Hello, I'm Lord StarKnight, writer, Gamer and big reader. :-)

Naruto isn't mine of course, it's Kishimoto's creation.

I'm sorry but the Naruto part will begin only in chapter 2, the first chapter will introduce the OCs and the plot of the story. Because the project is to make a story with a real plot about the travel to the Narutoverse. The OC doesn't just come to Narutoverse with a magic trick, there's a real story behind it.

I hope my writing style and the OCs will make you read everything. I... We hope that you'll like it. ;-)

P.S: I'm French, English isn't my first language. So, give a big THANK YOU to LyraBelle-chan for correcting my translations.

Have fun reading! ^^

Chapter 1

Atop a hill in the middle of a beautiful green forest, a particularly happy and smiling teacher stood in the morning sun, further proving that he had absolutely no idea of how ridiculous his amateur explorer's clothes really were. He turned to his students who were laboriously climbing through the trail to join him. He exclaimed cheerfully:

"Come on kids! It is such a beautiful day and the wind smells like nature. Buck up! "

His students replied with some laments. One of them panted.

"It's easy for you to say Professor Scott."

Some girl complained.

"If I had known I would have taken more appropriate footwear. My feet are already aching."

Another one retorted.

"How old are you? Seventeen or seventy?"

"It should be prohibited to force young people to camp in the middle of nowhere." Cried a pupil.

A blond one yelled.

"You think you're the only one who doesn't have any desire to come here? I will miss a great concert because of this."

"And me a good Re-run of Doctor Who." Added the smallest one in the class.

A girl with jingling wooden pearls in her hairs exclaimed.

"Hey! We are here for several days so don't begin to complain now."

"Shut up Redhead! We were not talking to you!", replied the irritated blond.

Professor Scott, feeling that the situation was escalating again, tried to inject a new exhilaration.

"Come On! Look around you. This forest is beautiful. Didn't I told you that there is nothing like Practical experience to study biology."

That little intervention by the teacher had, kind of, the desired effect. All of his students started to calm down, albeit each for they own reasons. Those who were happy to be here, including the red-haired girl, agreed gently with him. The others remembered who had pushed them into this backwater place. But, having no desire to make an enemy of their teacher, especially near the end of the year, they just grumbled inwardly or, in the worst case, in a low voice.

Relieved to have been able to avoided a gang war, Professor Scott was about to resume work after launching another of his annoying repeat, or motivating, depend on those who heard it, when he was suddenly interrupted by the girl with braided hair.

"Please wait professor!"

He stopped before turning to the redhead.

"A problem, miss Ashford?"

She nodded, pointing behind her with her thumb.

"We have a latecomer."

The whole class turned around to find Ryan there and it hasn't surprised them at all.

One of the student who usually drew the least attention to him, despite his curious pendants and dress code, was just beginning to catch up with the group ahead. He was visibly more focused on his Playstation Vita than hiking itself.

"Why is this not surprise me?" Asked a brunette.

The little one remarked.

"Always lagging behind. In classroom AND in everyday life apparently."

"And did you see his clothes. This is so nerdy." Expressed some fashion critics . But the student in question had put the volume in his headphones too loud to hear the contemptuous criticisms around adressed to him .

The Professor, exasperated by what he saw, screamed so loud that the birds around actually fled in panic.

"MISTER STEVEN RYAN! REPORT IMMEDIATELY!"

This shout, on the contrary, Steven actually heard it, and it wasn't an easy feat to overcome the Metallica's song he had in his ears. The other students began to worry and some even panic slightly .

A student shaked.

"Alert ! Sergeant Scott is back."

The brunette moaned.

"Of all the biology's teachers in London, we had to end up with the one that has a military background."

His neighbor finished.

"And out of all the nerds in England, we had to get stuck with the one that can piss the Professor off in record time...".

The student with pendants saved his game before storing his portable console and headphones in the pockets of his jeans. He eventually joined his teacher without a frightened face, compared to the others. It's just because his worry was balanced by his frustration at having to stop his game at an interesting moment. Walking towards his torturer, Steven Ryan thought: "What does he want this time?".

