Reborn! Into the Narutoverse!

Chapter 3: School Start!

Disclaimer!

Heather: “The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah…”

*Stops walking to look around because she smells something amazing*

Heather:  “That smell… IT’S RAMEN!!!” *Runs (faster than a speeding kunai thrown by an Anbu) towards a ramen stand* “OH MY GOSH IT’S ICHIRAKU’S!!! I’LL TAKE ONE BOWL OF MISO RAMEN PLEASE!!”

Teuchi: *looks at Heather while smiling* “why hello there, one miso ramen coming right up!”

Heather: *Bounces up and down on her seat* “YAY! RAMEN!!” *Continues to bounce until the ramen is served*

Teuchi: *Gives Heather the ramen* “Order up! Enjoy!”

Heather: “YES! RAMEN! I LOVE YOU!” *looks down at the ramen and sees the noodles arranged into words* “Wow! Ramen writing! Hmmmm, it says ‘Heather doesn’t own the Narutoverse or anything in it, including Naruto-ramen-eating-machine and Ichiraku’s ramen stand; if she did own Ichiraku’s, she would have had it built in her home town so she could eat Teuchi’s amazing cooking all the time and she also doesn’t own herself because she is a person and not an object.’ “Cool, I wonder how he did that. NOW TO DEVOUR THE AMAZINGNESS THAT IS THIS RAMEN!!!

*starts slurping the ramen up and finishes as fast at Kakashi-san*

Heather: “IT WAS AMAZING!! BELIEVE IT!”

Naruto: “Hey that’s my line!”

End Disclaimer!

Chapter 3: School Start!

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of ‘mom’ calling my name. It was slightly muffled through the door.

“Midoka! Time to get up! The entrance ceremony will be taking place this afternoon. Please get up soon!”

Why doesn’t she just get me an alarm clock…it would be much better; too bad the Narutoverse doesn’t have radio.

 I get up and stretch. I put on my chosen attire; consisting of black sweatpants, a white long sleeved, but thin shirt with a pink sleeveless and pocket less hoodie over top. I brushed out my hair and put it in a low braid and left my hood down.

I’m glad my hair grew out nice and long like it was on Earth. I wonder if it can go farther than before…

My thoughts were interrupted by my ‘mom’ calling.

“Midoka, you need to eat breakfast before we go! Please come to the kitchen.”

I opened my door and walked downstairs and into the kitchen. ‘Mom’ was washing her plate in the sink.

“Oh, good you’re here. There’s some toast on a plate at your seat. Eat quickly dear.”

With a neutral expression, I sat down and munched on my breakfast, occasionally taking sips of the orange juice that she placed in front of me.

I still can’t think of her as my real mom…just as a caretaker…am I still too attached to the people I knew on Earth? I thought that I had accepted that I would never see them again, that I had moved on. I guess that’s not the case. I wonder if I ought to be more detached in this world, after all there are some characters that will die. Who knows what that will do to me emotionally? It could prevent me from functioning properly in a crucial situation…

I deadpan.

Functioning properly? Am I a robot or something? Sheesh Heather, give your head a shake!