Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me… nor do any of the places, songs /Songs belong to the people who own them like artist, or the studio people./ or other little items that I might mention.

THE STORY/PLOT/ IS MINE!!

Naruko laid across her couch on her stomach watching The Twelve Kingdoms on her Playstation 3. Soon she was snapped out of her thoughts ones she heard her cell go off.

She quickly paused the movie and answered her cell from the coffee table.

"Hello…?" Naruko Asked in a slight daze for watching the T.V for far too long.

"Naruko is that you? It's me Kiba." Naruko turned stopped her movie and got on the internet on her Playstation 3 and went on YouTube to play Fine Day (remix) by Miss Jane.

"Oh Hay, Kiba what's up?" Naruko Asked as she unknowing began to sway her hips to the song.

"Ah, yes do you have time or are you at a club again? " Kiba joked "Ya I have time anyways I haven't been to a club since I broke up with the Ice Princess! It's just my Playstation." Naruko stopped her hips. "Ok. So can you meet me at Shino's parents Café?" Kiba went to a more calm tone. "Sure but what's with her serious tone?" Naruko asked as she put some random jeans on and turned of her Playstation. "Nothing just get here soon, okay." Kiba said then hung upped the phone. "Fine." Naruko had noticed her Shitae (1) on the coffee table she quickly texted Kiba:

Hy do u wnt me 2 brng me Shitae? (^^)

She was a mangaka (2) and she rather give it to her editor now then later any ways she was done with it. (A.N:: Her Editor is Kiba.) Naruko's phone began to vibrate.

RE: Sure if you want. (wtf)-- (^^) :: hyper much?

Naruko frowned at the last part.

RE: It jst a sig! (^^)

Naruko walk out locked her house and looked up as she felt a drop of hater fall on her face she then felt more fall down. She ran into her car throwing her Shitae and purse to the passenger's seat.

Naruko turned on her radio as she pulled out of the drive way. She heard the silent smooth tone of Sommus by Yoko Shimomura. She looked down at her iPod that was plugged in. The dam song was on repeat, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it from repeating.

Just like that night.