Naruto: My Bedroom Connects to Rin Nohara 14 Years Ago

"Who are you? How do you know my name? And why the hell are you showering in my house?!" Nohara Rin snapped, eyes narrowed, kunai still in hand but no longer at his throat.

She was clearly trying to mask her shock—after all, it wasn't every day a strange boy appeared in your bathroom, mid-shower. And frankly… it was the first time she'd ever seen a boy like that.

Is this a dream?

"Your house?" Ishikawa shot back, towel held tightly around his waist. "I was going to ask you the same thing! Even if this place is haunted, this level of absurdity is too much! Miss Rin—you've been dead for years!!"

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

Rin froze. Then her expression darkened.

"What did you just say?" she asked coldly, her tone like steel.

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that—" Ishikawa stepped back, waving one hand in surrender. Crap. I might've taken that too far.

But Rin was already pissed. Even with her good nature, no girl would calmly accept being told she'd been dead for years—especially not by a stranger who just watched her walk into a bathroom she didn't know was shared.

"You pervert..." she muttered, raising her kunai again.

Before she could pounce, Ishikawa swiftly reached behind the door, grabbed his forehead protector, and slapped it onto his head.

"I'm a Genin from Konoha—Mitarai Ishikawa! Now, are you really Nohara Rin?!"

Rin blinked at the sight of his headband. Her wariness didn't vanish completely, but she hesitated. "Of course, I'm Nohara Rin…"

She pointed to the dressing table behind her, where a different Konoha forehead protector rested. Her own.

But as she followed Ishikawa's gaze and finally took in the expanded room—the extra furniture, the second sink, and the foreign layout—her expression shifted to genuine confusion.

"You know me… and what's going on with the room? When did my apartment change?"

"I have no idea! I was taking a shower when you barged in!" Ishikawa said with an innocent expression, trying hard not to look down or at her still-flushed face.

Rin's cheeks turned red again. Subconsciously, she glanced at him in his towel and immediately turned away, avoiding eye contact.

Ah, I've seen too much…!

"Ahem, uh… as for how I know you," Ishikawa quickly added, "I've seen your photo… in Kakashi-sensei's house."

He tossed out the lie without blinking, trying to distract her before she pulled out a sealing scroll or something worse.

He couldn't afford to anger her again—he was just a rookie Genin, and Rin had been a Chunin at age 11. She once gave Kakashi a literal eye. What chance did he have in a fight?

"Kakashi-sensei…?" Rin whispered, visibly shaken.

Her eyes flickered with confusion as if trying to connect two timelines that didn't match. Kakashi… as a sensei?

"That's right. Hatake Kakashi is my team leader," Ishikawa continued, and then said quietly but seriously, "I don't know why you, who sacrificed your life so many years ago, are suddenly here…"

"Sacrificed… many years…?" Rin's lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but nothing came out. Her hands trembled slightly. The color drained from her face.

Buzz… Her mind went blank.

Ishikawa watched her closely but said nothing more. He knew this kind of truth wasn't something anyone could handle easily.

No one could calmly accept the news of their own death.

Sigh… He turned away, not out of pity, but out of respect. While Rin was frozen in shock, Ishikawa took the chance to stride across the room, reached for his apartment door, and opened it.

Outside, the familiar nightscape of Konoha greeted him, unchanged.

"As expected," he muttered, stepping back inside. "Still the same village. Still my world…"

He didn't even care that he was standing barefoot in nothing but a towel.

Instead, his eyes darted back toward the strange door on the other side—the one that definitely hadn't existed before.

He walked up to it, heart racing, hand trembling as it hovered over the doorknob.

If my guess is right…

Click.

The moment his fingers touched the handle, a sudden surge of energy ripped through his body.

ZAAAP!

"Gaaaahhhh!!!"

His eyes rolled up, limbs stiffened, and his entire body convulsed like he'd been hit by Chidori at point-blank range.

