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Monday, February 1, 2010

Fanfic part 2

Dressed in an all black outfit and carrying a sling bag, Odvershakr found himself looking around like a lost lamb. Surely even a child could tell that this was an absolutely different place from a bedroom. He carried on walking aimlessly, he found himself staring in awe at two gigantic doors that seemed to touch the sky. Deciding that knocking was a no-no, he thought he was ‘Jack’ in ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’. Sure it looked like it but Odvershakr did not recall having climbed a tall, never-ending beanstalk. “Let’s see if I shout and they hear me,” Odvershakr thought and shouted with all his might, “Hello!” As if that was the magic word, the doors swung open. “Seems to work pretty well,” he smiled as he walked through only to be stopped by two men.

“What is your purpose stranger?” one of the men questioned and Odvershakr realized he had to speak Japanese. Thanking his mother, wherever she is for insisting him to learn Japanese.

“Er, I er, am here to see the Hokage...?” Odvershakr kept his face calm even though he was sweating like mad mentally. Now just where did the idea of ‘hokage’ came from? Smiling sheepishly, he thanked Naruto again.

“Come this way then...” It was not a polite suggestion but a very rude command. Frowning, Odvershakr followed since it was better being ‘escorted’ than being lost. He kept walking until he came face to face with an old man.

“Urgh, I thought it would be Tsunade I would face...” Odvershakr murmured under his breath and immediately he was shoved further into the room. So much for Naruto series, he thought sourly.

“You wanted to see me young man?” the old man spoke with a light touch of humor.

Hmm, he looks damn familiar. Odvershakr thought and realized it was the third hokage- Sarutobi. Die faster old man! I wanna see Tsunade! He grinned manically and the hokage raised a tired eyebrow at him. Dropping his sling bag, he slid into the seat opposite the old man. “I’m known as Serpentine Asreil Iori Odvershakr,” Odvershakr stretched his hand and shook the old man’s, “I er, want to return home.” He could not believe he just blurted and gave away his identity. Slapping himself mentally, he could only sigh.

“Ser-” the third began only to be interrupted.

“Iori or Odvershakr is fine.”

“-Iori, you’re telling me you’re from another world?”

“Yes sir. I just so happened to have fallen into the abyss and appeared here.” If he could even call that purple light an abyss. Maybe the word darkness sounded cooler.

“Iori, I’m afraid I am unable to send you back. Maybe you could send some time here, adapt and hopefully be a ninja.”
“No way! I can’t remain here! I’ve got my PSLE to take!”

“There is nothing I can do right now to send you home. Why don’t you try to be a ninja while I find a way to send you home?”

Hanging his head dejectedly, Odvershakr realized he had no choice but to wait. Wait for how long, he wasn’t sure. Trying to be what you aren’t seemed impossible but for Iori Odvershakr, every challenge brought him to life. Carrying his Adidas bag, he excused himself and walked aimlessly around Konoha until he came across a river.

Black heavy-looking boots, black leather jeans with snaked chains and a black tight shirt that seemed to showcase a set of hard muscles started forming in the water. Wearing a black coat and a diamond spiked black watch matched the entire outfit. The outfit was a complete contrast to the golden tan skin that radiated confidence. Auburn spiky hair that was flecked with black seemed to top the entire figure. Dark misty emerald eyes seemed to stare back at Odvershakr who sat by the port sadly and quietly.

“Oh stop staring at me, reflection!” Odvershakr growled in frustration as he slammed a pebble into the water to distort his reflection, “I’m only twelve and I’m undergoing depression! Damn it!” He pulled his hair in frustration as he tried to cool himself. “I’m a genius, I can do this! I’m not scared of anything!” he chanted and failed, “Oh God, I’m damn scared. No, if Naruto can do it, so can I...only better of course!” With that, he picked himself up and dashed to Konoha Academy.

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