An: Well... this is my first story on this sight... as of right now, there isn't a definate pairing... but you can vote and tell me if you'd prefer... Itachi x the OC, or Kakashi x the OC. For those reasons... there will be no age spoken of! :)

Warning:
This story is rated a strong T because... well, there's ALOT of language... don't say I didn't warn you!

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I tried to buy Naruto off some guy on my corner street... he told me to go away or he'd bust a cap in my head... So I left.

The only thing on my mind at the moment, was how much I hated strawberry Poptarts. Honestly, I don't know how people could actually like anything strawberry flavored... Or maybe it was just me and as my mom liked to say, my 'odd taste'.

At one time, I liked strawberry flavored things... a very long time ago. But then at a family reunion, there was a strawberry Oreo eating contest... I had won... but also ended up retching into a garbage pale for the rest of the day... I felt truly sorry for the people that had to clean that up...
And so... Here I was, locked in a vicious death glaring battle with... the box of strawberry Poptarts in my cupboard. Why were they there if I hated them so? My parents loved them. And they loved my reactions to the horrible snack/breakfast... thing. That's right, thing, it doesn't even deserve a word to be called.

What really ticked me off... my parents went on a six month cruise, without me, and left this... thing behind to annoy me. Well parents, I wonder how strawberry scented flames will smell... and now the evil box is sitting in my fire pit outside. I had disposed of the wrappers, just to be safe...
But now I was feeling sick to my stomach. So I decided the only way to right this horrible wrong bestowed upon me, was to go to the nearest 7/11, and buy the first box of chocolate fudge Poptarts I saw. And that's exactly what I plan to do.

It was about three in the afternoon, and the streets were crowded with teens, why? I don't know. I'm not sure I want to either, because I smell pot, and other things I don't want to. After finally leaving my infested block, I turned right and made my way up the six blocks that would lead me to the 7/11.

Finally getting inside, I smiled at the clerk who knew me very well... every day, sixth period, I'd leave school and come here for a slurpy, and a small tray of nacho's. Why? Well, I didn't feel like sitting in an Italian class when I was already fluent in the language, and passed the exams with high ninety's, flunking the class with a fifty for never showing up.

"Naiomi, nice to see you! What can I do for you?" The flirty, college freshman winked, scratching the scruff of his face.

"I need chocolate fudge Poptarts. I hate strawberry..." I grumbled, walking into the isle, grabbing a box and heading to the counter. Slapping a some yen on the counter, I held out my pointer and middle finger, "Ja ne!" and made my way back out of the store.

Smiling victoriously, I didn't realize I was walking in the middle of the street, nor did I realize the car that was coming my way... When the horn blared, I looked up... "Well shit..." I whispered, just before the car plowed into me.

The last thing I remembered was sirens blaring, some lady running out of the car to me, and the horrible pain in the back of my skull...

Had someone decided to hit me with a box truck? Because that's definitely what it feels like. I opened my eyes and was met with a blinding white light, and a few people. Odd looking people... A blonde lady was at my side, stroking my head. She had pretty brown eyes, and a gentle smile was on her face.

Looking down at my arm, I saw that there was an I.v. drip in it and my eyes widened. "FUCK!" I screamed, grabbing and ripping it out, making my arm start gushing blood.

A pink haired girl ran forward and grabbed my elbow. Her hand started... glowing green, and my eyes bugged out. She put the glowing hand over where I'd ripped the I.v. out, and I felt a sickening tug at my skin.

When her hand pulled away, there was no cut... just blood... that the blonde lady whipped away... "Okay... okay, don't freak out... don't freak out... fuck that, WHERE AM I!" I exclaimed, scooting away from the two women at my side and pulling the oxygen line out of my nose.

"You're in Konaha... The Hidden Leaf of the Fire Country..." The blonde seemed slightly worried. She felt my forehead and I scowled, slapping her hand away lightly. Then, the first thing that came to mind was...

"Where are my Poptarts?"

They all eyed me peculiarly, and I'm not ashamed to say this wasn't the first time I'd been looked at like that... by random people whom I don't know. The silver haired man looked at me oddly and said from behind his... mask thing, "Your what?"

"Poptarts... You know, the box I ended up in this place... with..." I scratched my head, wondering how I ended up in this Konaha anyway... I felt confused... like the time my mom hit me with a wooden spoon that was steaming and said, "Life lesson of Jesus, when something's steaming, it's either hot or cold, but both ways it's extremely pissed off."

