Ok, so, today is my (self-proclaimed) little sister's birthday! YAYZ~! Well, anyways, I wanted to do something fun for her birthday, so why not let her spend it with everyone's favorite organization of S-Class Criminals? Jessica is our blue and fuzzy Sempai, William "Squeers" is her little brother, Molly is my Imooto-chan, and Charlie is yours truly! Enjoy!

Molly, Jessica, William/Squeers, and Charlie: © me

Everyone else: ©The person who came up with Naruto whose name I am currently blanking upon

Chapter 1: Early Morning Mishaps

The sound of someone screaming colorful oaths at the top of their lungs, bare feet stampeding down the hallway, and a large something crashing into itty-bitty pieces shook Molly from her dreams of chocolate, yaoi, and Hello Kitty. Her eyes flew open as a loud explosion detonated right outside of her room, blowing the door off of its hinges. More screaming followed, as well as thunderous footfalls that then proceeded to travel down the hallway at lightning speed, away from the sleeping fangirl. Er, make that previously sleeping fangirl. She sighed, debating whether or not she should simply close her eyes and fall back to sleep, or inspect the newest damage to her shared room with her friends Jessica and Charlie. 'It will only get fucked up later…' she reminded herself. But, seeing as she didn't want to wake up to Tobi hugging her like last week (he somehow managed to pick the deadlock she installed), Molly rolled to her side, pixie-cut of tightly packed curls now resembling an afro, and deep bags under her eyes. She spied the alarm clock beside her bed; '8:00 am. They let me sleep in this time.' Yawning widely once more, she drew back the covers and slid into a pair of black kitty slippers, and grabbed a shirt to pull on over her…sparse sleepware. Looking down at the charred door, she pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger, sleepily walking (more stumbling than anything) out into the havoc-ridden hallway. The scene she was met with made her raise an eyebrow:

A shrieking Deidara was cringing behind an equally terrified Hidan, as Charlie hollered expletives that would make a person's hair curl at them whilst swinging a metal pipe at them, her face contorted into a mask of rage. Behind the anger-managment-class-needing teenager, an exasperated Jessica wailed at her to 'calm down and take three deep breaths!' The blue-clad girl then had to duck as a shuriken and clay bird nearly missed her head (they were originally aimed at the small pyro).

Blinking somberly, Molly slowly dragged her feet towards the fight, eye twitching spastically. Creeping up behind Charlie, she snatched the pipe from her hands and clamped a hand across her mouth. Charlie froze instantly, her focus shifting from beating the two assholes in front of her to a majorly pissed fourteen year old behind her. She mumbled something through Molly's hand, earning a raised eyebrow from the girl. Removing her hand, she asked, "Now, honey, why are you trying to Kill Deidara and Hidan?"

Noting the sickly sweet tone, Charlie gulped. 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! We woke her up…!' Shivering slightly, still frozen to the spot, she mumbled, "W-well, ya sees… er…" as the memory of what had just transpired came back to her, anger once again leaped in her stomach, face flushing with fury, "THESE TWO ASSHOLES STOLE MY MARIO CART, DELETED ALL OF MY RECORDS, LOST THE FUCKING THING, AND BROKE MY LUCKY CONTROLLER!"

Turning her head slowly to look at her Sempai, Jessica nodded, confirming Charlie's story. Next, she looked at the two cowering Akatsuki members, whose shivering increased ten-fold as Molly's piercing glare turned to them. She was not, repeat, NOT, the person to fuck with in the morning. Hidan and Deidara looked at each other, debating whether or not to; A. lie, B. tell the truth, C. plead to the fifth amendment, or D. to try and make a break for it. Thirty seconds of contemplation later, Molly coughed, impatient for their answer. "W-well, we did borrow it, but then Tobi wanted to play…" mumbled Hidan, surprisingly refraining from any of his normal profanities infront of the sleep-deprived, homicidal teenager.

"Y-yeah, un! It's his fault!" Deidara chimed in.

Growling, Molly turned back to Charlie, who, if possible, went even pale-er. "Get over it. If you must, just try to find it. And just duct tape the damn console together. Now shut up, all of you, and fix my door. I'm going back to bed—and if one of you wakes me up within the next three hours, I will bury you alive under Charlie's third of the room." And with that, she stormed away, eyes beginning to close. No one moved for the better part of five minutes until they were sure she was asleep, and then exploded into a violent half-screaming match (the 'half' part being that the threat of being buried under plushies, candy wrappers, moldy pizza, animated-socks, and clothing that hadn't been washed for the better part of three months terrified them more than death).

"You jackasses!" Charlie hissed, grip on the metal pipe tightening until her knuckles were white as bone, "Was it entirely necessary to blow up the door ta' me, Jessica's, and her's room?"

"Well, sorry, un! I was aiming at you, but I had to duck that damned pipe of yours!" spat the other blond, hand slowly creeping towards his pocket in case of annother pipe-attack.

Jessica intervened before Hidan, who had started to open his mouth, could shatter glass with annother overly-crude remark. "Be quiet, you idiots! I swear, just having to live under the same roof as you lowers my IQ!" She then turned around on her heel, and traipsed down the hallway back towards the now door-less room to catch up on her reading. She had just found a stack of old Arthur Conan Doyle's work buried deep within Charlie's mess and had been meaning to read them for some time. The left-over trio watched her back as it slowly gained distance from them and duck into the room, when she appeared again. "Whoever blew down the door—at the very least, just prop it back up. I don't want to be forced to listen to the constant bickering of you imbeciles whilst I read." Knowing Deidara probably couldn't lift the door (it was ladened down with poster, postcards, a dart board, and random decorations, which probably equaled to about 50 pounds), Charlie stalked forward and effortlessly grabbed the thing by the handle and replaced the wooden slab in the doorway.

With that done, she spun around to glare at Deidara and Hidan who were trying to sneak away. Tapping the pipe against the palm of her opposite hand, she growled, "Now, where are my video games?"

Ok, so this is my first story on Fanfiction, so any and all comments/feedback would be appreciated! X3