Chapter 29 - My SI Stash #29 - Bond Breaker by shadenight123 (Multiverse Cross) (1/2)

-I've completely fallen in love with this author, so I'll probably put up 3 of his works... (this the 2nd one of his work)

An SI Multiverse Cross, Shade starts in Naruto and he'll become his teacher! The first few chapters are kind of slow but it does pick up after!

Sypnosis: SI Story. Travelling through dimensions is meant to be a fun thing, not a blood-curling experience of angst and despair. Then again, we've already seen it all, haven't we?

Rated: M

Words: 290K

Posted on: forums.sufficientvelocity.com/threads/bond-breaker-si-multiverse-cross.5951/threadmarks/ (shadenight123)

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Chapter 1

I opened my eyes. My natural routine, over the course of my years of life, has always been to wake up, go to the bathroom, head for the coffee pot -holy coffee- and then turn on my computer. I always did that. It's so deeply ingrained into my skull that the only thing that can prevent me from doing it is some sort of physical entity blocking my actions.

There were no physical entities blocking my path.

Then again, I wasn't even in my house to begin with.

And I didn't have legs.

That should have shocked me.

Since one of my permanent fixtures are deep eye bags, I can reasonably deduce lack of sleep and hallucinations could be a part of it.

I never hallucinated before, so it was sort of cool to be actually conscious it was a hallucination of sorts.

The room I was in was a small one-room apartment, there was a kitchenette, a large window on one side, a bed in a corner, and a few drawers and dressers around. There was a low Japanese-style table, and a microwave on the counter top where the sink was.

There was a door leading to the bathroom, just as there was a door leading outside, probably.

The sound of a chain rustling caught my attention next, and I looked at my left arm.

Oh, how nice. I had a chain which seemed to tie around my arm, and that seemed to hold the other extremity beneath the bed sheets of the room's only other occupant.

I took a deep breath. Hallucinations were not real.

The fact was, the best thing to do when hallucinating is to stand still until it goes by, because you never know if your next step will lead you down the stairs, through a trafficked road, or in the middle of a gunfight.

Highly impossible, but excuse me for starting to freak out.

Yes. That was a perfect plan.

I looked around the room once more. I distinctively felt as if I was standing -lack of legs notwithstanding- and so I tried to 'sit'.

I ended up passing through the floor and into the room beneath it.

I went through floors fast as I screamed and tried to stop my descent. It worked, somewhat, when I began to try to stand back up. This time, I ended up flying upwards at pretty much the same speed.

My screams simply grew shriller as I emerged out of the rooftops and into the bright, blue sky above the house.

At a certain point, the chain yanked me, and I stopped. The backlash took the breath out of my lungs, but thankful I wasn't going to hit the stratosphere or go beyond Earth's orbit, I wheezed out as I tried to calm the f_u_c_k out of myself.

”Hallucination note number one,” I said, still hearing the drumming of my heart in my ears. ”No f_u_c_k_i_n_g moving. No standing. No sitting. Don't. Move. The...I must have fallen from the bed. That's why I felt the fall. And now I must have stood back up; that explains the vertigo. All right. No moving any longer.”

I wiped the sweat off my brow, and closed my eyes. The sun was annoying, but it was just a hallucination.

The breeze I felt, but then again I was in my...

I didn't feel exposed.

”At least I've got that going for me, which is nice,” I murmured. I licked my lips. ”Now, easy does it and-”

The chain yanked, hard, and I ended up screaming as I began to fall back down towards the house.

Anyone ever gone on one of those Orbital Elevators Rides? Imagine the feeling of doing that and being face first as you descend and hit the ground -admittedly, the roof- and then tell me, please tell me, if you'd do it again.

I wouldn't.

I never even went on one of those rides-from-hell.

I tried to 'stand' or whatever that feeling was, and as I did, I began to slow down -my manly screams of fear didn't stop me from trying to fly back up, of course, but I kept being yanked down.

Finally, I managed to slow down just as the final yanked pulled me back in the room I had woken up in.

The blue eyes of the sleeping child looked at me as I stared back.

I g_r_o_a_n_e_d.

I g_r_o_a_n_e_d. Out. Loud.

”Who the hell are you!?” he shrieked, and let me tell you, a twelve or thirteen year old child screeching is terribly annoying.

”Apparently,” I replied, ”Dreaming I'm a Self-Insert.”

That made the child frown, before he gave one look at my legs and blanched. He began to tremble and stutter.

”Y-Y-You're a ghost!” he screamed, pointing his finger at me.

I rolled my eyes. ”And you are-”

The boy screamed louder and dashed out of the room, still in his pajama.

I looked at him go.

And suddenly, I was yanked hard as I ended up being pulled in whatever direction the boy was going.

”GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD DAAAMMMMNNNNN IIIITTTTTTTT”

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