He felt like an accused about to appear before a judge to convinced of his innocent. That was in any case how he considered it. He walked with edgy looks from his classmates shooting at him, in a clear message that they would make him regret it if they encoutered any problems because of him.

"Don't be silly." Whispered a student.

"Or believe me you will regret it." Threatened another blond.

The omen was a perfectly clear assertion now. The public in the court did not seem eager to support him, and anyway, they would only did it only for personal interest. But Steven didn't care at all. He calmly placed himself in front of his teacher whose face contorted by anger.

"Mr. Ryan..." Grumbled the teacher .

"Can I know what you were doing with a game console here?"

The young man replied with the bored tone of someone who was asked about something obvious:

"It's evident , isn't it? I was playing."

impatiently stated.

"Do not start trying to smarttalk me. I forbade you all to bring this kind of stuff..."

"To enjoy nature and fresh air. I know. Everybody know that." Steven finished wearily.

"Then why are you the only one in the class with one of these machines of doom? And the worst part is that you slow everyone else down with that."

Steven replied calmly, raising his forefinger, to defend his case the best he can.

"Firstly Mr. Scott: If you think I'm the only one who brought a game console, I must tell you that you do not really know this class as well as you think."

Several student tensed with fear and inwardly called him a moron.

Steven continued, raising a second finger.

"Secondly: Any smartphone can be used to play a lot of games. So it's not only the consoles, but all cell phones in class that you should also forbid."

This time, it is the whole class that tensed and inwardly called Steven a Moron.

He concluded, showing three fingers.

"And finally the third: I can walk at normal speed while playing without any problems. If I'm slower it's because my bag weighs more than the others."

The class and his teacher were a little surprised at that.

"Ha! Aren't you the weakest one?" Joked the blondie.

But the brunette tried, hesitantly, looking at Steven's luggage.

"It is true that his own seems bigger than the others. No?"

A student with a wick stated.

"Now that you mention it ... "

He glanced to his classmates with his visible eye

"It's true that he has the biggest bag."

"Moreover, I think it's not a camouflage pattern."

Informed the Fashion critic.

"But a True military bag."

"What ? It's really his own ?" Asked an exasperated student.

"I thought he was carrying stuffs for the Serg ... I mean, the Professor."

It was at this point that the braided redhead sighed and walked over to her classmate with pendants to, difficultly, feel the weight of the bag in question. She reached her conclusion, puffing and panting.

"It is actually heavier. In fact, it is very heavy."

Steven looked with a thank-you smile to the redhead student, to which she did not responded to. The teacher only just took a look at the ginger called Ashford before continuing to question the young man.

"And why is your package so heavy and bulky? I gave you a specific list of items to bring along."

"And I can assure you that I have everything that you ask without fail. I just put more of my personal additions." Claimed Steven.

The professor, who was beginning to feel tired of his nonchalant attitude, questioned him, fearing the answer a bit.

"What additions?"

"You want a full inventory Sergeant?" Mocked the young man with a tired sigh.

"Watch your attitude young man! You already made us waste a lot of time so be quick."

"Just my emergency equipment if I have to leave the house more than twenty-four hours: Laptop, Smartphone, Touch pad, music player, a duplicate of each, USB sticks, two Joysticks for Computer, all necessary wiring, a complete system of portable solar generator, my box of pendants, my portable hard drives containing ten thousand books, comics and manga, five thousands movies, TV series and Anime as well as three hundred games ... Oh! And some real books, just in case. "

The teacher nodded and replied.

"At least you took some books ... Wait a second ... YOU BROUGHT WHAAAT ?!"

All the students were speechless. The young Ashford actually facepalmed in exasperation. The blonde exclaimed.

"You believed you were leaving for a five-year mission or what Admiral Adama?"

Steven admitted with disdain.

"Nice try Blondie. But you mixed Star Trek with Battlestar Galactica, idiot."

"Who are you calling an idiot ?! And I have a name you know !" the blonde replied.

That was the straw that broke the teacher's back. He exploded with a roar louder than a lion.

