NARUTO FANFICTION! A girl falls from her world (the world we know...) and finds herself in the Naruto world. She joins Team 7, and her adventures follow the story from there. Her name is Tasura Ai, and Ai means love.
Who will fall for Ai, and who w...
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I woke up.
In a tree.
In a pitch-black forest.
There were sounds of crickets chirping and frogs singing. The wind ruffled the trees as it blew by, making the leaves and branches brush against each other.
I thought I was dreaming. I looked around hazily, trying to discern my surroundings. Luckily a rope strapped me down, holding me to the branch, because I was convinced this wasn't real life and I wasn't actually twenty feet above the ground in a tree branch.
After a minute of confusion, I started to realize it didn't really feel like a dream. My vision was too sharp, too aware of my surroundings. I pinched myself. Okay, ow, that hurt. I looked down at myself. I had a body that looked and felt real, but it didn't look like mine.
What on Earth...if I was even still on Earth...
My clothes. I had on a short-sleeved dark purple kimono with wide lavender lining, with a bow tied in the back holding it together, falling to mid-thigh. I had on high socks up to my knees that tucked into some type of running shoe. A headband hung around my neck with a big silver plate in the middle with the symbol on it. I immediately knew it meant "Leaf" even though I didn't know how I knew it.
Leaf? Does this somehow explain why I apparently reside in this tree?
As I studied the headband, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I gasped, truly shocked. Big bright eyes, the color of the sea stared back at me, framed by a lovely face. My stomach turned at how delicate and achingly attractive it was. Then I noticed my hair. I felt it with my fingers as I looked, combing through it. It was long, wavy, and bright red. But something about it was so authentic - it didn't look like when Dana Pinkman in the eighth grade dyed her hair fire engine red last year and had looked so obviously fake.
"What is happening?" I said out loud, feeling panicked. It only made me panic more because my voice didn't sound like my own. It was higher-pitched and raspier. I started to move around in the tree, the rope become loose as I tried to break free.
"Hello, Ai," came a soft calm voice from...well, I don't know where. Within me? In my head? Who knew at this point? It could be God for all I know telling me I died. "So you came."
