Strange Foreigners

Don't own . . . SO YOU CAN'T SUE MY SORRY ASS! HA HA! How you like that!

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This story is just something I came up with at the spur of the moment. I have it finished but I'm not sure I want to spend the time uploading the damn thing if no one is gonna read it. The more reviews i get saying they liked it the faster I'll post it. If not . . .I'll just delete it. This is not my best work but it is the one I'm posting on here. Have fun with it . . . I probably made a lot fo mistakes. Help me out and tell me what they are!

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Chapter One
Meeting the Gang

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"Kakashi?!?!"

Standing in front of me was one of the main characters from my favorite anime 'Naruto.' And not in good condition. He looked like someone had beaten teh shit out of him and left him for dead. There weren't any cosplay conventions going on around here so I was left to wonder why this half dead man was dressed like an aniem character. And at my doorstep of all places.

My first thought on it all was that one of my friends had decided to play a cruel joke on me but that was quickly shoved aside. None of my friends liked anime and they definately couldn't even spell 'Kakashi' much less dress like his exact replica. No one around here really liked anime so who the hell was this? And why was he so hurt? That was pretty much her second thought. How had he gotten so hurt? He nearly fell through the doorway, pushing me back and causing me to stumble before I caught both of our weight. This guy was really heavy. And unconscious by the looks of it.

Carefully, as not to jar his injuries further, I dragged him to the living room. I had been wrapped up in a blanket on the couch watching 'Naruto' when I had been interrupted. I had paused it in the middle of the fight with Zabuza where Kakashi was covered in water and glaring at the screen. Sexy scene. Oh boy!

I quickly cut off the television and got the guy up on the couch. I sighed as blood covered my blanket and ran upstairs to get some supplies. I threw everything in a neon green basket I had sitting in the top of the linen closet and ran back downstairs. The guy was up, rubbing his head and trying to keep from falling over again. I put the basket on the floor by the couch and went to where he was standing. I put my hand on his shoulder and was roughly pushed back.

"You're only gonna make it worse by moving around! You have to get cleaned up before I can bandage you," I said as I picked up the basket again. I took it to the kitchen and sat it on the table, going into the room across the hall. It was the guest room and had its own bathroom. I started the shower and lay out some clothes I had managed to find that had belonged to my brother before he had died. I sat them on the counter and pulled down a black towel and washcloth.

The gu ywas looking around my house when I went ot get him again. He looked confused and I couldn't really blame him. He probably had a migraine with all those bruises and cuts on his face. Thank the heavens I lived alone. I would hate explaining this to my parents or a roommate.

"You can take a shower in here and then we can see to getting you fixed up. I don't know the extent of your injuries through all that blood. Just put your clothes in the basket outside the door and I'll clean them."

He glared at me and pushed past me into the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and waited until I heard the sound of his clothes dropping in the basket to enter the bedroom again. He was in the bathroom so I was spared seeing the naked stranger. I grabbed the basket and headed to the laundry room. He had left everything in his pockets so I took down a small green tote and started emptying them.

Kunai, throwing stars, scrolls, Make-out Paradise . . .

This guy had to be joking! Was he that into 'Naruto' that he had to copy every little thing about Kakashi? What a loser. Not to say that I wasn't that way. I had bought a forehead protector with the Konoha symbol at a convention and I even had a set of ninja clothes that looked like something that would be worn in the anime. I never wore them except to convention but I still had them.

When I finishes emptying the pockets I realized he hadn't given me the mask or the forehead protector. Well, fine. They just wouldn't get washed. Let him wear them dirty if he wanted to be stubborn. I started the washer and went to the kitchen again. He didn't take long in the shower and I turned when I heard the door open. He stood there, mask and forehead protector in place. He had towel dried his hair so that it still hung in wet tendrilsover his face but drier pieces fluffed to stand up in spikes. It looked like he had cleaned off his mask and protector while in the bathroom so they weren't as dirty as before.

"So that was dirt and not bruises on your face," I said quietly as he walked towards me.

He was still glaring and the clothes were a bit tight on him. My brother hadn't been nearly as built as this guy was. The black shirt pulled tight across his chest but the jeans were kind of loose, hanging low on his hips. If I hadn't known better I would have thought he was the actual Kakashi from the looks of him. This guys hair was naturally silver and his eye naturally black. Talk about oozing sexuality.

"I took the stuff out of your pockets. It's in that bin there," I said, pointing to the tote on the table.

He walked over to it, briefly looking through the things before sitting in the chair opposite me. I stared, wondering what to say to him. He didn't appear to want to talk to me at all. This was not going well at all.

