Emica Kana is 18 years old. She has always loved writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories.
Well, she got her wish.
Emica entered a small writing school that was near a river. Her friend had joined her. But, the teacher had an odd vibe around him. Emica became a little scared of him. She especially became scared when the teacher started to pay more attention to her. One day, when she runs from him, she falls into a world of adventure, risk, and abnormalities. 
But, her teacher is what scares her more than this new world. What secrets and schemes did he use to get her here?

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

Contrary to his expectations, the dramatic discovery he had made did not immediately turn his life into some big, remarkable, chaotic mess. In fact, the entirety of the following day went along the same calm routine as usual—completely undisturbed—as did the day after that.

Which, of course, actually makes perfect sense. Just because he knew that there was a possible doomsday threat looming in the future, doesn't mean anybody else does. Heck, the attack may not even happen for years yet. It's not as though he had a lot to go on when guessing how much time he had: a couple of images drawn by fans couldn't tell him much.

And even if he did know when it would happen, there was even less that he could actually do about it. He'd sound like an absolute lunatic if he tried to tell anybody. Imagine going up to the Hokage—or even some random ninja—with claims that, according to a cartoon in a different dimension, the Nine-Tails would attack the village at an indeterminate time in the maybe-not-so-distant future.

No. Not a good plan.

Honestly, the only person he'd even consider telling would be Minato himself. And given that Axel would still sound crazy, he decided he'd hold off on any warning attempts until he had an explanation less insane than an alternate reality television show.

Of course, though there were no disturbances on the level of village-destruction in his day to day life—thank goodness—there were still the typical excitements. Ninja will be ninja, after all.

Take, for example, the innumerable holes jabbed into the various surfaces in the store from overeager shoppers trying out the throwing knives. He had started leaving the front window open and requesting that, if the knife really needs a test throw, his customers at least spare the building and aim for the log sign out front instead. There were still a few new punctures, though, including one kunai that was now stuck so far in the ceiling Axel doubted he'd ever be able to get it out.

And take, for another example of ninja disruptiveness, the pair of young genin-in-training currently sitting at his kitchen table working on their homework. At least that's what he assumed they were doing—or trying to do, anyway—and even then it's only half true: one of them was working. The other was trying, but he was just a tad too energetic to sit still long enough.

"Obito." No matter how sweet Rin may have sounded, there was still an audible eye roll in her tone: friendly, yes, but there nonetheless. She gently scolded, "You do know that you actually have to do the work for it to get done, right?"

There was a laugh that the boy probably meant to sound confident or reassuring but just ended up being kind of sheepish. "It's fine, no problem!"

Rin gave her teammate a look.

"And, well, it's such a nice day out," Obito continued, trying to deflect, "so, uhm, maybe we could take a break…?

"We can take a break after you finish the first page."

"But—"

"No buts!"

Thinking maybe he should see if he could help help, Axel closed his notebook—setting aside thoughts of doomsday and his sketchy plans for trying to warn people about it—and stood up. He stretched, relieving a number of cricks in his arms and legs from sitting so long at the register without doing anything but scribble down notes.

His moving roused a disgruntled bark from down by his feet, and a petulant dachshund nose peeked up at him from deep under the desk. Dach, who was curled up on an old cushion he'd stuffed under there, had apparently been using one of his human's feet as a pillow.

"Es tut mir leid," Axel apologized quietly.

Dach snorted in maybe-amusement, pawing the bed a few times in preparation for the renewal of his comfortable snooze. But before he could lie down again, something outside caught his attention. The dachshund stared out the window for a long moment, and then, with a huff, he stood and put his front paws up on the windowsill. With a small bark, Dach looked back at Axel in request.

"…Want me to let you out?"

The question got an affirmative wag, so Axel did as he was asked; he scooped up the small dog, leaned out the open window, and deposited him on the grass outside. He stayed there at the window for a minute, a slight breeze ruffling his blond hair.

It really was a beautiful day, both outside and in.

Though it was a bit louder inside, of course. Hearing Obito still trying to distract his studious teammate from their homework assignment—with no success, she absolutely could not be budged—Axel returned to the matter at hand.

"What are you working on?" he asked, joining the kids in the kitchen. "Can I help?"

Obito startled slightly, then flushed pink with embarrassment. "Uh… well… You don't need to…"

"I'm not doing anything else," Axel replied, sitting in the third chair and scooching in to look over the papers scattered across the table. They were apparently working through multiplication and long division worksheets, which meant that he could actually help; he'd have been useless if they were working on history or writing.

"Math?"

"Math," Rin confirmed.

Her papers were mostly done, just missing a couple of questions here or there. In contrast, Obito had only completed the first three problems. The rest of his worksheets were either blank or covered in distracted doodles.

Axel took one of the scrap papers and a pencil, then copied down the unanswered fourth question at the top of the page. It wasn't a hard problem—basically the same as the first three, but with different numbers—so he spun the page toward Obito.

"Show me how to do this."

=X=X=X=

They were still working—maybe halfway done with the whole worksheet—when the bell hanging over the front door gave a cheerful jingle.

"I'll be there soon," Axel called.

"No need to rush."

He didn't recognize the voice, which was somewhat strange; most of his customers lately were regulars, coming by often enough that he almost knew them all by name. After helping Obito through the last step of the problem they were on (and wringing a promise out of him to start the next one), he went back out into the store.

Axel was getting better at telling civilian customers from ninja, and the beautiful woman perusing the shelf of throwing knives was definitely the latter. She had long, straight black hair, and was wearing a simple dark blue dress. It wasn't typical ninja apparel, but it was pretty clear from how she carried herself that she was a ninja.

The fact that she was looking at kunai and not kitchen knives was also a pretty big clue.

"Can I help you?"

She turned to him, frowning thoughtfully, and he was struck by the inexplicable sensation that he should recognize her. There was something about her face—her dark eyes—that seemed very familiar.

Then she smiled, and the moment passed.

"I am looking for a gift for my fiancé," she answered. "When I asked a friend of mine if she had any ideas, she reluctantly recommended your shop."

To be honest, he wasn't sure if he should feel affronted or not.

Apparently reading that from his expression, she quickly added, "Not because she doesn't like your shop, but rather that she doesn't like my future husband."

