Authors note: This is the first time ever in all my life that I'm writing a story in FIRST PERSON!!! I feel that if your writing 1st person that you really need to know the character, like I mean KNOW the character, imagine what's going on in their head, like match the personality dead on. Everything has to be exact if you want a first person story to really mean something, but I'm just doing this because I'm sort of…experimenting. Ya, I'm just seeing what it's like, testing my abilities. So, I guess that's all I have to say.Also,sorry for a few spelling errors, i stink at spelling but hey, as Hannah Montana once said "Knowbody is Perfect!"

Useful info: Journal entry "Dialog" (duh…)

Well that's all for now! Enjoy and plzzzzz review…or else…

Chapter 1: It's just a journal

It's 12:00 at midnight and for some odd reason I can't get myself to fall asleep. Maybe it's because my feet hurt like heck! Every step I take is like I'm walking on nails, then afterwords I would start to feel my feet pulsing painfully, burning sort of. Really, I guess it's all in my mind, like an illusion. My body is just giving me an excuse to start getting lazy around here. And laziness is the last thing I need to be full of, especially with Orochimaru ordering me around like his personal butler. I know it's his fault that I'm in pain. It's also his fault that I can't sleep. He kept me busy running a bunch of errands today, and how else was I supposed to stay awake in the middle of the night, coffee. Who know how many cups I had. Oh, well I guess I'll just keep writing until I fall asleep-

"What are you doing Kabuto?" A faint voice echoed off the walls. Who is that! And how did this person enter my room without me noticing. I could've sworn that my door was closed. Well, I guess someone was gonna walk in here sooner or later."I'm just…writing" I kept my face to my journal so I would't turn around. I'm not sure why I wouldn't come face to face to the other person in the room. I just, didn't turn around and kept my eyes glued to the sheet of paper in my notebook.

"What are you writing?" The voice continued, it sounded like it was getting closer.

"I-it's just a journal…" I felt someone's presence behind me. This is ridiculous, what's so terrifying about this person that's making me freak out? I don't even know who this person is. That's the thought that was rolling through my mind as I turned my head around to face the mystery intruder. Well, no one was there. It's official, I'm hearing things! But just as I was about to continue, I heard the voice again, only this time directly-in-front-of-me.

"What's wrong, ya scared of me?" The voice whispered, mockingly. I knew someone was in front of me, I just didn't know who? You know that feeling you get when someone's near you, or almost right next to you, they give off some sort of body heat. Well, that's the feeling that I felt. And to tell you the truth, that wasn't exactly my favorite feeling. I hate it actually. It felt weird. It felt weird like the heat radiating onto my face. Someone is in here. And they're close. Very close. I just realized something. I was holding my breath. Why, out of worry? And another thing, my eyes were sealed shut. I slowly creaked my eyes open and saw a dark out lining of the intruder. My eyes widened hoping it would help me see the person, but no luck.

The dark figure took a few steps in and reached for something on my desk. The arm extended for my lamp. The golden skin glowed under the light as it grabbed the neck of the lamp, slowly bending it back ward so that it was shining to the ceiling. The lamps light shot up and gently flooded the surrounding area with light as its heat gently fell down to fill whatever space it could, creating a small oasis of light. Just enough light for two people. But whoever it was that was in front of me was gone, or, no, just behind me again. I turned around once more, but just I was about to make a full 360 in my chair, the lamp was switched off. O.k. whoever is in here is really annoying. I felt around on my desk until I found my desk lamp. I felt a few pens, then my journal-aha! I grabbed the lamp and switch it, but the hand that belonged to the intruder, who apparently hadn't let go of the lamp, switched it off.

Oh, I see how it is. I turned it on again only this time I made sure to yank it out of the person's hands. But both hands where brought out and where holding it tightly. The hands slowly bent the light toward what seemed to be the outlining of a face. My head was dizzy from not breathing. When the lamp was bent fully in the intruder's direction I lifted my head to see-

"Boo." I let out a deep long sigh then inhaled the lost breath that I have been longing for. I can't believe I was getting freaked out over-

" What do you want Sasuke?" I bent my lamp back to my notebook turning back around in my chair.

