Title: This Just Isn't My Day
By: Ice-Eagle Y'Siri
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or the Akatuski or anything associated with Naruto.
Summary: Normally, I'm a very calm person. So just imagine me coming home with my friends and the Akatsuki in my living room. And all I wanted was a simple vacation annoying the heck out of the preps next door. Great. Just. Great.
Soooooooooo...I've started redoing the chapters. I started writing TJIMD about three years ago and if you look at my latest chapter compared to the earlier ones, you can definitely see the difference in chapter quality. Therefore, I'm going back and fixing the earlier chapters for the readers who probably were intersted in my story, but skipped over it because the writing wasn't well done.
Let me know what you all think. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!
Aya's POV
Normally, I'm a very calm person. I got straight A's my final year in high school (and Honors before that, but it's not particularly relevant) and I get along with mostly everyone. I have two really close friends: Catherine and Rian (said REE-yahn), and the latter and I were staying at Catherine's house for the summer. Her parents are extremely wealthy, so all our parents agreed to give us "a-real-life-living-on-your-own-experience".
With a little more luxury than the average university student, of course. I mean, we were gonna be college freshmen in the fall. Cat was going to be studying Vocal Performance while Rian went into something about x-rays or whatever while I started my Bachelor's degree in Exercise Physiology/Anatomy/something(I wanted to do Occupational Therapy or pre-med).
All three of us are-slightly dysfunctional. From knee-high bubbles to the neighbors being reduced to buying Rottweilers next door, our pranking expertise was both varied and slightly strange.
But anyway. I just came back back from running errands, my arms full of bags, and imagine, just imagine, seeing the entire Akatsuki in my living room, with Catherine and Rian tied up in the center. Well. Isn't this a pretty picture. I'm so gonna die. Which will suck.
Keep cool, Aya. Just keep calm.
Keh. Yeah, right.
I take a deep breath. "So, are these people delusional cosplayers or the real thing?" I began to walk into the kitchen, which was adjacent to the front door, but Itachi appeared & held me still. I'm tired and I wanna put my stuff down and my arms are tired and sore and he's not helping, dammit.
"Duuuuuuuude," I whined "It's food, okay? Can't I put them down? Unless YOU want to have eggs in your eyes…" That didn't exactly help much. He grabbed them out of my hands, set them down, and marched me into the living room on the couch, kunai to my neck. 'I am so, so dead'.
Leader inclined his head toward me, "Will you answer our questions truthfully?"
I cocked my head to the side, "I suppose. But you can't kill-" a kunai was pressed to my neck and Itachi murmured in my ear "-Whyever not? We don't really need you. We could kill you and no one would be the wiser."
Holy heck. Anyone who says Itachi isn't scary is insane. Bonkers. Spinny motion with your finger. Cookoo for Cocoa Puffs.
So screwed. So, so screwed.
"On the contra-ouch, can you move that back a bit-thanks- on the contrary, you do need us. You obviously aren't in your world any longer, and you don't know what it's like here, and if you didn't know where to go, you could be shot on sight. These bullets," I said dryly "you wouldn't be abe to dodge. We'd cook and stuff for y'all, too, like good hostesses."
"But not servants? I see. Girl, you have spunk. It'd be best if your friends had the same." He turned to consult the rest of the Akatsuki. Sticking my tongue out at his back, I rushed over to Catherine and Rian.
"You alright?"
"Yeah. The dudes just came out of flippin' nowhere. The room was empty and Catherine and I were watching V for Vendettta while waiting for you, and then, 'ka-poof!' all the Akatsuki are here and had us tied up in 3 seconds flat. Man," she said wistfully "I'd give to be a shinobi."
"Technically kunoichi," Catherine jumped in "So do you think they'll agree?"
I shrugged, "I dunno. God, this proves I can't leave you two by yourselves. Letting in all these strangers! You two should be ashamed of yourselves."
"Dude," Rian sounded irritated "You're not my mother. Or my father. You sound like my grandparents, and they're OLD."
I mock-glared at Rian and Catherine started snickering. Often, I acted as the group's collective conscience and, so far, anyway, been able to keep us mostly out of trouble. With us all going to college in a few months, I knew that was going to change. I glanced to the Akatsuki group. Seeing them still conferring, I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, shut it. You know you need a conscience. At least I've kept us out of serious trouble. This'll be our last summer for mischief, you guys. College!" I high-fived Rian.
"Hell, yes, man! I'm so excited!" Catherine facepalmed and I sighed. Rian could be really blunt; sometimes, though it's usually me, too loud for her own good.
"Did you have to say that so loud?"
"What?"
"What're we gonna do with the cost of having them here? I mean, food and clothes and-"
"-Clothes?"
"Well, duh, were you expecting them to go anywhere in those getups? How'll they blend in?"
"Genjutsu?" I added in hopefully. Catherine just huffed.
"I doubt it would work on contact. So they'll need clothes. And mom 'n dad'll need a reason for the spending limit to go up...great."
I snorted. Great? I'll be the one shopping for all the food. Presumably one of the Akatsuki will need to go with me. Wonderful.
"We've made our decision."
I hope this sounds better than the first version. It still needs some touching up, but I hope it's acceptable for now. :)
Oh, yeah. This is kinda-sorta a spin-off of When Are We Going To Die? and How Are We Still Alive? by Nairo Xana and Jemmi. Their work has inspired this story. However, I'm not intending as going in the same direction that they did...mine will turn out to be quite different. So I recommend reading theirs first; they have one of theirs done and are working on the second one currently. They're both excellent so I give full credit to them for the idea that I have written so far.