Disclaimer: I own nothing… I'm making no profit off of this and is meant for entertainment purposes only.

Warnings: Yaoi, Slash, Gayness, M/M… (whatever you want to call it), AU, Het.

Pairings: Main- Naruto x Sasuke; Others- Naruto + Sakura, Naruto x Gaara, Sakura + Sasuke.

Where is home – Part 1

My name is Uzumaki Naruto, and I live on the edge of the forest.

Well, kinda…

I'm a janitor, so that's how I got to have an apartment on the edge of Central Park. You may think it's a bit sad that I've already stooped to these low levels at the age of 19, but… shit happens, and in a place like New York city, getting a decent job with nothing more than a ninth grader's education is hard to come by. So… I take what I can get.

"Naruto!"

That's Haruno Sakura, my best friend and the love of my life! Unfortunately, she's not too keen on returning my feelings. She lives with her parents a few floors above me, but she spends most of her time helping me out with my cooking, cleaning, and anything else that my mess of a life needs help with. She's so kind, and sweet, and beautiful, but also has a heck of a temper if you get on her bad side, not to mention a fierce upper cut.

"Hi! Sakura-chan!" I grinned at the pink haired girl as she laid her over-stuffed back pack on my ply-board on broomsticks that makes up my kitchen table.

"Don't sound too happy, the elevator's broken again." She said as she hiked up her sleeves and attacked the dishes in the sink. Even with her arms elbow deep in the last few days' dinners she seemed angelic.

"Again!?" Slumping down in my chair, I pull a pair of boots on. "But I just spent the last day fixing that." I yank angrily at my thick laces. "Damn rats chewing through the wires."

"You should just ask Mr. Alberson if you can get bigger traps."

"The day Mr. Alberson admits he has rats is the day Lady Liberty does a tap dance." I shove my arms through my tattered old jacket, I continue, "You know what I'm starting to think? I'm starting to think that the only kind of people that run this country are guys like me. You know, guys who will work for scraps, do six jobs," I adjust my dust ridden hat, scoffing as I look over to my crush, "basically bend over and take it."

"What's up? You're not normally in this bad of a mood when I get home."

Letting out a long sigh, I grab my tool bag off the table, the make shift stand wobbling dangerously at the sudden loss of weight.

"Maa, nothing really. Just Mr. Alberson getting on my case more than usual."

Sakura gave a half smile as she turned to me, her soap covered arms letting water drip to the floor. "It's his monthly PMS, just put up with him for a little bit more."

"Yeah yeah…"

"Tell you what? How about I treat you to dinner tonight?" Her half smile widened, and her beautiful face lit up with a friendly beam.

I plastered a giant grin on my face, "Yeah! Ok! I'll see you later Sakura-chan!" I leave Sakura to her cleaning with a wave. A date with Sakura-chan tonight! My spirits just lifted past the New York smog, nothing will be able to ruin this day! Not even-

"Uzumaki!" I flinch.

"Hello, Mr. Alberson."

"Where have you been? I've been calling this elevator for the last half hour. I thought you fixed it?" The fat old man questioned, his extremely fake toupee falling off to his right.

"I did, sir, but it must have broken again." I replied, setting my tool bag down and opening the control panel for the lift. Broken wires again… with chew marks…

"Well don't take all night on it. You've got to look at that boiler; there's air in the pipes. It's driving everyone crazy." His toupee falling a little bit more, "The entire system needs to be drained."

Pulling out a pair of wire strippers and a copper real, I keep my eyes on the task at hand so not to start laughing at my asshole boss's newest bad hair piece, which has now descended nearly to his ears.

"Yes sir. I just need to fix the leak in number 9 and I'll get right to it."

He scowled, dissatisfied, "Uzumaki, I'm only going to tell you this once. There are an awful lot of people out there who would love your job, and awful lot of people."

I tightened my grip on the pliers in my hand, "Yes, sir." I muttered.

Finally hearing his foot steps walk towards the stairs, I glare over at him just in time to see him readjust his hair piece. "Drain the system… I'd like to drain his system"

But it's ok… cause I've got a date with Sakura tonight!

Clean pants… check!

Snappy shirt… check!

Flowers… check!

Mousse… check!

Ok! I'm ready! Grabbing my jacket and wallet on the way out the door, I cheerfully make my way out of the apartment and head towards Central Park. I was meeting Sakura at a bar and grill on the other side. I still can't believe it… a date… with Haruno Sakura! Maybe my life was finally starting to turn around!

