I met a boy today. He taught me a fun game. What are you talking about, Sasuke? Games are fun. Especially this one.

Now, what we need to do is imagine ourselves. Everything that makes us us. Imagine it in a solidified form. Now- hush Naruto, I'm getting to it. As I was saying, imagine these masses of us reach out. They grab something. It's a mask. Not any mask. A mask of actions and emotions.

Slowly, carefully, they put the masks on. Now that it's on, you must try to keep your mask on. Keep up the charade. Now listen carefully, this is the fun part.

Naruto, your mask is a hyper, cheery boy. He still contains the Kyuubi, but he doesn't mind. He just wants to help others, and make sure that they are happier than he was. He views Sasuke as his friend and rival. He likes me, and is oblivious to the fact that Hinata likes him. Yes, he likes ramen. I know, it's your favorite food. Anbu? Goodness no. This boy wants to be hokage.

Sasuke, dear, pretend that you hate everything, everyone, and the whole world. Pretend hatred and a dark lust for power are all you know. Pretend you would give away everything in a heartbeat, your friends, sensei, village, and more just for a moment of power. You hate your brother. You would do anything to murder him. Anything, and I can't stress that enough. It is the very essence of your new self. Well, you with the mask on. When the mask is on, you can't show many emotions. You must always be bitter and cold. Naruto is your rival, nothing more. I am a nuisance. Why?

My mask is peppy. She is cheerful. She is obsessive. She likes you, Sasuke. She practically stalks you. Naruto, you annoy her. Your personalities clash. Ino is her rival. Power takes a back seat to love. She's weak. She is pathetic. She is not a kunoichi, and she won't ever be until she learns to concentrate, and try. Why would I want that? Because that's the whole point. I made the game hard for you two, so it must be hard for me.

The one who can keep their mask on the longest wins. Are you ready? Begin.