I do not own Naruto, so there, LEAVE ME ALONE YOU STRANGE PEOPLE!
Italics = someone's thinking
Bold = Zetsu's black side talking
Underline = writing
*= Author notes
So I'm starting a little Akatsuki kitten story, (that's real original) and hopefully it will be different than any other kitty story one here, if I do start to write a Mary sue or go a OCC please tell me!, I don't know most of the Akatsuki members, and I only know some of their personality from other fanfictions, so bear with me people, an let the show begin!
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"This is the year, this will be THE year!" I keep saying over and over. Just in a month, I would be going into my junior year for high school, an let me tell you, six grade to now was HELL for me. I was going through, what my mom had called it, my "awkward stage". Apparently everyone goes through it. Maybe I didn't see other kids going through it with me because I was always hiding from other kids trying to nail me with wads of paper, an cruel jabs of words at my appearance. Back then my skin WOULD not tan at all, leaving me glowing whiter than a ghost. My black brown-ish hair would always confuse itself with half curly and half straight; always giving it a "just out of bed" look. Not to mention my poor face would get attacked with zits and blackheads. The only part of me that look OK was my eyes, my friends and family would always say I had pretty light brown eyes. I thought they looked like they had been drawn. All of that was in the past, now that I'm out of that time of my life, I looked better than I did a year ago.
Still thinking about them, I shook the sing song taunts about my small height and face from my head and continued looking through stores to get my school supplies. Randomly going into one because I hated shopping for long periods of time, I Graved what I needed, and I hurried and paid what I owed. Ran back to my small blue rundown buggy car my parents had given me for my sixteen birthday. "It's not that I had somewhere to be, or anywhere to go. Like I ever hang out with anybody during the summer "I laughed at myself for rushing, I was so anti-social. Not that I minded it, it nice being alone... I needed to get home. Something was telling me that I just had to. Walking out of the store, I was hit by a huge heat wave. I cursed myself for wearing a black* shirt and a jacket. I quickly threw my crap in the back of my car, hoping to god that nothing broke as I heard a bit of cracking; I hurried into the car strapping myself in and booking it out of the parking lot, barely keeping the speed limit.
I pass a Dairy Queen, trying to push the urge to stop an get a tasty frozen treat, an push forward a few more miles and pull into my drive way, almost hitting the basketball hoop that my father had bought and put up when I tried out for basketball in seventh grade*. I curse at myself and put it in park. I hurry inside of my house and walk up the five carpeted steps that lead to my living room and kitchen. I look around to see absolutely one. This was a bit abnormal, seeing at least someone would be home on account that I had an 11 month old baby brother, and one of my parents had to be home to watch him. I turn to look into the kitchen to see if there were any clues to where my parents and younger sister and brother were.
I open my eyes wide when I see a whole lot of blood on the counter on the floor. It looks like it had been there for some time, as it is half dry. I shakily walk to the blood it noticing a piece of paper stuck to the fridge. The paper itself had blood on it and hasty scribbled words on it. I start to breathe in and out quickly. "Oh dear god what if it is a ransom note!" I screamed in my mind. As I grave hold of the paper, sticky with blood, as I read the hasty scribbles hand writing.
Jade
Amber ended up cutting one of her fingers trying to make the blades of the blender to move while making a smoothie. Needless to say we are taking her to the hospital, we are also taking will. I'm leaving you this note because I know you don't have your phone on you, like you should. I'll call you as soon as we get to the hospital and decide what's going on.
Mom
I sighed in relief, knowing it was just Amber's stupid luck. I looked at the red liquid more closely to see it was ice-cream with fresh strawberries. I could almost image how she was able to chop her finger. She reaches on her tiptoes to move a piece of frozen ice-cream that making the blades stutter and stop. She pushes the off button and leans closer to get a better reach, and her chest, accidently pushing frappe or blend. Thus she freaks out flipping out the container off and the shake goes everywhere. I can't help but laugh at her; yes she has gotten hurt, and probably needed stitches, but it would only happen to her. I can't really blame her; it seems that all of us kids in the family had done some stupid shit. I think back to the time when I was only four, when my grandfather would call for me at the bottom of the stairs*, and I would come running down. Of course me, being me, I tripped on a boot someone had left and just rolled down the stairs, an stop every three to five steps, and then tilt just a bit, and I would continue rolling. It's true; Amber and I have rather bad luck.
I graved my phone from under my bed to see that my mother had called. After listening to her voice message, I closed the phone and looked at the clock. It was six forty-eight, mom said she would be home with my siblings and father at midnight, since the hospital she took Amber at was rather far away. I decided to go out for a walk. Normally I would hang out with the handful of kids that lived around me, but due to some…. Differences …. The friendships were on hold at the moment. I walked along the sidewalks of my little undeveloped suburban to get to the small woods*. I had gone through it with my old friend Ana before the whole "cutting you off" thing. Though Ana was always a bit terrified to go there. We went farther into the woods, fallowing a rather wide stream, give or take five or four feet wide. She insisted it was sewer water, but I disagreed, but called it "clean" sewer water, since it was just probably rainwater and since there were so many trees that it probably cleaned the water. As we continued to go deeper, we saw a clearing. In that clearing was a tent, a port-I-pody, and a fire. A fire that was burning STILL. Meaning whoever set the fire was still living here. Ana thought it was some crazy psycho person so she made us leave. Of course she refused to go back there, but I still do. It's either out of extreme bravery and courage, or sheer stupidity that I keep going back.
