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I know exactly how it started.

It was a warm summer day in between the third and fourth grade. A kind of day when the air kind of dangles and morphs and the asphalt looks like it's floating. Chouji and I had just eaten barbeque and were about to go home. We had bought a small green ball and we were bouncing it back and forth between us. I caught the ball and threw it to Chouji. I had expected that he would throw it back but instead he kicked it and it flew over the bushes and landed in Tsunade's garden. Her temper is the worst. More so if alcohol is or was involved. Chouji thought that I should get the ball. It wasn't my fault that the ball was where it was. So of course I refused. "You're such a chicken" he said. I knew he didn't mean it, he just didn't want to go in there himself. "Go get it yourself if you're so brave" And then he did something I never thought Chouji would do, he walked into her garden. Just like that. He didn't even look back to see if Tonton was there. He went straight to the ball, picked it up and went back to me. "That was easy!"

"You wouldn't do that again"

"Yeah I would!"

I don't get it. I do absolutely not want him or me to be caught standing in front of her house. I just wanted to take the ball and go home. "You would never dare to go in there" I glared at him "because you're a chicken " If looks could kill. (no, not that kind of looks, stares and stuff) No one wants to be called a chicken and certainly not from your best friend. "Well at least I have the balls to ring the doorbell" I didn't think this through, at all.

"Okay" He squinted at me. "I'll believe it when I see it" So I did it. I went up to the door and pressed the button. I could hear the ringing inside the house. My heart was beating so fast. It felt like forever, time stopped or maybe it was my heart that finally gave up. (Lucky me) no one came. I tried to walk back as calm and casually as possible. "That was nothing" I lied. "Lucky you that she wasn't home..." he said grumpily. We parted ways and went home.

It could have ended there. We could have continued like we used to. But something happened between us that day. We started challenging each other. It kind of became a contest, a contest of who's the bravest. Maybe it was because we were bored. We had been with each other the whole summer and it was leaning towards the end. Our parents had started working and we had gotten our own house-keys for the first time. At first we thought it was fun to be home alone, but after a while we got bored of cleansing the cookie jars and watching TV. No one else of our friends were home, the football training hadn't started yet (yes I play football, not much of a slacker now huh) and we were starting to get a bit tired of each other. The challenges became a new exciting game and we spent whole days making up different – just enough scary – missions.

One mission could for example imply that you were going to steal apples from the neighbor or sneak in on Sasuke and Naruto when they were having a rather private moment. Most of the time it was innocent pranks with a small touch of excitement. It was Chouji who proposed that we could flip a coin. I guess it was a way to make the game even more exciting. We started thinking of two challenges at a time. Often opposites like `put shit in the neighbor's mailbox´ or `walk the neighbor's dog´. The coin got to decide. We took turns deciding the missions and the order of whos turn it was never changed. Our secret game even continued after we came back to school, we never told anyone though. The challenges became less frequent but were beginning to get bolder.

One time – at the end of fourth grade when I almost got grounded for a broken window - we talked about if we should quit doing what we were doing, that it was silly a silly game. Deep down inside I knew that no one of us wanted to quit. We had become addicted to the excitement and besides, the one who gave up would be declared a coward. None of us wanted that. If I had known what was about to happened I would've quit right away.

But how could I have know that then.


Rewritten and shorter? 4 years is a loooong time BUT IM BAAACK B**CH*S