A/N:Here is a drabble that i have been working on for awhile and that i meant to post a long time ago. Enjoy though!

With a heavy sigh I dropped my purse on to the kitchen counter and made my way through my tiny studio apartment to the bathroom to shower the day away.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Ame Koneko. Yes, my name does translate to 'Rain Kitten'. My mom spent a few years in Japan and that's where she met my dad, so that means I'm an American-Japanese half breed. I am 23 and stand at 5'7". I have long wavy naturally red hair and eyes like emeralds, which is from my mom's side obviously because red hair is not common in Japan. My complexion is extremely pale, almost like a ghost. That, I think I got from my dad because my mother is a nice tan color that comes with her Hispanic background.

Something that very few people know about me and that few ever will is that I have Multiple Personality Disorder. What this means is that it is a severe form of dissociation, a mental process which produces a lack of connection in a person's thoughts, memories, feelings, actions, or sense of identity that is caused by severe trauma. I know this may sound like it's a bad thing- and it is, believe me- but I take meds and I keep my other personality in check. It started to happen when I was about 15, so I've had some time to heal, but I still refuse to think too much about it.

I haven't had a steady job in about four years now. When I work, I do odd jobs for cash under the table. Need someone to babysit? I'm your girl. Need someone to clean your house, your yard, or maybe even pick up your dry cleaning, give me a call. Need someone taken care of or to get a few things, I know a guy who knows a guy, for the right price of course.

It may look strange for a single 23 year old woman to live on her own in California, but who the hell said I'm normal because they defiantly lied to you.

I'm just saying.

Today I had the amazing pleasure (note the sarcasm) of shoveling horse crap into fifty pound bags to be loaded into a pick up and hauled off to God knows where. You know it is gonna be a good day when you gotta be up at the asscrack of dawn and to shovel horse crap for 15 bucks an hour. After ten hours of hard labor and a quick lunch, I then spent more of my measly existence walking –more like being drug by- three dogs that were enough for me to ride and having to clean up their "presents". To be honest, I preferred the horses. At least they didn't drag me around for 4 bloody hours.

This day of hell was totally worth it because I had a nice amount of cash lining the pockets of my poop-scented work pants and was even home in time to watch that new Lifetime movie. I think it's about a germ phobic serial killer…

I stepped out of the shower after washing away the smell of the day and wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy robe and grab another towel to dry the fiery ringlets draped across my shoulder so it doesn't soak into my robe any more than it already has.

On my way to my kitchen I notice that the little light on my answering machine was blinking red to notify me of a message, so I hit the 'play' button as I passed and listened to them as I went to the kitchen to grab a soda. The first was from my ex-boyfriend Kankuro Sabaku asking me to take him back.

We had dated for about four months and within that time, I learned he had a very, shall we say "unhealthy", obsession with puppets. The relationship had gone swimmingly until about three weeks ago when a guy I used to babysit for told me that he saw him leaving the bar with a girl who turned out to be a skank who works at Shinobi Haven, the best ninja/cosplay store ever.

When I confront him about it, he admitted to it and claimed it was because he wasn't "getting any from me". I told him he could "get as much" as he wanted from that skank cause we were over. I deleted the cheating jerk's message along with three other messages from bill collectors I had no intention of paying just yet, they'll get there damned money when I damn well feel like sending it.

The last message though, caught my attention. The voice was from a man whom I guessed to be about 20-25 years old. It was smooth and dark, the kind of voice that could make you hot and cold all at the same time. The voice of liquid sex was requesting a maid at 1204 Shuriken Lane on Saturday for a man named Orochimaru Sannin…

Oh my God. Please don't tell me I was drooling over some guy's voice! Wow, I really need to get out more. With another sigh, I wrote down the information and a note to call back to confirm the job and walked back to my room to get dressed. "They better pay well," I thought bitterly as I made my way to my dresser. From it I pulled a pair of boy-short undies and a random bra. From the closet across the room I pulled out an old t-shirt I've had for a while with various unidentifiable stains and a pair of basketball shorts. Twisting my hair still damp hair up into a messy bun, I curled up on the couch and lost myself in a mirage of mindless television.

About half way through some random white trash sitcom of a mother with two boyfriends and six children, I heard my phone go off the kitchen where I had oh so brilliantly thought to leave the poor thing. Rolling off the couch, I landed crouched on my hands and knees on the floor. Being the strange person I am I decided that, at this moment in time, walking is totally overrated and proceed to crawl around the coffee table and to my bag. Sitting back on my heels, I grabbed the bag and started to dig for my phone.

"Damn people. Always gotta be bugging me when I'm trying to sleep. The one time I actually want someone to call, my phone is silent," I mutter to myself as I finally pull the device from the depths of the miniature black hole I carry with me on a daily bases. I unlock my phone to check the missed call. I groan when I see the name "Pig" in red text. With a sigh I hit redial and wait to take my ass chewing like a man. (Yes I am aware that I am a female. I mean I have a vagina for Christ's sake, but it just sounds better to say 'take it like a man').