Having no clue how to respond to such a statement, Axel eloquently replied, "Oh."

"She had only good things to say about you, really," she continued, "even if some of her remarks were confusing at the time." The woman paused, regarded him for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Accurate, but confusing."

"...Thank you?"

She smiled again, glad the misunderstanding had passed, and turned back to the kunai. Carefully trailing a contemplative finger along the sharp edge of a long, oddly shaped throwing knife, she stated, "I haven't seen this style before."

The knife in question was a little over thirty centimeters long—which was at least three centimeters longer than a typical kunai—and it wasn't straight: the blade curved first convex, then concave. It also didn't have much of a handle, making it a weapon purely meant to be thrown.

"It's from far away, back where I'm from."

With a gesture to the knife, she asked, "May I?"

Axel was just surprised she actually asked for permission. "Go ahead."

"How odd," she mused, slowly turning the blade over in her hands. "I imagine this takes a different throwing technique. Less like a dart, perhaps, and more like a shuriken."

That's a point he hadn't even considered, and probably explains why nobody had bought more than one or two of them; purchased more for curiosity rather than utility.

And then, as if to contradict that thought, she said, "Do you sell a set of five?"

"Wirklich?" he blurted out, surprised. "Uh, ich meine… You really want five?"

She blinked at the language change, but did not remark on it. "Perhaps he'll enjoy the challenge," she said instead, smile now just slightly mischievous.

He still thought that deadly knives were a weird gift for a romantic partner, but he shrugged it off. "You'd be the one to know."

"I'm not sure these will fit in a standard pouch," she said, sending a quick look around the store to check. "Do you sell cases as well?"

As a matter of fact, he did. Both Morimoto and Pei had introduced him to people they worked with to keep weapon accessories stocked in their stores, and now he had a few business arrangements of his own. He didn't have many, but he did have some.

"Yes, I'll go get one."

It didn't take him long to find a suitable case, since the box of all his stock was right by the front desk. He had yet to figure out where he was actually going to display them—he had limited shelf space, after all—so that's just where they had ended up.

As he loaded them into the carrier, she asked, "Does this style of knife have a name?"

Axel paused, trying to think if it did; he could recall the name printed on the knife he had used as a model, but he had no idea if that was the type or a brand or what. "I… think it's called 'Bo-Kri'."

"Not 'bokiri'?" she replied, looking amused. "A name like that would suit a weapon thrown like a shuriken."

The word wasn't one he was familiar with, but he assumed it must a descriptor of some sort—maybe a word like 'spinning' or something. He just nodded, as if he got whatever joke had been made.

Then he told her how much it would cost.

"Really?" She sounded pleasantly surprised, which was the typical response. "Are you sure? I was certain it would cost more."

"I've been told that before."

Eyebrows raised, she asked, "And you haven't raised the price?"

"You bothered to come out here." Axel shrugged. "Least I could do."

As he finished the transaction, the woman gave him a very thoughtful look: as if measuring how truthful he was being. That, too, was a typical response.

Less typical was another pause—a glance through the window—just after she had carefully bundled her newly-purchased throwing knives. It was a very brief pause, to be sure, but he still noticed: something outside had momentarily caught her attention.

Just as something had with Dach earlier.

If that kept happening, he'd start thinking he had a stalker or something.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Blacksmith-san," she said. "I'm sure I'll come in again someday."

The bell chimed again as she left.

He sent a suspicious glance out the open window, but ultimately decided it wasn't worth worrying about. After all, fretting about it wasn't going to help—not to mention he wasn't sure what he would be fretting over in the first place. So rather than worry, he just rejoined the two kids in the kitchen.

Both of whom were blankly staring at the front door, looking a bit bamboozled.

"What's wrong?"

"Wasn't that Uchiha-sama?"

Axel frowned. He almost asked how that could be possible, but thankfully caught himself before asking something that stupid. The Uchiha Incident—the massacre—hadn't happened yet. Which was something he'd known ever since he'd first met Obito, but apparently that reality hadn't set in until just then.

Just fantastic. With both that and the Nine-Tails attack, the future seems to be teeming with possible tragedies.

…Maybe he shouldn't joke about that.

Instead, he said, "I don't know, I didn't ask."

"I've only seen her a couple of times," Obito said. "She's engaged to the clan head."

Axel blinked. If she was engaged to the clan head, then that would mean that… her fiancé was the clan head. He wasn't daunted by the fact that the Uchiha clan had been—scratch that, was one of the largest clans in the whole village. What had him struck him was the realization that the woman he had just spoken to was the mother of two rather important characters from the anime.

At least now he had a better idea of when he was; if they weren't married yet, it was a fairly safe bet that neither Itachi nor Sasuke have been born yet.

"…Oh." Axel wasn't quite sure how to react to that. "I'm… going to step outside. Watch the store briefly?"

Before Obito could say anything, Rin stood up. "I will."

When it looked like her teammate was going to protest—he wanted the excuse to stop studying—she gave a pointed look between him and his unfinished worksheets. He slumped in his chair.

"Alright, yeah, I get it," he mumbled, returning to his dreaded work while she went to take her post at the register.

Axel went to his backyard, wanting a bit of fresh air and a break from socializing. Just before he stepped outside, he noticed one thing immediately: Dach was standing in the middle of the yard and staring up at something on top of the house. The next thing he noticed was that the dog looked like he was waiting for something.

The third thing he noticed was a stick, thrown from the roof, that Dach happily chased down.

"I saw that." Axel glanced quickly at the roof, just in time to see a dangling foot hastily pulled out of sight, and added, "I saw that, too."

At least this explains all those distracted glances outside; it turns out that he did have a stalker. And he had a pretty good guess who it was, too.

There was a long pause. Then, almost before he was aware of it, Kakashi had lightly dropped down from the top of his house. To be honest, it kind of surprised him; Axel hadn't expected the kid to actually announce his presence.

In as much as silently appearing could be considered announcing oneself, of course.

Since it didn't seem like the kid was going to say anything, Axel took it upon himself to ask, "Have you been watching me all day?"

Kakashi said nothing, his expression nearly inscrutable behind his mask.

Axel sighed. "I think that's a 'yes'."

After a long moment, Kakashi finally stated, "You're a civilian."