Maybe some one who has no future… could actually make one?

Maybe—

SLAM!!

With a groan, I turn my face so my nose it no longer imbedded in the tar below it. What happened? Something pushed me, hard. After a moment of pulling my face back together, I realize… there's something sitting on me. Wincing at the discomfort, I turn my head around to see who perched themselves on my back.

A dog…? No wait… a pug?

Damn… if I'm getting pawned by a pug I really need to hit the gym some more.

The dog just stared at me as I watched it. It was rather… odd looking. The depressed looking canine wore a blue vest, and a blue head wrap-band-thing, with a metal plate that had a swirl etched in it on the top of its head.

"Uh… hi boy."

The pug just sat still for a minute more before it raised a single paw and said, "Yo."

…yo...?

My eyes bulged. "AHHHHH!!!" Flipping the possessed pooch off and scooting as fast as I could till my back collided with a tree, I stared at the pug, "Y-you can talk!?"

The haunted hound just stared ahead at me for a second more before letting out a sigh, "Maa, this is so troublesome." Standing up, it started a four paw walk over to me.

Damn this tree! Why must you be so solid! I've got no where to run now! What was it doing? What it going to eat me? Drag me away to feed to its young? Did I die somewhere back there and now it's taking me to hell? Oh my god, it's touching me! It's climbing on me! What's it doing with its paw? …Why is it glowing green? Don't touch that thing to my nose! It's already broken!

Wait… it doesn't hurt anymore…

Letting the pug jump off my lap, I reach a shaking hand to my busted nose… or… what was my busted nose. It was completely healed! Like it hadn't just been slammed into a sidewalk!

"What… what are you?"

The dog sat just to the side, scratching behind its left ear quickly, "I'm Pakkun." Turning back to me, its depressed look hadn't shaken at all, "My master is waiting… we should get going. It wouldn't do to be late."

"Whoa, whoa… I'm not following some possessed dog anywhere." The idea alone that a dog was talking still had me for a loop, "For all I know I'm going to be used as a sacrifice for some satanic cult and get my heart eaten. No thanks! I'd rather not! Now… I'm going to go finish this dream on a good note and go meet Sakur— I'M LATE!!"

Picking up the bouquet of flowers, which were now completely destroyed, I quickly headed in the direction of the diner, trying desperately to think up a decent, and believable, reason why I'm going to be so late.

"Sakura-chan!" I called out as I neared the diner, her pink locks standing out amongst the deeper colors of the diner. She looked beautiful tonight, in a teal summer dress that let her gorgeous eyes stand out. Man, if I wasn't already head over heels for her I'd fall in love all over again.

"Naruto! Where have you been? We were supposed to meet here 20 minutes ago!" Even angry she looked stunning, "Do not tell me that the drier ate your socks again, because I know you had a few clean pairs."

"I'm sorry, Sakura-chan." I replied as I slowed down in from of her, thrusting the one relatively undamaged flower to her, hoping that she wouldn't be too upset at me. I've already had my nose broken once today.

"You're nose…" I heard her mumble, realizing she wasn't paying attention to the flower at all. "It's bleeding! What happened?"

Reaching up I touch the underside of my nose and looked at my hand… blood. Great… the stupid dog cured me, but I forgot to clean up.

"I tripped… but it's fine now." Reaching up I rub my arm under it, trying to wipe the blood off. But it took me a moment to realize it was now all over my best shirt. Even better…

Sakura pulled a handkerchief out of her matching teal purse and started dabbing under my nose, cleaning away the blood. She was such a caring person. "Let's go home. You can get cleaned up and I'll cook you something there."

"No! It's ok! I'm fine! We can st—"

"—Rare implies dangerously cooked! When I say rare, I mean just let it look at the oven in terror, then bring it out to me! No fries, no vegetables… just meat!"

We both turned to see who had suddenly started yelling in the restaurant, effectively killing my plea that we continue our date. He caught my attention immediately, just because of his wild, undomesticated look, like he'd just escaped from prison or something.

Sakura gently took my arm, (and if I wasn't still watching this guy chug down water like an animal dying of thirst, I would have melted at the gentle heat from her fingers) and pulled me in the direction of the exit.

"Come on… the creeps are coming out."

I nod, allowing her to pull me along, tearing my eyes from the man devouring the bread on his table.

