The Dovah Shinobi (A Naruto World Story)

Chapter Two- Culture Shock

“Wake up…” A distant voice sliced through Yaminah’s mind, her cat ears pressing flat against her head.

“Ah! They’re real!” Another voice, this one a few octaves higher screeched, followed by a thump. Slowly Yaminah’s eyes opened, facing a clear blue sky, but many trees leaned into her field of vision. Did that shout throw me all the way to Whiterun? She wondered, turning her head slowly to face a young boy on the ground and an older man leaning over him.

They were both wearing strange clothing that Yaminah didn’t recognize, although she had always worn her daedric armor so she wasn’t quite up to date on fashion trends. Still, she wondered about their black cloaks that had hoods covering their hair, casting shadows onto their faces. Strange sandals of a bright blue adorned their feet and each had some sort of pouch on their thigh and hip. “What hold am I in?” She questioned in her natural raspy tone. Yaminah had to admit, she was glad she picked up the accent of the Kajiit from her father.

“Hold?” The elder questioned, barely throwing a glance over his shoulder.

Doesn’t he know to never turn his back on a potential enemy? Her jaw dropped as she shakily rose to her feet, facing the man who stood as well. “What sort of elf are you?” She questioned, taking a step back. She had never seen features like this man. His face resembled a Nord, yet he held the slightly slanted almond shaped eyes of the elves.

“Elf?” Was the only word that left him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not some Nord under Ulfric who will hunt you down. I’m half Bosmer myself.” Gently smiling Yaminah felt one of her ears twitch lightly.

A light chuckle escaped the man. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I assume it has something to do with your fall.”

“Fall?” Yaminah’s ears perked at the word. Where would she have fallen from? It wasn’t as if she had been hit by a giant club, she would only make that mistake once.

“You don’t know?” His eyes widened, revealing a sharp green among the shadows of his hood. “Kohaku and I were on our way to Konohagakure when we saw you fall from above. Just be glad it was us who found you and not some rogue ninja.”

With furrowed brows Yaminah pondered his words. “R…ouge nin…ja. L-Like the Dark Brotherhood? Or more like the Thieves Guild?”

Laughter assaulted Yaminah’s ears as the man before doubled over, clutching his stomach. “You seriously don’t know what shinobi are? How far did you fall?”

“I don’t even know where I am.” She admitted, feeling her fangs extend slightly as her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me for not understanding the culture of this land.”

There was a slight pause in which the man forced himself to hold back laughter before he stood straight again, smiling and closing his pale green eyes. “My name is Takeda, in case you were wondering.”

Yaminah smirked, crossing her arms. “Yaminah.”

“Yaminah? Where in Kami’s name did you end up with a name like that?” He inquired, eyes wide.

With a huff Yaminah turned so the man was on her side, glaring daggers to the tree in front of her. Her mind worked quickly, considering the man near her. She had never seen anyone like him before, but then again she had only ever really been in Skyrim. The girl was currently lost in this foreign land and this man may at least be able to take her back to the border.

Huh, foreign land. Never did Yaminah think she would be faced with this problem, but there was no denying it.

“W-Will you take me with you?” She exclaimed quickly, ears laying back against her head as she spun to meet his startled gaze.