IMPORTANT A/N: To let you know (if you didn't know before), Naruto in Wonderland is not my story. The characters are not mine (duh) and so is the plot line. The plot was made by mu149 who unfortunately passed before her time. I really hate when stories are left undone, seriously. It's one thing for an author to lose inspiration or interest and stop writing. It's another when something unfortunate happens and they don't even have the choice. So with permission, I asked mu149's brother if I could have his blessing in continuing NIW. And lo and behold, here it is.

Please do not ask the details about mu149, they are not mine to tell.

Also, I do have my own version of Naruto/Alice in Wonerland fic as well (not uploaded yet and debating whether I should or should not); mu149's own story inspired it out of me so I'm trying to balance my own version and her version. Of course I feel like mu149's version should come first.

DISCLAIMER: characters – Kishimoto, in honor of mu149

The sun shone but I yet I didn't want to work up the energy to get up. Not because I'm lazy but because I would have to go through another bad day. Although a bad day would be better than a horrendous day. Forget it; a bad day is a bad day, regardless.

"Naruto!" an irritating voice screeched.

Oh no, it's coming.

Nearby, my iPod is on the bedside table. I snatch it quickly and turn it on. I shuffle it to Illusion by Creed. It's a dark song and it does depress me a little but it speaks my life.

Should I stay or go

Should I sleep or stay awake

Am I really happy or is it all

Just an illusion?

Yes, it makes me a little depressed but it really is how I feel.

I turn up the music, loud enough to block noise but not too loud where you can hear it blasting from the earphones. I like music but I don't want it to be the reason why I became deaf.

"Naruto!" the voice repeats, only louder.

Darn, guess I can't play dead for long.

I sit myself up and stretch my arms, and rub the kink in my neck a little.

The earphones are still in but yet I hear the echo of my name yet again, "Naruto!"

I'm up, what more does she want?

I ignore her anyway. I'm up and that's what matters, despite the fact that she doesn't know it yet.

Nearby there is my dresser and I scan it for a sweater to wear over my school's uniform. In the forecast I heard it was going to be quite chilly. I dig through it to find my favorite orange jacket. Orange is my favorite color. It really gets attention from people.

But contradictory to that, I would actually prefer it if people didn't notice me. If they didn't notice me then they would stop picking on me.

Too bad I can't erase people's memories.

Too bad I can't stop people from talking.

It's too bad I can't stand in because of my notorious past.

A past that practically almost everyone knows about.

The guitar solo is playing now – my favorite part – but yet her voice breaks the barrier. "Naruto!"

I guess I'll have to satisfy her with a response. Otherwise she'll keep calling my name and give me a lecture. "I'm up!" I yell back.

I hurriedly dress in the uniform and zip up the jacket and go down the hallway.

Naruko, there she is. She's tapping her foot impatiently and giving me a disappointed look.

It used to make me feel bad but after years of it, I've become immune.

Ha.

As we get in the car, I put the song on loop. I am feeling a little down today. I don't like being sad but I'm obligated to have a bad attitude sometimes. Truthfully, I like to look on the positive side. You learn to appreciate all the little good things through all the bullshit.

But not today.

I don't want to get a lecture on top of the lecture Naruko is giving me for not listening to her. So I turn down the volume on my iPod enough to hear her complain and say things like 'I'm sorry' or 'I'll try not to do it again'. She doesn't have a clue that I'm listening to music, seeing as the earphones are hiding behind my hair.

I had to grow my hair out a bit. I don't really like it but I have to. I have a job and I'm posing as Naruko that way I can work. And to be Naruko, I had to grow my hair out a little.

After all, who in our city would want to hire Uzumaki Naruto, the demon?

No one.

But everyone loves, knows, and pities Naruko.

They pity her because I'm her little brother.

The little demon brat.

They'll hire Naruko instead.

We actually have a sort of schedule worked out. We work in separate places.

Naruko works while I'm in school and I work while Naruko is in school.

I thought it was a trouble at first but she said that she prefers going to school at night. She said she was a night person anyway. I just hope she wasn't saying it to make me feel better. It's one thing to have people pity you. It's another to have your own sibling do it too.

She's still going on with her lecture and I've ignored her for most of the time. But a little snippet of it gets my attention. "What would Dad think?"

I wouldn't know how he would think. I only knew him and mom for the first five years of my life and then it happened.

I don't like talking about it.

I look at Naruko right when she stops at where she drops me off and say, "Well Daddy isn't here anymore." She gives me a glare but I get out before she takes the chance to lecture me again about disrespecting her or something.

Yes, I still call him Daddy. Don't make fun of me. I didn't grow up old enough to actually start calling him dad. I was still on Daddy when he died and Daddy he shall remain.

I jog to the bus station two blocks down. Lucky for me, I arrive right when the door to the bus opens. I rush in and go straight to the back, ignoring all the eyes on me. I've been on this bus a thousand times and yet they are still stuck on the routine on watching me walk to my seat.

I take out my earphones and stick it into my backpack. I find the homework I didn't do over the weekend. I pull out a pencil and try to finish it. It was a good thing that I did the first half of my math homework.

It was unlucky when I realized that I did the first half because I had the book. The book that I had left in my locker over the weekend.

Damn it.

I try looking at the other problems to help me solve the next problem but it was no use. I needed the book.

Sometimes I hate that I can only learn through a book and need the help of it constantly instead of just looking at something and instantly knowing it.

I stuff it away back into my bag. I pull out my phone and look at the time. I'll be at school earlier than usual. I guess I'll have enough time to grab my book and finish the rest of my homework in the library.

