Disclaimer: Everything, except our OCs and the Earth, belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. We are in the process of secretly killing Sasuke, so he won't spill that we're trying to take over Naruto- don't tell. o.O

Author's Note: This story is a joint story between the two of us- who you don't know yet- so, depending on who's posting, you will get very different post-its at the top of the chapters, FYI. This story is rated M for sexual innuendo and cussing, just so you know. Credit for this chapter's title goes to MCR.

Now to introduce myself, I am one of your humble authors, known simply as Reila. My partner is Iris. We, together, present our humble piece of art and hope that you will enjoy! Anyways, this fic starts off on Earth and then switches to Naruto's world. The first two chapters are merely to get a grip on the characters and after that we should proceed on to the next frontier- Konoha, so please don't stop if you don't like the first two chapters. Anyways, presenting to you, dear reader, the first edition of the epic Naruto story- Home.

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OCs:

Name: Heather Foley

Eyes: green/brown (have both colors in each eye); glasses

Hair Color: Nutmeg; short, to shoulders

Age: 16

Name: Mary Ellen "Molly" Tsai

Eyes: Chestnut

Hair Color: Chocolate; past shoulders

Age: 16

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#Chapter One (Part One): Nothing You Can Say Can Stop Me Goin' Home#

#Heather's POV#

I'll be coming home

Just to be alone

'Cause I know you're not there

And I know that you don't care

I can hardly wait to leave this place...


No matter how hard I try

You're never satisfied

This is not a home

I think I'm better off alone...

I woke up abruptly to "Home" by Three Days Grace. Apparently, someone set up my lime green i-Pod Mini (yes, mini, it's such an old model of the iPod that they don't even make it anymore, it's only iPods, those one's that show video, iPod nanos, and not to mention the iPhone, now) to the speakers in my bedroom, and had set the alarm to go off at eight-thirty-seven a.m. Tell me, who the heck wakes up at 8:40 in the middle of summer break? And who sets an alarm for 8:37? Apparently, that would be my mother.

How she even set the alarm I'll never understand. She can't even use the T.V. remote to turn on the T.V. She always has this big stupid problem with pressing the wrong button first and turning off the cable box instead of turning on the T.V. When she actually gets the T.V. on, it's blank because the cable box is off, so she calls me in to help her figure out what's wrong. My immediate reaction to, "Heather, come here for just a minute," is, "What did you do?"

Ugh, I just can't stand that woman! All my friends ask me why I hate her so much, and I'm sure you're wondering, too, since the example I just gave isn't that big a deal. My friends say, "Oh, you're mom's nice." Nice? Yeah, sure she's nice. Around them. Try going through this every couple of days:

"Why can't I go out with my friends?"

"Because you're father and I said so."

More like because you said so. Dad always sides with you... Always...

"Getting to go out is a privilege, a reward. Now if you were a good child you might get more rewards, but that can only happen when you're good."

There you have it. I am a disappointment to my own mother. I'm not a "good" child in her standards. What have I done to deserve the disrespect of the woman who gave birth to me? I'm not on drugs or in a gang or an alcoholic or anything like that. That's why I love the song "Home". I think I can relate to it. It's my theme song. Also the song "Nobody's Home" by Avril Lavigne is a song I relate to as well.

I can hardly wait to leave my house, to leave my parents (although my dad isn't so bad, he just sides with Mom to much, he doesn't think I'm a bad kid). I envy my older brother, Patrick; he gets to leave most of the year to go to college! He doesn't have to put up with Mom everyday now and he knows it and is happy about it, too. Not only that but he gets to go to one of our favorite places to live: Louisiana. Where he is right now, hanging out with his friends for a few weeks. He's already left me alone with her.

I inhaled and exhaled heavily, making a very loud sigh. I might as well get up and see what she wanted me to do. Why else would she get me up so early?

I rose from my bed and stretched my back a little as I silently scanned the four pale green walls of my bedroom. I looked in the mirror across from my bed and looked at what a mess I was. Most of my hair had come out of it's pony tail and dark crescents had been painted under my eyes from lack of sleep. 'There's got to be something more than this day after day...' I thought glumly. My Lhasa Apso (that's a breed of dog, by the way), Holly, who had slept on my bed during the night, got up with me, tail wagging, and demanded some of her morning attention from her "momma" (that would be me). Spoiled, cute little, Chinese lion-dog.

"Come on, Holly Bear," I said as scratched her ears. "Let's go down-stairs for some breakfast." (Yes, Holly Bear is her nickname, 'cause she's cute and fuzzy like a teddy bear.)

I spied a torn piece of yellow note book paper, which had obviously been torn from one of my note pads, considerately stuck to the open door of my room. It read:

Heather,


I've gone out to run some errands; I'll be back in the afternoon. Be sure to eat some breakfast, do your jogging, take a shower, and do your French lessons while I'm gone.


Mom

'Yeah, like hell I'm gonna do that if your not here to make me! Well, I'll do numbers one and three, other than that...' I thought with a grin on my face. "Guess what, Holly?" I asked the pup, who looked up at me and tilted her head to the left a little. "We're gonna eat, shower, and then it's time for music!" I danced around in circles as I looked for my glasses. Stupid things; I can never seem to find them. They do have tangerine rims, but my eyesight sucks without my trusty glasses.

"Wait, wait... found 'em!" I cheered out loud to myself. "Come, Holly Bear! Let us go to the kitchen! So we can eat... chocolate chip cookie dough... for breakfast! Hell. Yeah." Holly barked cheerfully, even though she probably had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.

