Although the warm sunbeams stream through [Name's] blue curtains, a chill sweeps over her body, like the blankets have been ripped off of her. Her hands search for her bedcover, but once she feels nothing but her cold skin, she opens her eyes. Too bad her eyelids are so heavy that they close immediately.

"Is she waking up?"

"God, I hope so."

[Name] thinks she's hallucinating those voices and roll to her side. She curls up, mustering up all her heat to keep her body warm. Sleep almost takes her until she hears a guttural growl. Her eyelids struggle to open halfway for the allure of sleep is too great.

Her sight is blurry, but she can make out four dark figures. Her eyes close again only to snap open when a grouchy voice speaks boldly, "Wake up, woman!"

"And, please, put on some clothes," said another voice.

[Name] sits up, her eyes finally focusing on the four men in her room. Four Uchiha men. Her heartbeat accelerates as she peers at the four characters from Naruto she knows so well.

"This is a dream," she says, grabbing her blanket to cover herself. "A dream where four Naruto characters see me naked in my room. Yes, a dream."

The one she recognizes as Itachi speaks up. "This isn't a dream."

Then Madara says something, his voice booming and threatening. "Where the hell are we?"

He raises his gunbai to her throat, pressing the military fan into her skin, promising to kill her if she doesn't answer.

[Name] gulps, refusing to move an inch. "Well, you're in my room."

"Haha!" Shisui laughs sheepishly. "Well we can see that, but how did we get here?"

[Name] shrugs, more focused on the weapon at her throat. "How should I know?"

"The last thing I remembered, I was falling to my death," Shisui mumbles and Itachi winces as that memory comes back to him.

"And I died, twice," Itachi states. He looks over to his little brother, Sasuke, who's been quiet the entire time. Sasuke stares at his left arm, which should be missing since the fourth shinobi war.

Shisui speaks up again, a sincere smile on his face. "If you could just help us miss, we'll be on our way back to Konoha."

Her eyes dart between all four men. Itachi, Madara, Shisui, then Sasuke.

"Right, Konoha," she trails off. [Name] tries to grasp the situation at hand, but it slips through her fingers like water. "Well-"

Madara sneers. "Don't you see?! This woman put us under a genjutsu!"

Sasuke flexes his left arm and finally says something. "I doubt it."

Shisui covers his mouth as he chuckles. "Right, the woman we found naked and unguarded put us under a powerful genjutsu."

"Regardless," Madara barks. His black eyes lock on to [Name's] face, feeding off of the blatant confusion and fear. "She'll die by my hand."

[Name's] eyes widen, and her breath hitches his her throat. "Wait! Wait! Wai-"

Before she can get her third 'Wait,' Madara swings his gunbai, aiming for her neck. Tears form in her eyes as she flinches, and then,

Smack!

"Ooow!"

The bewilderment Madara feels doesn't show on his face. His gunbai ripped in half.

[Name] opens her eyes, rubbing the spot on her neck that Madara attacked moments before. She glances at the weapon he holds up in his hand.

Cardboard? It was... made out of cardboard?

"What is this," Madara seethes, dropping the now useless weapon from his hand. "What did you do?!"

[Name] holds out her hands as a way to defend herself. "I didn't do anything! If you'll just listen, Madara!"

Itachi shuts his eyes, and Sasuke looks away as Madara grabs [Name's] upper arm. But Shisui stares on.

"You will tell me what you did now!" Madara yells, yanking [Name] from her bed and to the floor. The blanket delicately covers what it can in the swift yet violent movement. "Why has my gunbai turned into cardboard?! What kind of jutsu is this?!"

It's at this moment, [Name] realizes that this is real. The look of murder reflects in his black eyes, and it's directed towards her. The crushing hand of Madara squeezes tighter around her upper arm. His hand is large, and considering his strength, he can snap her arm in two.

The tears finally fall from her eyes, and she chokes air as she hiccups. Like a burning glow in her chest, she senses her fear. It overwhelms the initial confusion she felt when she woke up, and it's all she can focus on, as well as her own safety.

[Name] shakes her head. "I... I don't know!"

