I figured that graduating college and moving into my own place was going to be the highlight of my life, but obviously I was wrong. It seems that bad luck always seemed to travel behind me like some tail to a dog, and I can have my friend to thank for that. You see, she was that friend that you always had around, but trouble always seemed to follow just her. Any time I hung out with her it always involved the cops or some bad aftermath from our escapades. This particular time though began with an Ouija board and ended with seven men.

This is how it began.

"Come on. Just talk to the spirits with me."

"No! This is the last straw Kimi. Every time I do anything with you I always end up having some run in with the law."

"But this doesn't even involve the law…"

"Yeah I know. It involves spirits. Who the fuck gives any of us the right to disturb people while they're dead? Has everyone just overlooked the R.I.P now?"

Kimi pouted at me and continued to shove the Ouija board under my nose. How obnoxious.

"Kimi. I swear to Jesus' Buddha that if you don't get that damn board out of my face, your fetus is going to become the next trophy on my mantelpiece." She didn't even flinch at my gruesome threat which had me fuming on the inside. This girl never ceases to amaze me. You threaten to run over her kids and she'll ask if she could drive the car. Anything I say or do has no effect on this girl. Sometimes I wonder how we ever became friends.

Oh yeah I remember. Or mutual interest in a man named Gackt. Let's just say his face and a blue binder had us bonding like two hydrogen molecules to an oxygen molecule.

"Ugh. Fine! But this is the last time I do anything with you."

It was like she was ninja as one minute I was standing there glaring at her, and the next we're sitting across from each other in the dark with lighted candles on the table and sitting pretzel style in the middle of my living room. "So the way this works," she began while placing both her hands on this heart shaped looking piece," you place both hands on the centerpiece and ask questions. With each question a spirit answers, and moves the piece towards either the letters to spell out the answer, or towards the yes and no if it's a yes and no question."

"I don't feel comfortable doing this." I mumbled. "Oh come off it. It'll be fun." She said while grinning. I stared at her for a good minute before sighing and placed my hands on the centerpiece. "Okay. I'll go first," she said," and then you'll follow up."

"Oh spirits. Do you hear me?" I snorted as the piece moved towards the yes. At this point I should've been concerned that the piece moved, but I figured that it was Kimi who decided to be funny and move the piece. So, naturally, I ignored it. "What kind of question was that?"

"At least I asked a question. All you've done is sat on your lazy ass looking scared."

"I'm not scared!"

"Then ask a question." I glared at her once more before shifting my gaze towards the board. "Do you think Kimi is stupid for trying to talk to you…." I hesitated for a moment before adding, "Oh spirits." Kimi scowled at my question and the piece laid still. "See no one's there."

It was as if I spoke to soon and the heart shaped piece began to move towards the 'NO'. "Great. Now even the spirits think you're smart." This question and answering business continued on for a while. Each time we asked a question we would wait for the spirit to guide the piece and then write down what he, she or it said. Sometimes they answered and sometimes they didn't, but it began to get interesting when the answering stopped for a while. Kimi, being the ever so observant Captain obvious she is, had to announce that they stopped answering and as a response I of course just rolled my eyes.

"How about you ask a personal question…like…"My fingers tapped my chin as I was deep in thought, before I sprang up with a bright idea. "Ask em' how they died."

"What. Are you crazy? You can't ask them how they died."

"Why not, you're the one who told me to ask questions. And personally I don't see the harm in that. We've been speaking with them for oh," I glanced at my watch as its bright red digits glared 4:30AM at me. "About an hour now."

"But…but what if they get mad." Kimi whispered, as if speaking any louder will alert the spirits to what our plans were. I laughed as Kimi was the one who looked to be scared. Seems that the tables have turned as the more we continued the less interested Kimi became and the more intrigued I became.

"How about we start with a simple question…like their name?" She bit her lip and hesitated a little bit. It took a little more convincing on my part for her to continue with the game, but eventually our hands came to rest on the heart shaped piece. "May I ask who we are speaking to? A name will suffice." Hey who ever said being polite with spirits won't get you anywhere.

We sat for a good three minutes and nothing happened. No moving of the pieces, no shifting in the winds. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero.

"Ok. Maybe no one's home. Let's ask again!"

"NO!" My head snapped towards Kimi as her sudden outburst almost gave me a heart attack. "What is wrong with you? Wasn't it your idea to do this in the first place?" My heart began to beat faster as she suddenly grabbed unto my hand. Her nails were digging into my skin, and I did my best to try and ignore the sharp pinches in my arm.

"It was, but now I'm having second thoughts, and this entire thing is giving me the heebie jeebies. I feel like something bad is going to happen."

