Disclaimer (so it may never be repeated again): Naruto is property of Mr. Kishimoto. We [Tat and I] own only ourselves

One: Life is Circus

I didn't plan for things to turn out this way. We had no choice but to adapt, I had no choice but to shove my pride away and take up a job that eventually led up to this lifestyle.

The lights dimmed and the music began to pulse. Slowly I moved sensually to the beat and let the lyrics to Acrobat Girl seductively spill.

"The stuffy, smoky circus..."

I danced on the stage, singing and moving provocatively. Batting my eyes at the audience before dipping low and rising slowly.

The tempo changed I snapped up and turned to sing the chorus. Flipping my long wavy black wig back.

As I kept singing and dancing, I thought about everything that had led me up to this point of my life. Two years ago, I would've never seen myself on a stage, in a skimpy tight black romper and wearing black jeweled strappy stilettos, face caked with the best make up money could buy. No, two years ago I was living in Japan studying and working my ass off for my MBA. My 13-year-old brother had been living with me for about 6 months at that time. Mom's death had been fresh but we somehow managed to move on, life had been normal, nothing like what it was now. It all started like a normal day before it all went upside down.

2 Years Ago

Yokohama, Japan

"Sis, geez at least remember I'm here!" My thirteen-year-old brother cried. I sighed and shook my head. I was wearing sweats and a black tube top that only covered my chest. I grabbed my black hoodie from the kitchen chair it hung on and zipped it up.

"There your majesty!" I piped and ruffled up his black hair. He gave me a glare trying to look bothered but failed. His hazel eyes were too warm for that, now if he had my dark grey eyes, it would work. I gave him a small smile and carried on cracking eggs into a hot pan.

"NEW NARUTO CHAPTER!" My brother bellowed and I could hear his random commentary in the background. I chuckled, as I had been that way at first with the series. I had read the first part and watched some episodes with my brother but I had gotten out of it since I had university and work. Ever since Mom died, my brother went about wearing a fake smile, I knew he was pretending to be okay so that I wouldn't worry but I couldn't help it and worry some more. At school, because his pronunciation wasn't that good, he didn't really make any friends. His grades had dropped. I was ready to make an intervention for his sake.

"WHAT! SASUKE YOU BASTARD!" I smiled sadly hearing his commentary; I knew he was exaggerating his emotions. The sad smile on my face fell as I felt a small tremor. My brother seemed to notice it too, so I knew I wasn't imagining it.

"Shit. GET UNDER THE TABLE!" I stopped cooking breakfast and set the pan with ingredients into the sink. I grabbed my black canvas bag and threw it to my brother who caught it; he was already under the table looking pale. I quickly grabbed the red emergency bag and ducked for cover, silently praying the table would be enough cover. Just as the shaking started to get stronger and things started falling from the cabinets, I wrapped my arms around my brother who was terrified. The ground was shaking for a long time. My young brother had never been exposed to large earthquakes, only small ones back in California. I had lived in Japan for a while so I had gotten use to it.

'Shiet!'

I had left the stove on. I was about to get out from my place when my brother grabbed my hand and pulled me back. I screamed because in that instant the window over the sink creaked and burst, glass flew everywhere and the ceiling gave away covering completely the table I was under. I shrieked and hunched over my little brother. I felt warm liquid run down my face but I did my best to ignore the red drops that fell on the back of my brother's head.

Suddenly it got hot, all around, I could just imagine the flames licking the fallen ceiling and wall. Keeping my eyes tight and making sure I safely covered my brother, I tuned the world out. I felt my small prickles all over my skin. I heard my brother whimper. I clenched my teeth as I felt a whole lot of prickles on my face, mainly around my mouth and nose and where I knew I had a cut for some sort for the glass.

'First Mom now us? Kami this is unfair and you know it!'

The shaking stopped at some point, I wasn't sure how long. The prickles on my skin died down and but then it just felt like the hotness died down, so I was somewhat relived but it was dark and we were stuck. The table was the only thing holding up the ceiling and other debris from crushing us. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing.