"MISTER RYAN! You will immediately come down to the bus, empty this bag and come back with only the bare essential ! Is that clear ?!"

The teenager with pendants panicked as if he had just been announced that he has a price on his head.

"WHAAAAT ?! But what will I do without my stuffs?! What if it rains and water come in? Or a prowler burgle the bus when we are not here? Or an asteroid falls over? Or a being from another dimension try to call me on my cell and I'm not there to pick it up ? "

Some students froze with their jaws hanging in astonishment. Others laughed without shame, knowing that Steven, even if he was panicking, sincerely believed that each of his theories were possible. Mr. Scott replied with the seriousness of a war general : "I don't care! Professor Mitchell is still there to make some phone calls and gather materials. You'll join him immediately, tell your report and do what I told you.

"But ..." Tried Steven.

"No 'but'! And to be sure you tell him exactly what I told you, miss Ashford will accompany you."

"But ..." Exclaimed the redhead.

"I said no 'But!' Go there now. Professor Mitchell knows the way to reach us." Seeing that the battle was well and truly lost. The two condemned students began to retrace their steps. The young man with a long sigh of frustration and anger, tinged with wailing. And the girl muttering, "Why did I involved?" and "All because of this idiot." They passed among the other students, relieved not to have suffered one of the collective punishments of the Sergeant Scott. Some, however, did not forget to laugh softly or glower at the eccentric duo.

On the way back, Steven and his partner in misfortune did not exchange a word until they couldn't see their classmates and its commander anymore. As soon as they are outside his vision, the man with the pendants sighed, lamenting.

"Ugh ... That teacher is so annoying ."

"Don't push it."

Interjected the red head, very irritated.

"It's your fault."

Steven replied with a disgruntled boredom.

"Oh sorry for not standing to attention whenever Sergeant is talking."

The Ashford growled.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"So what?"

"It was you who brought all this useless stuffs and upset the teacher. He said he doesn't want to see any game consoles."

"He's the only one who can believe that three days in the forest listening to him can be more interesting than my J-Stars Victory VS imported from Japan. I already spend three quarters of my days in school, I don't understand why I should give up my stuffs outside this time. "

The girl grunted.

"I'll never understand how you can stay all the day in front of those stupid screens. You do not even understand what is written in this one."

"That's wrong. I told you ..."

She interjected.

"That you are learning Japanese I know. I know well enough how obsessed you are with all this Japanese things , even your haircut comes from one of those wacky character from a stupid manga."

"Pandora Heart isn't stupid! And Oz is not ... Never mind."

"You do not even have the same hair color. Yours are brown."

"It doesn't matter."

The redhead sighed for the hundredth time that day. She reprimanded.

"You're worse than my little sister. Always talking about this weird cartoons and her one-eyed idol in Naruto. Besides, before we left she asked me if I wanted to see some uncanny battle with her. "

The geek with pendants exclaimed, raising his index finger.

"Firstly: It's not Cartoons, it's Anime!"

He continued, more quietly, raising his middle finger.

"Secondly, I do not know if I've told you but, please, avoids talking about Naruto ... I didn't..."

The girl with pearls Interrupted.

"Watched or read it. Yes you've already told me. You are waiting a moment before swallowing everything in one breath."

"That's it." Confirmed Steven.

The young Ashford declared, blowing her breath.

"I sometimes feel like we're the only ones on earth that haven't watched this series yet."

The geek replied.

"Don't worry. Blondie and Fashion critic didn't watch it either."

The redhead doubted.

"I don't know if it reassures me or not to be compared to them. And do you have to call them like that? You know people hate it when you call them by nicknames that you decided alone."

"You know I can't remember names easily Ria ..."

Steven reminded before adding, with some humor.

"And anyway, they only need to look at my clothes to hate me."

The one nicknamed Ria hesitated before speaking, just like anyone searching how to tell the truth in a non-offensive way. She end up remarking.

"Well... you really don't go unnoticed. With all your tee-shirts with Dragons, warriors, wolves and other stuffs... Not to mention the three chains on your studded belt or your collection of pendants. How many have you today ? Three? "

Steven confirmed.

