This is due to those Jashin dang plot bunnies…but whatever. I always wanted to publish this one anyway cus I've read so many of these! So this my first shot at it! Another outline I wrote while I was in high school…such nostalgia…and I haven't even been out of high school for a full year yet…

Disclaimer: Yeah…I don't own Naruto. Only the OC.

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Franklin Delano Roosevelt

A young seventeen year old American teen girl clad in a plain red overly long sleeved shirt and denim jeans is sprinting homebound in a cheerful manner, a large black bag clutched in her hand swinging wildly.

This teen girl with hazel grey eyes is currently living in Tokyo, Japan due to her father being stationed in said country for military purposes and had moved his entire family there with him. The family of four has lived in Japan for two years as of today's date. She and her younger sister had picked up the foreign language quickly but both are learning the proper way to employ the intriguing, beautiful language through a private tutor.

She was an ordinary high school senior, nothing particularly special standing out except maybe her oddly colored mid back-length locks flying out behind her that were naturally dark violet in color, like a ripened plum freshly picked from a branch and her above average achievement in academics, prompting her exclusive circle of Japanese friends to nickname her "nerdo". But otherwise, she wasn't any different than your average seventeen year old girl.

That girl's name is Ishana (Pronounced like 'eye-sha-na') Wakefield. Me.

Little did I know as I headed on home without a care in the world that today was a day when one of those extraordinary, unexplained incidences would occur…and that it would change my life forever…for better or worse…? Well, you decide that once you seen the all the crap I am put though…

"Taidama, okaa-san!" I announced with great gusto, twisting the golden door knob and pushed the heavy off-white door open, walking inside the two story military house I call home. Well at least until we get moved back to America. Whenever that is. But it's okay because I love living it up in Japan.

"Gee thanks, like I already didn't know…" replied my mom in that flat, sarcastic tone of hers, running a hand through her shoulder length black tresses with red tints, deep grey eyes focused on a video playing on the computer from Facebook.

Yeah, my mom's a Facebook fanatic. Every day, without fail, after she gets home from her job at a small Japanese café, she hogs the computer from me and my loveable (sometimes) imouto, Kaila, chatting online with her old buddies from high school or our distant relatives back in America. I swear she's worse than those MySpace or Twitter teen addicts.

"Ishana, why must you always make such noise when you're right outside the door?" she asked irritably.

"Hey, I stubbed my toe again on that stupid curb—Itai! It still stings!"

I whimpered, wincing at the unpleasant, throbbing sensation. Damn that stupid sidewalk to freaking hell! One day I will have my vengeance, I swear it! Woah…that sounds like Uchiha Sasuke very much. Put a stop to that right now. Never talk like that of your mortal anime enemy!

"You're such a klutz…" my mom sighed, shaking her head in an exasperated fashion.

Humph, like I really need to hear you tell me out loud, mother dearest, I wanted to say. It is common knowledge by now through even the entire small community we reside in.

"By the way…did you buy another school uniform while you were out, seeing that you ruined the one I bought you in the wash yesterday?"

"Of course I did." I said huffily, holding up the loaded bag as proof.

Mom glanced briefly at it before returning her attention back to the monitor. "…I'm glad you finally have some sense of responsibility now…"

My right eye twitches at that rude comment. Why does she both think and treat me as if I'm a little kid still?! I do have a sense of responsibility! I'm not irresponsible! …At least most of the time…

"Where's Kaila at anyway?" I asked, deciding not to voice out my anger filled opinion on how I felt about her blatant degrading of myself, lest I want to have an all out argument on my hands. And trust me, my mom's no pushover; she does the pushing over. Literally.

"Out with her friends." she replied shortly.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Well that's amazing; it's Saturday and she's not cooped up in here?" Oh, on a side note it should be know that fifteen year old Kaila rarely goes out, for unknown reasons and it's practically a miracle from above when she does.

"Yeah I know…" My mom nodded, agreeing with me; a very uncommon occasion. "Did you try on that school uniform and see if it fits right?"

I blanched. "Crap no. I'll do that now."

Running to and up the stairs, I cursed myself for forgetting to try it on in the store…I guess I am a bit irresponsible after all. Well a little capriciousness never hurt no one right?

After taking a good five minutes putting on the newly bought uniform and tying my usual silky red ribbon at the end of my hair, I walked up to the full body closet mirror, going over my own reflection critically. The Japanese school uniform for my high school was color schemed blue-violet; the sailor top had white puffy short sleeves and a large crimson, fancily tied bow on the chest part, matching with a layered skirt, thigh length white stockings, and cute brown shoes.

"Huh…it fits perfectly…" I remarked, smiling at my mirror image which smiled back just as cheerfully back at me.