"You okay?" I asked my brother who didn't respond; I realized that he was balled up, in a very small form. At least his back was farther from me. In a panic I moved and opened the emergency bag. I grabbed the flashlight pointed it at my brother. I froze at the sight.

"Sis. W-what's happened to me?" A toddler's voice asked. I stared at my brother and realized that the small child before me was very familiar. My brother de-aged, he had messy black hair, big round hazel eyes. I slowly moved my hand out to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. I poked his cheek and it was fleshy. He was past the shock and breathing too fast.

"B-Bro?" I asked and he nodded and his lower lip began to tremble. I quickly went into what he called 'mom mode' and I made sure he was okay by checking his face, his arms and legs. I fussed over him.

"Breath in slowly, you're going to hyperventilate." He listened to me and then stared at me, his hazel eyes wide open, his face paled up. It was as if he was staring at a ghost. He pushed the sleeves of his shirt to free up so that his hands but failed epically. His shirt was overly large on him. His pants and boxers too were pooled at his feet. His shirt was the only thing on him that covered him and I knew he was embarrassed by his situation. Reigning in on my flurry of emotions, I focused on making him somewhat comfortable. I took out the scissors in the red emergency bag and carefully cut the excess fabric from both his sleeves. The entire time he had just stared at me. Once I got a good view of his little hands, I began to question my sanity.

"Nene, y-your mm." He mumbled so I couldn't hear his words well. He reached out and touched my face and he let out a small hic and wiped his tears.

"You stopped bleeding." He pointed out. I touched my forehead looking for a gash but found nothing.

'I know I got a cut from the glass earlier. My face, I know I felt little prickles and why is he- Am I dream-'

"Nene, I w-wanna get o-outta here. I-I wanna go h-home." His small voice snapped me out of my thoughts. His cries wretched at my heart. I wanted to cry with him. Nothing was making sense.

'Why is he small? Why an earthquake but more importantly, why us? No. I'm not going to sit here and do nothing. I'm the adult here and I'm going to get us out of here and have all this figured out!'

Feeling suddenly determined, I tried to move some of the ceiling away but found it difficult to push. My brother in his toddler state was of no use. He was sitting hugging his legs. I couldn't find an opening large enough to squeeze through. Feeling trapped, feeling suddenly claustrophobic, I began to bang, push and yell.

"HEEEELP!" I cried in both English and Japanese. Deep in my stomach there was this feeling that from here on out, things would be different and it terrified me. Tears began to stream from my eyes but I hid them from my little brother.

'Get it together, you're 28 for crying out loud and have a toddler de-aged brother counting on you! You can freak out later and try to reason your way back to sanity but right now, this kid is depending on you, so get it together Anemone.'

Just as I was going to keep trying, it was like my thoughts were heard because there were voices outside. I cried louder for help.

'We're gonna be okay!'

I could hear movement and it sounded like there was some joint effort going on.

"Ready, One, Two, Lift!" Expecting orange-outfitted men, you know since it's Yokohama and they have an awesome Special Rescue Team, I was ready to thank the team for their effort. As a large piece of rubble was finally moved, the light coming in blinded me. I blinked a couple of times to get use to it.

"Come along, quickly and carefully, it could collapse at any moment." I finally got a good look at my rescuers. They were not the hot Special Rescue Team and not city people. These people were dressed in dull cool colors and what got my attention was that they were wearing sandals, straw sandals and some wore geta. That and I noted how chilly it got once a small draft reached me.

"This thing is going to collapse. Come on!" I grabbed my brother and had him exit first. He whined at the cold and his pants stayed behind, actually, he looked very small now that I got a good look at him. I heard a grunt from the man as I handed my brother over.

"Kid's heavy." I heard the man comment and passed on my brother to someone else. There was a resounding crack and I froze.

"Hurry." The man demanded. I turned to grab the red emergency bag and my brother's pants but another loud crack changed my mind. The pants were no good for a toddler anyway and the bag could get squashed but not me.

