Disclaimer: I got the idea from StarfireGreencoon
Disclaimer: I got the idea from StarfireGreencoon. Blah, blah, blah, not my characters.
The plane landed smoothly on the tarmac of airport.
"The ninja have landed." A security guard whispered into his ear piece.
"We can see that." Another voice answered through the head set.
"The doors are opening." The security guard spoke again into his ear piece.
"Stop stating the obvious." The doors were, in fact, opening. "Wait, where are the stairs?"
"Not in front of the plane."
"I know that, jackass. But where are the stairs? What's the point in opening the door if they can't—" At that moment, a raven-haired boy fell out of the open door and face-planted into the ground. "—get out." The guard finished his sentence and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Sasuke-kun!" a pink-haired girl screamed from the door of the jet. As she did, a blonde boy jumped down thirty feet from the door to the ground below.
"Scared of flying?" The boy laughed as he knelt next to the fallen raven-haired teen. "Huh, Sasuke-chan?"
The grounded boy mumbled a few unintelligible words into the dirt, but "shut up" and "Usuratonkachi" were easily heard as he stood up.
The pink-haired girl along with a grey-haired man approached the security guard who met them half-way.
"Are…are you the ninjas?" Behind his black shades were confused eyes.
"Uh, yeah." The grey-haired man was also a bit confused. "Can't you tell?"
"It's just that, well, they look a little young." The guard pointed at the two approaching boys and then at the pinkette. "And you look a bit too old." The blonde laughed when the guard said that.
"Naruto!" The pinkette smacked the blonde on the back of his head. Sasuke smirked.
"Ow, Sakura-chan, that hurt." Naruto complained.
"I'm twenty-six." Kakashi rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh, sorry." The guard almost blushed from embarrassment. "But what about the kids."
"We start this job at a very young age."
"I guess that makes since. Well, follow me." The guard turned to walk towards a long, black limo.
"What the hell is this thing?" Sasuke stopped in front of the open car door. Everyone else had already climbed in.
"It's a car." A new guard said from the front seat.
"What does it do?" Naruto asked from the farthest seat from the front. Sasuke rolled his eye. Why would someone get in something if they didn't know what it was?
"It, um, drives…well, moves on wheels. It takes you places."
"I can run. Where are we going?"
"Just get in the damned thing." Kakashi pulled the stubborn Uchiha into the limo before he had a chance to walk away.
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"So where are we going?" Sakura asked after ten minutes of driving.
"The White House." The driver answered. "It's in D.C.—you'll meet our president there."
"Is that what you call your kage?" Sasuke asked to distract himself from the moving death trap—the car.
"Our what?"
"Your leader." Sasuke's short nails dug deeper into the leather seats. It was as if he was holding on for dear life.
"Um, sure. He's our leader."
"Sasuke-kun?" Sakura turned to face the object of her obsession. "Are you okay?"
"Fine!" Sasuke snapped angrily to conceal his one and only fear. The fear of automated transportation. "I'm fine. How do you choose this president? Are there certain requirements?" He decided to continue on with the previous conversation.
"They need to be born in the US, 35, elected by the people—."
"You get to choose your leader?" Kakashi shook his head in disapproval. "There's no way that could be good."
"It doesn't. You'll see."
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They arrived at the White House. Most—Sakura and Naruto—were shocked by the size of the mansion. The inside completely blew their minds—it was huge! Even the oval office was at least twice the size of the Hokage's. In it, the president sat at his desk. He stood up when the shinobi entered followed by the guard.
"Who are they?" The old man asked as he stood—still behind his desk.
"They are the ninja from Japan's fire nation." A portly man whispered to answer the question.
"They look like terrorists, Dick."
"I don't mean to sound rude", Kakashi spoke up. He thought it was mean to call the man a dick; he was only trying to help. "We are the ninja, President-sama."
"Sama!" the president threw up his hands in protest. "I am not and will never be related to that terrorist, Osama. My name is George W. Bush, ya' hear?"
"Sorry. I mean President Bush." Kakashi apologized.
"Wait a minute." Bush interrupted again. "If you're the ninjas, that means you're from Japan. How can you speak American?"
"If you mean English—"
"No, no, no!" Bush, once again, cut off the grey-haired man. "I'm a pure-bred American. Born and raised in this great nation. I am, therefore I speaks, American. English is what those tea-drinkers down in England speak."
"We learned before we got here." Kakashi spoke quickly to prevent anymore cuts.
"Why did you/we come here again?" Naruto and Bush asked at the same time.
"To find a new hidden village."
"I've never seen any hidden villages." Bush shook his head.
"That's because it's…hidden." Kakashi explained. "So, do we have permission to search for it?"
"Yes." Dick Cheney answered.
"I want to look too." Bush whined to his VP. Dick shook his head.
"You have work to do."
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The ninja left the office shortly after.
"What was with that guy?" Sakura asked when they got out side.
"He was an even bigger idiot than this Dobe." Sasuke shook his head in disapproval.
"Yeah….Hey!" Naruto realized who Sasuke was talking about.
"I take that back." Sasuke said and Naruto relaxed. "Nobody could ever be that dumb." Lucky for everyone, Naruto didn't get it.
"So, where are we off to first?" The blonde asked eagerly. Kakashi pulled out a map.
"Well, it's not here in D.C. So I guess we should check all of the capitols. Starting with…the one in Florida."
"How will we get there?" Sakura asked. Sasuke prayed hard.
"We're flying, of course." Kakashi smiled under his mask. Chibi inner-Sasuke cursed as it ran around his brain.
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