Take that mom! Ha! But the best thing about this was the fact that I no longer have to wear that damned loaner uniform; it was ugly and smelled distinctly of musk, like someone had just did great excursion at the gym for nine hours straight. And the smell lingered still even when I had tried to cover it up with my favorite perfume, the Japanese cherry blossoms scent, on it. Seriously…does the school even think to wash them, oh, I don't know, at least once a year?! Is that asking too much?!

Ugh, take it easy…it was only for one week…one horrible week…

With an irritated sigh at how unbelievably unreliable my school is, I strode over to my DVD player located on my dresser and hit the play button lightly. Afterwards I plopped lazily down on my full-sized bed (my sister got a damned queen-sized one!) and picked up the TV remote resting beside me, briefly wondering why I didn't turn on the TV when I had turned on the DVD right next to it. I turned on the 32'' flat screen, the channel already preset to VIDEO.

A content smile worked its way its way on my face as I positioned myself comfortably on the firm mattress, lying flat on my stomach. The main menu for the tenth DVD box set of Naruto (which I had purchased a couple days ago) came up playing its theme music. It is my noble mission to hopefully collect both the DVD and manga of the entire highly popular series, Naruto Shippuuden included. I already have the entire Naruto manga plus half of the Shippuuden as well, fresh from Japan, seeing as I live here for the time being. One day I will complete my humble collection!

"Alright…which episode should I watch today?"

My immediate first thought was the episode 135, right when Kakashi-sensei had just encountered an unconscious Naruto after his epic battle with Sasuke in the Final Valley because, in the end, all the Akatsuki are having an important (but short) meeting/reunion and what not; it's the first time they are even shown.

Oh, silly me, did I forget to mention that I am a HUGE FAN (as in Otaku) of Akatsuki? They're so awesome! Who doesn't just absolutely love them? They're evil and hot, who could resist that? Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, I point the DVD remote and go to the scene selection, scrolling through the chapters until I find the first view of the Akatsuki, albeit, in their holograms.

Barely containing an excited squeal, I press the play button, sighing happily as I gaze fondly upon them. If only I could possibly…nah, never mind, it's stupid…a very stupid idea indeed. Besides, it's not like it could actually happen, right? Being in the Naruto world, or whatever they call it. I almost laughed at the illusory, inconceivable idea out loud when something strange occurs. The TV screen's image starts to flicker and get static. I blinked in confusion as it repeated this process again and again.

"Uh…oh-kay, this is starting to get a bit…creepy…" I muttered slowly, staring apprehensively at the paranormal activity.

All of a sudden, the static image shrinks and goes completely black. Holy shit! It's like the freaking Ring! Nooo, I don't want to die by some creepy little Japanese girl that comes out a damned well! Swallowing nervously, I slowly edge myself away from the demonic television. And here I thought living in Japan would be the business…well it is but this is a major, major let down.

A deep humming sound at a soaring frequency begins to emit from the obviously possessed TV which now gave off a vivid red glow. "What the hell is going on??!!" I whispered silently to myself, frightened by the abnormality of my once normal and humble flat screen. I sat up on my knees, reflexively moving my plum colored mane from my shoulder. Then I proceed to do the best thing in this type of situation.

"Mmmmoooommmm!!!!" Yep. Good ole mom would know how to handle this. "The TV is—woah!!!"

I stopped abruptly as the numinous TV set's ruby red light exploded out and spread out like bloody mist, completely shrouding my room. Everything, including myself, was saturated in the crimson light that was so eerily similar to blood. With a yelp of horror, I shut my eyes tightly and, for extra protection, covered my closed eyes with my hands, one phrase repeating in my head like a broken old record: I'm going to die now, I'm going to die now, I'm going to dieeee!

As if things couldn't get any worse, I feel my solid bed dematerialize from right underneath me. It's really hard to keep myself from removing my hands from my face to look and see what the hell was happening. I mean, come on, without the support from my beloved bed, I could very well be floating in midair…most likey in a sea of red light. Why would I want to peek through my hands and confirm that horrible prospect, even though I'm curious?

That high pitched humming noise lowers to a dull "Huunnn…" but as soon as it happened it disappeared. Then, there is a soft, muffled thud as I finally land gently on a firm, but freezing cold surface, legs bent painfully underneath my butt. Ignoring the cramping leg feeling, I cautiously decide to take peek through my thin, bony fingers.

Good news: The scarlet light no longer surrounds me! Thank Kami-sama! But probably worse than the red light even (the bad news part) is the inky darkness encompassing me, seriously I feel like a squid just jetted in my face. It's that unbelievably dark.