"Quickly!" The man called out. I began to hustle out when I felt something behind me rumble and then pain exploded on my ankle. I screamed bloody murder at that point. The man tugged me out and I felt another set of arms wrap around me and as I was pulled out something heavy hit the back of my head and dizziness began to set in. I held on for dear life to the man getting me out and I knew it was a bad idea to give in to the tiredness that was setting in.

'Must stay awake. Concussion, not good.'

Little Brother POV

"She'll be fine. We're going to..."

The old man with the glasses that was looking after me refused to let me go, I wanted to run towards my sister. I had heard her scream, so I knew she wasn't well and that these people were lying to me.

Anemone was set on a shoddy stretcher and some guy was looking after her. Her black hair looked moist and I noted the blood on the guy that had pulled me out of where we were stuck under. He was also the one that helped my sister.

"We'll need to send… Looks bad."

I cried louder trying to escape the old man's hold. My Japanese sucked. I was a shitty speaker and not the best listener, but I knew from the few words I understood that my sister was in bad condition and no one here looked capable of taking care of her injuries.

"Nene! I want Nene!" I inwardly cringed hearing my voice and horrible Japanese. I knew I was a toddler but I had been ignoring that fact. I was more concerned with Anemone. I wanted her to wake up and handle this whirl of craziness. I was scared and I didn't know exactly what to do, who would take me, a toddler serious?

'God don't take Anemone! I don't want to be alone!'

The old man loosened his hold on me and it was enough for me to make a run for it. I jumped out and ran towards Anemone. I reached where she was and hugged her.

"Wake up. I need you." I whispered lowly in English.

I was pulled back again, this time by the man that had called me heavy. He started talking but I didn't understand much. He was talking too fast. He seemed to understand that I wasn't getting a thing he was saying so he sighed and knelt down to my level. He placed a hand on my shoulder and slowly asked,

"What is she to you kid?" I understood that. I bit my bottom lip and wiped my tears.

'I know this... Uhhh. One-something no, Ane-something.'

I looked at Anemone hoping the answer would come to me just by staring at her. However, staring at her made my mind go blank. Her face. This was an old lost forgotten. The one I had grown up with until a dog mauled her face. Her plastic surgery face, we had taken years to get use to. Even she didn't like her face much after the surgery something about it not feeling real, but this, her like this, it was just impossible and yet here she was fully restored to her original face.

"Kid?" Shit, I needed to answer and used the one word I knew for sure would guarantee me and Anemone be stuck together no matter what.

"Kaa-chan!" I practically yelled and saw how the man blinked and then looked between my sister and myself. I didn't see what the problem was. She was old enough to be a mother right?

"She's your mom?" I was asked again, this time by another old man and I nodded and hic'ed. I felt that maybe they weren't buying it and who could blame me, Anemone had always said I couldn't lie to save my life. As the men turned away and talked fast to each other I, to calm myself looked around and felt my tears return when I realized we weren't in the city. This place, was unknown and way too misty.

"You okay?" The old man who had been watching me earlier asked. I managed to nod but my tears streamed out.

'This is embarrassing. I'm commando, I'm only wearing a white long sleeve that's several sizes bigger than me! Nene has her old face. I'm little. Nene is hurt. We're lost!'

I started to cry loudly and one of the men, the one that called me heavy approached me and lamely consoled me.

"You're Mom, she's resting right now. Come on kid… carry you… something-something, move… medics can help your mom when they get here." I nodded slowly and felt my face heat up as the old man struggled a bit but managed to pick me up.

'Am I that heavy? Where are we going?'

As 8 men helped move the stretcher Anemone was on, I began to wonder why just 2 people couldn't do that? I mean, she wasn't that heavy. Those guys had muscle on their arms, it was evident but still, why were they struggling so much to move her? After walking for a 15 minutes we crossed a wooden bridge, the mist cleared up and I looked around confused.