Shisui intervenes, stepping between [Name] and Madara. He guides Madara back against one of her desks and gently tells him to calm down.

"Hey gramps, she hasn't done anything," he gestures towards a tearful and shaking [Name] on the floor. "She looks normal to me, but something weird is definitely going on."

Shisui turns to [Name], crouching down to her level. "If you can just tell us where we are, we'll be on our way."

Her mouth stays shut. The shaking won't stop, and [Name] tries her best to control it. A gentle, warm hand rests on her shoulder which seems to soothe her.

Shisui tries again. "You seem to know Grandpa Madara's name. Do you know mine?"

She lifts her head and adjusts her blanket. "Your name is Shisui Uchiha. He's Itachi, and that's Sasuke. You're all apart of the Uchiha clan."

Shisui nods, a charming smile spreads on his face. "Good!"

"You said the last thing you remembered, you were falling," [Name] mumbles. "You committed suicide, right? After you gave Itachi your eyes."

He nods more firmly now. "Y-Yeah? But how-"

She cuts him off. "Did you feel anything when you died?"

For some reason, [Name] senses there's more to their sudden appearance. Three out of the four men here died in Naruto: Shippuden.

"Well, now that you mentioned it," Shisui trails off, looking behind him to see Itachi staring right back at him. There's a slight hesitation in his voice, but he reveals it all to her. "I felt cold when I met the water, but, I immediately felt warm again. Then, believe it or not, there was a bright light, and I fell here. I was the first one here, but for a long time I couldn't move."

[Name] hums approvingly. "Itachi? How about you?"

Itachi unbuttons his Akatsuki cloak, the heat of four other bodies getting to him. "When I died the second time, I experienced the same thing."

She's too scared to ask Madara if he had the same sensations as his great-great-grandsons, but when her eyes cast upon him, he answers her question with a single nod.

"But then how are you here, Sasuke?" She asks, but the young man shrugs. "From my knowledge, you never died in the series."

Sasuke raises an eyebrow. "Series?"

"Yeah, the Naruto and Naruto: Shippuden series," [Name] explains. "Your lives as you all know it are just a TV show."

She looks to Shisui. "That's how I know about your suicide. You guys are just cartoons!"

Now they all look at her like she's crazy, so she tries to explain further. "Itachi, you killed your entire clan and tricked Sasuke into hating and killing you. Madara your archenemy is Hashirama, the First Hokage. Your younger brother was killed by Tobirama, the Second Hokage. Sasuke, I literally watched you grow from a sweet child, always bothering your big brother, to an emo prick, then back to redemption, even though you're like an international terrorist."

Madara crosses his arms, his never-ending glare focusing in on [Name]. "How do you know all of this?"

"Television! Your lives are fake! You're fake in this world! You're not even supposed to be here!" [Name] feels as though she's going crazy, and she holds her head. "I think that bright light you all witnessed at your deaths somehow teleported you here."

Madara makes a noise between a guffaw and a snort but [Name] ignores him.

"Don't you think it's weird?" She looks to Shisui, her eyes pleading. "That your great-great-grandfather is nearly the same age as you?! He looks 30 years old at the most! I know your genes are good, but not that good!"

Itachi cracks a smile at the joke and sighs. "All right, suppose we believe you. That doesn't explain how Madara's fan turned into cardboard, and our kunai are made out of plastic."

Itachi holds out a kunai and crushes it in his hands. Thin black pieces of plastic fall to the ground as well as a hollowed shell of a knife.

[Name] shrugs, the confusion she feels expresses freely in her body language. "I guess since your lives are fake, your weapons will be fake too?"

She's unsure, but it's the most logical thing she can come up with in this messed up situation.

Sasuke steps into the conversation after minutes of silence. "You said we aren't supposed to exist here. Where even is here?"

With a painful sigh, [Name] says, "Let's just say, you're not in Konoha anymore."

...

A/N: Okay, so one thing I want to say is that this world that the MC lives in, isn't set in on this Earth. Idk what the world is, or what city the MC resides, but I do not want it set up in this world. Let's just say she lives in an alternate universe that's similar to this one but isn't as fucked as this one. Lol. I'll come up with something later.
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