Welcome to yet another Naruto Fanfiction :D!
This one is AU, because i had an itching to write one.
And for your information, the ages of the Akatsuki have changed. I know some people might not like it, but i would rather include all of the Akatsuki in here :P. The ages are as fallowed.
Deidara- 17
Tobi-16
Itachi -17
Sasori-17
Hidan-18
Kakuzu-18
Kisame-19
Pein-19
Konan-17
I DON'T OWN NARUTO~!
Chapter One
Not to self- Socks and wooden stairs DO NOT MIX! And watch out for the neighbors, I think they might be terrorist...
The scenery blurred as I watched it from my fathers car. Green, brown, gray and the occasional blue swirled into my vision. The images finally became clear as we rolled to a stop. A tall beige house stood in front of me.
"Alright, Itami, lets get some of this stuff out." Yup, thats my name. Don't wear it out.
The deep voice Belonged to my father, and it rumbled even through the sound of my headphones. I sighed and got out of the beat-up old blue van. Its not like we were poor, but he just refused to get rid of a car with 'so many memories'. Its not like much important happened in here. Well... I was born in this car, but thats all I could think of. Oh, wait, scratch that, I was probably conceived here to. That made me shudder.
I opened the back, nearly avoiding hitting myself in the face with the door, and hauled several luggage cases out of the back. Yup, thats right, we moved here, in this boring new neighborhood, in a boring new town, and a boring new school. But same old me, Same Ole, Get-the-fuck-off-my-grass dad, and same old Nala. Thats my cat by the way. Wouldn't want you thinking I have a frikkin' lion in the back of my dads van, now would we?
As I trudged up the driveway, I looked around. The grass was perfect, much to my dad's appreciation, as were the plain white flowers. I rolled my eyes.
"Would it kill somebody if there was a bit of color here?" I asked no one in particular. But to my surprise, my dad answered.
"Well, there is beauty in simplicity "He shrugged as he unlocked the door. I swear I almost vomited at the sight of the inside of this big tan brick of a house. Hey, at least that would add some color.
Everything was either black or white. White carpet, black rugs. Black couch, White pillows. Someone must have been fucking stoned while they decorated this house. I mean, there was not even a trace of color. Just black and white.
"Well look who just stumbled into a Old Shirley Temple movie" I grumbled and dropped my first load down near the door. If my dad had a comment, I didn't hear it as I stepped back outside to get more of my things.
I grabbed a purple polka-dot travel bag, and also the pet carrier, which held a very pissed orange tabby. I kept my fingers away from the opening, knowing she would be waiting to exact her revenge. I slightly cringed at the thought of what she would do to the first person she set her claws on. Thinking for a moment, I smirked. She would be seeing my fathers room first.
Back inside, my dad was looking through a few things. Not caring what they were at the moment, I popped up besides him and asked a question that has been in my mind all day. "So which room is mine?"
He chuckled and looked up at me. "Yours is the only room on the third story. It is also the master bedroom" He said, and before he could go on, I was already whooping, and tugging my things up the stairs in a clumsy manner.
After climbing two flights of stairs, I came to a small hallway with two doors. I opened the first one and found a large washroom. Handy, I thought. I closed that door, and opened the other one to reveal a enormous room. I gaped at the room.
"I FUCKING LOVE YOU DAD!" I bellowed, as I flung myself down on the king-sized circular, thats right folks circular, bed.
"WATCH YOUR DAMNED MOUTH!" He shouted back, and I snickered. We always had shout-fests like that. It was one thing that mom hadn't taken away from us. Yeah guys, my parents are divorced. Good thing to, I couldn't stand my mom. She would blame me for things when I wasn't even there, She stole from my dad, and she was even caught cheating one time. Simply said, I don't spend time with Mommy-dearest.
"Hey Itami get down here and look at what I found" A static-y voice said from m door. "The hell?" I asked, walking over to the little speaker mounted on the wall. I squinted at the buttons, trying to figure out which one was to speak back. I press one and spoke random nonsense into it. Nothing. I huffed.
"Its the big red button, hun" A laughing voice spoke again through the speaker. I growled and pushed said button.
"Well ain't this dandy!" I said in a mock southern accent. I released the button and walked out of my new room, which wasn't so boring. Galloping down the steps at an alarming speed, I skidded to a halt in front of my dad, who had a pleated green skirt in his hands. I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"I think you need that in a bigger size." I said examining the material. He snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Its not for me dope! "He said flicking me in the head, "Its your uniform." He stated, holding the skirt to me. I blanched. A uniform. For me. To wear. Nooo no no no no. This isn't rolling well for me.
"What?" He exagerated the 'a' sound, and I wouldn't help but laugh. "You start your new school" tomorrow, and they shipped these here for you." He explained.
"But dad!" I whined. I hated skirts, and any flimsy clothing of any kind. Hearing the tone of my voice he came off with the typical parental line.
"No butts" He firmly stated, almost shoving the clothes into my hands. "Dinner will be sandwiches, And they will be done in ten" He said.
So, as I sulked to my room under the weight of my new uniforms (Seriously dad? FOUR sets?), I thought about what could happen the next day. Who I would meet, how would I publicly embarrass myself. These thoughts were not helping, I noted with a sigh.
Tossing the clothes on my awesome-pawsome (He-he it rhymes.) bed, I grabbed a pair of neon purple socks from my bag and tugged them on. The floor beneath me was wooden, therefor, perfect for dancing in socks.
Grabbing my Ipod from my pocket, I flipped on the next song: Take it Off, by Kesha. Then, I proceeded to dance like no one was watching.
Trust me, you don't want me to go into details.
Right on time, my dad buzzed me through the little wall thing.(Hell if I knew the name if it)Answering back in a rather comical manner, I dashed out the door and ran down the hall. When I saw the stairs, I stopped. Or well, I TRIED to stop. This is when I learned my first lesson in my new house.
DONT RUN DOWN WOODEN STAIRS IN SOCKS!
It dosen't work, trust me, and my newly named bruise, Phillip. I groaned as I stood up, shaking my head. I looked at my arm where Phillip was just starting to turn into a lovely (Heavy on the sarcasm please!) shade or purple.
I latched on to the rail of the second flight of stairs and made my way down. My dad was in the kitchen, dancing to some oldies song on the radio, and making me a sandwich. I was probably the only one who could shout "Make me a sandwich bitch!" At my dad and get away with it. And get a sandwich. I laughed, bringing my dads attention to me.
"Was that loud banging sound I heard you?" He asked, placing the last piece of bred over my turkey-and-swiss sandwich.
I nodded. "Yuppers, and before you end up doing the same thing, Socks and wooden stairs are a no-no" I warned, plucking the sandwich out of his grasps. I put it on the glass table in front of the large T.V. I grabbed the small remote, which had hidden itself in a maze of moving boxes, and jumped onto the couch.
It exploded.
No, I'm kidding, the couch didn't explode, but something sure as hell did. Right as I sat my tush on the couch. It scared the buhgeezuz out of me. As I scrambled off the couch in fear of another explosion, my dad ran over to the window. I fallowed right behind him.I gaped as I looked out the window to our backyard.
There was a three foot hole on our side of the fence, and dust everywhere.
"Holy fruitcake, our neighbors are terrorist!"
He-he! I love Replacing bad words with seemingly ridiculous ones XD
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