Hi everyone,

This is my first try at writing one of these so please be nice. I've fallen into the pit of SI's and I can't get out; so I've decided to write one of my own. Great writers like Silver Queen and Darkpetal16 mostly inspired me to do this, so major props to them! mwah thanks

I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I'm pretty impressed with the way I died. It was violent, uncommon, and caused buttloads of grief all around for my friends and family. You could say that it was pretty tragic, as my life never got to take off.

Ah, the life of a highschool student. My stress levels were off the charts, and I looked like shit every day (there was no such thing as "effort days" for me). It's sad how I won't get the satisfaction of graduating. But you know, it's not like I'll miss school, anyways.

But anyways, it's not everyday when you get murdered. One day you're innocently walking down the sidewalk when some psycho grabs you and carts you off to his evil lair, where he does unspeakable things to you so that eventually you wish for him to hurry up, because now you want to die.

I think something in my brain snapped, because now here I am being proud of the way I died. I can't help but feel like it sets me apart from all the boring people who died from lame things, like old age.

I can't really describe what being dead was like.

I was numb to my surroundings, anyways. I was sort of moving with the flow, letting the fact that I was finally dead sink in, not paying attention to anything. I was still kind of shell shocked that the torture was finally over. I wasn't even crying. I had cried more than enough before I actually died.

So there I was, floating along and not paying attention to anyone until I bumped into something. I looked up. Turns out it was a person.

"Watch where you're going, asshole." I muttered, and prepared to float away off into the sunset. Then, I realized that it would be the first person (ghost? Spirit?) I've actually touched since dying. I jerked my head up to look at the guy, and the shit flew out the window.

Some quick background info: during the last period of my life, I had gotten into this manga/anime called Naruto. I was kind of secretive about it, because my friends wouldn't approve of anything remotely nerdy. But, in my free time I could fangirl about it in peace.

Call me corny, but I loved it. I loved how brave the characters were, and modeled some of my personal principles after them. After I got to the end of the manga and anime, I turned to fanfiction because I couldn't get enough of it.

But back in real time, I was busy gaping like a fish at the guy that I had just called an asshole.

"Finally," The man said with a scowl. "I've been waiting for someone to die forever." All coherent thoughts flew out of my head.

"What the fuck"

Ignoring my expletive, he grabbed my arm. "Let's go," he said, dragging me away. I still could only stare at him, my mouth opening and closing.

Yanking on my arm and probably pulling my shoulder out of my socket was motherfucking Uchiha Obito.

The one and only, crazy, lovestruck, dangerous, deadly uber-antagonist from my secret obsession. I was dumbfounded. It was ridiculous, how could a fictional character be real? The right side of his face was scarred. He looked good for a guy who had half of his face crushed under a rock.

"You looking smoking for a guy who had half of his face crushed under a rock," I told him.

He stared back at me, quirking an eyebrow. He muttered something about wishing he had his mask. "You know, I don't know how you know that and I don't want to ask. Shut up."

I wrenched my arms out of his grasp. I spluttered for a bit. Then I finally forced out some words. "What the HELL?!" Accept my compliment!

He looked at me for a bit, then sighed. "Listen to me. You will do what I say, and without question. You will be useful to me if everything works out. Just be glad that I am giving you another chance to live."

"You said you were waiting forever for me," I asked him. "Why didn't you take any other person who died? My elderly neighbor died 2 weeks ago. It was sad."

"I needed someone who died before their time in your universe was up. Anyways, why would I want a 90 year old to be my servant?"

I nodded. "You make a good case, my friend."

"What?" He looked uneasy. "Okay, this is also why I want you. Obviously, since your death was so… interesting, you have a couple screws loose. You'll fit well in my world. All you need to know is that the people from your world don't have chakra. I needed someone who will not be affected by genjutsu."

I don't think he knows that his world is a fiction story in my world. I realized with a start. I had to be careful about that. It explained why he was being so lenient with me. Who knew what he would do if he learned that I had knowledge of the future?

"Basically, you need chakra to fall under a genjutsu," He continued. "However, I have never brought someone into my dimension, so do not assume that you will live for sure." He stopped talking to me after that and made a funky looking hand sign. He held it for a while.

Cue awkward silence. I stared at him for a while. He didn't really look that old yet. In fact, he looked only a few years older than I was. I decided to stay silent, though, because even though he looked like a teenager, he was a shinobi.

He was a super-shinobi.

He was the cause of the 4th war in Naruto and countless deaths.

Who knew how powerful he was if he had the godly power of bringing me back to life in another dimension?

Plus, I'm not sure if he had any shred of sanity left. But hey, that made two of us.

Obito's funky looking hand seal started to glow. I poked his hand. "Stop," He thundered at me. I complied with him meekly. "I am going to move us back into my world now, so prepare yourself." He poked my arm with his seal and then poked his thigh and his sharingan did the thing. This was probably a lot more elaborate than I just described it, but I don't care.

How can I explain how kamui felt? Think about being pulled through a spaghetti strainer, except with no pain. It was like being crushed and stretched out, but it didn't hurt (it just felt really, really weird). Even though it didn't cause physical damage, it definitely gave me a ton of mental damage (which I didn't need any freaking more of) and I decided that I hated it. If this was what space-time ninjutsu felt like every time, I understood why so little people used it. It sucked.

We were pushed out through the spaghetti strainer jutsu (that sucked major ass) next to a tree. It was huge. I didn't realize how big the trees were in Naruto until I actually saw one in real life. We were next to a small, glassy lake. It was actually kind of pretty, and looked like something that would be on a computer desktop.

