Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, just the plot, Momoko, Ayame, Riku, Mitsuki, Miku, and anyone who isn't part of Naruto. Aparently, I also own Flying for Dummies, since it's an unexsistent book (tell me if you find it at a bookstore). I also don't own the "No Child Left Behind Act", but I do own the idea of agitation attacks (I think).

book titles/foreign words

demon

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- =next day flashbacks are marked

Introduction

I sat alone on a bench in a park, swinging my legs ceaselessly. I really hate waiting, especially when it's for those quick little things. Finally, someone sits on the bench next to me. I look up from the patterened sidewalk and my eyes meet dull green ones. The person has messy ash brown hair and obvious muscles.

This is the guy who's supposed to give me a drug to control my demonic attacks. I couldn't get something like this from a drugstore, of course, so I'm paying this guy good money for something I'm not sure even works. I tell people I have agitation attacks, something the doctors can give me medicine for. But these attacks are caused by a demon inside me, this I'm sure of.

The guy hands me a bottle of pills, then immediately says, "Money." I don't like his commanding attitude, but I give him the money anyway, then put the bottle in my pocket. I get up and head for the exit of the park at a bit of a fast pace.

Being a fifteen-year-old girl with a demon is hard. Being a fifteen-year-old girl with an overactive demon and other powers is a hell ride. Other than coming up with the little "agitation attack" thing for when my demon takes over, I also have to wear glasses to keep myself from accidentally using my powers. I have the ability to move things with my mind, but it works best when there isn't anything obstructing my eyes like my eyelids or glasses. I've discovered it doesn't work at all with glasses- the lens reflect the technique right back at me.

At least I have cute glasses. They're red with little pink hearts on them. I had to get them custom-order though, and it's a good thing my parents left me with a lot of money. That's another thing- I'm an orphan. But I'm allowed to live on my own, because nobody in the world wants to deal with my "agitation attacks" and my ability to move things with my mind.

The government still makes me go to school though. It's because of that retarded "No Child Left Behind Act" that the idiot previous president came up with. At least I have good grades in school, even if I don't have any friends. And some of the girls are a little bit jelous of my natural dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes, although I don't know why they are.

My bedroom in my top-floor apartment overlooks a park. More specifically, the man-made lake of the park. Most people would say it's a good view, but I think it could be better. Even from five stories up I can tell the water's contaminated with God-knows what. The people in this city are so disgusting.

I always keep my windows shut because the air outside reeks. Other than my bedroom, my apartment has a kitchen, a living/dinning room, and a bathroom. All the neccessities and the rent is super-cheap.

I keep my decor to a minimum. In the kitchen, there's a fridge with a freezer, a stove (which I rarely use), a mircowave, a sink, and a dishwasher. Everything else is what it was when I moved in. In the living room, I got a plasma T.V., couches, a table with some chairs, and those little T.V. tables. The table is strewn with papers, mostly notes on the side studies I do, and the mail, which is mostly bills.

In the bathroom, there's a toilet, a shower, and a sink. I put a little rug on the floor near the shower so I don't trip when I come out. By the sink are all my essentials, a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, and make-up. In the cabinets under the sink I store the stuff for my monthly "gift" from Mother nature.

In my bedroom, I have a futon in place of a bed, as I didn't want to buy a bed and all the stuff that comes with it. The floor is carpeted, which is better than sleeping on something like wood, but it still doesn't do my back much of a favor. I have all my clothes in one dresser, and a mirror sits on the ground next to it. My alarm clock is plugged into an outlet a little ways from my futon so I have to get up to turn it off. All the walls in my house are white and so are the curtains.

All my technology, other than my T.V., is portable. I have a nice cell phone with unlimited texting, calling, and whatever else it can do that I don't do with it and has a camera. I have a 3rd generation pink 8 GB i-Pod Nano with a black cover decorated with cherries. I also have a soft pink laptop with with a custom skin I got off the internet.

My laptop is my life because all my classes but one are computer-based classes. The only class I don't need my laptop for is Japanese. For that class, I have all the hand-outs in a binder with a hole-puncher since the teacher is too lazy to hole-punch the hand-outs themself. I keep my Japanese stuff in my bag with my laptop. My cell phone and i-Pod are stuffed in my pockets.

In all my fifteen years of life, I've never had a boyfriend, much less kissed any guy outside my family. It's probably because everyone at school views me as a nerd, as I don't have a social life. I don't have a social life because everyone's afraid off my "agitation attacks". I don't mind it though- at least no one bullys me about it.

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Today, there's a new kid in school. Rumor has it- although I only overheard the rumor- that the new kid's a guy with bright red hair and chocolate-brown eyes. He doesn't talk much, is a practical genius, and hates waiting. His personality is a lot like mine, according to the rumor. But I'm not one to believe rumors, especially since last year, one went around that I never lie, yet I lie so much that if I were Pinnochio, my nose would probably reach Japan.

This period is Japanese, my favorite class, even though I can't use my laptop. It just so happens that we have a new student in class, so I finally get to see if the rumor's true. The guy comes in, and it turns out the rumor's true, for once. He has the brightest red hair I've ever seen and chocolate-brown eyes. His eyes are dull, like the guy's from yesterday.

The teacher snaps for the class to be quiet and the red-head says, "I'm Sasori Akasuna. I transferred here from a school in another country." Short, sweet, and to the point, just how I would do such a thing.

I notice out of the corner of my eyes other girls are smiling at him, obviously trying to get his attention. He doesn't notice them however, just stares at something on the wall behind the rest of us. The teacher assigns him the empty seat next to me, much to the other girls' dismay. I miss whatever else the teacher says on the subject, tapping my pencil with impatience as I wait for the lesson to begin.

After class, all the other girls surround me in the hall. "Stay away from Sasori, he's ours." One of them says.

"Whatever, let me get to class." I reply coldly, and shove past them.

I feel someone grip the collar of my uniform and spin around to see one of them had grabbed me. "We're serious, stay away from Sasori." She says.

"And I was serious when I said let me get to class." I say flatly, taking my glasses off.

"I mean it, Momoko, stay away from Sasori!"

That was my snapping point. I used my mind to throw her into the wall. "I don't have any interest in him. Get it through that thick skull of yours." Then I put my glasses back on and storm off to my next class.

"That was pretty amazing what you did back there." Someone said, suddenly coming up on my side.

"Whatever. Leave me alone."

I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Can't. I'm here under orders to take a girl with powers back to base. You'd be the girl with powers."

I stop and turn to face them. "You came all the way out here on orders? That's retarded, Sasori."

"You can say that now."

"You can't capture me that easy. I don't go down without a fight."

"I knew I'd have to do this." He sighs and raises his hand. Suddenly, blue strings wrap around me tightly.

"Crap. You're making me destroy perfectly good custom-made glasses over this."

"Maybe you should just come quietly then."

"Tch, fine. I've been looking for a way out of here anyway."

The strings vanish. "Follow me." He says, heading for the nearest exit. I follow him, partly afraid of his powers. As a precaution, I take off my glasses and put them in their case.

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