Sooo, I'm writing a new fanfiction! Cuz I am bored with all my other ones and have writers' block with the ones I'm not bored of…so…this is a Pein/OC fanfiction, for those of you who don't know…um…what else to tell you…what else? Um…yeah…

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I own the Akatsuki…if you know what I mean…you don't? Well then, you're hopeless…

I hate paperwork, I thought, rubbing my temples, shifting through the forms I had to get done. Bills, gross. Health documents. School schedules. Doctors' notes. Custody documents…ugh! School registration forms!

"Chris can fill out his own," I said, clenching the pen in my hand. How many do I have to fill out now? Eleven? Ugh, this is gonna take forever!

"Hello~" a voice called out. I turned my head and saw my boss walking through my front door.

"Hey," I waved before turning back to the paperwork.

"No! No, no, no., no, no, no, no!" she sang prancing over to me. "I have a present for you!"

I sighed. "Is it a pay raise?" I asked with mock hope.

"No~" she grinned. "Guess!"

"Ame, I don't have time for this," I grimaced. "I have so much paperwork to do…"

"Yeah, well…I'm sorry to say, but there's only more work ahead of you," Ame glared at the floor. "I found them in the street…" she shook her head. "Can you take them in?" she pouted, pleading with me.

"I guess I could…" I trailed off, looking at all my unfinished work. "How many? Two? Three?"

"Ten," Ame nodded.

I froze. "Ten?!" she nodded again.

"I know its sudden and all, but I felt bad for them and…you know…you're the only one I know who would take in this many willingly…I'm sorry…"

"Fine, just…fine…" I scrunched up my nose and looked around. "Where are they?"

She held up a finger and smiled triumphantly. "I will go get them!"

She raced out of the house with the energy of a six year old, making me chuckle before I tried to concentrate on the forms in front of me. Name: Stacy Burkens. Age: twelve. Date of Birth: June 15th, 2000. Gender: Female. School: Parkinson Day Elementary.

Ame cleared her throat. I glanced at her. "Did you bring them?"

"Obviously," she rolled her eyes. "I told you I was going to get them!" she exclaimed. "Why would I just…not come with them?!"

"I don't know," I scowled, spinning around in my chair to face them and immediately froze in my…uh…tracks. They were…freaks! That's all I have to say.

The group as a whole looked like a strange one. All ten of them looked anywhere from nine to twelve in age and they were all wearing the same cloak—which was black with red clouds on it.

There was one who was blue and looked like a shark, and the other strangely colored one was black and white—split down the middle. There was one with piercings all over his face, was that even legal?

I stood up, feeing intimidated by the glares that were sent towards me. I cleared my throat. "Hello, my name is Kalika, and I guess I'll be taking care of you," I smiled as brightly as I could.

"Hello," the one with the piercings said—speaking for the group. "I am Pein. His is Konan-" he pointed to a girl with violet blue hair with matching eyes. "This is Zetsu-" the black and white one. "Tobi-" one with an orange swirly mask. "Deidara-" a guy who had girl's hair. "Sasori-" a redhead with a bored expression gracing his face. "Itachi-" a raven haired male. "Kisame-" the shark-like one. "Hidan-" a silver haired boy. "Kakuzu-" a tan boy with a mask covering the lower half of his face only showing his strangely colored eyes.

"Strange names," I commented. "Yet vaguely familiar…hmm…let me show you to your rooms-"

"Don't you want to introduce them to the other kids?" Ame asked, shooting a warning glance at me.

"Well, I usually do that after I show them their rooms-"

"Well, try my way this time," she commanded.

I sighed. "I'll be right back," I told her and the kids, making my way up the stairs. Going from room to room, I knocked on the doors, telling whoever may be in there to go downstairs.

Well, since you're reading this, I should tell you little bit about myself. You see, I live in a big house—like huge! It's pretty big: five floors not including the basement and attic, twenty eight bedrooms, fourteen bathrooms, two libraries, a gym, a stable out back, and normal everyday rooms.

My career choice is exactly what I'm doing now. I take care of children whose parents aren't in stable conditions, usually when they're abusive.

Before Ame had come over with the newest ten, I had twelve children, all varying in ages. Some are siblings.

That's why I like doing this. I can help people, and families that have gone through some…drastic changes making the parents unavailable to the children, most of the time, siblings get separated.

Not here. So now I have twenty two children living under my roof. Who takes care of them? Me.

And who am I? Well…no one really…

"Kika," a soft timid voice echoed through the empty hallway of the fourth floor. I turned around, facing the tiny eight year old girl, her blond hair pulled away from her face in a braid.

"Yes?"

"Why do we have to get up? You told us to go to bed," she asked, her face showing confusion. "Is Mommy back?"

I knelt down next to her, stroking her hair gently. "Not yet, but don't worry, it'll happen soon," I smiled. "But there are some people that I'd like you to meet."

Deep in her eyes were a sadness that I know wouldn't go away for a long time, but she smiled brightly. "Okay!" she exclaimed as she skipped down the hallway and to the stairs.

I sighed audibly. That was Jillie. Her and her brother, Chris, stay here after their mother was sent away.

It took Chris a while to get used to it here, and even longer for him to accept that he had to be here. He was thirteen when he and Jillie first came—that was three years ago.

They're only here until their mother is announced stable. Until then, here they are!

I walked back down the stairs, slowly so I didn't fall. On the third flight, I heard a slow shuffle behind me, and . I turned around to see Chris lagging behind me, his headphones blasting Metallica. I grinned. I taught him so well. "Enter Sandman?" I guessed.

He looked up. "Yeah," he replied before looking down at his iPod and pausing his music. He began walking down the stairs slowly, coming to a stop right next to me, towering over me by six inches. "New residents?" he asked, lowly.

"Yeah, a few," I told him, starting my trek back down the stairs.

"How many?" he asked, keeping pace.

"Ten."

Chris froze, his head dropping as his face became dark. "Ten?" he growled.

"I think Ame told me that she found them on the streets, they're an…interesting looking bunch."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see," I told him, starting back down the stairs with him following closely behind me.

Yeah, so that's the beginning! I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews! They are very much welcome! Jesus, how I love Snapple apple! So…delicious…

Loves and hugs, my minions!

Vee