"What the hell could possibly go wrong? We are in a room by ourselves, and these "spirits" are nothing but dead. They can't hurt us unless you want them to. So stop getting like this. You're really starting to creep me out."

"But…" I gave her my all knowing look that was Shut-the-hell-up-before-I-strangle-you. She looked down and moved the heart piece to the center of the board and asked for the spirit to give us their name.

'S'

'A'

'S'

Kimi and I stared at each other for a moment before looking back down at the board to see the rest of the name being spelt out.

'O'

'R'

"Hana…" Her voice was shaking as the heart piece came to rest on the last letter.

'I'

"Ok. That's it. I'm officially freaked out." Kimi jumped up and moved to sit behind the couch while I stared dumbly at the board. "Sasori…"I whispered. The name was so familiar because it was the name of a character from a TV show that Kimi and I still watch. "Kimi. That's obviously not his name. It's just a joke."

"Ghosts and spirits don't joke." She yelled from her place behind the couch. "How about you explain why his name's Sasori?" I couldn't answer her question as I too was confused as to why the spirit spelt out Sasori. I was at a loss of words and I watched as Kimi's head poked out from behind the couch to glare at me. "Exactly my point." She hissed. "Now put that shit away and let's go to bed."

"But…?" Her icy glare pierced me and I sighed while moving to put away the board. Of course what happened next would surprise and utterly freak out anyone as the piece began to move on its own, quickly moving from letter to letter.

I tried to make out what the spirit, or should I say Sasori was trying to say, but the piece was moving to quickly for my eyes to pick up anything. "Kimi." I whispered.

No answer. I didn't want to take my eyes off the board, but I wanted to know where Kimi was right now.

"Kimi." I whispered more harshly this time, hoping that this time she would answer. What I got as a response was a scream. My head whipped around to see my best friend gone from her seat behind the couch. Where the hell was she? I got up and began frantically searching my house as her screams continued to get louder. "HANA! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!"

"I'M COMING!" I yelled. Even though she was yelling like some ax murderer was after her, I couldn't pinpoint her location and I was feeling like giving up, when I remembered that I hadn't checked the basement yet. Maybe that was why her voice sounded muffled.

I swung the door open and pounded down the stairs just to see Kimi cowering in the corner with some man standing over her. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" I yelled while jumping on the strangers back. Within the blink of an eye I was thrown off and I crashed unceremoniously into the couch. I laid there in shock for a minute, dazed at the sheer strength the man had to throw me off so easily like that. It didn't even look like he moved. Dammit. I shook my head and stood up. The man was still standing there but he was no longer towering over Kimi but he was now staring in my direction.

Even though the basement was dark I could still make out a mop of short hair and a tall figure. I blinked and the man was no longer there. "Hana are you okay! I thought he killed you for a second."

I swallowed and looked around the basement to find no one there. I nervously laughed and shook my head even though I knew she wouldn't be able to see. "No...I'm fine."

It was quite for a while before I turned towards Kimi and asked a question that would probably never be answered. "What just happened?"

"You just got your ass handed to you by a shadow." Not the answer I was looking for because it was more of a rhetorical question, but Kimi never picks up on stuff like that.

I glared at her, but she obviously didn't catch that. "What if he's still in the house?" I whispered quietly. She leaned in a little bit to answer me, but a cold hand on my neck had me screaming and scrambling off the couch. I didn't even stop to investigate, but I instead bolted out of the basement and headed straight for my room, only to knock into that same figure that was downstairs. His face was completely impassive as he slowly walked towards me.

"Uh….uhhh…" Yeah I sounded like a complete idiot, but what can I say. This man scared the ever living shit out of me. When he stepped into the moonlight streaming through the window, he didn't look that intimidating. The weird thing was that he looked younger than me. About 17 or 18. What would someone like him be doing scaring older woman like me? It made no sense at all. But then it was like everything hit me. This was Sasori.

Sasori of the Akatsuki. The "Sasori" who we were talking to with the Ouija board. Did we bring him here? How is that even possible? He's a character from a TV show. He's fictional. Just…wow. My mind was all jumbled and nothing coherent could be formed at all. "Who are you?" He spoke in a strong demanding tone and I wasn't one to say no and not answer someone like him. He could kill me without even blinking.

"Uh…I-I'm Hana."

"Where am I?"

"My house." His facial expression read bored beyond belief, but I knew that was just his normal face. He didn't show emotion and he get's agitated very easily. It's a good thing his partner wasn't here because I was sure that Deidara would've gotten on his nerves already, and the result would be a dead Hana and a dead Kimi.

"Where are we?"