Well, that was a call-back to the first time they had actually met. And it wasn't really an angle Axel had been expecting this conversation to start with—although, to be perfectly honest, he hadn't really known what to expect.

"Yeah?" he replied, somewhat questioningly. "Last I checked, anyway. Why?"

The kid didn't answer directly, and instead opted for another straight remark. "Just… some average guy."

So long as nobody counted accidentally ending up in an apparently-not-fictional universe after being hit by a truck, of course. And, given nobody should know that particular fact, nobody should know to count it.

Axel just nodded, waiting to see where this was headed.

At that point, Dach returned with the now-slightly-more-chewed-on stick. The conversation was put on pause as the dog carefully considered the two humans. Then, apparently judging that Kakashi was indeed the superior stick-thrower of the two, the dachshund trotted over to the boy.

Kakashi seemed pleased—as evident by the fact that his expression didn't change at all. His face being half covered by a mask certainly didn't help when it came to decoding emotions, but Axel had an inexplicable hunch. The boy threw the stick off to the farthest corner of the yard, and it jammed upright in the dirt.

"…I don't get it."

It was said softly, barely above a whisper. If Axel had to guess, he'd say he probably wasn't supposed to hear it at all. So he thought it prudent to pretend he hadn't.

"Any reason for the questions?" he asked at last, having failed at coming up with something more productive to say.

Kakashi glared at him, but after another moment he seemed to deflate into himself slightly. More loudly this time, he repeated, "I don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

He looked away, watching Dach struggling to free the stick from where it was stuck in the ground. "Why are you friends with Minato-sensei?"

Axel considered the question seriously. There were plenty of reasons why he might want to be friends with him—not least of all that Minato is just a good guy—but in the end, well: "Do I need a reason?"

"…Nevermind."

Before Axel could add anything else, the other half of the conversation vanished.

"Ninja," he grumbled to himself. Still, he did address the possibly-empty air one last time. "Thanks for playing with Dach. When you two are done, you can come in if you want."

Having said what he wanted to say—as unexpected as the whole encounter had been—Axel went back inside. Though he did leave the door open, just in case.

"How's it going?" he asked, seeing the baleful look Obito was giving his homework.

"Urrrgh…"

A splendid reply.

Taking a seat and grabbing a pencil, Axel got back to helping the boy work through the question he'd gotten stuck on. Rin rejoined them when she heard all the talking going on, and together they did their level best to get Obito through the worksheets.

And after a few minutes, the door to the backyard clicked shut. This was followed by a pattering of dog paws… and a quiet set of footsteps.

Rin's eyes went wide with surprise.

"Oh hey, Kakashi," Obito said, too caught up in glaring at his math to really register the unusual-ness in the fact that his third teammate was actually present. It fully processed after a few seconds, and he jerked his head up in surprise. "Wait, Kakashi?!"

The white-haired boy just rolled his eyes. "I could hear you guys from outside. You're going to need all the help you can get."

Since Minato had never actually taken back the chairs he had lent him, there were still seats around the table. Kakashi sat down, ignoring the continued surprise of his team, and tapped a finger to one of the math problems.

"You forgot to add the one."

Translations:
"Es tut mir leid." = "Sorry."
"Wirklich? Uh, ich meine… = "Really? Uh, I mean…"
"…'bokiri'?" = "…'blurry'?"
"Blacksmith-san." = "Kajiya-san.

Not my novel, it is a remix of an existing novel called When time stands still by Jedi Sapphire 

The link is 
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/1610499/1/When-Time-Stands-Still

the author if this remix is by DripDipGoofball a member of a private chat group where ppl make remix of their favorite fanfictions.

Again I DO NOT OWN JACKSHITE.

I AM NOT MAKING ANY BLOODY MONEY.

DO NOT BITCH AND MOAN TO ME.

I AM UPLOADING IT HER ME SO I CAN LISTEN TO IT VIA AUDIOBOOK.

IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, DO NOT READ IT AND MOVE ON.

It was the same every year. Artie would make calls and try to find out what everyone's plan was for the holiday season. With everyone spread out across the nation, the only tradition old Artie was seeing every year was excuses. It hadn't always been this way. There used to be a time when all the kids and grand kids would trip over each other to spend the holidays at his big house. Those were the good old days when his wife was still around. Before her passing, she would often joke that everyone was really there to see her and not him. Turns out her jokes were quite accurate because when his lovely wife of fifty years succumbed to cancer, everyone stopped showing up for Christmas. Artie just assumed the first year was too tough because the first holiday was less than a few months after her passing and it might have been too soon. He let it slide and thought nothing of it. But now it had been seven years and not a single kid or grand kid had sat down at the massive table in his dining room to break bread with him on his savior's birthday.

     It wasn't like some of his kids didn't have good excuses. David was a surgeon and he spent his holidays working in free clinics to help those who couldn't afford health insurance. While it was admirable from a distance, deep down Artie knew that was a shield to protect David from criticism, something he did often to deflect negative things being said about him. Sorry I missed that play I never wanted to see, but I was too busy saving lives. It was like playing chess with a grand master. Even though you knew what game was being played you still had no chance of winning.

     There were the kids who had no excuses. Kim was a stay at home mom with four rug rats that Artie wanted to spoil endlessly. Yet instead of taking him up on offers of free babysitting and weekend to spend with her husband, he was rejected every time he reached out to spend time when them.

     Next was Richard, who was larger than life. Living what was his childhood dream, Richard was a professional baseball player. Making millions to play a game most people would do for free, he was also able to fly anywhere at a moment's notice but still had no time for his old man. Whenever they would talk on the phone, they would talk about all things baseball and nothing else. It was the one bridge they had left but Artie was sad that he wasn't closer to Richard beyond that. He couldn't be prouder of his son, but lately he had been living up to his name and was a real dick to his old man.

     Then there was Malcolm. Professor at an esteemed university and all round know it all. Malcolm never came for Christmas dinner because Artie never invited him. They were like oil and vinegar and fought every time they shared the same air. His youngest child also knew exactly how to push his buttons as if it were a secret talent that only he possessed. His wife would laugh at how good they were at setting each other off; it was like watching synchronized swimming she often said. He missed her more than ever, especially now that he had spent every holiday alone since her passing.