I walked down the hall, down the stairs, and into the kitchen, singing Nobody's Home to myself. "She wants to go home, but nobody's home. That's where she lies, broken inside. There's no place to go, no place to go. To dry her eyes. Broken inside."

I took the package of cookie dough from the refrigerator and broke off a chunk and stuffed it into my mouth. I bit down hard on the chocolate chips and swallowed before taking another piece. I would fight temptation, but in the end I would give in and grab another piece. This cycle continued until I had managed to finish off the whole cardboard tray, which I threw away in the waste bin in the laundry room.

I wiped off my hands with a paper towel and ran my fingers through my hair. Which was really greasy and nasty.

Ew.

I found it in my best interest to take a shower, and since my parents were out, I decided to use their nice marble shower in the master bathroom. I never really get to use it, and I normally would use mine but it's kind of dirty. I really need to clean more. So I made my way into my parents bathroom and had a very nice, hot shower (which really perked me up).

Out of no where, I could hear my cell phone ringing on the kitchen table, and I could see it's small screen lighting up blue to the rhythm of the tone, which happened to be Dead in the Water by Hawthorne Heights. I skipped over to get, for I was very glad it wasn't my mom. Dead in the Water was the song that played only when my awesome friend Mary Ellen called.

"Ooo, hey, Holly! You're Aunt Molly's on the phone," I said to the pooch barking at my feet. I flipped the phone open and put it to my ear.

Me: Hey, Onee-chan.

Molly: Moshi moshi, Heather-chan!

Me: ... Hi.

Molly: Did I call too early for you? laughs

Me: No, F-Y-I, I woke up at 8:37, soooo... kutabare!

Molly: Huh? Oh no! You're learning more Japanese than me! gasps What did you say? You said something bad didn't you!

Me: YUP!

Molly: What does ka...ku... what does that mean?

Me: Fuck you...

Molly: gasps You're so mean! fake whine

Me: Wussy.

Molly: I'm not a wussy!

Me: WUSSAY!! laughs Just messin' with ya.

Molly: Okay, anyways, you wanna do something today?

Me: Sure, why not?

Molly: Okay! I'll see you in thirty minutes!

Me: Woah! Wait where are we goin'?!

Molly: Your house or mine... I'll figure it out on the way to your house. So pack your bag.

Me: What?

Molly: Just in case I just decide to pick you up and go to my house.

Me: O...kay... fine, alright.

Molly: Ja ne!

Me: Ja ne!

I pressed the "end call" button on my phone. Then I raced Holly upstairs to pack, my sand colored dog right at my heels, her bronze and black tipped ears bobbing up and down as she ran. 'Okay, what do I absolutely need?' I thought and I raised my hand to my chin in consideration. 'My iPod, thats a must... okay a pair of pajamas, two changes of clothes, another pair of shoes, well, underwear, no flip, my wallet to fun whatever hair-brained schemes we came up with, and toothbrush, that kind of stuff.' I then packed up my fairly short list of items, adding a few other things to the list like my iPod charger and speaker, a few bars of Hershey's chocolate along with two bags of Lindt Milk Chocolate Truffles (man oh man I love those things), and my notebooks. I undress from my undershirt and grey pajama bottoms. I put on my white, long sleeve, button up blouse. Then I slipped on my black leggings and red and black plaid skirt. My brown short sleeved jacket followed after that. I took my stuff to the door and slipped on my white tennis shoes. I carefully set my bag down outside the game room so I wouldn't forget where it was.

"Holly Bear!" I called clicking my tongue. "Come on, Molly-onee-san's gonna be here soon! Ready?" Holly began barking loudly and then the doorbell rang. She's a very good watch dog; her breed is known for barking before someone even knocks on the door. "Don't worry, I'll call Mom and Dad later. No sweat."

"Heeeeeeeelllllllllllllllloooo!" Molly said as she opened the door and let herself in, bag in tow. I guess that means that she's staying here tonight, oh well, I'll unpack later. She wrapped her arms around me in a friendly hug before saying hello to pup at her feet. "Hey, Holly!" Holly snorted and demanded more attention then a simple greeting. Molly swooped the dog up in her arms and spun around as Holly began to lick her face. "Who's a good girl?!"

"Come!" I yelled from the top of the stairs. "We must watch the next episode of Ouran High Host Club!"

She laughed, "Okie dokie!"

She began to walk up the stairs, bag over her arm and dog at her feet. I took her bag from her once she go to the top and gave her a hug. (One thing you should know about me is that I'm a very "huggie" kind of person. If you know me, one of the first things I do when I see you is say hello and give you a hug. All of my friends have gotten use to that fact.)

"To Veoh!" Molly shouted. Now for those of you who don't know, Veoh is just like Youtube, but we like it better when it comes to watching anime episodes. It takes forever to load on my computer. Which was what it was "What cha wanna do while we wait?"

"Well... we could watch T.V. or something, or," I suggested as I raised my hand to my chin in thought, "we could dance."

Molly threw she fists up into the air and yelled, "Yeah!". This was also followed by a fit of giggles from her part.

"Come on, I'll get my iPod out of my bag and stuff out of my bag," I said and we skipped, yes, skipped, happily from the hallway and into the game room where I had set my bag. I pulled out my iPod and all the cords to plug it into the surround sound system in the room and began to set it up. Just to let you know, I have everything on my iPod, even song that I don't even like (those songs most likely got stuck in my head and I had to put them on there). "Shall we do the Cupid Shuffle?" I asked.

"Yes, we shall!" Molly answered.

Yeah, Molly and I can be random for hours. In fact, I think that our friendship is based off of our randomness. So we're dancing around laughing at one another of we tripped or messed up, and changing the song every other minute, whether it's done or not.