This is the sequel to Dummy's Guide to Living or Surviving with Ninjas. If you have not read it then stop right now and go read it. If you have then welcome lovely readers, hope you're happy that we're back.

Anyways, just like with the first book, each chapter will begin with a note as this is the dummy's guide. The notes are dos and don'ts as well as facts.

1zara-uchiha1 and I don't own the Naruto cast or anything else you might recognize. 1zara-uchiha1 owns Laura and I own Kahlan. Together we own the plot. Now onward with the story.

Chapter 1

Note: Once you've lived with ninjas, your home is never the same.

~Kahlan's POV

My fingers strum against the last cord to the song on my guitar. The crowd cheers and I give a small bow. I walk off stage going down the small steps as I head for the back. Once in the back I place my guitar in its case. I then look around to make sure no one is looking as I go into a corner and pull out a scroll. Unfolding the scroll, I place the guitar onto the scroll and add my chakra making it poof away. The scrolls that I'm using are the ones that were used to hold my weapons that are now stored in the attic back home.

Folding the scroll back up, I walk out of the corner grabbing my coat and head out the backdoor exit not bothering to stay; after all I didn't get paid to play on stage it was done for free. I place the scroll into one of the inside pockets of my coat then zip it up from the cold November wind of Memphis, Tennessee as I head for my hotel room.

It's not that long of a walk and I sigh in relief once reaching my warm room. Inside, I unzip my coat and toss it on the bed as I head for the bathroom. I have about an hour before I have to go to the bus station. Since it will only take fifteen minutes to get there, I'll be spending my time getting ready.

Inside the bathroom, I take my shoes off, pull off my purple plaid dress and torn leggings until I'm down to my undergarments. Carefully I remove the purple hair extensions in my platinum blonde hair. It's grown about chest length in the past three months.

Anyways, once the hair extensions are out, I strip the rest of the way then get into the shower. Turning the water onto hot, I bathe for about ten minutes, then get out dry off then keep the towel wrapped around my body. I blow dry my hair, brush it then head out of the bathroom. I go over to the packed suitcase and pull out torn jeans, a purple bandana, a black tank top and my undergarments. Once the clothes are on I put my hair up with the bandanna, leaving only my eyebrow length bangs down and some long pieces down as well.

Not wanting to spend another minute in the hotel, I gather everything else putting it all into the suitcase that I then place into a scroll. Pulling on my black coat, I zip it up then head to the front desk. It takes a couple minutes to checkout and then I'm out the door walking down the sidewalk to the bus station.

When I get to the station I find that it is a bit empty. A little weird to see it empty at night, but I guess they're not that busy tonight. So, I go over to one of the checkouts and buy a ticket that takes me to Jacksonsville, Florida then take a seat in one of the many plastic chairs.

While waiting, I pull out my I-pod and listen to music. It quickly passes the time and I'm on the bus on my way to my next destination. I take a seat way in the back knowing there will be other stops to pick up other people and I don't want to be around anyone. People have become very talkative with one another since…three months ago.

Leaning my head against the cold window, I stare at the dark scenery as it passes by. After being gone for three months I'll be heading home. My first month I spent traveling was with Laura but then had her go back home while I continue on my own. I did exactly as I planned but…I never did find myself, I didn't need to look.

Anyways, I don't fall asleep on the bus ride. Ever since the war ended, since…the ninjas have been…gone I hardly ever sleep anymore. I should probably see a doctor but I refuse to take any type of medication. I've been in contact with my parents. I've bonded with my dad a lot, and even though my mom has finally accepted that music is the career path I have chosen our relationship is still a little rocky.

When the ninjas…left, the president and the military was able to quickly bring everything else to an end. Any fans that partook in fighting got sent some place to help them out. I don't really know I didn't bother listening to the news. Cape Breeze went under immediate reconstruction after they made sure it was safe. I don't know if it's completed yet, or if people even go there anymore for tourism. The mayor might find a way to bring in more tourist now than before, but it doesn't matter that much to me.

As for the manga and anime Naruto, it still gets published and aired but only in Japan. Before it was only restricted to Japan I was able to read all of the English chapters but was unable to watch the show. However, just because it's restricted to Japan that doesn't mean that people haven't found a way to get it into the States because they have.

I arrive in Jacksonville around ten-ish the next day. Getting off the bus, I head over to the people behind the glass to get a ticket that will get me as close to Cape Breeze as I can get. Lucky for me the bus was there, so after buying my ticket I get on the bus with a few minutes to spare. The unlucky part is that the bus is crowded and I'm left standing.