I promptly stumbled over to the huge tree and threw up on it. "Never do that to me again," I told Obito, who ignored me.

Obito looked around, scowled, and cursed. "Fuck," he muttered, looking more grumpy and angsty as ever. "Of course it's Konoha. At least I can put my mask on now," He took his mask out and put it on his face, then turned to me. "We're not in the right place. We're moving aga-" He stopped and stared.

"What?" I said, and then stopped. After the second time speaking, I realized what was wrong. My voice was squeaky and high. Ew, it sounded like I was in preschool again.

"Oops." He murmured, looking me up and down. My blood ran cold. I ran to the edge of the lake, looked at my reflection, and screamed.

I was little. I was young again. I looked like a child who wouldn't even be in kindergarten yet.

"You! Thanks to you, I will never rest in peace and now I have to go through puberty again! PUBERTY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO A PERSON?! Wait. I don't have periods anymore. Hey, thanks!" I dimly noted the fact that I might have suffered more mental damage than required to survive in ninja-land.

I didn't even look like myself anymore. I had pitch-black hair and black eyes. Wow, and here I was thinking that anime people had interesting-colored features. I must have been meant to be one of those filler characters. I was wearing the t-shirt I was wearing when I died, except now it was oversized and looked like a dress on me.

"But why did you do this?" I asked him in my baby-voice. Ugh, I sound like a chipmunk.

He moaned. "I didn't do this. The one helping me has made a mistake," He turned away, and continued in a mutter. "Nagato has some explaining to do."

"Bet you wished you brought my neighbor instead," I told him. "She would have been a nice ripe age of 65."

"Shut the fuck up!" He screamed at me. I listened.

While he brooded, my mind raced. At the mention of Nagato, I came up with two thoughts:

1.) Nagato played a part in dragging me here. I would have to give him my regards. It was probably him who brought me back to life, like how he did with the people of Konoha after getting beaten up by Naruto.

2.) I had just realized that I didn't exactly want to be on the evil side. Call it good values, or whatever. I didn't want to hurt innocent people. I knew what Obito's plan was, and it was batshit crazy. However, there was no way I could run away; he was a shinobi while I physically was barely out of my toddler years. How was a child with a bit of the crazies supposed to beat a man with the full on crazies?

"No matter, let's get going." Obito suddenly said briskly, finished with his moping.

That's when I started to feel weird.

The feeling was foreign; I've never felt anything like it before. The feeling kind of hurt. Scratch that, it really hurt. I think Obito noticed something was wrong when I made a sort of strangled sound, and then sagged against him.

In another life, I would have been super excited to have dramatically fallen against a "bad-boy" Uchiha. Yeah, no. I fucking hurt everywhere, and it wasn't nearly how fangirls would picture him catching a damsel in distress; he dropped me immediately after I fell onto him.

It hurt. It really, really hurt. My skin felt like the pores were being stretched out, and going into them were foreign and unknown substances. Let me repeat, things were going into my body. I didn't know what it was, but it couldn't have been healthy. It was like skin rape, and eventually entire body rape because the pain spread evenly throughout my body.

Obito stared at me for a bit, and then turned on his sharingan. Ow, ow, agghhh. I moaned in my head, too much in pain to say it out loud. He cursed. "Why is nature chakra going inside of you?"

This wasn't how it was supposed to work out. In all the other stories when a person was just thrust into the Naruto world, they had their chakra system already in them, or none at all. Why was I the only one who had to go through the torture of chakra ooze its way into my poor, poor body?

Obito cursed again. "You're no use to me now," he looked at me, then turned around. "Bringing you here was a waste of time and energy."

"Send… me back th-en." I gasped out.

"I can't. It took too much of an effort to bring you here, and I will not expend energy for you." He looked at me once, and then made a few hand signals. It occurred to me belatedly that they were probably some seals. Wait, shit. Is he going to do something to m- My thoughts were interrupted when a hand suddenly slammed into my shoulder blade. The pain I felt increased, the spot on my back feeling as if it caught on fire.

"Don't- agh- hit a child!" I scolded him in the middle of convulsing. After that, I could barely think. I couldn't even wonder how he got through my shirt.

"You may survive, and I can't have that. This will prevent you from saying or communicating anything that you learned today. Don't try, because it will cause more harm than good." He looked at me once more, and then did his space-time thing. I thought I heard him mutter "why didn't I kill her?" before he was all the way through his kamui, but it may have been my imagination.

But, he left me. He fucking left a little kid that was probably dying out in the wilderness to fend for herself.

What an asshole. My vision grew red, and my body started shaking. How could the pain even be real? Nothing I had ever experienced in my previous life felt like this. It was by far worse than being killed.

Ohgodohgod, just let me die already. I didn't deserve this. I miss my old life. My hands clawed at the ground, getting cut. I barely felt the pain. The thing going into my body stretched and burned my skin.

I want my mom.

The pain stayed there, crystal clear and sharp throughout my entire body. My little voice whimpered, even though I tried to stop myself. I choked down my screams, not wanting to alert anything dangerous to my area. Silent tears streamed down my face. Would it ever stop?

Please, let someone come and save me.

It must have been a few hours I lay there, gritting my teeth and writhing on the ground the entire time. I had already been through enough. Someone up there must really have hated me. I had just finally been able to slip into blissful unconsciousness when I heard a thud next to me and a hand check my pulse. Of course, I thought, annoyed. Of course when something finally interesting happens my body chooses to black out. Why is it always the most important part? Then, I passed out for good.

A/N: Hello everyone! I just cleaned up and fixed this chapter. I hope you enjoyed!