Well… their goes my date…

The walk back to the apartment was pretty much quiet. I re-gave her the one living flower, she laughed, but accepted it with a smile. Maybe I do have a chance! I mean… this night wasn't going to turn out all bad, Sakura was still dressed beautifully, and she was going to cook us dinner! I could happily live with that.

However, my good mood was quickly extinguished again as we entered the apartment building.

"That's Mrs. Graves from next door," Sakura narrated, as she too saw the old women lying unconscious in the hallway, a thick layer of sand covering her body. "…her husband…" laid a little bit farther down the hall, "and their son, Eric…" was curled up in a corner, each dead looking and covered in sand.

Sakura leaned down to check to see if each of them were alive as I followed the trail of sand that traveled down the hallway. The dinging of the elevator took my attention for a moment, and I looked up to see it slowly opening and closing by itself, (it broke again). Focusing my attention once more on the dirt, I eye tail it up the hall, and my heart stops for a moment.

"Sakura!" I yell-whisper down the hall. She seemed to be pretty calm, looks like the Graves were fine. "Someone broke into my apartment. Go check on your parents and call the cops!"

She nodded and darted off, her high-heels clacking noisily as she ran up the stairs.

I turned back to my apartment. The door was completely blown off its hinges, the door frame and wall busted and mangled, wood shards and sand covering the entry way. Damn it… this is going to take me a week to fix! God damn burglars… I'm ganna knock your teeth in!

Silently entering my apartment, I hear voices coming from my kitchen. Grabbing the sludge hammer that I keep by my door (don't ask…), I flip it onto my shoulder and slowly make my way to the kitchen.

"It's written in… some strange symbols…."

Peeking around the corner, I spy my two intruders flipping through my ancient pile of magazines and newspapers. One was a woman with blonde hair, narrow eyes, and a huge fan strapped to her back. Her hair was done up in four fuzzy pig-tails, and she wore clothes that I would be more likely to see in an old Chinese action film. The other was a… guy, I think. He wore a black once piece outfit that even covered his head… and had cat ears. His face was painted with some white and purple tribal design, and had these two huge things wrapped in bandaged tied to his back. Man… I hope those aren't people…

"Look! I think I found a justu to get rid of dogs!" Said the women, pointing to a Garfield cartoon in one of the newspapers littered across the room.

Those bastards… first they bust down my door now they're messing up the little cleanliness that actually existed in my apartment!? I'll bust your faces open for ruining all Sakura-chan's hard work!

Tightening my grip around the sludge hammer, I prepare to make my sneak attack, but as soon as I lunge, I find my weapon ripped from my hands.

Oh shit… there was three of them.

I jerked around, jumping away from my other assailant. He was rather scrawny, and did not look at all strong enough to be holding that heavy thing as easily as he was. He had short red hair, pupil-less light green eyes and the worst eye make-up job I've ever seen. An enormous gourd was fixed to his back, and wore something that looked stolen from the set of Arabian Nights.

"You must have learned a great deal here…" I turned around to face to the woman who was walking towards me, a Rolling Stone magazine held upside down in her hands. "Such tiny symbols that I've never seen before."

"And so much of it!" Said the cat eared man, walking out from behind the blonde, each of his hands full of random news pages and crumpled magazines.

"Indeed…" I turned back around to face the red head, my eyes popping out in astonishment as I watched him carelessly toss the hammer around in the air like it weighed as much as a pen. "Kyuubi has much to teach us."

Shit… what was I going to do!? Not only were these guys completely insane, but monstrously strong and confusing me with someone else!

"What the hell do you want?"

The red head tossed my weapon over his shoulder, the head of it imbedding in my far wall. Holy… shit… they're going to kill me!

I back up as he starts to approach me, before my back hits the wall… great… trapped between a rock and a psycho.

He stops about a foot in front of me, and slowly reaches to grab my hand.

Screw the macho man act, I'm scared shitless! I just watched this guy imbed a sledge hammer into a wall like he was tossing a flaming baseball through a thin piece of plastic wrap, who wouldn't be scared!?

Lifting my hand up, he bowed slightly, bringing my hand to his face.

He was going to bite my hand off!

But it wasn't teeth… but soft lips that I gently felt pressed to the back of my hand.

"I apologize, Kyuubi. We must have frightened you." He said, his voice toneless and hollow. He straightened up, but didn't release his hold on my hand. "I am Gaara of the Desert."

"I am Temari," the woman bowed.