It's almost funny, but it's not. Actually, not to sound cliché, it's really forbidding! And the sound of water droplets that echoes ominously as they hit the cold ground just make me think of a scary movie. I'm pretty sure this is the part where I get up and start screaming as some creature/thing chases me and eventually kills and or maims me in a ghastly, vomit inducing way before consuming me. Ugh…so gross. But I don't do that. Why you ask? Come now people, I'm not that stupid to pull a stereotypical, retarded stunt like that.

As if.

If something's a-coming, then damnit, I'm just gonna wait here patiently; hey if I'm gonna die, I shouldn't waste my time and energy left running around screaming hysterically. So instead, I plainly remove my hands from my face, dropping them indolently to my sides and take a pointless look around, blinking dumbly, until my eyes semi-adjust to the darkness. I could use a flashlight right about now. Yep. But that's wishful thinking. And stupid thinking.

Just because I'm somewhat bored with waiting for something to happen, I glance upwards and see more vast darkness. Surprise, surprise there. So I do the next best thing: talk to myself. "O-K, this is definitely not my room…" I know it's obvious as hell but don't you always feel better when you say things such as that to convince yourself that this is really truly happening right now? Thought so. Again I wonder out loud, "Where the hell am I?"

As I do more needless musing, at last, something, after waiting for a good minute, finally happens! A loud, boisterous (and somewhat annoying) male voice broke me from my contemplative pondering as they say in an eerily familiar Japanese voice (good thing I moved to Japan): "Who the fuck is this bitch!?" Faster than the Yellow Flash himself, I snapped my neck (almost to the point of breakage) and eyes in the direction of that tip-of-the-tongue-voice-who's-name-escapes-me.

Very. Bad. Idea.

At least eight looming obscure silhouettes a small ways behind me, all of them looking dead at me. I'm not entirely for sure on that cus I can barely make them out in this darkness shit from where I'm positioned, staring stupidly and half-blindly at the group. But what I can see, what stands out to me the most and easily cuts through the black, to my absolute horror, are these two eyes. In a scarlet iris background are three tomoe markings surrounding the pupil…the well-known Sharingan…wait, what?! What's going on here? How is it even possible that, one, Uchiha Itachi, or two, Uchiha Sasuke, is looking at me when neither characters are real?!!!?

Gosh, now I wish nothing had happened…

At this point, my mind draws a blank, stunned beyond belief as said eyes look over me in perhaps mild interest or boredom, I don't know which; my psyche is too loudly screaming out its befuddlement of this abnormal occurrence to think straight. No…okay calm down Ishana…and think clearly. You're relatively smart, those good grades in school weren't completely meaningless. Calm down and just think: what could this mean?

This time my brain comes up with an plausible answer. Without me knowing, my jaw drops open at the most realistic –yet ironically- unrealistic notion. It-it couldn't be! Even I'm not that gullible—okay that was a lie. I'm ashamed to say I was fooled to believe that the word gullible wasn't in the dictionary…yeah…just don't say anything…

But really…could it be…maybe I really was transferred into Naruto? Huh…well for some reason that sounded logical enough, what with me watching said show prior to my TV, you know, going off its rocker. Geez…I'd be totally thrilled right now if it weren't for the little fact that my life is fundamentally high on the danger zone meter. Despite which Uchiha it is (and I have a good assumption but I try not to assume too much, you know what they say: assume equals ass of me) I'm still in either, a, Akatsuki or b, Orochimaru's newest, randomly picked hideout, both of which are horribly dreadful places for someone such as myself to appear out of nowhere. Any bad guy place is for that matter.

Sweating in apprehension, I nervously prepare myself to speak and (poorly) explain myself when another voice, a powerful, commanding one at that, right beside me, cuts in.

"Who are you, girl?"

I swiftly tear my deer-in-the-headlights gaze off the other figures on my left and snap my attention forward. An intangible, dark, human shaped form is standing directly in front of me. Uh-oh… My eyes travel slowly upwards to glimpse the visage of the see-through being. There is only one group of shinobi in Naruto who communicate by means of rainbow-ish holograms…th-then that means?! I don't have time to finish my thoughts as I lock eyes with the shadowed outlined face of the Akatsuki leader himself (well…not the real one, but still), my own eyes widening in unspeakable terror. His gray ringed orbs, the Rinnengan, the only thing distinguishable on his countenance bore coldly into my hazel ones.

HO-LY CRAP!

I just realized the only reason I was still even alive at this point was because I had probably taken them all by surprise when I'd materialized right in the middle of their supposedly undisclosed base. Damn am I lucky for that. But now…I was definitely gonna be burnt toast because they seemed to be quickly recovering from their initial shock. I'm so screwed if I don't do something!