     This wasn't the way Artie wanted to spend his last years, alone every Christmas and only cooking for one. The previous year, Artie decided to do something different and didn't even invite any his kids over. He gave everyone the same treatment that was usually reserved for Malcolm and nothing changed and he got the same cards and postcards in the mail and nothing more. His attempt at reverse psychology was a complete and utter failure, epic as his grand kids would tell him.

     As the next holiday season approached, Artie had finally decided that he wasn't going to take it anymore. This year he was prepared to fight them tooth and nail to get what he wanted. Artie paused for a moment and thought about what that meant. What kind of dinner would he have if all of them had to be dragged in there kicking and screaming against their will? Artie knew that he would have to be more creative if he was going to have the happy holiday he missed so much. He had considered writing them all out of his will if they didn't show up this year. That was an empty threat because he didn't have that much left over and two out of four kids were millionaires. It was going to take some real trickery to get them all at the table this year but he was determined to make it happen.

     Even if it was the last thing he ever did...

All Artie Jackson wanted was the whole family to be home for Christmas. Be careful what you wish for...

Class ended. Homework was simple: practice what was taught today and come up with a few examples of your own using vocabulary you learned from Netflicks.

But there was one thing.

Teachers aren't miracle workers. To make wine, we need grapes and not just water. Not that I was going to make wine, but you get the point.

I needed access to textbooks and worksheets if I was going to teach these kids, I mean elves, properly.

Although usually students aspired to become more than Netflicks addicted NEETs.

After class, all the elves left. Other than Elisa. She stayed behind. Because I asked her to.

She sat on my desk, leaning back, her hands supporting her.

I said, "Elisa, it's extremely rude for a student to sit on a teacher's desk."

She said, "But there is just something so inviting about a large open desk."

She stretched. Her skirt rode up her legs.

…

I'll tell her about uniform standards later. In fact I should tell all the elves about proper student attire. But right now there was something else I needed to ask her.

"Elisa, how did you get the laptop for Netflicks access?"

"I told you before, right? We opened a portal to your world and took it as an artifact."

"Do you think you can open that portal again?"

"Why?"

"I need to go back to my world."

Elisa looked at me. Her expression changed.

"Why?" she asked.

I pointed at the blackboard.

I said, "There's only so much I can teach you elves without any teaching materials. I need to go back to my world to get textbooks and study guides."

Elisa looked at me like she didn't believe me. "Are you trying to run away?"

"Should I be?"

"Hnghh..." She pouted and averted her eyes. A moment of silence. She sighed. "For now, I've exhausted my magic. It'll take some time before I can open a portal large enough for you to step through."

Damn it. I guess there was no way of getting access to anything. I'll have to create all the worksheets on my own. That is going to be so much work. I'd file a complaint at the Ministry of Education, but in this world, I am the Ministry of Education.

Elisa said, "There is another way for you to access information from your world."

"How?"

She opened her knapsack and pulled out a laptop.

She said, "This is the laptop we extracted from your world."

By 'extracted' she means stole. But I didn't correct her.

She said, "I've managed to maintain a tiny portal for Wi-Fi access. You could use that to get books?"

My mouth was wide open. Of course! How could I forget? With the Internet, I would have access to all the teaching materials in the world!

I took the laptop. But something felt odd. Not with the laptop. But with the elves.

A laptop in this world was an alien object. A keyboard with around 100 keys, each of them marked with strange symbols. A complicated layout. No obvious universal indicator for a power button.

"Elisa, how did you elves figure out how to use a laptop?"

I placed it on the table so that she could show me.

She said, "We pressed every button until the screen turned on. After some trial and error, we opened something called Internet Explorer."

"And then what did you do?"

"Download Google Chrome."

I guess even elves didn't want to use IE.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a person in possession of a laptop, must be in want of downloading Google Chrome.

Elisa opened Chrome and showed me how they accessed Netflicks.

I took the laptop from her.

First I wanted to find out whom this laptop originally belonged to. A man or a woman?

Only one way to find out.

I opened the Frequently Visited tab.

Elisa said, "Ehh~~ Kurata-sensei~~ What is this?"

She pointed at a bookmark of a website with an orange logo that had some big fat black letters on it. A website every man in my world knows all too well.

She said, "Can we click on that? It looks interesting."

"We most certainly cannot click on that."

I looked through the other Frequently Visited pages. This laptop definitely belonged to a guy.

I said, "Thank you Elisa for showing me this. I can use this to prepare future lessons."

There was another matter to attend to.

"Elisa, where will I be staying? I don't have a home in your world."

Elisa smiled. "Don't worry! I've thought of that."

She took my hand and led me into the forest. Moments later we were back at her tree house.

"Kurata-sensei! You'll be staying with me!"

*My only regret is that I have but one lifetime to give to video games.*

Kurata Seiji is an English teacher. He has taught many students. But he has never taught elves. Until now. 

Kurata-sensei is summoned (read: kidnapped) to another world by Elisa. Why? Because she and other elves want to learn English. Why? Because they discovered a magical thing called Netflicks. 

He is tasked with teaching a class of elves. And he discovers that every elf has become hopelessly addicted to the Internet, Netflicks and video games. These elves need much more than just an A in their exams. They need some basic life lessons. 

Can Kurata-sensei go above and beyond the call of duty?

