"What's wrong with you?! Why can't you just be nice?!" "Sorry, mom." "You stole again?! You promised me you were done with that!" "Sorry, mom." "How could you do it?! That cat was all that old woman had!" "Sorry, mom."

This is pretty much my life. My name is Emily, but I'm just called Emi. I live in Japan right now. My mom made me to move in with my father after I stole a car and ran someone's cat over. Like I care. I was always the social reject. I've never had a single friend that wasn't just trying to use me. I've never been with a guy. I'm the typical troublemaker person.

I'm a punker. My hair is bright bright pink and spiked out in odd angles, long in the neck and short everywhere else. My eyes are navy blue, and God I hate them. My skin is pale and smooth. My clothes are always odd and I have piercings all over. I have both my nipples pierced. I have my clit pierced. I have my ears pierced ten-eleven times in both ears. I have a Neptune piercing and I have snakebites. I have a dragon tattoo that fills up most of my back, and flame tattoos licking up both my arms. I'm bad-ass.

I'm nineteen, so I'm old enough o live on my own, but I can't hold a job for very long. So I have to live with my parents. It sucks to have to move here, but it's not like I care. Anyways, the story I was going to tell you started a Saturday evening, when I went clubbing.

I had had quite a few drinks, I was having trouble walking straight and my vision was blurred. I accidentally walked into someone. "Hey, watch it, bitch!" He spat angrily at me. I almost tripped, but someone caught me as I fell.

I looked at the people that were gathering around me. The one I had bumped into had brown hair, that stood spiked. His eyes were obviously made with contact lenses, since his pupils were slit. He had a red triangle tattooed on each cheek and his teeth had been filed to look like predator teeth. He wore a black choker around his neck, holding a small name tag with kanji on. I didn't know how to read kanji.

The one that had caught me was a blonde. His hair was even more spiked out and his eyes had an electric blue color that seemed to draw people closer to him. He had three horizontal scars on each cheek, which greatly resembled that he had whiskers. He had filed teeth as well. His skin was more tan than the other's and it was obvious he wasn't from Japan. He was most likely Scandinavian, by the looks of it.

The one standing to his left and slightly behind him was different from the other two. His hair was dark brown, and went to the middle of his back. It was all sleeked back and ended in a small, black ribbon near the end of it, just barely keeping it together. His features were very feminine, and his eyes were pure white, obviously from contact lenses.

At his left, was a girl. I had to blink to realize that she was actually real. Her skin looked unnaturally pale in a greenish way and it seemed too smooth. Her hair was baby pink and cut neatly just below her jaw, in the same length all around. It just hung down loosely, framing hr face. Her eyes were an odd shade of turquoise green, but it looked very pretty.

At the right side of the boy who had caught me, were another girl. Her hair was midnight black, and fell down loosely as well. It went to below her shoulder blades but just before the small of her back. The front of her hair was cut just over her eyes. Her eyes were pure white, obviously the work of contact lenses. Her skin was ivory, and she looked to be goth.

"What the heck do you think you're doing?" The blonde kid asked, pushing me forwards. I stumbled, but regained my balance before I fell.

I was swaying, even as I tried to stand still. "I'm just a little drunk, and I tripped." I said, looking at the blonde with drowsy eyes.

"Tch." Said the boy with the long hair and white eyes. "and you think that's a good excuse for bothering the Konoha?" He asked, grabbing a fist of my shirt in his fist and glaring me right in the eyes. It was unnerving to say the least.

"Put that girl down, Neji." A deep, gentle, velvet voice said. I felt a shiver go down my spine at the voice. It was just so intense. I saw a hand move into my vision, grabbing onto the wrist of the hand that was holding me. "Or bad things will happen."

The boy with the long hair and white eyes, Neji it seemed his name was, let go of me. I lost my balance, and thought I was going to fall, but I was swept off the floor by a pair of strong arms. I looked up at a large boy. His teeth were even worse than the others'. They were even more jagged, in way that made it seem like he had more. His eyes were rather small and his hair was deep blue and stuck up on the top of his head. His skin was tattooed completely blue, and he had what appeared to be gills tattooed on his cheeks.

I felt safe in his arms, although he was a complete stranger. "Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" The velvet voice asked of the boy called Neji. I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the man that had that voice. He was beautiful, with slightly frizzy back hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. His features were feminine, but it was obvious that he was a man. He had deep brown eyes that seemed black. No, they were black.

Neji looked like he was quite pissed off. He grabbed the midnight haired girl's hand and dragged her with him to the bar. The others followed, throwing mean glares and hateful words back at them as they left. "We ought get you home, kid." The blue man spoke to me, grinning at me with jagged teeth.

"I need a smoke first." I said, my voice slurry and my vision still blurring badly. But I wasn't feeling sick, for once. The two brought me outside, where the blue man sat me down on a bench out there made for smokers.

"How old are you, kid?" The blue man asked me. His voice was gruff and he sounded like he had been smoking for years.

"Nineteen." I answered, fumbling with my pack of smokes and trying to get one out. Eventually, I succeeded and placed it in my mouth, searching my pockets for a lighter. I was just about to ask if any of them had one, when one appeared before me, already lit. "Thanks."

I drew in and got the smoke started before looking to see who had helped me. He was a very pretty man. He had red hair, that was slightly ruffled by the wind, but otherwise completely smooth. His skin seemed unnaturally smooth and his eyes seemed to be rather dead, despite the pleasant smile on his lips He looked very nice. "Don't mention it." He said shortly, his voice as velvet sweet as the other man's but not quite as deep. I noticed he held a lit cigarette in his hand.

"Where do you live, kid?" The blue man asked me, looking at me seriously. I shook my head. I didn't want to go 'home'. "What's your name?" He asked instead.

"Emily. I'm American. But I've been called Emi ever since I moved here." I said, drawing in deeply from my smoke. Damn it felt good. "I don't want to go home." I stated bluntly.

The blue man grinned widely at me. He looked quite scary like that. Like a shark. "I'm Kisame," He said. Fitting. "And neither of us wanted to go home either. You can crash at our place tonight." He added.

My eyes widened. "You live together?" I asked, pointing to the three of them. They nodded in unison. "Wow. So you're, like, gay with each other?"

That caused Kisame to sputter, although the other two remained calm. "Heck no! We just live together. We're a bunch of guys and this chick. We have a warehouse that we live in." He said, his face falling into the folds of a frown.

I just nodded, and threw my burnt down cigarette onto the ground, closing my eyes and leaning back against the wall. "I wouldn't mind getting a real home." I muttered, feeling drowsy all of a sudden. I let myself slip away and fall into a deep sleep.