White smoke rose from his hair as he crumpled to the ground, twitching, mouth open in a silent scream. "W-Where did that lightning come from—?!"

CRACKLE!! 

Sparks danced across the metal handle as if mocking his curiosity.

"Hey—! Are you okay?!" Startled, Rin finally snapped out of her daze and rushed over, kneeling beside his still-smoking body.

The moment she turned her head, Rin saw that Ishikawa's bath towel had slipped off after he collapsed. Her face flushed bright red as she immediately spun around and looked away.

She took two quick steps to the bed, yanked the sheet off, and swiftly covered Ishikawa's entire body. Then, without another glance, she grabbed her clothes, hurried back into the bathroom, and quietly got dressed.

Even though she was already in pajamas, she didn't want to risk the same accident as Ishikawa. That would be way too humiliating.

This is so damn embarrassing… Meanwhile, under the sheet, Ishikawa was howling inwardly in grief and fury.

But no matter how devastated he was, he couldn't do anything about the numbing pain that still wracked his body.

A few minutes later.

His body finally feeling slightly better, Ishikawa gritted his teeth, wrapped the bed sheet tightly around himself, and stood up with difficulty.

What greeted him was the sight of Nohara Rin in a light pink skirt and black shorts. Her eyes were bright, and her expression was wary—but she looked exactly like the girl from the manga.

For a moment, Ishikawa had no words.

He turned away without speaking, walked to his front door, and hesitantly reached out to grasp the doorknob again.

"You dare try that again?" Rin frowned and stepped forward to block him.

But Ishikawa didn't stop.

If there was going to be another shock, it wouldn't have let me open it so easily the first time…

'Click!' This time, the door opened smoothly without resistance.

Cool night air swept in, and the silver light of the moon illuminated the village.

"…What's that?" Rin whispered, eyes locked on Hokage Rock in the distance.

Although she couldn't make out the faces clearly, she could distinctly see four Hokage monuments.

Four? But—only the Third Hokage exists in her timeline!

Her heart skipped a beat. As she looked around, she noticed more discrepancies—the buildings, the layout of the streets, even the colors of the signs. It wasn't the Konoha she knew.

"This is the 59th year of Konoha," Ishikawa said quietly, his tone serious.

He turned to her and added solemnly, "Miss Rin, welcome to the future."

Rin's pupils trembled. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. "T-The… future?"

"The 59th year?" she echoed in disbelief.

Her body swayed slightly as she did the math in her head. But the time I was in… it was the summer of the 45th year.

"Fourteen years…" she murmured. Then her head snapped up. "Wait—you said Kakashi-sensei is your teacher now?"

Ishikawa nodded.

"That would make him… twenty-five?" she asked, stunned.

Kakashi at twenty-five. 

That's three years older than Minato-sensei is right now… Rin couldn't even begin to imagine how powerful he must be by then. Kakashi… the super genius…

And Ishikawa? Was he Kakashi's student?

'If it's really the 59th year, then Rin is currently… eleven years old.' Ishikawa quietly confirmed it to himself, eyes reflecting a complicated emotion.

An 11-year-old Chunin… Even if promotions during wartime were more lenient, she was still far stronger than he, a mere rookie Genin who had just graduated.

"Now," Ishikawa said suddenly, eyes lighting up with urgency, "can you try opening the other door?"

He quickly shut his front door and pointed at the mysterious portal embedded in the inner wall—the one that had zapped him like a lightning bolt.

"If I can open the door to this time, then logically, you should be able to open the one to yours!"

"That door?" Rin tilted her head. After a second of hesitation, she clenched her small fists and walked up to it. If this really was her link back to the past… she had to try.

After watching Ishikawa's earlier attempt, she figured it wouldn't attack her, since she belonged to that time.

And besides, if this really was a time portal, then her only option was to confront it.

She took a deep breath, reached for the doorknob—

Click.