DISCLAIMER: Hell, if I owned Naruto, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction!!!

"Damn it," you curse as the sun's first light creeps through the open blinds of your window, and you try to bury yourself further into your blanket, and though that prevents the harsh light from hitting your closed eyelids, your alarm clock then goes off, screeching in a shrill, obnoxious tone: beep! beep! beep!

"Get out of bed!" your mother calls a few seconds later, adding on to your irritation, and you pummel your fists against your pillows, wanting to yell at the world to stop for just one moment to allow you to at least breathe.

"I'm up," you mutter, sighing as you reach out an arm to the nightstand next to your bed, your hand blindly hitting the alarm clock to stop its screeching. You stretch and let out a yawn before wiping away the yawn-induced tears, and in your sleepy stupor, you accidentally knock down the stack of manga volumes that lie next to your alarm clock. Picking one up, you stare at it, studying the blond ninja gracing the covers, and you absent-mindedly flip through the pages, not totally focusing on any one particular page. You smile for no particular reason, but Naruto has always had that effect on you.

An image catches your eye, and you stare longingly at the dark-haired, brooding boy glaring hatefully at Haruno Sakura, his pink-haired teammate, though his expression doesn't bother you much. It isn't a rare thing to see Uchiha Sasuke annoyed. You sigh, wondering how in the world Masashi Kishimoto ever came up with such a good-looking character. You chuckle at your thoughts, thinking how crazy you are to find a fictional person so adorable�even with that moody attitude of his. Doesn't stop you from daydreaming about him, now does it? your mind teases you, and you silently tell your Inner Self to shut the hell up as you blush.

"Yup, I'm definitely going insane," you tell yourself outloud, shaking your head, "but I'd rather be in Konoha than go to school any day." You turn to the next page and blink.

It is blank.

What had been there previously is now gone, and you turn to the next page in a panic only to see the same result. You silently develop a plan to torture your little brother later for sneaking into your room and messing with your collection, but you pause, breathing heavily as you take a closer inspection. You realize, with a sinking feeling, that the pages are erased too perfectly for it to be the work of a such a small brat.

You blink again when the volume seems to pulse in your hand. The binding looks as if it is breathing on its own accord, and you feel a giddy laugh rising in your throat. There is no way anything like this could be happening. You must still be dreaming-

"What the hell is going on here?!" you yelp in surprise when a rip slices across the pages and a see-through hand emerges from the tome, fiercely gripping your pajama top. You raise your own hand and smack at the almost invisible limb furiously, screaming at the top of your lungs, and even in your terrified state, you find it odd how it seems no one can hear your cries�

"Holy-"

Your words are cut off when the rip grows impressively larger, and you suddenly understand that the hand is pulling you, tugging you into the rip from which it came, into the very manga itself! You are blinded by a strange light, and you raise your arms in front of your face, preparing yourself for an inevitable crash as you feel the gentle tugs of gravity.

THUMP.

"That fucking hurts!" you cry out more from shock than from actual pain, wondering why the ground feels softer than you expected�

And you realize that you've landed on someone.

With pink hair.

'Oh shit!' Inner-Self squeals. You get up, your eyes growing wide as you look at the girl lying prone on the floor, clearly knocked out from the impact of your backside hitting her large forehead. You look around and see eight amazed faces staring you down: Naruto, Moegi, Udon, Konohamaru, Temari, Kankuro, Gaara, and�Sasuke. You gulp, realizing that you've fallen right into the beginning of the Chuunin Exam arc.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Naruto is the first to charge at you, ready to shove his fist in your face, and you instinctively cower, bringing your arms up to cover your head, not knowing how else to react. You're not a ninja after all!

"NO!" you cry out fearfully, when Sasuke is suddenly in front of you, blocking you from Naruto.

"Calm down, baka," he spits out, gesturing to the fallen Sakura. "Check to make sure she's okay first."

"Sakura-chan!" Naruto's demeanor changes immediately as he kneels beside her, checking her pulse. He barks an order to the Konohamaru Corps to get help, but you have no time to observe the scene as Sasuke swiftly turns to you, his dark eyes narrowed. Behind him, you fleetingly catch a glance of the Team from Sand walking away, Kankuro muttering what looks like, "Konoha Idiots."