"Yep. A pentacle, a triskele and a dragon. That's what suited the best with the black T-shirt with wolves that I wear. I hesitated between the triskele and a Chaos Star. But I thought that, as the wolf has a rather positive significance in Celtic cultures, it was more appropriate. "

The girl with pearls couldn't fail to note the hint of pride in her friend's voice. She rarely heard him speaking with a voice other than monotone or jaded. Truth is she rarely heard him speaking at all. She pointed out to him without malice.

"If you dressed yourself in a less... impressive way, people will find you less strange."

Steven replied, on the same tone.

"I don't care about what the others think of me if it's to tell me to be anything other than myself."

Ria laughed kindly listening to this repeated phrase, seemingly coming from one of those comics that her companion in misfortune adored. She admitted with a smile.

"That's what I respect the most about you, even if you expresse it in such a ridiculous way. Ever since you gave me this pendant."

Ria took out from under her shirt a small chain of iron bearing a circle between two silver crescents. Her pleased face showed that she was delighted to have this jewel. Steven smiled, glad to see that she was still wearing the necklace he gave her a year ago. It was a smile of gratitude, thanking her for still having it. He told her.

"The triple moon. A symbol supposed to represent the three states of the woman: The Virgin, the Mother and the Crone"

The redhead with pearls continued.

"You know a lot of things. Has your mother never told you that if you just used half of the energy you put into your geek hobbies in your study, you would be number one already?"

Steven slowly lost his smile, looked at her and replied on a monotone voice.

"She must surely thought of that Ria. But she'd never told me. It would create some problems. This is not in the Agreement."

The girl felt stupid. She knew that his family was a sensitive topic and, thoughtlessly, she had mention it. A heavy silence fell between the two students. Those birdsongs, coming back after the terror caused by the sergeant, didn't help. None of them really wanted to discuss it. But fortunately for Ria, the bus was in sight. She declared.

"Oh, look, we arrived."

"I can see that. I am not short-sighted."

The redhead growled.

"No need to be so brittle... Come on, let's hurry to find Mr. Mitchell. I prefer climbing again this hill as soon as possible to forget all that.".

The geek asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I thought you liked nature."

She confirmed, glaring at him.

"I LOVE nature. What I do not like are the bulbs feet caused by idiots who do not know when to shut up."

Steven just rolled his eyes, not very excited to bring a new argument.

Once in front of the bus, parked beside a lake, the students began to scearch for Professor Mitchell. It was the girl who found him first. She pointed at him with her index. Their teacher was at in front of lake, near a small pile of boxes, tapping his phone in one hand.

"What is he doing ?" - Ria asked.

Steven guessed.

"Sergeant Scott said he had to call someone and he is next to a stack of unknown boxes. The most plausible theory is that he's working for the mafia and must deposited things for mafiosos coming later. This is diabolical. Who would suspect a bus full of students? "

Ria looked at him from the corner of her eye, afflicted, and asked with some pity.

"Is that all you could imagine? Reassure me you do not really mean what you say?"

Steven did not want to start a debate. He told her, as if it was a joke.

"Not really. Ok, here we go."

Still, Ria couldn't help but admit that this scene was very strange. She did not remember hearing their teachers talking about boxes. And, especially, she didn't understand why they haven't asked any students to carry them yet. She assumed, because it was the only logical answer, that they would have eventually ask for volunteers later.

Ria let Steven approaching their teacher alone. She preferred to be a little far off, foreshadowing the potential admonition coming and to which she would not participate. But she assumed that everything would be okay in the end, knowing what connection Steven and Mitchell had.

Professor Mitchell seemed so concentrated in what he was doing that he didn't notice the arrival of his students. The geek with pendants approached him with smile, ready to get his attention, but his call was interrupted by a leaf that the wind had sent in his face. He took it off grumbling. When it was done, he was next to his instructor. And what he saw frozed him in bewilderment.

