Moving fiction
Warning: this story is more than just a bit AU and it’s pretty much just a melting pot of randomness that refused to let me be until it was set to the page (erm- screen). Don’t read if you’re allergic to all things stupid. Even the title’s dumb.
A/N: I moved this here from my FF.net account because some people were complaining about page loading issues at that site. I aim to please, so here it is.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters, trademarks, etc. that you, the reader, may recognize. With that said, you cannot sue me… I don’t think… GAH! Too much legal stuff!
Summary: More randomness than you can shake a stick at. Plotting Mary-sues, mentions of yaoi, yuri, and a whole lot of ooc-ness and crack!
Rated: PG-13 though most of it's pretty PG.
Prologue: And Let The Randomness Begin!
Somewhere deep- very deep- in the recesses of Smurf’s mind there lives a small collective of imaginary muses, deities, friends and other such characters. Usually these muses co-exist, in a utopian-like state, only bothering her with ideas on occasion, resulting in really awesome sketches, paintings, photos, clothes (this girl makes kick-ass Halloween costumes) and even a few children’s stories (Eric’s bratty twin cousins practically beg to hear her bedtime stories, how else do you think we get them into bed?). However, every once in a while these muses become restless and they band together against Smurf causing her much mental anguish, and forcing her to suffer from imagination over-load, effectively turning her brain into mush, and not doing very much to help her already questionable state of mental health. This fic is the result of one such time.
Hello, I’m Smurf (the e-mail address behind the serialhugger collective), and as the previous paragraph has explained, my mind’s creative muses have conspired against me. I haven’t slept well in weeks now, as they’ve been assaulting me constantly with ideas, which refuse to leave my brain. Please forgive me for this piece of patched together randomness. Or, that’s what she would say if she were the one typing out the intro. Then she would probably get in to a conversation with Kankuro (we don’t understand why she likes the dude, but he’s one of her favorite characters so we’ve learned to deal with it), hand out some Oreos, and then do or say something completely random.
And so the story begins…
In the village of Konohagakure there lived many people, there were the various ninjas, the regular civilians, and then there were those characters that had been inserted by numerous fan fiction authors in order to create their even more numerous brainchildren. Needless to say the place was never short on excitement, fluffiness, or any other type of situation the human mind could conceive of. And that suits this story just fine.
Murimatsu Anika had just sold a rather quaint looking house not too far from the ninja academy to a nice young lady. The house was- oddly enough- located so that it was equidistant from everything in the village, which was really quite amazing, as it put it right smack dab in the center of Konoha. Not even the author knows how that happened, and chooses to chalk it up to one of those strange things that could only happen in a fan-fiction universe. The house was moved into the same day it was sold, as the girl’s family was dispersed upon various other fandoms, she would be alone. Kimiko, Shoko, and Amaya, the three eldest sisters, were currently off on their own in the Inuyasha fandom, killing people off for no real reason other than the person who wrote that particular story was very bored at the time of its conception. Which left Umeko, to bother the Sand siblings in a different area of the Naruto-verse, and Mary-Sue to terrorize the village of Konoha, The only other sibling, one Jamesie the cat-girl, along with their mother, Sugar-rush, and their father, Insomnia had yet to attach them selves to any sort of fan fiction.
Mary-Sue’s arrival in the Naruto-verse was treated much the same as any other author inserted character, she was met with a lot of, “Hey I’ve never seen you around before, you must be new here,” type comments, but accepted as a valid participant to the upcoming plot line of some story currently being written by some author out there in the 3-D universe. The innocent inhabitants of the village had no idea that this particular fan creation was acting on her own volition, while her creator was battling futilely against the muses in her head for control of her thought process. As Mary-Sue explored the village, just happening to innocently bump in to every important and some not-so-important character she could manage to stumble across before calling it a day to head back to her newly acquired home and waited for the next day when the fun would begin.