Once Sylvic is done writing the letter, he motions with his hand to follow and I follow suite. We leave the room and go past the rows of beds to the front lobby. This room has a desk with the nurse that cried on my shoulder hours ago behind it. She has recollected herself and is writing on a clipboard. There is a sign in sheet on the desk. I look around at the room, there are some wood chairs, a few windows, and a sign that says, "Please wait to be called for."
  Sylvic said, "I'm heading home for the day." 
The nurse replied, "Ok, have a good day Mr. Johnson and..." she looks at me, so I just wave. "Mr. Johnson, do you plan on taking him with you?" She points at me. 
   "Yes, is there an issue with that?" He responds, sounding confused. The nurse, sounding slightly less confused, responds, "Did you forget you need to sign him out?" Sylvic looks dumbstruck, and I try to contain a snicker. "My bad Jasmine, I totally forgot."
   'So Jasmine is the nurses name, interesting. I will keep that in mind if I ever talk to her again.'
  He walks over and signs me out, I glance to look and they had me written in as purple haired kid, 'How creative. I guess they had to put something in though while I was unconscious. Speaking of....'
  I look at Sylvic, "So how long was I unconscious for?" He looks at me and scratches his head, "Two days if I'm right...." "TWO DAYS?!?" 'Why was I unconscious for two days! The lord knows how long I was unconscious before then! I could have been killed, system doesn't know crap about sending people to this world.'
  All of a sudden I hear, "You coming Kurayami?" I snap out my thoughts. "Coming!" And I run towards the door. As I leave I'm greeted by what I assume to be the Middle Ages, there are log houses one story tall lined up in a row with smoke coming from each chimney, and there is snow.  Snow is slowly falling from the sky, without a care in the world just to land on another till they land on a mound. I look around just to see plains upon plains of snow. I stick my tongue out to catch a snowflake just for it to be blown away from my breath. It looks like a scene from a fairytale. I see a few elves, orcs,dwarves, beast men, and people walking the sidewalks of the streets.
  The world was like a something from my dreams. "Woooooooooow!" Sylvic smiled, seeing his new kid in awe. He grabs my hand, we turn left and we start walking down the sidewalk. The streets are quiet except for the steps others make in the snow. 
   We eventually make it to a two story building made of stone. Lights dance in the windows figures moving in the building. We walk up the steps and he takes a set of keys out from his pocket. He puts them in and turns them till a click sounds from the lock.
  We enter and as he closes the door behind him, I hear a click, I turn around and see a small circle on the lock. My eyes go wide as I realize something, it automatically locked when the door closed! I turn around to see a hallway at the end I see what I assume to be the kitchen and dining room, to my left, I see a room with wool furniture surrounding a small coffee table. The walls have wallpaper of green and yellow stripes. Then I realize something. As a healer, he must be pretty well off and this scene confirms it. 
  From the presumed to be kitchen, I hear a voice come from that sounds mature yet feminine and kind. "Honey? You finally home?" I look at Sylvic and he responds swift and kind voice but one that demands urgency. "Yeah, I am here, and I need to talk to you about something." When he finishes his sentence, a female elf sticks her head out from the kitchen. She has smooth and delicate features, blond hair, and bright blue eyes. 
  She looks at her husband and then looks at me and she then rush's from the kitchen wearing a kitchen apron. She is wearing a yellow sweater, black cloth pants, and blue shoes. She then looks at her husband curiously. 
   "Who is this young boy?" He answers with a stern tone that shows his will won't be moved. "This is Kurayami, the newest member of our family." I just wave shyly. His wife is around 5'5 ft tall and looks average in weight, similarly built to her husband but less muscle, more curves, and lighter skin.
  She gives him a look, as if to say, we will discuss this later. Sylvic points to the couch and asks kindly, "Could you please sit on the couch and wait while I call the other kids down?" I nod, understanding that he is in the dog house now, making the call to adopt me on the spot.
   'He seems to make decisions on the spot without thinking of the consequences. I'm glad he chose to take me in but he didn't think of what the backlash that might incur. Definitely spontaneous.'
  I'm brought back from my thoughts when I hear Sylvic yell, "Kids, come down, there is someone you need to meet!" I hear doors open and multiple feet coming down the steps.

After an unknown amount of time, a soul got to reincarnate into a fantasy realm with it’s own choice of abilities and looks. Watch as he goes through a life as powerful as can be in this world. This is a hobby and not professional work so please bare with me while I try my best to make this book a good one.