The teacher, still unconscious of his presence, had in his left hand a mysterious metallic object overall cubic. It wasn't bigger than an apple and there was small cables. Others, attached to an outlet, joined the cellphone in his other hand. He was tapping over it, muttering, in his hoarse voice, all sorts of numbers, calculations and mathematical esoteric gibberish. Nothing seemed to be able to distract him, not even the mighty wind that fluttered the ponytail in which was attached his semi-curly black hairs.

Steven was so surprised , thrilled and confused at the same time that he couldn't pronounce anything. What was going before his eyes seemed coming out of one of his fantasty series or a science-fiction novel. The kind of event that should not happen in the real world.

Then, finally, Professor Mitchell pressed a button on his mobile phone and in the second, a small circular cavity opened on top of the cube. It came out a mesmerizing blue light that reflected in the glasses of the teacher.

Then small lightnings crackled in and out of the opening. Steven was surprised and frightened by this. Fearing a danger to himself and his teacher, he shouted "Be careful!" and, by reflex, smashed the box, projecting it on the floor, which had the effect of startling the instructor. The professor, confused and shocked, rapidly dragged his gaze between the object and Steven. The teacher was wide-eyed and had a voice full of panic, as if Steven had just touched a priceless ancient relic.

"What? But ... When did you ...? YOU FOOL!"

He sets upon the device, its lightning cracking more and more, and touched it at the same time he uttered the insult. And that's when he grabbed it that everything begun, in front of the stunned young Ria.

With a loud ding, a trembling electric bubble was created , it was more like plasma. It imprisoned within itself the two men, and the boxes, who seemed frozen like statues in water.

From outside, the bubble shrank suddenly, with everything in it, and disappeared in a flash of light barely stronger than that of a camera.

Inside though, it was a completely different story. Steven was conscious the entire time he was paralyzed. It was a very strange feeling at first. Like being plunged suddenly into very hot water, charged with an energy that tickled every square centimeter of his skin, even under clothing. But there was no way to laugh, the situation does not present itself to it.

Then there was this flash, hard enough to make anyone's eyes sting. But Steven was unable to blink to soothe the pain. He began to see pass through extraordinary things, wonderful scenes, somes incredibles or even impossibles: A pine forest in winter crossed by a sleigh pulled by a horse; A titanic creature devouring a fin animal under a greenish ocean; a crystal clear sea under a blinding sun; A sphere of light from what escaped gigantic rays to the stars; A planet with five moons reflecting off a bronze-colored lake; Dancing galaxies in the darkness of the void; A fight between a fiery warrior and one with metallic skin; A snowy mountain around which flew a scaly monstrosity; A flaming demon in a crumbling celestial world ; A steel city surrounded by columns of green energy; A desert where a group of green humanoids with four arms, rifles in hand, rode mastodons; A battle between pale horned warrior and a men in black armor throwing thunders; A beautiful villa in which a young man was walking in white and red dress; A faceless horror in the woods ... and so many more.

All of this happened so quickly for Steven that he felt lost, confused, scared, but also exhilarated and amazed. But despite this mix of sensations, he had an intense feeling of 'déjà vu' with some of these scenes, that he knew, strangely enough, was not dreams or hallucinations. A part of him, deep in his soul, against all logic, told him that it was none of these reasons, even in front the most amazing shows or the most strangely colored.

Finally, he underwent another bright flash which was accompanied by the feeling of being hit by a powerful wave. A strong shot that gave him a crushing headache and the horrible feeling that all his energy was dispersed into the four winds. The fantastic show stopped and Steven was once again in control of his movement. But the incredible exhaustion that had just strucked him, and a monumental pain throughout his body, made him collapse face down on the earth and grass, overwhelmed by the weight of his heavy bag. Everything was in darkness. All he saw, before falling into unconscious, was a blade of grass and moonlit trees.

Here we are.

Thank you to all those who read this chapter :-)

I promise the Naruto meeting is in the next chapter.

Hope you'll be there.

List of References in the order of their appearence:

Doctor Who, Star Trek, Battlestar Galactica, J-Stars Victory VS, Pandora Heart, Big Bang Theory, Naruto, Fairy Tail, Skyrim, Diablo, Final Fantasy VII, John Carter, Dragon Age 2, Slenderman.