Hurriedly I try to gather myself together but the Akatsuki members instantaneously teleport and reappear in a tight knit circle with Pein and myself in the center. That's unfair…I'm totally surrounded…

My chest was aching painfully as my poor heart, at each rapid beat, began to give an excruciating tremor as if I was going to suffer a heart/panic attack. It's entirely possible even though I'm young and healthy; when you're trapped like a rat literally on your butt in the center of the deadliest duck-duck-goose game I've ever (unwillingly) taken part of. And I, Ishana Wakefield, was about to be the goose…a cooked, well-done goose…hmmm…that could be good to eat—oh, but there I go again, letting my mind wander to folly things like that when my situation is dire at best. Bad Ishana.

"Do you think she's a kunoichi, un?" questioned an Akatsuki with a bright blue eye (they are close enough for me to see some facial features) unexpectedly.

I immediately recognize that speech impediment and of course his eye; it was Deidara of Iwa, the clay bombing and suicidal (in my opinion cus I know how he dies in the manga/anime) artist. Okay…so I am 100% certain, well actually I already was, but this just furthers my assurance for some reason, that I'm indeed in the Akatsuki. I must be in the episode I was watching…except the Akatsuki members aren't all in their hologram form like before…ugh…damnit I'm not even in Shippuuden…that's kind of lame…but ignore my stupid complaints.

I just noticed Deidara's visible sapphire blue eye gazing at me interestedly. Well I'm flattered and all but…it's quite embarrassing to be so thoroughly scrutinized; I'm starting to feel self conscious like I was in back when I first started my Japanese school. I thought I'd never fit in.

"Fool, take a closer inspection of her (Aww now I'm really feeling uncomfortable)," a smooth, yet oddly quiet voice spoke up at last, somewhat reprimanding the blonde. "This girl has no weaponry on her at all; on top of that she looks too soft—" Pardon my French, but what the fuck does that mean? "—her body isn't toned and even the weakest kunoichi will have defined physique." the asshole continued in conclusion.

"Hmm…you're right danna, yeah!" exclaimed Deidara a second later.

Humph, well excuse me, Akasuna no Sasori for not exert my body to its limit in the art of the shinobi/kunoichi way. It's not my fault I'm from a different world where shinobi such as you don't exist. Something in the back of my mind nagged me to retort out loud but Pein's hypnotizing eyes rendered me speechless with unease. All my insults for the puppet master stuck in my throat and stayed.

"Leader-sama, what shall we do with this girl…do we kill her?" asked a brash voice, sounding highly amused at the thought. That could only be the ever pleasant Hoshigaki Kisame, after all he's a bloodthirsty type of guy, hell he even looks the part.

"No not yet Kisame…" replied Pein, staring intently down at vulnerable little me. "I want to know who this girl is and for what purpose she appeared here…then perhaps we shall do away with her."

…

Wait, what did he just say?!

I felt my eye twitch in disbelief and my fear temporarily drain from my body, replaced with scathing indignity because, goddamnit, if they are thinking of ending my short life, then they were not gonna discuss that likely act like they where conversationally chatting about the weather when I'm right freaking here! Have they ever heard of something called tact?! Well I'm about to show them right now!

"Hey," I growled bluntly, frowning at Pein in particular. "Don't go talking about killing me when I'm right here! Do that crap somewhere else you jerk."

Oops, that last thing just slipped out, that was totally unintentional. But it was too late. His strange eyes narrowed darkly at my flippant (don't forget idiotic) remark, but the weirdest thing ever happens next: an amusing smirk slowly spreads on his shadowed pierced lips (A/N: Alliteration is awesome!). He didn't kill me on the spot as I had expected; I was spared! Wait hold the phone…he must have something even worse than death planned then! I heard some of the Akatsuki chuckle openly at my fatuity…I don't blame them…I think; no I know I made a terrible, costly mistake.

"Bold aren't you?" Pein said softly.

I barely repress a chilling shudder; he sounded WAY too calm and with any bad guy leader, that is not a good sign.

"Girl what is your name." he said in an authoritative tone that demands answer, sounding more like a statement than a question.

You know, I never truly wished to be inside the Naruto realm or Narutoverse, whatever you call it smack dab in the middle of Akatsuki. All I wanted to do was chillax at home and watch Naruto on my Saturday evening…yeah too bad that didn't exactly work out…

On top of that, my skirt is starting to ride up my pan caked thighs (You know I'm kneeling on my knees with my legs folded underneath me). Come to think of it…why did I never take my school uniform after trying it on from the get go? I guess I wasn't pressed about taking it off…

Stupid skirt. Stupid paranormal transporting to other dimensions/realms flat screen TV. Stupid Akatsuki that I still adore but even that is rapidly starting to change on the negative side.

Man…everything in my life sucks right now.

A/N: That's the end of chapter one! I hope you're interested in continuing as this will not be your typical girl falls in Naruto world fic. Still, whatever you choose, thanks for reading. ^_^