"Who are you?" Sasuke demands coldly, drawing your attention back to him. You gulp outwardly, amazed at how�well, at how dazzling Sasuke really is in real life.

�In REAL LIFE?!

Your eyes widen the longer you look at him, and he grows flustered under your scrutiny, but you are unable to tear your gaze away at the sight of him. He isn't an anime character after all, but a living, breathing, gorgeous human being!

'This is like cosplay, but�with people who actually LOOK like the characters!' your Inner Self giggles uncontrollably. 'HELL YEAH! REAL LIFE SASUKE!'

"I'm�I'm�" You struggle with words as you finally draw your eyes to stare at Naruto, who is busy at the moment trying to shake Sakura awake.

"Well?!" Sasuke grows irritated with your lack of response, and you dumbly shake your head.

"I must be dreaming," you answer before realizing that, somehow, you are speaking Japanese, though when you process the words in your head, it all sounds like English! Sasuke appears puzzled, and you absently kick aside a pebble next to your foot�

�Your sandal-clad foot.

You hadn't been wearing anything on your feet when you had fallen.

It is only then that you notice your attire, and your mouth falls open when you notice the kunai and shuriken holsters at your left and right thighs (you are ambidextrous after all). Your eyes catch the green attire you are clad in, and at the sight of orange leg warmers hugging your calves, you recognize, with a sinking feeling, that you're wearing the hideous body suit made famous by none other than Gai-sensei, and his protégé, Rock Lee. If that isn't enough of a shock, you gaze in wonder at the headband protector wrapped around your suddenly thin waist, and you briefly thank the manga deities for blessing you with a firm stomach. You shudder momentarily as you recall the bit of pudge you would normally have hugging your waistband, and you smile as you brush the soft fabric of the headband protector.

"This would sell for a lot on eBay," you comment, "but why in the world am I dressed up like Lee?!" Sasuke narrows his eyes further into tiny slits.

"HEY!" he snarls angrily, snapping you out of your daze. "Who the hell are you, and where do you come from, and why the hell are you wearing a headband protector of our village?!"

"You're not twelve." You stare at him, completely catching him off-guard with your statement.

"What?!"

"Well, aren't you supposed to be young or something?" you babble stupidly, looking back and forth between Naruto and Sasuke and the unconscious Sakura. "That's the impression I got from reading the books though when I watch the anime, you sometimes do act much older than twelve, most of the time that is-"

"What in the WORLD are you talking about?!" Naruto yells, shaking an angry fist in your direction.

"Naruto, calm down, I'm not an enemy or anything!" you yell back, growing angry at the harshness in which they are greeting you. "You're supposed to be like twelve or whatever, not fifteen-"

"Seventeen," Sasuke corrects, watching you as if he's ready to slice your throat at any given moment.

"Who cares about OUR ages!" Naruto is freaking out, and you blush as you look at him, noting, with this sudden revelation in age, how he looks almost exactly like Yondaime; in other words: HOT. "HOW DO YOU KNOW OUR NAMES?!"

"I've read about you!" As soon as the words leave your mouth, you wish you could take them back as the two are now staring at you as if you are some crazed stalker. "Don't misunderstand!" you stammer quickly. "I was reading my books on you and I just somehow fell through! I know who are you because I'm from the future!"

'Puwahahaha, good one!' Inner Self hisses snidely. 'Yeah, like they're really going to believe that sh-'

"REALLY?!" Naruto yelps, his demeanor changing drastically. "So do I really end up being the 5^th Hokage? Hey, hey, am I going to marry Sakura-chan?!"

"Erm�I-I�"

"You're lying," Sasuke flatly cuts in, and you shake your head at him. It isn't exactly a lie afterall. You do know what happens, at least up until Chapter 184...

"What's going on here?"

You gasp.

That bored, nonchalant tone can only belong to one person, and you slowly turn your head, and Inner Self is doing a victory lap around your mind as you try to get a hold of your senses.

"Kakashi-sensei!"

Chapter Two: The Consequences of Knowing the Future
Destination: Konohagakure Main
Naruto Main