"And I am Kankuro." said the last man.

I glance between the three intruders, what the hell is going on!? "I think you have the wrong apartment, there's no one named Kyuubi here."

Gaara, made a low noise in his throat, lifting his free hand up to my face. He ran a finger along one of the scars along my cheek. This… was so… creepy… "We were told you might not remember."

What am I going to do!? Now I'm scared shitless, confused as hell, and apparently amnesic… cause I sure as hell don't remember any freak that wears a gigantic gourd for a purse.

Now what's he doing? He's leaning closer… is he trying to kiss me!? OH GOD!! He's going to rape me!

Closing my eyes, I wait for inevitable, pursing my lips tightly. Well… it's not like I could fight him off… he just imbedded a sledge hammer into my wall!

But it never came… in fact, the next thing I realize, I was released and my assailant started screaming. When I open my eyes, I see a very familiar pug attached securely to the red head's leg.

"Go!" It mumbled through the leg in its mouth. Not having to be told again, I flee, and easily enough considering the cat eared man was hitting the dog over the head with a few rolled up magazines, while the woman was trying to make sense of the Garfield cartoon.

Wackos… Complete wackos!

Just as I'm jumping over my busted door, I hear a succession of noises… 'shh…' 'Yelp!' 'thud!' 'poof...' Turning back around…

"AHHH!!!" There's a giant pillar of sand is shooting at me!! Bolting… I can hear the friction of the sand moving behind me, the foot steps of the freaks running behind me, and… the ding of the elevator…

The elevator!!

Hurrying to the broken machine, I jump inside and start jamming on the 'close door' button… come on… come on…!! Close you god damn box! I see them the three of them skid around the corner, the flying sand darting at me, and slamming into the closed doors of the lift.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Safe… for now. I can still hear them banging on the other side of the doors, but if they don't know what a comic is… I'm sure they can't figure out how to use the elevator.

What the hell was going on!? First I'm owned by a talking pug, now these weirdoes break into my apartment, try and kiss me, then send their flying magical sand at me? Am I dead? Did someone slip something into my coffee? Why won't I wake up!?

What did I do to deserve this!? Isn't my life messed up enough? Now I'm going crazy!

The banging on the door suddenly stops, complete silence sounds from the other side. I listen closely… did they leave? Nope… a gentle sound of sand starts up again, and I look to the floor to see the sand sneaking through the crack at the bottom of the door.

Ok… I think it's time to make my escape. Climbing up onto the cheap railings in the lift, I pop open the hatch in the ceiling, climbing out. Just need to pry the next floor's elevator door open and make my way down the fire escape. Sakura would be fine, I can already hear the police coming, and they'll keep those freaks busy for a while.

A few blocks down, I unlock the door to my second home.

"Hello…" My voice echoed down the short, barren hallway.

"Who is it?"

"It's only me, Sensei." Walking down the familiar halls, I enter the only lit room in the empty apartment.

"Oh! Hello, Naruto…" Umino Iruka was one of my teachers in grade school. During my year with him, he had found out that I was living on the streets, and insisted that I move in with him. Although not my legal guardian, he's the closest thing to a father I've ever had. "It's a bit late for you to be stopping by to visit."

"My boss is being a bitch again," Or at least will be once he sees my apartment, "Would you mind if I stayed the night?"

My sensei smiled, pulling off his glasses and placing down the homework he was grading. "You know you always have a place to stay here."

Wandering across the room, I take a seat on his tidy bed, "Why don't you get a roommate? It's not like you don't have the space, and I know you could use help with the rent."

"I'd have a roommate if you'd just move back in with me."

"You think I'd still be at that job if I had the choice?" I mutter, leaning back to relax on the comfy bed. Mm… down comforter.

I heard the older man stand and walk to his kitchen. I returned a few moments later with two Coke's, tossing me one.

"Thanks."

"You know you could still go back to school." He said, sitting back down at his desk. "You wouldn't be the first person to take a few years of high school off."

I scoff, sitting up and cracking my drink open, "and do what? Move back in here? We both know you can't afford me. And I can't keep my job and go to school at the same time."

"You could get another job."

Again, I scoff, "I've been trying to get another job since I got this one!"

Sensei sighed, sipping his own drink, "Well… the invitation's always open."

Sipping my own drink, "I know…"

"Mmm… Sakura-chan…"

No… Iruka… shut up! All that noise in the kitchen is waking me up!