"Uh," I hesitated for a moment before looking him in the eye and choking out, "my house." His face showed that he already knew that, but I didn't know what else he was asking for. Did he mean what country we're in…oh. He's probably wondering what village we're in. This was going to be tough explaining everything to him. We weren't anywhere near where he lived. In fact that didn't even exist here.

"Uhh…do you mean what country or village we're in…because…um….yeah." He glared at me for a moment before turning away to inspect the house. I stood still for a good second and watched his retreating back. He headed into the living room and I ran to catch up with him because I wasn't sure if he would destroy my house in a fit of rage seeing as everything would be foreign to him. I too would be frustrated if I showed up in a place that I've never seen before with two strange girls.

He began slowly walking around my living room and picked up pictures and different pieces of items that I knew they didn't have where they were from. What had me intrigued though was his sudden fascination with all the pictures hanging on my wall. The one that he was currently parked in front of was a picture of me and my brother. My brother wasn't looking at the camera and his head was lolled the side as he sat in his wheelchair, but I cherished that picture because it was the last picture I took with him before he died. As Sasori moved to the picture next to it, I couldn't help but stare at my brothers droopy features and smile to myself. Even though he was disabled he still looked handsome. He had light brown hair with sky blue eyes and plump pink lips. I was sure that if his disability wasn't in the way of him, girls would be swooning over him, but of course a lot of people wouldn't notice a boy in a wheelchair.

I sighed and looked to my right to see Sasori staring at a picture of my mom and dad. That was the only picture I knew of that they smiled in and actually looked civil together. But under all that façade and "keeping up with appearances" crap, they actually hated each other. Well let me rephrase that. My dad absolutely hated my mother while my mother loved my father. Her religion was what kept her strong in the relationship, and even though my father would call her names and beat her, she still said she loved him. I actually pitied her and was disgusted with how she handled everything. How could you love something that hurt's you every chance they get?

You're probably wondering why I have a picture of them hanging in my living room, but I have it there as a reminder to never end up like my mother and marry someone that will berate me and beat me. I want to marry someone that will love me and never change when we have kids. Kids ruins everything and that's why I've been debating having kids for the longest time. But now that I'm 22, never dated anyone before, I'm desperate for anything. But, to be honest I'm scared to take that further step to find someone. What if they hurt me like my father hurt my mother? What if they will just use me for my money? I shook these thoughts out of my head as now was not the time to be thinking of that. What my main focus should be is the fact that a cold heartless murderer is standing next to me admiring all the pictures on my wall.

Sasori blinked a couple of times, then turned around and made a beeline for the couch. Once he sat down and was comfortable enough, he stared at me from his position across the room. The feeling of his eyes on me had my body shivering and goose bumps form and in my head I just realized…What happened to Kimi? Last I remember was leaving her in the basement. I snuck a peak at Sasori, and much to my surprise (sarcasm), he was still staring at me. "Uhh…I'm gonna go find Kimi." I peeled out of there like a race car and ran into the basement yelling for her to come out.

Walking down the basement steps I found Kimi sprawled out on the couch snoring while clutching unto my favorite red blanket. I sighed and shook my head at her position. Leave it to Kimi to escape situations like these.

Now you see why I try not to associate with her anymore. She brings the bad things here, and I end up being the one to clean up the mess. Great. Now I'm going to have to figure all of this out.

"Thanks a lot Kimi."

Sasori was still sitting on the couch where I left him, but he was reading a book this time. When I walked towards the couch on the opposite side of him, I snuck a look at the title and almost laughed at what he was reading. It was the book Modelland by Tyra Banks. That book was one of the worst books I've ever read, but I kept it because my friend Catherine gave it to me. Plus Tyra's signature was in the front of the book, and I loved her for her show and works…but she should stick to modeling. Not writing….no offense or anything. Watching Sasori's facial expressions as he flipped through the pages was to say the least bit boring. His face remained the same, but if you looked hard enough you could see irritation and annoyance written all over his face.

"I wouldn't continue looking at that. You might get annoyed even more." His eyes remained on the page and I could see his eye twitching. "Tookie de la crème." Hearing him pronounce the main characters name had a snort bubbling up my throat, but I managed to hold it down, afraid that if he heard me laughing at him I would be killed. "Um. It's a bad name I know." He closed the book and tossed it behind him. I jumped at the impact of the book on the floor, but watched as Sasori stared at the Ouija board. I forgot that I hadn't put it away. I quickly got up and packed up the board before tossing it into the closet. I hope we never use that damn thing ever again.

"So…" I started expecting him to branch off of that, but he didn't. He just sat and stared.

What an oddball.

