The Being Ninja 4 are at it again… in the modern universe? Yes, that's right. They're in a band. A really cool band. That doesn't own Naruto. And neither do we. We don't do slavery, nobody owns him! *sobbing* HE'S HIS OWN PERSON! Ahem. Um. Well….. Naruto the anime and not the person belong to Kishimoto-sensei. Naruto the person belongs to the wonderful, wonderful world of anime. And all we own are a plotline, and 4 dang-cool characters! And a computer. And an iPod… and a different computer, and a different computer, and um… my cat. Yeah. So…. who wants a Being Ninja band-fic? *raises hand* ONWARDS!

HOKURA POV

"I quit," a quiet but firm voice said.

It seemed like the world stopped.

Nobody was breathing.

The world seemed silent, until I finally broke the silence, saying, "You can't! Ino-chan, the band depends on you! You're our lead singer! Why would you do this?" I felt tiny tears pricking at my eyes.

"Because I found some place better. I'm done. You guys are all just hopeless nerds, who had the fame, and are disgusted by the fortune. If you guys wanna' keep being hobos, fine by me, but I want the high life! I want the drama! And hanging around with 4 weirdos who just play cards and tell stupid jokes isn't getting me anywhere! So goodbye, my so-called friends!"

None of us moved. How could we? Why would we? In some ways, Ino was right. We were nerds, and very proud of it. We didn't like the fame, because let's face it - fanboys aren't really that much fun! And we didn't want fortune for what we did. If we got money, that's great, but we didn't want to be Hollywood, Justin Beavers! (A/N: OH. Burn, Bieber, burn.) We just wanted to sing and play music, and do our stuff. I guess Ino was looking for more. Dreadful silence surrounded us.

I woke up, panting wildly. "Gah! Curse you!" I hissed under my breath, cursing my nightmares of the past, before falling out of bed. "Itai! I hate you so much, floor!" Soon after, my 3 friends - one of whom was my sister - and also roommates crowded in.

"What just happened, nee-chan?" My sister asked. "Ino and the floor are ganging up on me. Tell them that bullying isn't nice." I stayed in my position on the floor, nose being crunched on the hard wood. If you disregarded the nose part, it was actually pretty comfortable. Ha. Take that floor. I won't fall to your cruelness!

THIRD PERSON POV

Kaiki Raikura watched her sister, who was laying on the floor. After grunting insults at the floor for a little while, she stopped talking. Kazemi, Reika and Raikura exchanged glances. Hokura wasn't talking? Not usual at all. Of course, then she started snoring. Raikura rolled her eyes, dragging her sister back onto her bed, and walking back to her room. She hooked her earphones in, and continued listening to Evanescence. Reika trudged back to her room, before passing out. Kazemi went back to spacing out, forgetting to leave the room. She was roused from her reverie on nothing in particular by Hokura saying, "Booyah. I tricked them. Best way to avoid conversations. Evar! I deserve a medal."

Kazemi just smirked, saying, "You do deserve a medal. But believe me, it's not for your cleverness." With that, she walked away, leaving her "extremely clever" friend to figure things out for herself.

RAIKURA POV

I went back to my beautiful world of Evanescence. Amy Lee's beautiful voice rang out, making me believe that the world WAS okay.

...it wasn't, but don't tell me that.

Let me properly introduce me and my fellow band-mates. I am Kaiki Raikura. I'm seventeen and I. Love. Music. Yeah, I'm pretty obsessed with Evanescence, U2, Green Day and Katzenjammer. This band is also heavily influenced by these bands. I pretty much live for the band. I write a couple songs and play the guitar, and if needed, piano. I love piano music.

My twin sister's name is Kaiki Hokura. She has orange eyes, and is pretty much my opposite in most ways. She's hyper, and our other guitar. She also loves Evanescence, Katzenjammer and a lot of classical. She's seventeen, too, of course. Don't tell her this, but I also love her a lot. She can be annoying, though. She loves Rachmaninaff (a classical composer).

Kazemi is the anti-social of our little group. She's seventeen. We're all seventeen! She dyes her hair, and even I have to admit it look really cool. Aqua with silver streaks. She does drums. She listens to the Cranberries a lot, not to mention Evanescence and Green Day. Kazemi had problems with her mother, but she's been coming to grips with them, I think. She's the one most like me.

Reika... is Reika. She's an odd one, but we all love her. She plays bass, and is obsessed with David Bowie and Green Day. Her parents are Jashinists. Don't ask how she survived with her sanity intact. Reika also helped with the music writing. She likes sushi a lot, and also does herbal remedies and aromatherapy in the summer or when she has time. Her sense of fashion is... unique. Ino would say horrible, but I say unique.

Ino.

Hmmm. She's a complicated subject. We liked her, because she was the leader vocalist of our band, but then she just blew us all off, so we don't like her. And she hurt my little sister. Nobody does that.

Okay, okay, Hokura isn't really my "little sister", but she's three minutes younger.

But that's beside the point. She hurt my friends.

I know that I hurt, because she was my friend.

I know Hokura hurts because she's my sister and I can tell that crap.

I know that Reika is fairly p*ssed, because we're all hurting and Ino insulted her hat.

I think that Kazemi is hurt, because she's closed up more than ever.

I shook my iPod hard as it changed to "Hello" (Evanescence) and I did NOT need depressing music right now. It changed to "Imaginary", and I closed my eyes.

HOKURA POV

I wondered about what Kazemi said, and shrugged. I was too tired, and we had band practice tomorrow. The band needed us all to be better since Ino was no longer there.

I put my head back on my soft, warm pillow and fell back asleep.

Things would be better tomorrow.

REIKA POV

That crazy Ino had finally done it. I was beside my self with some emotion I didn't know what to call it. Hate? Anger? Actually, I was feeling pretty darn good. Adrenaline was pulsing through me, as that pig insulted my favorite hat, my black Fedora with the green ribbon, the one I wear at all band practices.

Was I sad that she left? My friends probably were. But me? I was feeling happy. But then I was guilty. All of my friends were sad, and that was probably the right emotion. I was the odd one. Raikura's songs were always more creative, Hokura's guitar riffs always more exciting. Kazemi's drums always made the crowd cheer. My bass was always the crowd pleaser. Ino.. Well, she could be good at the occasional time, but usually the background vocals soared above her's.

Settling down on my bed and staring at the ceiling, I thought, You know, I'm just thinking too cruelly about Ino. Was I sorry? Nope!

POWER TO THE FEDORA! Hope you liked the chapter, and don't forget to review! Ja ne!