It was just another day.

"Did you roll your silverware, brat?"

I woke up.

"Yeeees, Winde. Can I please go now? I don't want the twins' cheese fries to get cold!"

I was late for a normal shift at my job.

"Fine, go ahead, but don't be late tomorrow!"

I made sixty-three dollars from my tips.

"Yeah yeah… Bye Stephen! Bye Doug! I looooove you guys! ~"

I got into my car and sped down the highway to my house.

Little did I know… that this normal day was going to take a turn for the worst…

"Hey, it's Taylor. I got your cheese fries, did mom buy any Arizona tea today?"

I was about half-way home now. The darkening sky made me nervous, so I sped up, hoping to get home before the downpour happened. Driving in the rain unnerved me, because my car wasn't in the greatest of shapes. The tires were balding and the transmission would stall, so the gears wouldn't change. I-phone at the ready, I decided to call one of my twin sisters, Michaela, to pass the time while I hurried home. She would always keep me company, knowing how long the drive from home to work is. We talked for a few minutes about my day and about this shitty customer who spilt his tea all down my apron where my phone, money, and orders were being kept. I was just beginning my monologue on how this was, in fact, NOT the first time it had happened when Mother Nature decided to give me a heart attack.

I'm not sure how familiar you all are with North Carolina, but our weather patterns are incredibly uneven. So, when I say the sky opened up, it LITERALLY opened up. A horrible downpour drenched my car, lightning crackling high in the sky. The sudden change of weather caused me to swerve into the other lane momentarily, dropping my phone into the floorboard.

"What? What happened? Taylor?!"

I could hear Michaela's static voice screeching through my phone, which continued sliding around my feet with each sharp turn I took. The terror in her voice was enough to make me chuckle, and overflow with love. The twins weren't my family by blood. I've known them since elementary school, and while we have our moments like everyone else, they have ALWAYS stuck by me. It's been nearly a year since I moved in with them, for the second time in my life, and I couldn't be happier. To say I had a tough childhood would be an understatement. If not for the friends in my life, I doubt I would even be here to tell you this tale. So, continuing my story, I slowed down a considerable amount, praying it would pass as quickly as it had arrived. This next part was a not-so-smart decision on my own part.

Instead of waiting until I could get stopped to grab my phone, I leaned down, scrapping my hand around to retrieve the technology. I succeeded, too.

"Hey… HEY! Calm the fuck down, I'm okay. I dropped my phone, because it became a monsoon out her—OH SHIT!"

Standing in the middle of the road was a figure, wearing a mask and what looked like a cloak, I didn't get a good look at the time, because of how hard it was raining. He or She had appeared out of nowhere. But what made it even worse is I didn't have time to brake, so my automatic instinct is to yank the car to the right, effectively throwing me into the ditch, along with the car. It's okay though, a tree stopped me before I got too far off the bank. The steering wheel connected with my forehead and after that my memory gets hazy.

I remember how much my body hurt, and finally pulling myself out of the car, only to land in the mud. The figure that caused me to wreck, who had been standing twenty feet away was suddenly in front of me in the blink of an eye. At the time I thought it was because I lost consciousness for a moment, I know better now. Curse words slurred from my mouth as mud started seeping into the seatbelt burn on my chest. I cringed away from the incoming hand, curling in on myself. It was the only defense I could remember, my head to foggy to do much else. Hands grabbed ahold of my body, lifting me fully in the air, before slinging me across his back. I determined my serial killer to be a male, because of how built it seemed his was. Also that he was a serial killer. Who else wears a mask and stands in the middle of the road in a downpour?

Now, let me mention, I am a rather heavy girl. When he slung me over his shoulder, to say I was surprised would be too simple. I was astonished. My fists clenched I beat on his back with as much strength as I could muster, which wasn't much.

"Wha… put me… down…"

That was the last memory I have of this world, because when I awoke the next time? An entire new universe awaited.

A white room.

That's all my mind could comprehend as my eyes creaked open.

This doesn't look like my room, where are the twins? I stretch my body out, arching my back in the process, feeling most of my bones crack with relief. There's a horrible pounding in my skull, making me squeeze my eyes while I get used the dim light filling the room. Once I can keep my eyes open without more pain shooting through my head I twist my body around in the bed, groaning at the ache I feel in my bones, "Guys?"

I begin looking around what is definitely NOT my room when everything that transpired last night resurfaces, "O-oh my god."