Alan had lots of work on Sunday hence he kept himself busy in the study room as two girls and two boys created a hell lot of mess in the living hall fighting with each other to decide the picnic spot for next weekend followed by Aria teaching them a few subjects clearing their doubts.
When Alan went downstairs, Aria was beating Rian for not understanding a simple problem even after the eighth time because his mood was on his mobile flirting with a girl.
All greeted Alan and Aria treated him as invisible like previous days.
When Aria wasn't there, Noah pushed a school gossip to Alan when he sat down holding a tab. "Brother Alan, from the day you took care of Arrie in front of all, there are rumors in school that the Prince stole our Goddess."
Aria was drinking water from the bottle walking towards the living hall, choked on it, and coughed very badly until she ended up moistening her eyes. 
Eva tended to her controlling her smile, Alan kept his eyes on Aria's red face until she calmed down and chased Noah for tittle-tattling.
"Noah, are you a man? Why are you gossipping nonsense?"
Eva and Rian were rolling on the floor hearing Noah but all froze hearing Alan's question even though he knew the answer, "Who are the prince and the goddess?"
Aria coughed lightly and took a vase to her hand threatening her friends to keep their mouth shut which was successful but Alan answered his question making three to roll on the floor.
"I'm the prince and President Cooper is the goddess. So I stole President Cooper."
Aria gritted her teeth but didn't care to look at him whose gaze was on her. "You three, don't come to me asking for my help. Go to your Livid Prince. Hmph."
Rian was the only one who dared to continue laughing even after seeing dark-faced Alan. The other two lowered their heads and sat quietly.
Fuming Alan left for the study room soon.
After dinner, Noah and Eva left soon. Tired Rian went to his room. Aria sat in her room trying to learn Chemistry equations and formulae...
When Alan exited study around half-past ten, he saw her room lights brightly lit hence went ahead and knocked on the door to see the complete bed had many books and worksheets.
Aria was sitting and bent forward keeping her head on the bed. "Aunty Lilly! I will flunk in chemistry. Do you know chemistry? Dumb Rian can't…" Aria who spoke and raised her head thinking the housekeeper entered to give her warm milk paused seeing Alan who was crossing his arms looking at her state.
It was difficult for her to identify what he was thinking. She sat straight and ignored him continuing to understand chemical formulae.
Alan thought she would ask him but she didn't. 'I'm her guardian.' He told himself and tidied her bed before sitting next to her. "Which one aren't you understanding?"
Aria didn't want to talk but she had to respond to send him off, "Young master Morgan, I will manage. You have worked all day, you should go and rest."
Alan remained calm, "I meant it when I said I'm there for you." He paused purposefully seeing her change in expression before continuing, "Which one are you facing difficulties?"
Aria bit her lip and handed the chemistry book, "Dad had taught me the first chapter. After that, I don't understand anything."
Alan peeked at her before breaking into a smile, "So your weak subject is chemistry."
Aria nodded.
Alan started from the second chapter and taught her patiently answering all questions and doubts. 
He had taught Rian a few times but he never got any questions or doubts as he only read for writing exams whereas he got numerous questions from her which he had to note down aside if he didn't know the answer.
Seeing him write questions aside, Aria clarified, "I didn't mean to question your intelligence by my questions. They are just my doubts." She didn't want Alan to get offended like teacher Bell.
He rubbed her head fondly as he responded, "I know. Now do this."
Aria nodded and continued to study. She was understanding easily when Alan explained which almost made her ask him to teach her chemistry whenever he could but she didn't say.
Alan didn't feel bored or irritated teaching her as she understood quickly. Instead, he was enjoying teaching her.
Both didn't notice the time until Aria had yawned a few times and said drowsily, "I'm sleepy."
Seeing her half-closed eyes, he hummed and took books and worksheets to keep on the study table. He arranged the books neatly taking his own time. When he turned to see Aria, she was leaning on the headrest and dozed off waiting for him to leave.
He checked the time to realize it was two. He laid her down carefully and tucked in before he turned off the lights and went to his room.
He found the solution to her question before he slept.
***
The trio was having breakfast when Amelia and Rowan entered the mansion calling Aria, "Arrie… Arrie..."
Aria dabbed her lips before giving a cheeky smile to Rian to tease him. She went ahead and hugged Amelia who was happy seeing her smiling. Rowan hugged her by the shoulder as they exchanged pleasantries.
Rian grimly looked at his parents, "Do you guys even know you have sons? Now I doubt that you must have picked me from somewhere."
Amelia, Rowan, and Aria laughed looking at jealous Rian. Aria suggested, "Uncle Rowan, how about throwing your sons out? We three can have fun."
Alan knew she was joking so he didn't take it seriously but what Amelia said made him think what Rian said, "Alan is running away from here. This crazy son can be thrown out, don't worry."
Aria was laughing when Rian twisted her hand back without really using any strength, "Little Devil, I will teach you a lesson today." He pushed her out as they bid them and hopped in the car.
Amelia and Rowan settled on the couch sighing themselves. "I was very scared about Arrie, now we can be worry-free. This child! I hope she isn't hiding her pain under her smiles."
Rowan patted his wife's shoulder. "Let's see how it goes on."
Amelia nodded, "When are you planning to ask Arrie about what Dad told us?"
"Not so soon. She is still very young." Rowan brushed off the topic. They had breakfast and went to bed due to exhaustion.
In the car, Aria felt like Alan had split personality disorder. Because he was gentle and amiable while teaching, from the time she thanked him in the morning when he gave her the answers to the questions, he was grim.
'Thank you so much Young master Morgan for teaching me.' was what she said after seeing him in the morning.


"You jerk! How dare you? Just because you are my guardian and I have nobody to ask, did you think, you can take advantage of me? I thought you stand on high morals..."

Rian turned Aria towards him not quietly understanding what was going on. Amelia and Rowan were in the same state.

"Arrie! What happened? Did brother do something? Why are you angered so much?" He sounded very concerned.

Alan leaned on his room door frame thinking what would be her answer.

...

Aria's mouth was wide open in shock. 'Sh*t! This man really has a mental illness. How can he forget so soon?'

It vexed her more and wrung her hand to punch but Alan held her hand twirled her before pressing her back on him.

"Young Miss Cooper! Mind your hand." He said loudly and whispered, "If you wanted more, you should have asked me."

--- *** ---

This is an original story.

I do not intend to keep this book long or dragging things unnecessarily. So give it a try, Thank you ^_^

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Authors POV.
It was Lily's first day at her new job...being a high school teacher, she was going to teach freshmen which is obviously 9th graders, she was given the opportunity to teach at the most richest school in America, Royal Ever garden her salary is 100,000 a month and if she does great she get a bonus. 

"I can't wait to meet my students, not only that I wonder how they will act"

She walked in the room behind the principal she could hear people guessing who she was like 'is she an exchange student' 'her parents are probably really rich to have gotten her in this class' but little did they know all there guesses were wrong.

"Silence everyone, I have an important announcement! Ms.Lily here will be your new Homeroom teacher"

The class was silent for a while until everyone started going in shock mode, the principal left Lily in the room to fend for herself.

"Everyone could you please quiet down, I'll explain everything to you"

They all went silent and had their full attention on her

"My name is Lily Wilson, I'm 15 years old I'm your new homeroom teaches, I graduated college and skip lots of grades, that's basically all that's to it"

"Are you rich?" 

She looked at the direction that the voice came from and responded with a smile

"No, actually i grew up in a poor household, my dad left our family when I was four and my mom has been raising my brother and sister and I while working three jobs a day."

"Wow, Ms.Wilson I didn't think you would tell us your personal life!"

"Ah..please don't call me Ms.Wilson you can just call me Lily. Now it's my first time teaching a class so if I'm doing something wrong let me know, I want to make this the best of the best class, so I can brag and tell those teacher that you all aren't as useless as they say you are. Anyways enough about me I'll call roll" 

She calls roll and everyone is there in class.

"...That's right, I was told that everyone of you guys are failing the only reason your in this class is because of your parent's influences."

"Aren't you scared that we'll tell our parents that you said that?"

"No, I'm sure every parent does not want their kids to fail, now I'm going to give everyone worksheets, if you don't do the worksheet...I'll beat the hell out of you...I'm sure no one wants that so do your worksheet"

She hands everyone a worksheet but one guy wouldn't take the worksheet

"What's your name?"

"...Why do you want to know"

"That's Chase don't worry about him no one really likes how arrogant he is!"

Someone called out in the middle area of the class she looked around for a few seconds and looked back at Chase

"Let me honest with you chase…"

She places her hands on his table leaning close to him

"I don't care who your parents are or how they influence this school, but I know one thing you will take this paper and complete the assignment"

"Are you...trying to seduce me?"

She face palms herself

"I would rather seduce an egg, than you!"

Everyone laughed, she could tell he felt embarrassed he only showed it a little, she placed his paper on his table and sat at her desk. She started looking through their grade average and they were worse than she thought.