We go through the usual route, no one waiting at the bus stops.

The bus goes through the neighborhood and I name off the inhabitants in order of the houses.

Shikamaru… Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro… Ino… Hinata and Neji…

Then there was an unfamiliar house. I could see it hidden a little behind Old Man Sarutobi's house. Had it always been there? If it was, how come I haven't seen it before?

Something caught the corner of my eye. I crane my neck to catch it.

I must have been imagining it. Next to the house, there was a white rabbit in a waist coat, holding a pocket watch, pointing at it, and looking at me.

I shake my head and take my face away from the window.

I must have been imagining it.

I glance at the window again and I see the flashing lights of Ichiraku Ramen. I tug on the chord that signals the driver to stop. The voice informs the man and he stops gently.

However, when I exit the bus the doors don't close so gently.

After all the years, it doesn't bug me that much anymore.

Why do they blame me? It's not like I wanted Daddy to die. I didn't tell him to do what he did. I remember screaming for him and Mom to stay. I'm not the cause of his death…

I take my little shortcut to school and successfully find myself standing before it.

There's a crash behind me and I look back. I see a blue of white but ignore it. It was probably a cat.

I walk through the crowd of kids that had already shown up. Once again, almost all eyes are set on me but I ignore them.

People try to trip me or bump into me but I actually dodge it all.

They all want some sort of humiliation from me but I won't act on it.

I've heard that the worst thing you could do to someone is not give them a reaction. If you give them a reaction – good or bad – they'll take it. But not me, I won't give them the satisfaction.

They want me to mess up.

My eyes scan around the hallway and I find who I'm looking for.

There, with the shaggy brown hair and tattooed triangles on his face.

Probably the very small minority that is actually decent to me. And when I say small minority, I mean incredibly small.

I walk over and give him a smile. "Kiba!"

He looks at me and gives a toothy smile. The girl he was chatting with sticks her nose up and walks away.

She comments loudly, "Why are they still letting the murderer in here?"

I ignore it, but I can't help but think in my head that they're letting trash like her come into school. Her skirt is tailored too short and the buttons reveal more than they should.

Slut.

My eyes are on Kiba and I ask, "Did you finish the sheet in trig?"

He rolls his eyes but smiles. "Idiot! You didn't do it?"

"I forgot…"

"Of course." He drawls out, making me laugh a little. He puts a hand on top of my head and pats it.

A voice calls, "Hey! Don't pet wild animals Kiba!"

His hand falls away. I didn't take it personally but it still hurt. Kiba could look past the bad reputation that people seemed to build for me. He wanted to be nice to the outsider but at the same time be in the crowd without being rejected.

"Ignore him." He says.

I grin again and wave my hand. "I know. But I'll talk to you later; I'll go finish up my homework."

We part ways, waving at each other. I go straight to my locker, avoiding kids that try to trick me. Nothing new but it was extremely tiring. I wish they would stop. I rush to my locker and grab my book. I head straight toward the library.

Kakashi-sensei is there. He gives me a friendly wave and I return it.

I was scared of him at first. I mean, he wears a fucking mask and eye patch. I thought he was a killer. Or worse, I thought he was like the Kuchisake-onna. Only a guy.

My fear was obvious to him but he let me know that he wasn't a killer. Or a creeper.

He was a normal guy; he just wore a mask and an eye patch all the time. Okay, so he's kind of weird. I wonder if he has some sort of secret that he's hiding…

I walk towards the back where the classic horror section is. A few people tend to check some stuff out there but not often. It's where I like to study.

One of my favorites is Edgar Allen Poe and one of my favorite works of his is The Tell-Tale Heart.

But anyway, I open my text book and immediately finish the rest of my homework. It's so much easier with the right equations now.

I go through a few more problems with ease. Right when I'm on the last one, Kakashi's voice breaks my concentration. I hear him say, "Okay Uchiha, go ahead and look around."

Uchiha… a name I don't recognize that well. Was there a new student?

Quickly I finish the last problem and close up my textbook and stuff my work away. I stand up silently and listen closely. The footsteps are coming to the back. I hide and wait to see who appears. He's scanning the aisles, looking on each side probably searching for a specific book.

I really take a look at this guy from in between the cracks of the books. I dare say… he's really gorgeous.

His hair is strange but it's stylish. His bangs frame his face and his hair comes up in the back. I can't imagine any other guy pulling that off. His skin is pale and the fact that his hair is so dark, it contrasts so well. His hair looks soft and it has a blue-black tint to it. I wanted to see what color his eyes were too.

He's still looking around. He's on the other side of the aisle I'm in. It's almost inaudible but I hear him say, "Poe… Poe… Where is Poe?"

Oh… he was looking for Edgar Allen Poe.

Without even thinking I announce quietly, "Poe is over here."

I see his head look from side to side, trying to find from where he heard me. He stalked slowly to the side I was in and he looked straight at me. Then his eyes looked at the books behind me. In just two strides he reaches where I was standing. He extends his hand and finds the book he was looking for.

I hear him mutter a thank you.

I nod my head and edge around him, as if I were afraid that he was going to hurt me.

Quickly I find my way out of the library and exactly on time, the warning bell rings. I smile a little to myself; I'm relieved that I finished my homework.

I walk to my first class and then I remember to that guy in the library.

Uchiha… His eyes are dark. Like the color onyx and I felt like they were looking straight into me. I felt almost naked in front of the guy. Kind of like he was staring into my soul or something.

It gave me the chills.

Good chills.

A/N: Here is my attempt at continuing NIW in my own words. Hope you enjoyed.