'This isn't Yokohama. This is a small fishing village? Can't be called a town. Not to mention it looks like those old villages from the feudal times mixed with modern touches here and there. Plus the roads are dirt.'

We reached an area where there was a stone walkway, like a village center. There were people laid out and being overlooked. It looked like lots of people were hurt from the quake.

"Tazuna! We need help!" One of the men helping move Anemone called out. I perked up and froze. The Tazuna man, he looked like the bridge builder Tazuna from Naruto.

'This is impossible. This can't be. This is some kind of set right? But I don't remember any Live Action Naruto movie announced, just the play but nothing of a live action film.'

"Word was sent to Konoha..." I blocked everything else out and blinked twice for good measure.

'Okay, he's taking his role seriously. Yeah, that's it!'

"Kid?" I looked at the old man carrying me. He looked like he was breaking a sweat.

"I'm gonna set you down, stick to your Mom, when the help from Konoha arrives, you stick to her and tell them anything they ask okay." The man instructed slowly and I nodded slowly going along because at this point, I wasn't sure what was going on, so going with the motions seemed the smartest thing I could do.

"Alright then. Be good. I'll come back later with some food." I was set down and I bowed to the old man out of respect. He seemed surprised but smiled a bit. I turned and ran towards where Anemone was set down. She still hadn't woken up and she was still bleeding. I placed my hand over her had and felt the blood from my face drain. Her skin was cold.

My little hand tightened on hers. I felt a bit sleepy but was scared to sleep until I had a small realization.

'If I sleep, maybe I'll wake up from this and find that find Anemone and I are still stuck under that table. I'll be 13 and Post-Plastic Surgery Anemone will be going into 'mom mode'. Then we'll be rescued and we'll be in Yokohama and everything all this stuff is just a mad dream. Yeah.'

I slipped on the stretcher and cuddled next to Anemone's side. Hugging her arm and desperately hoping, I'd wake up.

-Anemone-

I fluttered my eyes and stared at the white ceiling over me. My head was pounding and my ankle ached. I felt something warm at my side. I looked and it was a child with black hair that looked like my little brother.

'The earthquake! So… I didn't imagine it. H-He did de-age!'

I sat up and winced at the throbbing and found that I was in some sort of clinic. There were several beds all around with people in worse condition that I was, some were missing limbs and others looked like mummies with all the bandages they had on them. I felt the child at my side begin to stir.

"Nene?" I froze hearing that child like voice. The child rubbed his eyes and sat up. I blinked taking in his hazel eyes, this was him, my baby brother.

"Where are we?" I asked in English and he jumped up and put his hands at my mouth.

"Can't talk English here. Use Japanese, they already think we're suspicious. No one recognizes us. This place isn't Yokohama." My brother whispered in English. I nodded but then knew what he was referring too. He removed his little hands off my mouth. The medics walking around seemed to be very attentive and I spotted something out of normal on them, some wore it on their shoulders, others on a headband. It was a Konoha metal plate.

'Cosplayers? Is this the theme for this clinic?' I wondered and then one of them came up. My brother sat down beside me and shyly played with his hands.

"Ah, Anemone-san, you're finally awake. Your son's been very worried about you..." I stilled and looked down at my brother confused. He turned to me and gave me a pleading look.

"Anemone-san?" I looked back at the medic lady. She had red headband, mousy short brown hair and wore a standard Konoha flack jacket underneath a white coat.

"Yes? Sorry I was just looking over my, baby. I have to make sure he's okay first. You were asking?" I masterfully lied and the medic looked a bit perplexed but repeated herself.

"You're a very considerate young mother. I was asking how you were feeling. Your son is fine. We gave him a check up earlier. Right now, you should focus on yourself so that you can look after your little boy. Tatsu-kun is a very well mannered boy and has been helping me and the other medics all day since yesterday." I smiled and nodded. I sent my little brother a 'we'll-talk-later' look and then focused on the medic lady.

