Hello, this is my first fanfic and I have a few things to say:

1) Yes, I do have a twin sister.

2) No, our names are not Kate and Kriss

3) No, I do not hate Naruto, but before I did, and I thought it would be funny to write a Naruto fanfic with a character who hates it.

4) I don't, didn't and will never own Naruto.

I absolutely hate Naruto.

My twin sister loves it and doesn't want to talk about anything other than… Naruto.

It's as if it is her life! Always reading Naruto, watching Naruto, searching new Naruto fanfics…

I swear, when she saw the episode in which one of her favourite characters died – I think his name was Itachi, or something like that – she cried about half an hour, interrupting herself from time to time to scream: "They can't make him die! They just can't."

I think that that is the reason why I dislike Naruto so much.

My sister is obsessed about it and has decided a long time ago that it was her duty to make a Naruto-fan of me, if I liked it or not.

Sometimes, I just can't believe that twin sister can be so different. And I don't only mean appearance, but all the rest, too. We're like night and day. I have curly, black hair and burning brown eyes, almost reddish sometimes. She has straight smooth blond hair and soft green eyes. I love darkness, she's afraid of it. She's done karate, I've never done a fighting sport. I'm a good liar, she isn't. She's a good runner, I'm not. I'm always suspicious, she's always sarcastic.

She loved Naruto. I hated it.

Maybe that if she wasn't so crazy about it, I would have liked Naruto. Maybe not.

But I have to say that, at the moment, I hated Naruto with all my heart.

"No, Kriss, I do not think he's cute," I said.

"C'mon, Kate! Look at him! How can you not like him?" my sister said, shoving a drawing of one of her many favourite characters under my nose.

"You do realise he's killing two people, right? He looks like a madman." Actually, the drawing was pretty good, but never of my entire life would I admit that.

Kriss looked offended. "You can't just say that! He's just a little bit insane, but he'll turn out great later! Bedside, he's just lonely."

"Really? And why does he wear make-up?" I asked, pointing at the two black circles around his eyes.

Hah! I'd finally caught her off guard!

"Uh, that, I don't know…"

I opened my mouth, but she changed the subject before I could provocate her.

"But look how gorgeous he is! You know, he is very powerful. He can control sand! That's because he has a demon sealed inside him, Shukaku, and-"

"Kriss, I don't care! I'm not even listening!"

"But really, he's a good guy!" my sister tried to convince me.

I glared at her. "Fine. He isn't that bad. Happy?"

"Oh, I'm very, very happy!" Kriss smiled.

"Good, then am I allowed to leave now?"

I walked to the door, not giving her the chance to answer. But no, she wasn't done with me. "Not yet," she grinned, pulling me back.

Now, there are two things you need to know about me.

One: I absolutely hate it when people grab, push or draw me against my will.

Two: My death glare can be really, really frightening.

I turned towards her, gritting my teeth, and gave her my deadliest glare. As expected, she released me quickly, stepping back.

"Kate, stop that!" Kriss said, slightly uncomfortable. "You know I don't like when you do that!"

"Yes, I know, and that is exactly why I'm doing it."

I knew why she didn't like it. I was scaaary!

Kriss and I often fought, never having the same opinion, never accepting the other one was right. And, because of that, we had swiftly grown immune to each other's threats and death glares.

Except for my famous "killing look" that I only rarely used and absolutely deadly was. That was one of my favourite things about me. No one ever beat me in glaring contests!

I walked through the door at the moment that my sister began her next strategy. The only one that worked with me. (Except maybe pushing me against a wall and covering my mouth.)

"Please! Can I please show you one Naruto episode?" she asked, pleading. I turned. She was giving me her bambi-eyes.

"No."

"You'll really like it!"

"Never."

"If you look it in English, sometimes the voices can be really hilarious!"

"Don't care."

"You can choose the episode."

"Don't want to."

"Please?"

"Not listening."

"If you do, I'll give you chocolate!"

Everything for chocolate!

"OK!"

Kriss went searching her DVD. When she returned, she held two DVD's, one of the normal Naruto, and one of shippuuden. She smiled happily and I began thinking that accepting hadn't been such a good idea after all.

"Witch one do you wanna see?"

"I don't care. You choose." I said, looking around as if searching the chocolate. Of course she wasn't planning on giving it to me before I'd watched the episode.

Where could she have hidden it? In her room, of course! But now I was stuck here. I would go searching in her room later. I mean, she won't be missing one little piece of chocolate… (Yeah, devilish me!)

Kriss interrupted my thoughts.

"I'll show you the episode where Hinata fights Neji!"

"Not that I have any idea who they are…" I grumbled.

She sounded far too happy. As if she thought she had won.

That thought irritated me. She would never win! I would never, ever like Naruto! Even if the drawer was pretty good…

No! Thought not allowed! I would never lose!

The following ten minutes, Kriss told me everything about the Hyuuga family and I was thinking about how I was going to show she had not won. Stealing her chocolate sounded like a good trick, but I was searching for something worse.

Finally, Kriss started the episode.

I did as if I was paying attention, while thinking of every trick I had ever heard, when suddenly, the television screen went black and the lights fell out. "Oh, crap!"

I was not scared of darkness, I even felt at home in it, but Kriss, being my opposite in almost everything, became hysterical. "Turn on the light, turn on the light!"

"Relax." I said. "Most likely it's just some problem with the electricity that will last for only a few minutes." But that didn't calm my sister down. Maybe her hyperactivity was contagious, or maybe I'm just plain crazy, but I started too.

I began screaming, but as I wasn't afraid of the dark, I just screamed about the first thing that popped into my mind.

"Chocolate! Sweet little chocolate, where are you? I'm going to eat you! And I didn't even had to watch a whole episode!"

By the time the lights went on again, we were both dancing through the room, screaming the loudest we could.

"Turn on the light! Turn on the light!"

"Where's the chocolate? Where's the chocolate?"

We sure must have looked like complete idiots.

It was then that I realised we weren't in the living room anymore.

Would it be very cliché if I said: we were in the Naruto world? Yes?

Then I'm sorry, because that was the case.

I hope you liked it. (If there is anyone reading this story)

I'm sorry for the many grammar faults I certainly have made. (I don't speak English very well.) If you find faults, please say it, and I will try to pay more attention at it while writing the next chapter.

Also, this is going to be a romance/family story, but I don't know who Kate and Kriss are going to fall in love with. Of course, I have my ideas, but I would like to hear yours first.