The lightning storm, that serial killer mask guy, I wrecked into a tree… He picked me up. Am I in the hospital? Swinging my legs off the side of the little cot I had been laying on I hear clinking and a tug on my ankle. What the… there's a chain on my leg. I'm chained to the ground. I can't leave this room. A bubble of hysteria rises in my chest and I jump up, wincing at the soreness in my body, in a panic. Where the fuck am I?

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!"

Anger replaces the confusion I felt as I jerk my body around the room with what space the chain allows me to do. Anger is an automatic emotion for me when I'm in situations I don't understand or want to be in. I realize it's not a good quality to have, but with what I've been through as a child it's not surprising. The more I jerk around the more I begin to notice, the paint on the walls is peeling, showing the age in the building. The cot I stayed on was simply that. A cot. It was not made for injured patients. There was no sign of medical supplies in here, either.

The room was decently size, with one door and no windows. It reminded more of an insane asylum then a hospital now. I knew it wasn't, however, because I was still in my work clothes. Or what was left of them. My black pants were ripped along the legs, and the only thing that remained on my top was my pink and black lace bra and shredded remains of a black tank top. If I had taken the time to breathe and calm myself down, I would have also noticed the chill in the air, or maybe even heard the footsteps that echoed outside my door.

It was when I picked up the only other piece of furniture in the room, a small table with no drawers, to sling against the wall when the lock clicked.

"Calm yourself, woman."

My back stiffened in surprise, that voice sounded very familiar, but I couldn't place it. There was power behind his tone, so much that I could feel my anger dwindle into fear. Turning my body around slowly, as if there were a wild animal in the room I look upon my kidnapper.

What I see sends me over the edge and I begin shaking, "What the… oh my god. I'm dead. No… I'M CRAZY! This IS an insane asylum… oh my god… why… what the fuck… where is my family… what am I doing here… YOU! You're a figment of my imagination. Holy shit… no no no no…"

Dropping to the ground I curl my fingers into my hair and grit my teeth. I can't be crazy, at least not THIS crazy, because standing in front of me is a man. A man with bright spiky orange hair, tons of piercings, and purple ringed eyes. That's not what makes this insane, though. This man has a name. Two names actually, but the one he goes by in this body… is Pein.

I'm in the presence of Pein, false leader of the Akatsuki and rinnegan holder.

Holy shit… This isn't happening. This isn't real. He's a fictional character, made up in a top selling manga/anime. He's the product of someone's creativity. So, why am I cowering in front of him?

"You are not crazy, and this is not a dream. You have been pulled from your world, into this one. It was an experiment conducted by myself and another, to see if other universes existed. It was successful, however, the strain of moving dimensions is too great to perform again. We have no way of returning you to your own universe. I have come to interrogate you about your world."

Hearing the smooth voice of my figment speaking was being to irk me. What is he talking about? So, Obito and this bastard were experimenting? That wasn't in the anime. Then again, it never gives us details as to what the Akatsuki did before shippuden. If this wasn't a crazed dream… it would make sense. Especially since it wasn't mentioned later on… but why me? I'm just a fat, dimwitted, waitress from North Carolina.

"Why me? Was it random..? Why did you..?" That's when it donned on me, the man who grabbed me, "The mask… the man who took me was wearing a mask, holy shit. WHY DID TOBI KIDNAP ME?!"

If what I think is true… then no one but Pein, Konan, and Obito knows who he really is. I'm not sure if Pein knows he's not Madara, either… So, for now, I'll play it safe.

"…How do you know who that is? Explain, now." So, they didn't know when they took me. Okay… maybe this will keep me alive… Or not… His voice pressed down any type of resistance I could have had. In the back of my mind the fact I couldn't form proper sentences in front of him was beginning to irritate me, but the shock still hasn't worn off, so I answer truthfully, gulping my words.

"U-umm… I-in my world, yours is a story. A rather famous story. I-I'm a huge fan of it… So, I know all about the Akatsuki… like, for instance, your name is P-pein and you're the leader."

I wince as he takes a few steps forward, the mere aura of his presence sending shivers throughout my body but what he does confuses me. Instead of torturing me with some unknown method, like I thought he was going to do, he unchains the lock around my ankle, pulling me up to stand.

"Come with me, I want to know everything you know."

"Y-yes sir."

What have I gotten myself into, now?