"We're going to need your identification papers, you do have them on you right or were they destroyed in the fire when you were rescued?" I could feel my little brother's nervous stare; he was relying on me to lie. Luckily for him I had experience lying to authority figures.

"Tatsu-chan," I felt my brother's irate stare as I used the cute suffix for his, apparent new name;

"You still have my bag?" I asked and my brother, now son, nodded. He carefully jumped off the dinky hospital bed and from under the bed pulled out my canvas bag and handed it to me. I took it and mentally prepared myself.

'Furrowed brow in concentration, check. Rummage, easy and now move things around faster and begin to panic. Now let out a frantic sigh. Easy does it.'

"Anemone-san?" The medic asked and I looked at her and put forth my troubled face, like the kind I made when I struggled memorizing the Shell Method for Calculus in High School.

"I could've sworn I had put them in this bag unless," I gasped for effect. Our paperwork, birth certificates, passports and ID all of it had been in the red emergency bag that got left behind, that there was a fact.

"The red bag! All the emergency supplies and paperwork were in that bag and I had to leave it behind because the roof was collapsing and, - " I pretended to hyperventilate and the medic began to calm me down. The others patients that were around seemed to sympathize and my brother, he looked at me like I had an extra head.

"Take it easy. It's not your fault. Tatsu-chan told me about how you were trapped for a while and it's okay. New documents can be drafted up. You're not the only person who lost their paperwork in this disaster. Actually, the records building on the island had a bad fire so new documents are going to be drafted for anyone who lost their records. I'll speak to the local government representatives and get you a form. Most of the patients in this clinic had their papers incomplete. So just relax. Tatsu-chan, make sure your mom takes it easy okay?" My brother nodded to the medic and I eased up on my breathing and wiped my crocodile tears. The medic smiled at me and then she left. My little imp of a brother turned to me and gave me a searching look.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Tatsu whispered in English. I shrugged my shoulders. He didn't know about a past phase of mine in my teen years, seeing that when we were younger, he was in his own little world and I was never around as I was being a rebellious teen solicitation with undesirables. I supposed those years hadn't been wasted if some of my skills from that time were still handy.

"You should be an actress or something." He murmured in English. I smiled putting on act for those around. I sat my brother on my lap and played his black hair as I whispered in English.

"I need an explanation and you're giving me one as soon as we get out of here. You seem to be the only one of us two that isn't freaking out. You're a freaking toddler. Why am I an adult still and you a brat?" He nodded his head and then whispered back.

"You're freaking out?" He asked in a hushed tone and looked up at me confused. He pursed his mouth as his hazel eyes searched my face for any sign of panic.

"On the inside." I replied in Japanese. He looked down and looked like he was thinking hard to himself, then he began to play with his hands, he was nervous.

"Y-You promise not to freak out?" He asked soundlessly. I raised a brow and wondered what he was going on about.

"Depends." I replied in Japanese. He grabbed my canvas bag and rummaged through it and brought out my small compact mirror. He pressed the reflective side to his chest and looked at me.

"Don't freak out okay?" He pleaded lowly in English. He slowly turned it and I felt like I was staring a long lost friend. My hands shakily reached up to touch my lips and nose.

I had a white bandage wrapped around my head, where I had some dull pain but I didn't mind that. I blinked twice to make sure that the reflection on the mirror was indeed, me. I lightly touched my long black hair and saw my reflection do it too. My big grey eyes were getting tear filled and I went back to touch my lips and nose. They were real. I didn't look like I had gone under the knife. I looked for any signs of plastic surgery and none were present. My old lips and nose were there. My once amazing proportioned kissable lips were back. My cute celestial nose in it's place! Sure when I had plastic surgery, my face was restored but it wasn't the same. No one would understand the little differences but I did. It had left me feeling fake and I had felt fake, hence why I chose to be single and never really mingle. Now though, this was the face I was born with.

"Nene?" I wiped my tears and looked at my de-aged brother who had too tears and hic'ed. He was such a bleeding heart.