I walked along the stream, though it looked rather large considering how much rain had fell, and now, the whole thing seemed twice as large. I look to my phone to see what time it was. Sadly it was time to go. There was something rather magical about this place, but I couldn't really tell what it was. I was the only one of my friends that lived here, that could feel it. It was like it called to me almost every night and day. Like a siren song to sailors, and I was drawn to it, it was pulling me harder, almost making me want to go deeper, but I didn't want to get lost. I walked into the stream as the deeper parts went to my waist, and the bottom of my purse touched the water lightly. I was glad I left most my electronical things at home; this place could even drown me if I wasn't carful! I hurried to get out and back into my subdivision, but as I reached dry land, it started to rain.
It came down hard in almost bucket like falls. Soon, I heard a roar like sound; I turned to see a tall wall of water coming to me. I was swept off my feet and was pushed back into, and under the water. My head popped up, and I gasped for breath. I then heard what sounded like small mews coming all around me. I tried to stand up into the current, and with about ten tries I was able to stand up. The cold water rushed around me, and the air, and rain drops slapped my face, making it a bit hard to see. I wiped the water from my eyes and looked around in the water. I could see bundles of tuffs of fur trying to swim out of the current, along with some trying so hard to swim, but kept being dragged under.
I scrunched my eyes to see that they were kittens. I hurried and wadded carefully through. Getting two of the closest cats, I stuffed them both in my purse. They of course let out pitiful mewls, but I ignored them and focused on my hearing since I couldn't see that well. I could still hear many others and I rushed down stream as I took off my jacket. I started picking up kittens as I went along, some of them digging there claws into my skin so that way they wouldn't fall back in. Unfortunately my jacket could only hold five of the little ones, and I could still hear more. I had to swing my purse over my back and tied the jacket up so the kittens couldn't get back out and looked around. I saw the last two as I neared a bank. One was a dark blue cat; the other was a very white color. They both just sat there shivering, like they wanted to be picked up…. I put both off them in my arms and trudged back down the river to come back where I was.
All of a sudden small claws had dug into the back of my legs and raced up into my back. I tensed at the pain and quickly tried to look at what was racing up my back. I could see a small black kitten just clinging to my shirt for dear life as it gave very tired soft mews of terror. I looked at what I was caring, I didn't have any more room to put this little guy, but if I didn't hold onto him for the rest of the journey out of these woods, he would surly fall off. I looked back at the two kittens in my hand, and I gave a small sigh. I graved the white one and pulling on my wet shirt to stretch open, I put him in my bra. Just to make sure he didn't fall out. Surprisingly, he didn't put up much of a fight when I put him there. He just snuggled closer to my breasts. The he was colder than I thought if he was that intent of getting body heat. I pulled the black kitten of the back of my shirt, his claws making some small holes, which wasn't ok, as I had gotten this shirt recently. As I made my walk to my house and left with the ten cats I found. I thought of two things… were am I going to hide these cuties?… an why I could not feel the forest beaconing me back into it?…..
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Number one!
A/n: black actually attracts sunlight more, so you will actually be hotter during the summer, though on the bright side (ha ha get it? It's a word pun) black also gives you the appearance of being thinner.
Number two!
A/n: this was based on real life events, my father really did by me a basketball hoop when I tried out to play…. I did not make the team….. it's been in our driveway for two years, and has not been touched since….
Number Three
A/n: this was also based on events in my real life. Back when I was four my parents lived in the attic and my father's parents lived downstairs. (my mother was around 18 when she had me I think….) so to get my attention from downstairs , he would always do that wolf wistle so I knew he was calling me. I was so excited when he would call for me I ran down, and I really did trip over a boot. He was one of the few people I really care for now, and I wished that he didn't have to go away up to the clouds, but like dad told me, he was very sick. I hope his soul may rest were ever it is.
Number four
A/n: the whole "clean sewer water "to clearing space is another part of my life, though me an "Ana" are still best friends (well now we are, it might change who knows?) we really do have woods over a little ways from my subdivision since the workers pretty much stopped at the borderline of the forest. "Ana" wound go back with me because of it, but I do. I just cant seem to find the time!
A/n Part two!
Hey its jade! An if you are reading this, you must have came from the invader zim story. Or you just happened to see it on the naruto page! Well anyways if you did come from the invader zim story I will now be moving it to Friday! Since it is harder to do on the weekends and I don't do much in study hall except play my Pokémon pearl for a darn shiny! Uggg my biggest chain is 21… bad right? So instead of finding shinys I will now wright stories! Next story to be updated will be my invader zim story so toon in next Friday!