Lena_18

Alena O'Connor is a college student who lives alone in a moderately sized apartment near her campus, which is about fifteen minutes away walking distance. Although she is studying to be a lawyer, forced by the grandparents who were lawyers themselves (her parents had died when she was about a year old or so and lived with her dad's parents), she was an avid reader and writer of many poems and short stories. She even works on a book to publish one day.

Her grandparents never approved of her hobby, always saying she would never be successful with it, but they amused her with one condition, that she put away her fantasies and focus her attention on becoming an excellent lawyer that could and will win every case.

Sometimes, that pressure gets to her and causes her to almost always say no to outings with friends, even when she feels that she really needs it. Her coping mechanism? Writing her problems into poetry and watching anime whenever she gets the time.

Enter the Akatsuki, the saviours she didn't know she needed until they mysteriously appeared through the Earth in the backyard of her apartment complex. 

Oh, and did she mention that no one lived in complex but her? You guessed it, her grandparents own the complex, so they have it all to themselves. Whatever will happen when ten men and a woman of barely twenty two will under the same roof?

Sarcasm and comedy of course!

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Unexpected Guests but totally welcomed

All was still in the darkness of their underground whereabouts. There was no whisper of winds, nor patters of dripping water against the cold stone. It was eerily silent, yet still a welcome companion against the constant noise of the outside world.


They were almost ready. Just a few more adjustments to the blood-drawn seal on the smooth, concrete-like floor.


"All is ready," a soft yet deep voice spoke up after a few minutes, breaking the silence with a double-edged knife. "Good work, Itachi." Another voice spoke up, but was more commanding. He was the leader. "Now," The man with the commanding voice continued, "Take your places and let us begin the ritual. You know your parts, do not disappoint me."


"Fucking Jashin's balls! It's about time we get this party started!" A loud voice cackled. "Agreed, it was becoming quite cumbersome just standing about twiddling our thumbs." A deep, snickering voice added in, as all of the people present, ten in total, got into position around the symmetrical seal, preparing to perform the chakra seals in sync.


"Calm yourselves," The leader spoke up, "There is no time to moan about lost time. The shinobi will be upon us in a matter of minutes. If this ancient jutsu is performed correctly, then our time will slow down long enough to capture the Nine Tail's Jinchuriki." He said as he placed an old scroll into the deep confines of his cloak and brought his hands together to form the starting snake-hand-seal.


The others followed suit and remained closed-lipped as their hands formed the familiar, and some unfamiliar, hand-seals as an astounding speed. No normal eyes would be able to keep up with their hand movements, but the leader kept an eye on all of them, making sure that they were all performing the correct chants and seals.


A minute later, the ritual was completed by all of the members biting deep into their flesh to draw out more blood for the justu to activate. As soon as the last of their blood had touched the floor and joined in with the drawn seal, they immediately noticed that something had gone wrong.


A loud rumble began to flow through the tunnels as the earth cracked and trembled beneath their feet.


"What the fuck is going on?!" The man with the loud voice screeched when he nearly lost his balance. "Did we do something wrong?" A new voice spoke up worriedly, eyeing the ground with his mechanical eye.


"It doesn't matter," A droning voice responded, "We need to get out, the tunnels are beginning to collapse and I sense that the Leaf brats are beginning to-"


His words were cut off as a bright light, coming from the seal, shone through the cave-like room, illuminating every person standing around the seal, each with a different volume of alarm written across their face.


And just as suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness just as the cave collapsed in on itself, the light of the seal taking them with it to a place they never thought could travel to...


The future, several thousand years in their time.


Prologue: The error of power