"I'm okay. I just. It's been so long." I smiled a little and then saw the small bags under my brother's eyes.

"Come here, you look tired. I'll lull you to sleep." He put the mirror back in the bag and sat down I wrapped my arms around him, like Mom use to for him when he was little. I set his back against my chest and rocked him as I started to sing. My brother, something must have snapped in him because he decided to be sneaky turned to me and hugged me. He cried and hic'ed but managed to whisper what he knew.

"Not sure how but we are in the Land of Waves. I helped around and saw it with my own eyes. Medics used chakra. We're in the world of Naruto and it's not a dream. I hoped it was when I first slept but when I woke up. Nene I'm scared." He whimpered and buried his face in my shoulder.

I had stopped singing and simply hugged him tight.

'NO this. No, we were in Yokohama. This isn't the Land of Waves.' I was having my internal freak out and my brother interrupted my thoughts as he whispered again.

"I saw Shiranui Genma and Mr. Tazuna." He had started to shake in my arms and then what he said next made a part of me cringe.

"I think, they have an eye on us. Medic checked me and then you and she said something was off about us. Sh-Should we tell them the truth?" I froze and hugged him tighter and controlled my breathing. I was going to really hyperventilate if I didn't get a grip soon.

"Sleep. I'll figure out something. I'll make things work. You sleep." I said in Japanese and set him down beside me. I began to play with his hair as I let my reasonable side run amuck in my thoughts.

'Okay, assume I'm not completely bonkers and this isn't a dream. My own brother is having a hard time with this too, so it's clearly not a dream. I don't have enough imagination to create a dream like this. So I have to assume it's all real. Not doubt about it. I mean the back of my head hurts. But, how the hell is this possible? We de-aged I'm around 17-18? The little imp is what 3-4? So we lost what about 10 years of age? But that doesn't explain how we ended up here. De-aging… What if it's a side effect? So what could be the cau- The earthquake. They said there was one here. Where we were, in Yokohama, there was an earthquake, a strong one. What do I know about earthquakes? Umm, vibrations release lots of energy, ripple the earth through liquefaction and cause breaks on the earths surface, but what if the earth isn't the only thing the earthquake had an effect on? That physics major guy that always pestered me for a date, he always went on about string theory and how everything was made up for little vibrating strings. Earthquakes cause vibrations and all that energy released, Is it possible? Oh god I sound like a loony bin but seriously. An earthquake's vibrations, what if, maybe they caused a hole in the fabric of reality? I mean, crazy but maybe not so crazy considering where my brother and I are. But then that means m-theory has some basis if my brother and I are here, in a world of fiction that isn't so fiction anymore. A-And maybe, just maybe the tear in the fabric of reality, going through it caused the de-aging. The prickles on my skin, the heavy prickling sensation on my face, my reconstructed face. No way! Maybe um, when we went through, we were broken apart and re-arranged here in this world and our DNA was used to put both my bro and I together, hence I have my original-'

"Y-You rationalizing everything huh?" I snapped out of my thoughts as my brothers small voice broke through my desperate logic to justify what we were experiencing.

"Yes. I think, it sounds crazy but I have a theory. Sleep. I'll let you know when I think I've reached the limits of my madness." I told him in English and he closed his eyes again as I silently cried to myself.

'This is beyond my level of crazy.'

-Present time – Back on Stage-

I began to dance wildly earning loud cheers from the crowd, mostly the men that were in attendance. Thinking back, it doesn't sound crazy anymore, my theory on how we ended up here. It actually sounds like the most rational thing ever, considering that we ended up in a world where certain beings can use jutsu to wield elements, teleport, seal chakra sentient beings and could bring back the dead. Nope, it seemed like this crazy world was now a part of mine and Tatsu's new life.

I finished performing and got a round of applause. This was the last song of the day and I had to get back to my son, Tatsu who was probably still up and more than likely backstage in the dressing room studying his butt off. I bowed and waved good night to the audience. I waited for the curtain to drop and I quickly turned around and made my way backstage. The crew complimented me along the way as I reached my dressing room.

