boisterous, running head first into dangerous and unknown territory. Her days as a hyperactive youth had come to an end. She was now calm and collect, still having a kind and caring heart but now much more mature.

"..."

"Fine. I'm still a bit hyper. Get on my case will you, sheesh".

Getting the right qualifications and finding employment was no easy task. Dare she say it was almost as hard as an A class mission and that's saying something. It took her six months. Six months just to get all of that sorted out. She couldn't count the number of time she had to thank Ms. Tacibana (the elderly lady) for letting her, a total stranger stay in her home for so long. It also came as a shock to her that the people of this dimension did not believe in ninja's or that people could have powers. She was truly baffled by this. Not understanding how this world could have been so different from her own.

Having decided that she need to know more about her current whereabouts she set out to japan, giving a sorrowfully goodbye to the woman who had been so kind to her, now becoming a resident of Shinto Tieto.

Acquiring herself a job as an administrative assistance, she was able to rent a medium size apartment, fully furnished and even a small car. Though she rarely used it preferring to walk, run or even the occasional roof hopping though she was careful not to be spotted. Such was her life now after only three years. Coming here at the age of eighteen and having to blend in with no friends to talk to (I mean don't get her wrong she loved Ms. Tacibana almost as a grandparent but she just wouldn't be able to grasp her situation) was no easy feat. Kurama was great company but she would have loved if there was someone else here with her but alas it was not to be. Such a staggering change. From one of her world's strongest kunoichi to an office assistance in some alternate reality, really.

She dearly missed her friends, everyone of them but, even she knew just as Kurama had told her that it was next to impossible to get back home so, she took the only choice she had. She'd settle down,(Well as much as she could. Stopping her training regimen was something she just couldn't do, no matter how hard she tried) and hope for the best.

Which was why she did not understand, could not comprehend what the hell was going. As far as she knew the humans of this dimension had no powers, so the spectacle current playing out in front of her could have only been attributed to her very wild imagination. I mean she did work from seven am to nine pm today so it was only possible that she was tired.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't your imagination kit. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see it".

"You sure? I did had a lot more coffee than I usually drink today. It could be the caffeine. I mean did you not see the amount of sugar I placed in those cups".

Deadpanning at her, letting the emotions be portrayed to her so that she could know exactly what he thought of that, he spoke, "Yes, I'm positive it wasn't the caffeine".

Bringing her attention back to the present, she watched as the tall silver haired man fought against...well maybe not fought, it was quite clear the man was hardly putting any effect into the fight but was clearly winning.

She was surprised the peach haired girl hadn't dropped from bloodloss yet. Numerous slash wounds stood out against the girls clothing. How, she did not know because she was sure the man had not taken his sword out of it sheath. The cloth stuck to her skin as the sticky red substance continued to pour out from her body, draining down and creating a small pool of blood at her feet. Just as she was contemplating going to help the girl a man called out, beckoning the girl towards him.

Having noticed him a long time ago but thinking he was just some random person who'd just happen to be passing as with her, she had opted to ignore him but, it seems she'd been wrong.

Narrowing her eyes as she watched them hopped off, she turned her attention back to the silver haired man, spotting him glance at her from the corner of his eyes.

Sliding into a defensive stance she took in his attire. Wearing a long sleeved black shirt and pant. The shirt being open in the front, stopping just a few inches below his solar plexus, with crisscrossing band of leather forming an 'X'. Sitting almost lazily on his waist was a belt. His only other articles being a pair of black fingerless gloves and an orange scarf wrapped around his neck and shoulders.

Staring at the sheath of his kanta warily knowing from the battle previously that he knew exactly how to wield that even without taking his sword out she prepared herself. Pulling out two kunai she mentally patting herself on the back for bringing them with her.

Preparing to defend herself, she paused in surprise as he placed the sheath back on his waist, watching as he turned to face her, his face sporting a faint blush and by faint she meant nearly non-existent, his face being the picture of composed and calm. It was only with her great eye sight from Kurama that she was even able to see it and even then she had to squint and second guess if that was really what she was seeing.

Straightening up slowly, but staying in a defense position she spoke, watching as he took long measured strides to stand in front of her. "Who are you? What are you? Why were you fighting that girl"?

Seeing him move to close the distance between them even more her eyes narrowed, "Move any closer and I will be unaccountable for where these kunai's just happen to relocate themselves. Speak".

Unfazed by her threats, yet understanding that she might have been a little put off by his behaviour. No need to riled the woman up anymore than he hadn't already. After all this was his ashikabi.

Stopping three steps away from being in physical contact with her, he spoke, "My name is Mutsu. The girl that I was fighting or really the girl that was fighting me well,...she decided that on her own, with her ashikabi".

"Ashikabi", she thought. "Kurama have you ever heard of such"?

Moving his body into a more comfortable position the loud splashing of water could be heard as he answered, "No kit and pay attention".

"Huh".

Watching as her brows furrowed in confusion of the word, her eyes seemingly glazed over as if she was in some trance he moved.

Quickly pressing his lips to hers, he watched as her eyes widened and a second later beautiful silver wings emerged from his back. Swiftly detaching himself from her, lest he be dissected in half by her weapons, he moved back two feet.

Looking at her shocked and enraged face, he spoke, "My name is Mutsu and as for what I am. I am Sekirei No. 5.

Well this is my first chapter. Tell me what you think so far and as for Naruto's Sekirei's. I'm only using male Sekirei and she will only have one or two, three topps. I don't really like harems.

Does anyone know what Mutsu's pledge is?

Anyways

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