"Oh. My. God. Where the hell were you? I thought you fucking died or something!" screeched Ms. Priss herself, the one, the only, Ino Yamanaka (cough pig cough). I pulled the phone away from my ear to save at least a small portion of my hearing from being destroyed by her. "Why didn't you answer my call?" Her voice pouty and I can imagine her making the puppy dog face to go along with it even though she knows I can't see her (she's blonde. What would you expect from a blonde?).

I roll my eyes and push myself off the floor. "Well excuse me. I was totally in the middle of something…how would you say…interesting? And besides, I didn't know that I had to totally just stop what who I'm doing because you called." I bent down picked my purse off the floor and threw it on the table. I heard her gasp as soon as she understood what I said and quickly pulled my phone away.

"What do you mean WHO you were doing?" Her voice rose a bit at the end and I figured that I better answer her before she comes and busts down my front door to see the imaginary 'who' I'm 'doing'.

"Oh my God, Pig. Calm down before you hurt yourself. I was only kidding. I was asleep when you called." I pinched the bridge of my nose in between my thumb and forefinger.

'God her voice gives me a headache,' I thought to myself as I blocked her out as she ranted something about getting me laid.

"-mean how long has it been since you've been with a guy?" she questioned me. "Have you been laid since the puppet fucker cheated on you?"

"Pig just shut the fuck up already. I have a headache and I don't wanna hear you squeal about me not getting laid," I cut her off rudely. I feel bad for being such a bitch but damn she's just soooo high pitched!

"Oh, I'm sorry Ame. I didn't mean to make you mad," she's trying to guilt trip me. Can you believe this shit? "I really am sorry for making you mad, but I'm worried 'bout you Ame. You never go out with the girls anymore and you work so much. It's almost like you forgot how to have fun. . ."

I sigh and walk over back over to the couch. "Tell you what Ino-pig. Since it's Friday night why don't you call the girls and give me two hours to get ready. Your right, it's 'bout time I let loose and had a little fun again."

She squealed in my ear and I could hear the excitement in her voice. "Yay! I knew you would come around, Kitten! Alright I'll be back in two hours exactly. Be ready and dress to get naked." She hung up the call before I could fully process what she said.

"Bloody hell, what have I just agreed to?" I mumble to myself as I switch off the TV and pad to my bedroom. I strip from my house clothes and take another shower to go out with the girls.

'Dress to get naked . . . she seems very optimistic about this. What in the hell is she planning?'

I shook my head and twisted the nob for the hot water and let it fall over my body washing away some of the stiffness from my shoulders. 'Sigh. I really should've asked Pig what she had planned for us so I'm not underdressed like an idiot.' I thought to myself as I again wrapped my hair in a towel and walked over to my closet for some going out clothes.

I chose a red strapless silk dress that goes mid-thigh with a slip on the right.

I blow dried my hair and combed the tangles from it. Being too lazy to do much else with my hair, I lathered it in gel, dried it a bit again and twisted it up in a messy bun poked through with black ornate chopsticks. I did my usual smokey black eye shadow and ruby red lips. After slipping my I.D. some money, and my phone into a small black clutch, I grabbed a pair of black wedges to finish complete it.

I was checking myself out in the mirror when I heard a knock at my front door.

"Coming, give me a minute," I called out as I made my way to the door to see who would be knocking at this ungodly hour. I pull open the door and am met with a man about 6'4" with a black mask and silver hair leaning to one side, defying all laws of nature. He wore a simple black button up shirt with the top button undone and black slacks. His steel grey eyes ran up and down my body and I couldn't help but squirm at his predatory gaze.

"May I help you?" I asked finally regaining some of my composure.

The stranger said nothing. He simply stood there staring at me. I was really starting to get ticked off with this creep. I glared at him and rose up to my full height. Taking two steps towards him I looked him in the eye and attempted to stare him down. "You have five seconds to explain who the hell you are what the hell you're doing at my door. I am happy with my religion and I don't want to buy any make-up from a drag queen drop out. So turn the fuck around and walk away before I snap your fucking legs and you have to crawl out of here." My voice was deathly calm and he met my glare with a steady gaze never faultering.

We stood in silence a moment more before he let out a sigh and ran his hand through his weird ass static hair. "I suppose it would be in my best interest to state my business quickly and be on my way because it seems I have caught you at a very bad time seeing as you are both leaving to go somewhere and currently on the rag." He stated with a straight face. It took all my will power to not punch him in the dick like he deserved. "My name is Kakashi Hatake and I would be honored if I would be able to assist me in an endeavor of mine." He pulls a small card from his front pant pocket and hands it to me.

"The choice is yours to either accept or deny my request, but I will not tell you a single detail until you agree. My work and personal cell numbers are listed on this card. As it is currently a Friday night, I shall be gracious enough to allow you until noon on Tuesday afternoon to contact me with an answer." With that he turned on his heel and walked away. I stood there dumbstruck staring after the mysterious man. Who the hell did he think he is?

I look down at the card in my hand. It was a simple white card with a single number scrawled on the surface. I flipped it over and look at the words written in an elegant purple script.

1204 Shuriken Lane