"Nothing, I'm just walking around." Sasuke answered sitting on my desk. I raised my eyebrow at his reply.

"At midnight."

"Well, I don't see you in bed either."

"I would go to bed, but I'm just not tired yet."

"How come?" Sasuke asked picking up my notebook from under my pen. He is more annoying than he thinks he is. Why doesn't he just leave?

" Because I drank a lot of coffee." I looked up at him on my desk watching him rudely flip through the pages of my notebook.

"What's the coffee for?" He mumbled while teasingly tearing at a page's edge. I swear if he tears any part of that book.

" It's so I don't get tired while doing whatever it is that Orochimaru wants me to do." I rested my chin in my hands. When will he leave this is getting really annoying.

" Like what?" He jumped off of my desk holding the slightly torn page by the tip.

"Like doing stuff for you!" I grabbed my notebook out of his annoying little hands. I watched him slowly step back toward my bed and take a seat.

"Whatever." He let his back fall on the pillows, scattering everything. I just made that bed this morning, now he's ruining it. His leg started swaying back and forth, what did he think this was, his room.

"You can do things yourself, I don't see why I have to do things for you." "It's not like I'm asking you to do things for me. I can take care of my self."

"Well why don't you tell anyone that." I turned around to see him sitting up looking straight at me.

" If you mean Orochimaru, then your insane. Besides you tolled me your self. not to get the guy mad. So stop complaining and just do what the man says." He slowly lay back on the pillows. I turned back to my journal and continued writing.

"Easy for you to say." I kept scribbling away at my notebook.

"Just so you know, I don't enjoy you doing things for me." Sasuke sighed.

I didn't feel like talking anymore. It was 1:15 in the morning and he was getting on my nerves. Oh well on the bright side, I feel kinda tired now. I think the coffee is finally wearing off. Anyway I guess I can just pretend he's not in here. Ya, that'll do for now. I kept writing for what seemed like hours. And throughout the entire time, Sasuke never left! After a while I closed my notebook and walked to my bed. Sasuke was lying there half under the covers half on top. His mouth was slightly open and a low snore escaped from his mouth. He shifted to the side and scrunched his legs up to his chest and made an odd snuffling noise.

Well if he wants to sleep in my room fine with me. I guess I'll just sleep in his room. I turned off my desk lamp letting my room fall into an eerie darkness. I left and closed the door behind me.

I sat up in my bed and stretched my arms out. Something wasn't right. I started to feel my surroundings. I looked up at the walls. The bed was smaller to-this isn't my room! I jumped out of the unknown bed and poked my head out the door.

"This is Sasuke's room…oh, now I remember." I walked into my room and believe it or not, Sasuke was still there, only now he was slightly falling off the bed with his small feet just barley touching the floor. I walked up to him and pushed him off. His face hit the floor then he let out a muffled grumble.

"Morning Sasuke." I started as I went to go fix my bed.

"Good morning jerk." He smirked as he headed for the door. I ignored his insult and continued my daily bed making.

"I'm going to get breakfast."

"Have fun." Like I cared what he did.

" Someone's feeling angry this morning." Then Sasuke was out the door. It's about time!

I walked up to my desk and I saw my journal lazily flopped open.

"Funny, I thought I closed it…" But, I noticed something that wasn't in my handwriting.

I don't understand why he doesn't just leave. He's still in here right now in fact. What makes him think that he can just waltz in here and take a nap.

Well Kabuto,maybe you should try closing your door instead of leaving it wide open…

He read my journal didn't he? He needs to keep his nose out of other people's business. He should keep himself out of other people's rooms to while he's at it. Then I closed my journal and went to go find something to eat. Why does Sasuke have to be this annoying?

Okay, heres the deal with this story, I'm probably not going to continue with it, but if i really want to ( or if other people want me to) than i will. So if you liked it review, if you didn't, well then sorry this didn't interest you even just a little. Well bye bye for now!!!!(now you can review)