Synopsis: "Who... Who Are you!?" Naruto shouted in dismay.
"I... Am Himitsu Sagara! The Shadow of a ninja!" I shouted back.
A girl who has prayed every night to go to a fictional world. A girl who always has perservered because of her conviction. A girl so innocent, but broken by cruelty. A girl who ignores pain and reaches for happiness, and uses it well. A girl so brave, so full of resolve. A girl with a trapped heart. A girl the power to fight through anything. A girl with one wish: "I want to go to the world of Naruto!!"
This girl's name is Himitsu Sagara. And she'll start the revolution of the Shadows.
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"Sagara! Orders are absolute! Don't you understand!?" He shouted at my expressionless face. I curtly nodded as always. But it meant nothing. I would do as I pleased. Never would he break me. Never.
I jolted awake from another flashback. I shivered helplessly. I was thirsty. I thought of asking Sentinto-san to give me water, but she was most likely busy. I didn't like seeing Sentinto-san all that much, anyway. She looked at me weirdly all the time. Just cause of my white sweater. Just cause of the white room I'm in. Just cause I can't get out. Just cause of my blank stare. It's not my fault. But I'd never get to tell her that. She wouldn't ever listen. I scooted toward the cushioned corner. I looked up at the identical ceiling, and let the tears fall. I can never remember why I cry so hard when I look at the ceiling, but I figured it was pretty important.
"AHHHHH!" I writhed in unknown agony. My voice was ragged, like always. I try to remember not to shout so I can maybe sing myself a tune every once and a while, but I usually forget and by the time I realize it, I'm already screaming again. Of course, if I had someone to talk to like the other patients, then I might not scream. But they weren't really at fault for that. I kind of did that to myself. You see, when I was first admitted, they wanted me to talk to a counselor. But I almost killed that person, so I'm not allowed one anymore. I payed attention to my stopped breath, and continued inhaling and exhaling again.
"Saga?" I heard the uncaring voice of Sentinto-san. I lifted my head to look at her through the plastic window. "Yeah, it's time for your entertainment... Need anything else?" She asked in a bored tone.
"Mizu..." I whispered. She nodded at my Japanese. She knew from past experiences that Mizu meant 'Water'. I learned English long ago, along with Spanish to go along with my native tongue, Japanese. But that was the expected 'there'. You had to follow expectations. Or else.
I twirled around on the floor, pulling on my restraints around my ankles. At first, the restraints really bothered me. Now, I'm used to them.
"Here." Sentinto-san came back, and threw the water bottle into the slot on the door. I crawled toward it and scooped it up, gulping down the calming drops.
"I'll turn on that Narudo show... or something like that." Sentinto-san walked away. I frowned at her mispronouncing Naruto. I never liked the way she did that.
I sensed the television spurt to life, and I sat with my legs parallel to each other, the chains barely had any give to let me sit that way. But I didn't mind, I was used to it.
I was at the filler episode arc called 'Power'. I wanted to watch until I caught up, but they said if I did so, then they wouldn't be able to calm me down later.
Screw calm.
Naruto gave me the Feels.
You see, the Feels are the butterfly-in-your-stomach feeling you get when you watch anime. I made it up myself.
Alice used to really like the word too. But Alice doesn't like it now. I expect you can't like anything if you're dead. But maybe I'm wrong. Who knows?
The TV showed Naruto and Sakura, and I stuck my tongue out, and sloppily licked my lips. I was happy of course, to see Naruto. I didn't care for Sakura too much, but I didn't necessarily hate her.
The program was soon over, to my disappointment. Whenever Naruto finished, I knew it had to be dinnertime. I awaited the food they'd give me, and sure enough, Sentinto-san came with a bowl of Miso soup, my second favorite food. I love Miso Ramen the most, like Naruto. But giving me that riles me up.
And no one wants that.
So Miso soup it was. Sentinto-san gave me the bowl, chopsticks, and spoon through the gap in the door, and I set to work on the delicious meal. I slurped pretty loudly, I noticed. I didn't usually register sound too well, so they put subtitles on the Naruto episodes. Because if I don't understand my episodes...
Forget that thought.
After dinner was over, I resolved to think about the past. It was the only entertaining thing these days, other than Naruto.
Of course, sometimes thinking about the past hurt.
"Now, all you pieces of trash are here to serve the master, got it? Step out of line, and you pay the price." The Commander screamed at us new recruits. To them, we are trash. Trash that could easily be replaced. But I didn't care. I was born to be defiant. Taking my disobedience would be the same as taking my soul.
I stepped out of the clean line, barely making a noise, but The Commander heard.
"What the hell are you doing, Maggot?!" He screamed.
"Well, it seems I've stepped out of line... Sir." I said in a very condescending tone.
He slapped me hard across the face.
"You brat! Don't you get smart with me! If ya do, you'll be the first to go!"
I glared up at him.
I didn't care.
"Watashi wa genjitsu o kirai!" I hate reality! I yelled. He was taken aback by my native tongue. He obviously didn't know what it meant, so that was good.
"Mata, watashi wa anata o nikumu, subete no saiakuna hito wa kochira!" I also hate you, and every stupid person here! It felt good to yell like that, but The Commander quickly realized he was getting insulted, and slapped me once more.
"Quit your yapping!" He pulled his hand back for a dreadfully forceful punch and-
"DAGGHHH!!" I snapped out of the painfully real flashback. I remembered that day quite well. Of course, as much as I wanted to burn it out of my memory, I refused.
Since that was the day I met Alice.
But then again it was also the day I first started to curl in my blankets at night and pray to go to the Naruto world. It was a petty dream that never came to be.
So, as if to copy the past, I laid on my side, and clasped together my hands, and for the last time -I vowed- I wished to go to the Naruto world.
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"FIWOOSH!!"
I blinked open my eyes. I looked around.
What the fudge knuckles?
I sat up, the cold hard, rock grass below me. I stared at myself. I still seemed to have my silky brown hair. But my clothes had changed dramatically.
I wore a black sleeveless top with a zipper down the middle. It had with dragon designs on it, and it fit tight to me. I also wore a red and black skirt with a hoop belt made of metal. Sitting on a latch on my waist was a samurai sword. The sheath said, Shin'nen.
Meaning, conviction.
My brown hair was tied up with those chopstick like hair mabobbers in a style that had my hair half up and half down.
I looked completely different.
I kinda looked like a ninja.
Then it came to me.
Is this the Naruto world?!
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Author's note: Yep, I know what you're all thinking. Really, BallisticSasukeHero, you wrote ANOTHER Naruto fanfic?
I'm sorry.
But I HAD to. The idea came to me, and I wanted to write it. I sure hope you all like it. The picture is her sword.
I WILL KINDA FOLLOW THE STORYLINE
I DON'T OWN NARUTO
OR GAARA, SADLY...
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