A/n: I'm really sorry, but I suddenly felt that I needed to start this story up again. Helpful and advisatory comments are welcome. Flames are NOT welcome, please be weary of my warning.

&&there was this sadistic feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Anko, feeling somewhat deathly upset feeling deep inside of her. Not knowing what to do she decides to go to Konoha's local bar to get drunk, hoping that'll ease her worries. There, she meets Kakashi. In her drunked stage Anko made a reckless move, saying that she'd make a bet that she'd be able t outdrink scarecrow Hatake Kakashi! Being the laid-back person he is, Kakashi agrees. To make things short... Anko passed out during her first drink of the bet. Now her little sister fourteen-year-old Aiiriana(you) (pronounced aYe-ree-ah-na) has to train Team 7 for ...dun dun dun two months!!!!! Let the fun beegin!!( ---meant the typo --)

.:: Where Your Heart Remains .::-- Chapter 1;Burn Me Up --

An anime sweatdrop ran down my head, or at least I think it did. I was not in a good mood. My elder sister, Anko decided to have a girls-night-out, last night. Very bad things resulted after that night...

One was that Anko had a major hangover and started rambling about useless and unimportant matters. She raved on and on how her sensei was back in the day. I didn't pay any attention to anything she was saying, to me to was all gibbberish. With Anko in her hangover, I have to do all of her chores, errands and sometimes, her missions. Missions I don't mind, everything else, I mind.

Continuing on, Anko-neechan happened to meet that hentaious Hatake Kakashi during her drunken moments. Anko being the most naive drunk she is, played a bet against Kakashi, including me in the bet. To make things shorter and much more discreet, Drunk Anko lost while chugging her first bottle of the bet + Kakashi waiting for her to pass out and drinking the bottle Me training a bunch of maggots.

A small perplexed sigh escaped my lips, releasing a bit of my frustration a bit. How am I suppsoed to pass the jounin exams in this condition? Training a bunch of genin will highly screw my chances of training and getting a high A-class missions and probably a S-class if I'm lucky.

I clutched my shaking head, feeling a bit miffed by all of this sudden occurences. Under my breath I muttered 'how troublesome this all is'.

I raised my gaze a bit and narrowed my eyes. A small smirk plastered across my face.

"I'm sounding like that lazy ass of a ninja, Shikamaru," I said chuckling a bit.

I ceased my laughter, feeling an unfamiliar presence lingering behind me. Quickly and steathly, I lifted my kunai pouchs flap, grabbed a shuriken and three of my freshly-sharpened kunai at the tresspasser.

That unfamiliar presence dodged my kunai, but barely, whoever it was, they were now pinned against a tree. Not missing beat, I flung myself on him, holding him against the tree. I quickly grabbed another kunai knife out of my pouch, making sure that my hold on this person didn't loosen.

I dragged my kunai against the strangers bare neck, my brown eyes narrowing a bit.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Hn." Came the reply.

I peered onto his face, slowly examining his facial features, somehow thinking it'll give his identity away. Deep, cool onyx eyes stared at me, holding not a hint of emotion within them. Spiky raven hair that seemed to have a bluish tinge to it in the sunlight. A small petite nose and a pair of rosy lips, contrasting against his pale-white skin. He looked no more than twelve, but he seemed to have a somewhat cute face. He looked somewhat . . . familiar.

'Spiky. . . black hair and deep onyx eyes. . . I remember seeing features like his. . . but where?' I thought to myself, my eyebrows furrowing in deep concetration.

My mind wandered off on its own, resulting my hold on the raven-haired to loosen a bit. Though it seemed to be enough for him to get loose. My attention drifted back to him.

The raven-haired boy acted quickly, rapidly doing some hand signs to attack me. Me eyes narrowed in realiztion as I noticed what technique he decided to use against me.

"It can't be. . .that technque requires too much chakra. . ." I whispered.

"Katon, Gokakyou no Jutsu!" he cried out, blowing an excessive amount of fire balls heading towards me.

"A kid can't do a technique of that skill! Only an Uchiha--"I paused mid-sentence, realizing who this kid was.

"Uchiha Sasuke" I said before I was engulfed by the scorching fire balls.