One person tries to talk to me, but I ignore them. So they started talking about their life story which I totally tuned out because I saw no reason for listening. I wasn't on the bus to make friends only to go home.

Thankfully, my ride was only an a few hours long and I happily got off with other people. Once off, I unzip my coat loving the nice cool breeze. It's a lot warmer down here then it was up north but still has a nice coolness to it so you're not suffocating.

Placing my hands in my jean pockets I start walking. Cape Breeze is a mile away, and the walking won't hurt me any. So, I walk until I'm far away from the station, away from civilization and into the woods. Once in the woods, I gather chakra in my feet and take off running to my destination. Yeah…I never stopped training even though everyone…they were…are all…gone. Though, training was a bit hard to do on my own and even harder to get done when in large populated cities. Sometimes the only training I did was running with weights on and practicing doing hand signs which I must say I have gotten better at.

As I get close to Cape Breeze, I stop running. In fact, I head for the road leading into the city-ish town. When I find the road, I start walking again. Cars pass by, a few honk their horns at me but I pay them no mind. Well, the cars that honk their horns I give them the birdie.

My eyes roam over everything, taking in the sights and smell of Cape Breeze. Some places are still under construction while other places are busy with costumers. There are lots of help wanted sings in windows which is good for the economy. A lot of the buildings look like they went with an upgrade and new look. I guess the war ending was good enough reason to change some of the buildings since some of them did need a new look.

The people on the street though are a different story. A lot of the old faces I remember that pass by around town are gone, probably moved away not wanting to stay. The people that seem to have stayed seem to be more cautious and stare at everyone suspiciously. All of the new faces, well they're all happy and smiling. A large group of friends walk by, some of them joking, laughing, arguing and some not saying anything at all. It causes me to stop in my tracks for a moment as I push back any memories from coming to the surface.

Once that moment passes I continue walking. The only time I stop is once I'm standing in front of the door to my home. I stare at it feeling my heart twist as I slowly bring a shaking hand to the door knob. Slowly, I turn it finding it locked. With a small frown I walk around towards the back knowing it's the one door that always stays unlocked, because it has no lock.

I open the backdoor and glare at it as it squeaks. The hinges will need to be oiled, which can be done later. Walking into the dark kitchen, I use the sunlight to find the switch to turn the light on then close the door. I make my way over to the fridge to get something to drink. When I open it I notice how little food there is inside. That makes my heart twist more and my throat to feel like it's closing up.

Grabbing a bottle of orange juice, I shut the fridge and continue my way out of the room. Walking into the next room I turn on the light and stare at the empty table. It's lunch time but…there's no one…but that's because…I look away and walkout to the hall.

My feet stop in front of the closed parlor door. My pale green eyes narrow and I look away remembering that some of the meetings had taken place in that room. Taking a deep shaky breath I continue on stopping in the doorway of the living room. The TV is off but there are some movies out and on the table, probably from Laura. I frown as I close my eyes from the silence. Everything seems so empty.

I climb up the stairs to the second floor. I'm greeted with an empty hallway that has doors on both sides. Still there is nothing but silence and I can feel my heart breaking all over again. I bring my hand to my mouth to hold back any noise I make as I walk to my purple bedroom door.

Once inside, I close the door and lean against it for a moment. Tears threaten to spill as I look around at the destruction of my room that I left behind. That day when we returned home…I was so broken…so angry…in so much pain. They were all…they are…and they not coming back.

A sob escapes as I slowly sink to the floor. While gone I could ignore the pain, ignore the fact that I missed them all. But now I'm back…the house…this place…no more arguing…no more fights…no more anything…it's all gone…they are…never to…I miss them.

I cover my face in my hands as I start sobbing. This home is no longer the same. Nothing is the same anymore. I can't go back to the life I was living before they were here. I don't want that life what I want…I want Itachi back…and Konan…and all of the Akatsuki and Konoha…I want everyone back…but they're not coming back. I know that, but I keep hoping…a miracle will happen…because it's so much better to hope…then to accept the fact that…they're gone. But inside this quiet…empty house…it really hits the fact home, and there's…no more hoping and pretending. So, I sob and scream, throwing anything in my reach just to…fill up the silence…to help ease the pain.

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Viola chapter one, yeah not much but a way to start the story and to give some information about what has been going on since the ninjas have been gone. Quick note, for now the story will be updated twice a week, every Monday and Friday. This may change to a daily update though in the near future.

Anyways, thanks to any old reader who stuck with us through the first book and are now joining us on the journey of the sequel. Thanks to any new readers. We hope you have enjoyed this chapter and will enjoy this sequel. Please stay tuned for the next update and once again thank you. Reviews are much appreciated and loved; until next time. ^.^