Sakura-chan… don't go! Come back and show me your Bumba Bumba!

Whining irritably… I slowly force my eyes open. Damn Sensei… waking me up from such a wonderful dream. The noises in the kitchen persisted, must be breakfast time. Crawling out of bed, I make my way out of my room (yes, I still have a room at Iruka's apartment. He refuses to let me move out completely), giving myself a morning scratch, and head towards the kitchen.

"Sensei?"

"I'm in here!" Turning to the muffled voice from Iruka's bedroom, I turn and head that way.

"Sensei?"

"In here."

Poking my head into the dark bedroom, I barely make out the lumpy form under the covers of the down comforter. Hmm… must have been rats in the kitchen again.

"Good morning." I mumble, walking into the room, yanking the curtains open a bit. Gah! Mornings are too bright… "Do you want some coffee, or toast or something?"

There's no answer from the bundle of blankets, but turning, I still see a slight bit of movement. At least I know he's alive.

"Sensei? You alright?"

Again… silence. Now a bit concerned, it's not like Iruka to be this irresponsive, he was a teacher after all, I walk over to the bed and pull cover down…

…and find myself pinned to the bed, on my back…

…by someone who was definitely not my sensei.

"Hello, Naruto."

"Who are you? And Where's Iruka? How do you know my name!?"

"You're teacher's fine. He's not the one I'm here for."

I was distracted for a moment by his face, where have I seen him before? He had wild black hair, skin as pale as the moon, a slender handsome face, and black narrow eyes… why does he look so familiar. Wait…

"You're the guy from the restaurant!" That creep has been following me!

He smirked down at me, his black eyes never breaking their hold with mine, which widened drastically as the black orbs suddenly became red.

I'm still stuck in that dream!? Damn it!

"Has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful eyes."

And why does everyone want to rape me!?

Growling, I swiftly lift my knee up, disabling the dark haired man, I roll off the bed and bolt towards the door, but the red eyed man cuts me off. He's breathing a bit heavy… as he should be, I kneed him hard!

"Sorry… now that I've found you I can't let you leave." He took a few steps towards me, finally straightening up fully. Damn… he must have balls of steel. "I knew you were supposed to be attractive… but I must say, I'm surprised." Red eyes giving me an up-down. Never before have I felt so naked, wearing only my orange boxers and white tank, I might as well have been running through Time Square in nothing but a fig leaf.

"Keep away from me…" Of course… it wasn't nearly as threatening as I was hoping it would be since I backed into Iruka's desk a moment later.

"Beautiful eyes…" Apparently I was being completely ignored, "Beautiful skin…" His eyes began to lower again, "Beautiful—"

SMASH!!

Jumping over the glass shards of the lamp I just smashed into my assailant's head, I head to the front door, but find it bolted shut with the key gone. Shit! He locked us in here! Turning to the window, I open it and look out to see if there was anything I could jump onto. Unfortunately, the only thing there to break my fall was a few garbage bags.

"I'm sorry."

"AHH!!" I screamed. He just… materialized beside me!

"We've started off badly." I grab the broom beside the door, shoving it in his face threateningly, "Very badly."

Slamming the broom into his face, he bounces back, completely unfazed. "Hmm… Kyuubi's grown weak."

Growling, I slam the broom end into his tender area. It worked once… and it worked again. A flash of pain crossed his face as he leaned over to brace himself on the windowsill. "Oh… you've been here far too long, fox."

Lifting the broom again, I side swiped his head, this time sending him out the window and landing on the garbage bags below. Leaning out the window, I watch as his red eyes turn black then close. He passed out.

Letting out a breath, I sigh in relief. Well… at least another one is dealt with for now… but how many more would be coming?

A low moan caught my attention, and I pulled myself back into the apartment and locked the window shut. Following the sounds to the kitchen, I push the door open to find Sensei tied, gagged, and blindfolded to one of the kitchen chairs.

"Sensei!"

Ok… let's try to make sense of this…

I'm walking through Central Park (where I currently am by the way. I'm heading back to my apartment to see what I can salvage, or if I still live there. Mr. Alberson's probably ripped his toupee into a few dozen pieces if he's seen my doorway yet.)

Anyways… I'm walking through Central Park, and I get owned by a talking pug and who has weird healing powers.

Then my apartment is wrecked by those three freaks, one of which seems to think I'm some guy named Kyuubi and tried molesting me. Then I got chased by magic flying sand and escaped in an elevator.