I got inside where my boss, the owner of the club, Motojime Shukan was already counting my earning for the night. I looked over at Tatsu who was indeed awake and sitting on the red loveseat looking through another book. His black shorts and white kimono shirt made him so adorable. His shaggy messy layered white hair failed at staying out of his face. He peeked up from his book and scrunched his nose. I knew that gesture.

Ever since I started to work here at the club and started to wear skimpy little outfits, Tatsu had developed distaste for my working clothes. It only got worse as I went from Hostess to Performer. He became overprotective and refused to wait at home for me, which is why he was here now.

"Anemone, baby, you were amazing out there. You sure you're gonna retire? You're in your prime. Just think of the money we could make! Gato has offered you an exclusive contract. Come on, you sold out today." I glared at Shukan and he backed off. Tatsu closed his book, his hazel eyes just watching, searching for entertainment.

"Gato can offer me an island and I still wouldn't go into any contract with him. Besides you know that I'm moving to Konoha and have been planning this retirement since I started. I have more than enough money to live comfortably and more than a few investments to never have to work." I informed Shukan who pouted. I didn't study business for nothing for nearly six years, not that Shukan knew that, he and my latest suitor Gato thought I was just a natural at business. Shivering at the thought of Gato asking me out, creep, I focused on my current task.

I cleaned off the shimmery make up and pulled off my wig. I let my white hair out of its bun, letting it cascade down my back. I kicked off my stilettos and walked over to my duffle bag to grab my change of clothes. I passed by Tatsu and messed with his hair on my way behind the dressing screen, taking off the tight black romper and putting on a black long sleeve and some dark blue formfitting pants. I put on my black flats and put on my dark blue sweater.

"Come on, at least think about it. In Konoha I have another club. Bara could make an appearance, at least once? Or perhaps Anemone, the songwriter could carry on producing music for my clubs?" Shukan asked. I did love to singing and perform, but Tatsu, he hated it. None of my music was original… I sort of took music from where we (Tatsu and I) originated and in this world penned it under my name, but that's mine and Tatsu's secret. Not like the original songwriters could show up in this world and besides, the money I made went into several charities aside from my own pocket.

"I'll consider writing music, but Bara is retired." I clarified and Tatsu nodded agreeing with me. Shukan sighed but accepted.

"Alright. I'll have your stuff sent to your place." Shukan began but I shook my head.

"I won't need the shoes and outfits, the girls here can use them. Auction them if you want." Shukan perked up at the mention of the word 'Auction'.

"Considering your male fan-base, oh yes. This will do well. You sure you don't want a cut?" I shook my head and held out my hand to Tatsu who jumped off the loveseat and hugged his book with his other hand.

"Goodnight and Goodbye if I don't see you around. Send a postcard when you get to Konoha. Keep in touch." Shukan said as Tatsu and I walked out of the dressing room and left via the back door. It was very late and in the red light district, the streets were filled with drunken men and women looking a good night and just about everyone who was nocturnal was out.

"This place is a circus and I won't miss it." Tatsu commented as we walked out of the red light district crossing the bridge to reach the market district.

"Konoha will be another circus." I pointed out and he huffed.

"At least it'll be an improvement from your spectacles." I sighed at his remark but didn't agree.

"Lets just agree that this world is one giant extravaganza and we all choose what we think is best though sometimes it's the most inconvenient choice." Tatsu didn't respond but instead turned to me and sang in his childish voice:

"Yes, life is just a circus."

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Anbu: Follows helps us know if it's catching on and reviews, that's just gold there, we don't mind the feedback.

Tat: Thanks once more and ya don't know what this means for me.

Anbu: Tat forgot to mention, regardless of reviews, next chapter will be up as soon as we have it ready. Could be in a week, probably sooner.

Tat: Stay fresh and see ya soon!

Anbu: Fresh really? Never mind. Until next time!

-Tat & Anbu