"Pop...Tart?" The blonde with whisker like things... on his cheeks. He was actually kind of adorable. Kind of made me wish I had a little brother.

"Mhmm..." I rubbed my nose.

"Where are you from? More importantly, what's your name?" The blonde in front of me asked.
"My names Naiomi... Watanabe... What's your's?" I looked at the blonde who'd asked me and she smiled.

"My name is Tsunade Senju. I am the Hokage of Hidden Leaf." She patted my head before continuing with her questioning. "Where are you from Naiomi-Chan?"

I unconsciously allowed my eyes to widen... no one had added the honorific onto my last name sense I visited Hong Kong last summer to see my fathers family... "Well... I lived in Okinawa for a while but a few months ago I moved to Tokyo..."

"Ah... what country are those in?" She had a suspicious look in her eyes now. I felt slightly self conscious because now everyone was looking at me like I had two heads...

"Maa, why are you all looking at me like that? It isn't from your country of Fire... Okinawa was a country of it's own, and Tokyo is in Japan... You've never heard of those two? Okinawa isn't a surprise but... Tokyo?" I looked around at them. Now that I think about it, the blonde boy was a little familiar... okay, alot familiar... why couldn't I place a name that was on the tip of my tong to his face!

"Did you... hit your head when you fell Nee-Chan?" The blonde boy asked, looking at me oddly. 'Kuso! I know his name, what the hell is it!

"Fell? What are you talking about, I got hit... by something... I was in the street and... oh... oh my... Kami... I got hit by a car... I'm dead! Oh my fucking Catholic God I'm DEAD?" I grabbed the lady and pressed my forehead to hers, and then I was against the wall, two weird ass looking mo-fudgers in front of me, poised to kill. "What the fuck?... Where the hell did they pull you out of, some deranged costume party? If you go around throwing people, someone is gonna kick your ass!"

They looked oddly at me, then one of them dropped to the floor, screaming in pain as I glared at him. I stopped and looked at him in shock instead... "Are you... dancing?" I asked looking at him oddly, but he back away from me in fear...

"Demon! Monster! I looked in her eyes and it felt like I was in a pit of fire!" He then cowered behind the Hokage, who looked at me in shock. It seemed like everyone was looking at me like that.

"Fuck you too ass whole, I didn't do anything!" I snarled glaring at him... once again he hit the floor, almost like stop, drop, and roll style, only screaming.

"Enough!" The blonde exclaimed and I looked at her, she looked into my eyes with a stern gaze. "I don't know what it is you're playing at..."

"I don't either! I'm fucking DEAD for Kami's sake! And they threw me into this fucking HELL HOLE because I burned those strawberry poptarts... FUCK!" I punched the wall and it cracked, not hurting my hand at all. I stared at it in shock. "What the... I'm so confused..." I rubbed my face... "I burnt the poptarts, went to get a different flavor, and when I was walking, I... I was in the middle of the road and there was a car... but they couldn't stop... and... and it... it hit me... I'm- I'm dead... fuck... my mom is going to be so mad, I didn't do my laundry..."

By now, those all-too-familiar stares were going again and I looked down at my hands. "Whose gonna feed Mufasa now? Mom and Dad are on that cruise ship for the next two weeks... and I had a Science exam tomorrow!"

"Naiomi... tell me... in detail, what happened..." Tsunade-Sama walked over to me, holding up her hand to the silver haired guy and ugly fucker.

"I was in my house in Tokyo, and my parents left these strawberry Poptarts in my cupboard, and I-I hate strawberry poptarts, so I b-burnt them in the fire pit out back!" By now I had tears pouring down my face... "Then I decided I was still hungry so I went to the 7/11 a couple blocks down and bought chocolate fudge ones, and then I was walking back home, and I wasn't paying attention, and, and, now I'm DEAD! My dog is gonna starve, mom is gonna be so upset, and dad is gonna beat that guy to a pulp on the corner because he's gonna snap and- and I'm dead!"

She eyed me cautiously, but gathered me into her arms as I started crying. "My dog is gonna die!" My sobs weren't held back, and I was shaking.

Slowly but surely, I felt things melt away, and I realized... it was all over