Living a Lie... ( A Naruto Fanfiction)

Prologue

                 **This is just a little reminder that this is all fiction. None of this is real. I hope that this can be a story I can keep writing as well as sharing my love for this show and it's artistic wonders. There will be strong language, violence, and emotional parts. Don't say I didn't warn you...... (Feel free to make suggestions on anything you think would be a good idea in this story!)**

  Have you ever wanted to meet someone who wasn't real? Like you wanted to somehow bring them to life, but to only remind yourself that you're not some sort of magical unikitty that can weild different powers with abilities? Yeah, I've been there. It's, kind of embarrassing.. but I feel that way all the time. That's why I'm telling you this, because I want someone to know. I want someone to know what happened. Be careful what you wish for guys because honestly, this dream turned into a thrilling nightmare that, in the beginning, I never wished had happened...

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  I was sitting on my couch with my sketchbook in hand, watching my favorite show(Naruto). I looked from my lap, where my open sketchbook was propped up my knees, to the screen, trying to learn how to draw action manga. "I hate these! The proportions are so hard to draw!" I threw my sketchbook on the floor in frustration, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, staring at the book. My sketchbook stared right back at me, haunting me, crying out to me. I'm pretty sure there would be tears down the pages if it were a living being. I tightened my wrap on my legs, staring at the sketchbook. I groaned, letting go and leaning, grabbing the book and sitting back. I hugged it to my chest. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to hurt you."

  I looked back to the screen, studied the poses, the proportions and the clothing, facial expressions and all. "Those expressions seem so real." I watched as one of the main characters, Hinata, was watching as Kiba and Shino were sparring at close combat. Hinata's face was covered in worry as she called out in concern to the two teenagers who argued about who won the match; Akamaru barked, spacing his huge white paws out in a defensive stance at Kida's side. Akamaru was Kiba's Ninja Hound, and his best friend. Shino seemed to take no offense to this; he just waved his hand in the air in dismissively, turned and walking away. Kiba's jaw dropped.

  "Wait a minute Shino, you can't just-" Shino payed no attention, he just kept walking back towards Hinata. Kiba dramatically spaced his feet into a fierce stance, raising his fist to his face as it shook in fury. "Hey, don't ignore me; I'm talking to you!" Shino turned his head to look over his shoulder at Kiba, who was looking like he was about to explode, and just shrugged. Kiba let his fist drop back to his side, jaw dropped once more, then turned his head to his companion, sighing. "He's so annoying." Akamaru just stood there and whined. Hinata then appeared at Kiba's side, holding her hands to her face as she spoke, her voice quiet and high.

   "Uh, Kiba, why don't we just stop for the day.. This is the third time today, and I think that's enough.." Kiba just groaned, then lifted his head to look at his comrade, her eyes full of innocent concern. He sighed, turning his body to face her as he crossed his arms and huffed.

  "Yeah, I was getting tired of training anyway."

   I laughed a little, narrowing my eyes as I finished my sketch, one that looked like it was drawn by a 10-year-old. I still was having a hard time drawing amine characters. "Oh my lord, it's hopeless!" I ripped the paper and crumbled in in irritation and threw it on the floor of the living room. "I'm not getting any better! I even tried the stupid steps in the book.." I grabbed the book I had: "Easy tips for Manga Beginners" on the cover and began flipping through it as I spoke. "This. Doesn't. Help!" I tossed it aside, falling back into the couch as I groaned, watching my show. "I'm much better at watching the show. A-nd occasionally thinking about what it would be like to be in their world, Using ninjutsu... genjutsu.. taijutsu.. Being a part of their world of constant war and emotional roller coasters."
I look at the screen more intently as the main character, Naruto, who was talking to Kiba, came on screen. "What it would be like to meet you all.." I looked at my drawing on the floor, then to the screen, sighing. I looked to my left at the wall where a clock ticked. It read 4:12. I threw my head back, throwing my arms at the wall behind me. "Aww, and it's no where near the time dad comes home!" I smacked my knuckles against the hard wall, pain struck like a brick in the face. "Ow ow ow ow!" I pulled back my hands, looking at my knuckles that were now red. "I'm suck a fricken idiot. Why did I even do that?" I huffed, crossing my arms and stared at the screen blankly. Something was, off, about it. The shades of colors were, swirling. "What the hell?" I grabbed the remote and pressed the power button, but nothing happened. I looked at the remote, them back at the TV. "What's going on with this stupid thing?"
  I'll have to get up and do it  myself, I guess.
  I groaned and got up after a few tries, walked over to the TV, pressing the button. It turned off, the screen going black. I waited a couple seconds before pressing the button again, but nothing happened. "What-now it won't turn on! What the hell is wrong with it?!" Suddenly the screen turned to mush, swirling into a mix of the white wall and the brown, tan, and light blue of the painting behind the TV, sucking air into the hole in the center. I gasped, falling to the ground and scooted backwards to the couch. I blindly reached onto the cushion and felt around for the my phone. The suction grew stronger and started to pull something out of the center, a cloak. There were colors of black and red on it. I recognized the cloak in an instant, trembling in fear.

  T-t-the Akatsuki!? How?! T-this isn't happening

  The cloak seeped out, then followed by a body, then black hair, then-

  Wait!

  Those eyes. . . t-those red eyes. . . I gasped, my throat choking up. "Oh my god-" I scooted further away, to my left then backwards into the mudroom. I bumped into cold metal, realizing it was the door. I got up, grabbing the doorknob and unlocked the deadbolt. I twisted the knob slightly just before someone wrapped an arm around my stomach and jerked me backwards. I screamed, my grip loosening on the doorknob. I slipped, and was being dragged towards my TV. "No-" My yell was cut off by a hand clasping over my mouth. I struggled, helpless.
  What the hell is going on? Why are they here? Why me?
  I fought, kicked, tried to scream, but it was useless. The person let go, and I fell to the ground. I turned my head to see a man looming over me. I gasped, realizing who it was: "I-Itachi!" He glared at me, his expression cold and unreadable. I trembled, terrified to dead. The whistling of winds came back, and the swirling appeared back on my TV. He moved, grabbing the collar of my shirt and picked me up. I was standing, fighting to get free. Itachi turned and pulled me, standing me in front of the swirling vortex. "What are you doing?!" I cried, staring at him. He said nothing. The only reply I received was the hate in his eyes. My heart stopped, knowing what was coming next. Itachi lifted his head to glare down at me one more time, then shoved me into my fucked up TV.