"Ms.Lily what are you doing?"

Axel the playboi asked while leaning back in his chair 

"None of your business"

"I'll pay you if you tell me what your doing"

She looks up at him and gets from her seat, she walks to him and grabs him by his shirt 

"I'm not those teachers who you can just pay money to, that also means if you fail a test don't think money will solve it"

She lets go of his shirt a few minutes later the bell rings everyone placed their sheets on her desk and left to go home.

"Who knew kids were so difficult to handle,(Stretches arm in air)  guess it's time to check their work."

Before going home she graded all their work, about an hour and half of grading 30 kids work she walked home, ate dinner, and went to sleep.

A 15 year old girl has already graduated college at a early age, she graduated with a degree in teaching. She teachers at the most Richest school in America and gets paid about $100,000 a month and if she does a good job she'll get bonuses ( you won't get paid this much in RL) 

Class: 1-A
Grade: 9th
Age: 15
Graduated college: 14
Siblings: A twin sister and a Older brother

*1 Year After Chapter 25*

Mizuki awoke to the sound of a frantic pounding at his door. Rolling over to check the time Mizuki noticed that it was 7:15.

A seemingly normal time to wake up for 8 am classes but much to early for Mizuki. 

Anko: "Oi Mizuki, I didn't dump ice water on you today. Open the door."

Mizuki could only sigh to himself as he opened the door to see a certain purple haired kunoichi staring back at him. 

As soon as he opened the door a crack, Anko burst in and started walking around the place like it belonged to her.

Anko: "So, what's for breakfast?"

Mizuki: "I don't know, instant noodles or something"

Anko made a weird face as he brought up his choice of meal before shaking her head and pulling out a bag containing different ingredients.

Anko" "Honestly, your a great cook yourself, why didn't you just make something yourself? whatever, consider this my treat"

She laughed as she shooed him away from the kitchen and called for him to get ready.

Mizuki quickly showered and got himself ready before changing and walking into the kitchen to see what she made.

{Is this technique weird? We are just friends right?  Ya totally. No way she would see me as anything else}

With a confident nod to himself, Mizuki arrived at the kitchen to see what Anko had made, and he was not disappointed. 

Anko loved eating dumplings so much that she actually had one of her shadow clones working under a dumpling chef, absorbing his skills like a sponge. 

And whilst she was still not a master in her craft yet, she was damn near close. 

Both: "Itadakimasu"

In seemingly an instant, all of the dumplings were gone; devoured by the two companions.

As soon as they finished, Anko turned to Mizuki and asked him a question

Anko: "Do you know what day it is?"

Mizuki: "No?"

Anko sighed as she looked towards her best friend. Shaking her head she lunged forward and quickly gave him a hug.

(A/N: YA! A HUG! A FUCKING HUG! EAT THAT!)

Anko: "In that case let me be the first to wish us both a happy graduation day"

Mizuki and Anko then looked at one another and burst out into laughter as she backed away. 

{That was a damn good hug, why is she blushing though? Must be the lighting.}

However, fate appeared to be somehow after Mizuki as he glanced at the clock only to notice the time; 7:58.

Mizuki: "Hey Anko"

Anko: "Ya?"

Mizuki could only bring himself to point to the clock. 

Noticing his hand, Anko turned her head only to see the time.

Anko "Oh Shit!"

Without so much as a single second of delay, both of the ninjas-to-be body flickered as they desperately tried to make it to class on time. 

Mizuki and Anko were able to burst through the door and get to their seats just as the teacher appeared.

The teacher appeared just as boring as always, with his classic neutral expression. He had a stack of papers in his right hand; the graduation tests. 

The teacher started to ramble instructions about how to write the test and went on and on for what seemed like forever. 

Somehow, Anko had fallen asleep during his explanation and she was leaning against Mizuki's shoulder.

Mizuki felt himself nearly slip into the temptations of sleep as well before snapping himself out of it upon hearing the teacher rap up his explanation and start handing out the tests. 

After quickly and discreetly waking Anko up and receiving his test Mizuki read it over only to be incredibly surprised. It was just so easy.

Mizuki: {That's it? How the Fuck did somebody fail this test three times?!}

Out of the assigned hour given to them, Mizuki was able to perfectly answer the test in just shy of five minutes.

After finishing his test, Mizuki glanced around only to notice that his entire friend group had finished the test just as quickly as he had.

Even people who didn't seem like the academic type on the show like Guy or Obito were able to brush through the test no problem thanks to Shisui forcing them to do worksheets. 

{Ah. those were good times. Obito's reactions when doing the worksheets were always hilarious}. 

Mizuki then decided to take a nap, there was quite a bit of time left in the class after all. 

Mizuki glanced at Anko who let out a smirk as they both nodded, coming to an agreement without even uttering a word. 

They both leaned against one another and used each other for support so that they could nap more comfortably. 

Mizuki awoke to the sound of the bell, announcing the end of the writing period of the test, and unfortunately, Mizuki's nap. 

Next up was the practical test. 

The children were called in one at a time, by their last names. After what felt like forever, Mizuki was called up last, having no known surname whatsoever. 

Instructor: Alright, so can you demonstrate the clone jutsu

Mizuki nodded as he quickly and seamlessly welded the hand signs for the clone jutsu. 

Without any sound of a screaming child and a puff of smoke, Five clones of Mizuki appeared behind him. 

The Instructor was clearly impressed although he must have seen better already that day as he was not to shaken. 

{I thought we agreed to be low-key. What the hell did the others do?}

The Instructor than directed Mizuki to where he could choose what type of headband he wanted where he then chose the standard brand instead of the Old Mizuki's traditional bandana. 

Mizuki walked outside with his headband in his hand, not tied around his head yet. After glancing around and noting who passed and failed, Mizuki then went back to his seat and glanced at Anko who also had a light smirk on her face. 

After waiting for the bell to let out, Mizuki met up with his entire friend group as they all left for Ichiraku to celebrate. There was never any doubt that they would all pass after all. 

Teuchi was nice enough to put everything on the house that night as a celebration, although Mizuki felt bad about how much he probably ended up draining the man's wallet and so left a generous tip. 

However, Mizuki started to feel Deja Vous as everybody packed up for the night and he saw that Anko was discreetly waiting for him. 