"So . . . I don't see any injuries that really need bandaging. What was all the blood from?" I asked as way of starting a conversation. Plus, I really wanted to know. Maybe he had killed someone and lef their body in a ditch somewhere. What had I let in my house?

"I was attacked. There was a big fight and there were a lot of them. The only injury I have is my arm," he said, showing me his arm.

There was a large gash running the length of the top of his arm. That really looked painful. It didn't need stiches anything, it wasn't that deep. But it was rather long and had obviously been the reason he had bled so bad. It was right were a lot of minor blood vessels were.

"Why did you pass out like that?" I asked as I pulled some gauze out of the bin on the table between us. I moved to sit beside him on the floor and wrap his arm. He flinched when I touched him but otherwise stayed still.

"I used up all of my chakra. I didn't have any energy left."

I finished wrapping his arm, using the medical tape to make sure it stayed put. He was still glaring at me. Did he always glare like this or did he really not like me? What a jerk. I stuck my tongue out and crossed my eyes when he turned to look behind him at my fridge. It was childish, I know, but I didn't care at that point. When he turned back around I could have sworn I saw him grin for second before glaring at me again. I think he caught me.

"Well, I'm going to throw your clothes in the dryer. You can sit there and try to come up with a better story than, 'I drained my chakra,' while I'm doing that. I'm different, I believe in chakra and all that but there is no way you drained it fighting. Get real, buddy. You're chakra seems fine to me."

Yes, I believed in chakra. Yes, I believed in other worlds and spirits and magic and stuff like that. I can cast spells and use magic sparingly. But, no, this guy was not Kakashi Hatake. There really was no way. He was fiction. Don't question my logic . . . that's just how it worked.

I put his clothes in the dryer, but not before throwing in a dryer sheet. He was gonna smell like flowers when I was done with him. No self respecting ninja would go around smelling like flowers. This was fun. I could fuck with his head while washing his clothes!

When I exited the laundry room I nearly collided with him. Stupid ass. He had followed me. I hope he didn't see the dryer sheet thing. I don't even know if he would play it quiet about it. Did Konoha have dryers? Forget it . . .not important.

"What now?" I asked in annoyance.

"What makes you think I wanted anything?"

That smug grin. I wanted to punch him so bad. I didn't give into that urge because he was so much bigger than me and I didn't want to die yet.

"Don't follow me then. Why did you come in here if you didn't want something?"

"I don't trust you."

Oh, that's just perfect. I let the jerk into my house and he doesn't trust me. How is that for messed up? I really, really wanted to hit him now. I hate self control. It would have felt good to get into a fight with him, I think. At least, before he decked me and I ended up dead or in the hospital.

"Whatever. Have you come up with a better story or are you gonna stick to the 'I'm Kakashi Hatake, Copy-nin from Konoha Village?'"

That got his attention faster than anything I had seen so far. He grabbed the front of my white a-shirt and pushed me against the wall. I felt my feet leave the floor and my back slide up the wall as he pressed closer, getting in my face and glaring even more. He had a pretty eye. I wonder what the other one looked like.

"How the hell do you know who I am?" he nearly screamed in my face. I glared right back.

"You aren't Kakashi! He's not real! I think you need to go to the hospital. They must have really hit you hard to make you think that you were a cartoon character," I said as I looked around. This was uncomfortable but mildly interesting. It isn't every day that I get held to the wall against a hot guy. Felt good, actually.

"I'm standing right here! How can I not be real?"

"Let me go and I'll show you what I'm talking about."

He let go, obviously with reluctance and not before grabbing my wrist in a viselike grip. Geez buddy, lay off will ya? i led the way to the living room, not bothering with slwoing my steps even though he tried to slow me down. He was getting dizzy again. That's what happens when you loose too much blood and then move around too fast. What a moron. Some ninja. Loser.

I made it to teh living room with him in tow and grabbed the remote. As soon as I turned on the television his face was there. I hadn't turned off the VCR because I was still watching that. I hit play and watched as the fight went on in my large sixty inch television. I love that thing. He didn't obviously because he grabbed the remote and turned it off.

"What the hell was that? How did you see that fight? Surveillance of some kind?"

Boy was he pissed. Surveillance? I have a lot of money but there is no way I'm going to pay people to dress like that and fight like that in realy life just so I can video tape it. Get a grip, dude!

"Kakashi-sensei!!!!!!!!"

What in the hell?!?!

I was quickly forgotten as three teenagers came barreling in my door. I could have sworn I had locked it after dragging this guy in but apparently I was mistaken. I recognized the three munchkins immediately as Kakashi's students: Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura. Oh dear.

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Yeah . . . I decided to end it there. This chapter really has nothing going for it in my opinion. I posted it because of my friends. What losers. Blame them for this.