Finally, that creep from the restaurant followed me back to Iruka's apartment, eye raped me, and survived a four story fall out a window.

Did someone sign me up for some horrible new reality TV show? And why me? I'm just some low life janitor that barely made it through Freshman year in high school. I'm no one special.

"Naruto!"

"Sakura-chan?"

Turning to the sound of my love, I see the rush of pink running up to me. "Sakura-chan! What happened at the apar-apar… apar…"

Slapping a hand over my face to stop the blood from pouring from my nose, my eyes bulge at the sight of my gorgeous rosette.

Have my dreams come true!?

The pink haired girl wore nothing but a pink bikini that mostly wasn't there, and a see-threw white robe that hid absolutely nothing.

"Naruto! Have you seen my Sasuke-kun?" I don't make a movement or sound, a drop of blood escaping my hands. "He ran away from me last night, and now I can't find him!"

"Sakura… what are you wearing?" Idiot! It's very obvious what she's wearing!

The pink haired girl glanced down at herself, "I wanted to look sexy for Sasuke-kun."

Whoever this Sasuke guy was… I must know his ways.

"There she is!" We both turn to see half a dozen cops running at us, guns drawn.

As if things couldn't get any more confusing.

"Damn it…" she muttered. Grabbing my hand that wasn't attached to my face, she dragged me along behind her into a patch of trees, "Come on!"

"Sakura! What's going on? Why are all these cops after you!?" I whispered, as we crouched behind a bush.

"The lady at the store wanted $350 for this," she said, motioning to her outfit… or lack of, "so I stole it."

"But why are their six of them… with guns?"

"Because no one gets in between me and my Sasuke-kun!"

Ok… never mind… I really don't think I want to know now.

Light foot steps sound from behind us, and we both jerk around to see who it was that found us.

"Yo."

"AHHH!!" Sakura shrieked, pointing at the pug. Latching onto her as quickly as I can, I cover her mouth to keep from being found by the police.

"Shh! Yes… he can talk. Now came down or we'll be caught."

Once I could feel her calm down, I let go of her… reluctantly.

"A talking dog!?" She whisper-yelled.

I nodded, "You don't know the half of it."

"Come on." The pug said, Sakura looked almost frightened. "They'll find you here. Follow me." And the canine pampered off. Sakura and I shared a glance, before following after the dog.

So now… I'm following the possessed dog to somewhere unknown, with a practically naked Sakura just behind me… Sure! Why not! Not like anything can surprise me anymore…

"Where are we going?" Sakura whispered.

"We need to try and find the mirror."

…Mirror?

"But, it may not look like a mirror. You have to look very very carefully."

Find a mirror that doesn't look like a mirror… ok… easy.

"Just look for a piece of forest that doesn't fit."

The dog stopped for a minute, bending down to sniff around an area of the ground.

Sakura leaned over to me, "It's a park in the middle of a city… there's a lot of things that don't fit."

I just shrug. After the flying sand… I'm not really sure what to expect anymore.

"This way."

Following the dog, we fought through a final patch of trees before the pug stopped again, this time sitting down in his spot, "Look. There it is."

Amongst the trees in front of us, a patch of light beamed through the branches, the color shifting colors every few seconds… almost like the northern lights.

"Oh my god…"

"That's weird." I said astonished, never have either of us seen anything like that.

"There he is!"

Flinching at the familiar voice, I turn to see the three burglars from last night running at us. Behind them what looked like a riot team, a few of the cops after Sakura mixed in among them.

"In you value your lives, follow me!" And with that, the tiny dog jump through the trees and disappear in a blaze of light.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? Follow the possessed god through the light? Or stay here, get molested, and let Sakura get arrested.

"Uh… uh… come on…" Grabbing the rosette's arm, I rush into the forest, disappearing into the light.

TBC

AN: OK! Part 1 is finished! This will be a 10 part story… you can count on that.

Now… if any other this sounds familiar, that's cause I'm borrowing a ton of the plot from my FAVORITE movie of all time: 10th Kingdom. If you haven't seen it, I greatly recommend it. I'll tell you more about it as my story goes along (cause I don't want to spoil anything XP) but it's an incredible movie that you should dedicate an entire day to watching… mainly because it's 7:30 hours long… But you're caught up in the story the entire time!

And everyone ignore all the Japanese everything, despite the fact that Naruto, Sakura and Iruka are all suppose to be pure bred New Yorkers.