I returned? Well, I guess I did. I decided I might as well try finishing this, so here it goes. Oh, and by the way, two things. One, my writing style has changed over the past few umm... I wonder how long it's been since I updated. Well, anyways, two. If I recieve atleast ten reviews I might extend it instead of ending it in about two more chapters. This is still an EVIL author's note, designed to take up your time, just so you know.

"Dear diary, WHY YOU SO DEAR? HUH? I HAVE HAD A WEEK FULL OF-"

"SASHA-SENPAI, TOBI WANTS YOU TO KNOW THAT HE IS A GOOD BOY!" Disrupted from her much needed dairy therapy, Sasha growled like a grizzly, putting on her all to infamous death glare. (Rumor has it that staring into the death glare can lead to a mental break). She exaggerated her stomping as she slowly marched down the stairs. 'Why haven't my parents noticed anything? It isn't that hard to realize that a group of deadly ninja's are living with you...d-deadly?'

Sasha felt with trembling hands for her phone, finding it embedded with a cheese bagel from three weeks ago. A time before she was left with some S-class villians. She could feel herself breathing faster and faster, like her heart was about to explode. Why hadn't they realized the dangers before? Letting infamous ninjas roam your house would probably have it's place on a hundred ways to kill yourself. But, when she thought to hard about it, her throat became all stuffy. Snapping back to reality, she punched in some numbers.

"Hello, telusmarketers. I've been expecting you... wait, Sasha? Huh, why are you whispering? I can't hear- Sasha? Jeez, a phone and run. No one messes with the all time ultimate cosplayer!" Putting on a determined lop-sided smile, Tara vicousaly tore through her war-drobe, searching for her latest master-piece. 'This should do. Yes, very well' Rising as she admired the worksmanship, she spotted something out of the ordinary on her dresser. A list of chores! "What kind of awesome cosplayer such as oneself does chores. The toilet can clean itself!"

"You look fantastic. Everyone envies you, so why did it have to be you? Why, out of all the ninjas?"

"Please help me!" Kisame stopped his little 'prep talk', and leaned against the door leading to the voice. Sasha? That girl needed help? He was the one who needed help, being stuck where everyone makes fun of him. 'And you've been a good little sharky to have waited for it.'

Flinching at the foreign voice, the big fish stick spun around, "W-who's there?"

"...Please help me!" Sasha immediately regretted the volume of her voice. What if someone else had heard? While on the other end of the phone, Tara seemed really loud. Really bad choice to phone her. Just as she hung up, a loud crash lightly shook her house. 'What's going on?"

"AAGGHH-ghhh!"

Evil Author's Note- Okay, I was just beginning to write when I realized a huge flaw. Hello, S-ranked criminals living in a human house! After I saw my mistake, I thought that Sasha would also have discouvered this. Thus this chapter was born. The reason for the whole mysterious voice will be revealed soon, but next time, who screamed?