Mizuki: "Hey Anko, whats up?"

Anko: "Um Mizuki?....Could You do me a favour?"

Mizuki: "Alright, Sure."

Anko then brought her headband out of her pocket.

Anko: "Can you tie this for me?"

Mizuki nodded and reassured her with a gentle smile as he approached her and tied her headband for her, not realizing that she had not tied it yet especially so he could do it for her. 

A trivial gesture in the grand scheme of things but one that a twelve year old believed to be incredibly significant. 

Mizuki realized that his headband hadn't been tied yet either and asked her to do the same for him.

Naturally, she obliged as she tied his headband beautifully. Although the significance of this action went over Mizuki's head. 

(A/N: And that's how they did their "first time" ;))

Without much more to say, Mizuki and Anko said goodbye to one another as they went back to their respective houses and fell asleep. 

*The Next Day*

Mizuki's morning was incredibly similar to his last one. With Anko coming into his apartment and hanging out with him (Although sadly, she did not cook) and then they both frantically ran for the academy just barely making it in time. 

Mizuki was a little sad, knowing that his days at the academy were over. There was an actual war going on and he would have to fight in it or risk losing those who he held closest. 

He would almost miss the place. Almost.

The teacher arrived by body flickering into the room with a puff of smoke, with a list in hand. 

Seemingly acting as if the day was like any other, he read out the teams that they would be in.

...Obito, Rin, Kakashi....

...Guy, Ebisu, Genma...

Mizuki's ears perked up though as he heard Shisui's team, as this part had not been in the anime. 

Shisui will join Hayate Gekko and Itachi Uchiha from the class below. 

(A/N: yes I know hayate technically isn't in that year but I don't think it affects cannon if I bring him up to that year and I need somebody on this team)

Finally, After what felt like forever Mizuki finally heard the team he was a part of.

Idate will join Mizuki and Anko Mitarashi to form Team 5.

Mizuki shivered as he glanced around. Mizuki faintly remembered Idate as the character that would eventually become kabuto's sensei, although that's not what he was worried about.

(A/N: Had to give the guy a name, so I just chose a random one)

Anko: "Yay! We get to be on the same team Mizuki!"

Mizuki smiled at her as he pretended to be just as excited.

Mizuki had no problem with being on the same team as Anko, if anything it made him happier.

But he knew something from the future. That his future "sensei" would virtually torture her and now possibly him if he wasn't careful.

Although, this also presented opportunity.

After all, his research probably yielded countless new and powerful jutsu. Forbidden or Not.

Mizuki sighed as he thought of him, although they hadn't met yet he knew that this man may be his greatest enemy or his greatest ally. And he couldn't figure out which.

Orochimaru.




-End Volume 1-

"Yes! I reincarnated in Naruto! I wonder what kind of unique kekkei genkai or hiden my clan has?"

"Eh? Why am I HIM oh no, nononono, God Damnit, Why did I reincarnated as the tutorial boss?!"

How Will the Fate of the Naruto World Change when the soul of a weeb reincarnates into one of it's most useless characters?

Read on and Find out!

Current Release Rate: 1chap/day.

Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto Series, nor any of the characters who inhabit it. 

I'm writing this just for fun and am also a first time author, so expect some mistakes and please be patient with me!

*Note: The Novel is currently undergoing a rewrite of the first volume. The changes are mainly gramatical, although some minor plot elements will be changed or removed in order to close plot holes and enhance the experience. 

The edits will take eight days, and are expected to be finished by July 7th. 

Until then, releases will be coming at a rate of roughly 1 chapter per 2 to 3 days. 

Thanks for your patience!

A fiber of connection from miles away...



Our places on this earth are divided by oceans setting us apart from one continent to another. Several countries speaking several languages to understand each other. People with several cultures and beliefs. Different personalities and opinions.

In this chaotic world, we live in called real life we search for a place to escape from that reality. To be accepted as who or what we are. We have found that in the music we sing. In the books, we read. In the movies we watch. In the places, we travel and visit. Everywhere in which we get inspiration to face reality head-on.

We write stories or poems to inspire others, reading the words we weave from our own world. For some of us, it is simply an escape from reality into a world in which we can use our imaginations to dream make-believe or to live our secret fantasies or just plain be creative.

Getting on the web gives us more ways to share and get connected to other people with the same kind of thinking from across the ocean. Some of the people we meet along the way give us reasons to smile again. It's where we become friends, get to know them well, and get so close that we even trust them enough to share our own greatest fears.

I was a living a kind of living death when I found solace here on Stories Space. A place to write, camouflaging my hatred and sadness from myself when I was reading all the poetry and fictional fantasies created by the writers. I found another escape from reality and indulged in reading.

My feelings from my own troubles in life had made me feel so empty that only through laughter and reading could I be free and somewhat whole again.

I made my own heaven in purgatory.

A friend told me to write down all of my pains and troubles in poems or stories. Another friend of mine told me to be fierce in my poetry writing. I found friends who helped me give my own life a reason to continue living again through writing.

Writing makes me calm every time my mind gets into a panic mode. The pains and the fears of the unknown are my muses for writing.

When I met someone who understood me and made me feel needed and loved my poetry changed its tune. It made me think of happy thoughts. I got inspired by the things I saw and the happy memories of my childhood that I could write about.

Painful memories and realities were always there and so I wrote about them from time to time.

When that someone left me I continued writing. The same inner muse I had gained I used to keep on writing.

Then, out of nowhere, I got to know you. I became happy again. This time I got even more inspired and more creative, experimenting with my writings.

I set aside my shyness and reservations to write creatively. I still can't overcome some of my shyness and reservation but I am blooming, inspired by you.

You became my muse.

The man in the moon. The stars in my darkest hours. When at night I can't sleep thinking of you calms me to sleep.

The sunshine after the heavy storm. Where all the dead trees come to life again. That keeps me warm when everything gets chilly.

My own little heaven in my real life purgatory.

Writing...

Rune's Prose & Poetries

LUCID DREAMS

my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands...

it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose...

These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter.

WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
RuneMcGrey
Copyright©2014-present

All writings remains MEG Cabingan a.k.a. RuNe also known as runemcgrey's property.
Don't use it for any other purposes without her permission.

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