"Well seeing as how you seem to be bubbling with enthusiasm, and I don't want to interrupt your sentence. I will go ahead and say that you're not from around here, and that this is New Jersey. We're in Saddle River, in Bergen County." I would expect that all of this went over his head, but he didn't make any gestures or say anything that would give away his lack of knowledge on the area.

"I'm assuming you have no idea what I'm talking about…so let's just say we're not in Fire Country, Wind Country or wherever you were residing. That doesn't exist here."

"What do you mean?" Finally! The puppet master speaks.

"What I mean is that ninja's and villages are nonexistent in this world."

"What do you mean?" Okay this was getting pretty old, pretty fast. The least he could've done was rephrase it to make it seem like he's the least bit interested. Maybe if I talk about the Akatsuki he'll crack and say something along the lines of, 'How do you know about the Akatsuki'. But I highly doubt that. He might kill me for knowing about them, but back in his world, within the Gaara arc, the Akatsuki we're becoming well known so me saying anything about them probably wouldn't come as a surprise to him. The only problem is that I know more than the average person over there would. I know about all the members, their likes and dislikes, their partners, missions they've completed, missions for the future, how they die, and their plan for world domination. If I ever spoke a word of any of those things, Kimi's fetus wouldn't be on the mantelpiece…my head would.

So I kept my mouth shut about everything Akatsuki and played dumb. Yes folks. I played the stupid neighbor next door. It's not like I had anything to worry about. Sasori wasn't much of a talker, and he wouldn't ask me any questions. Matter of fact, he would keep to himself and just educate himself about this world. He wouldn't fret over anything because it would be bothersome to him. I felt like his thoughts were revolving around, 'I'm no longer tied to the Akatsuki so my obligations no longer lie there'. He's probably thinking that he no longer has any obligations period. Maybe that's why he just sat there and stared at me.

It made me uncomfortable, but I knew he was just sizing me up and judging if I was a threat to him. But come on. A girl that looks like me would hardly seem much of a threat. If anything I was a threat to myself.

I checked my watch again as now 5:30AM glared at me.

Great. I had work in an hour, and I didn't get any sleep at all as my last shift lasted four hours longer because stupid Brittany asked if I could cover for her. Asshole.

Now I would have to run off of coffee and sugar, which wasn't good at all. Considering the fact that I had an irregular heartbeat, caffeine and large amounts of sugar didn't do me any justice. In fact it made my heart hurt and my heart beat faster than usual.

I'll have Brittany to thank for that.

"So here's the thing. I have work in an hour, and you have nowhere to go. I'll allow you to stay here for the time being until you find a way home, but there will be conditions. Living under my roof you will follow my rules. There aren't much, and they're easy to follow. All I'm asking is that you don't destroy my property and I won't hire someone to destroy you." The last part obviously was an attempt at an empty threat, but it'll be good to let him know that I don't play around. "Rule number one is leave everything the way you've found it. My house is completely clean and I like to keep it that way. Rule number two is that you are never to leave the house without my permission and without me. If you do get permission you are only allowed to go as far as the driveway, which is pretty far if you look outside. Rule number three is never ever answer the door if you hear or sense someone there. And the last rule is, if I ever have company over you will hide until they leave. Capisci!"

I was shocked that Sasori slowly nodded, but I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Thank god it was him that ended up here rather than someone else. "I'm going to take a quick shower and eat breakfast so just..uh make yourself at home." I began to walk towards the stairs when another rule popped into my head. I turned my head to look at Sasori and said, "Oh and one more thing is never ever enter my room without my permission and don't touch my stuff. The same goes for Kimi." I shot him a quick smile and ran upstairs to take a shower and begin my day, which I knew was going to be very long.

Oh god. I don't know what I got myself into, but Sasori wouldn't be any trouble. He's a good…kid…or puppet I should say. He listens to people and follows directions. Thank god him and not Tobi...or should I say Madara. I shivered at just the thought of him showing up on my doorstep.

Well…only one of the Akatsuki showed up, but I was curious as to why Sasori? Why not one of the other members? And if one came, shouldn't that mean that all of them should come. I didn't want to dig myself an early grave and speak to soon, but why not all of them?

Why just one?

A/N: Ok. First story on this account. I made this chapter long because…well I had the time. I'll try and update every day, because I really have no excuse as to why I can't. It's summer and I'm not working until next week so my goal is to pump these babies out every day. This story is something that I would like to think is original. You'll see who's in here and who's not…so just wait and you'll see. Okay that's enough of that.

Disclaimer: Don't own em', nor will I want to own them. I'd rather leave that to Masashi Kishimoto. He's good at what he does.