Dear Blog-Goers,

Hello. I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Haruka Mizuki and I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing here. Let me explain, when I was sent here it was for some weird diplomatic reason…or so I was told. In reality I was sent away to keep me from going too far past my limit…which I have been known to do in the past. Maybe if I spent a little more time trying to impress some people, and a little less trying to kill others I wouldn't be here right now…maybe. See, I'm an assassin, but more than that, I'm a weapon. Well that's all that the village elders see me as at any rate. So our village Kage sent me away to deal with the self harm I've done over the years. And where did she send me? Sunagakure…the worlds most dry, sunstroke prone, sand sore giving, acne ridden desert village full of self-loathing morons and puppet-loving losers. Kami-sama, I hate this Kami-aweful place. When I got here i met this jerk Kankuro. He's supposed to guide me around the village and let me stay at his place. I hate him. I met the village Kage next. Hate him. Then i met their sister (yes Kankuro and the Kage are brothers). I hate her too. It's not so much them that I hate, really. I just really hate being trapped in this Kami-forsaken village…and it's their job to keep me here. See…it's not so much that I hate them…it's just that liking them would be a conflict of interest right now.

Anyway, Kankuro has been trying to be nice…and it really doesn't suit him all that well. He's roughly seventeen, and he obviously hates younger kids like me. oh, I almost forgot to mention. I'm 15 years old, and if i didn't already decide that I hated him, Kankuro would totally be my type. Standoffish, rude, standoffish, hates me, standoffish….anyway, that's what i like in a guy…they should want nothing to do with me. typically I like them weaker, more fearful, but Kankuro is so…no, I can't think like that, It's not going to get me any closer to leaving this damnable village that I'm sure is the breeding ground for lice and fleas (I so wish that I had been allowed to bring Inuzuka with me to test that theory…Flea-bag).

"Why do you have to keep me here?" I asked. He stared at me like an idiot.

"Why do I 'have to keep you here'? You think I have to keep you here?" he asked. "Gaara requested that a ninja from your village to be an ambassador here."

"Yeah, sure. That may very well be, but do you honestly think that Lady Tsunade didn't send me here with ulterior motive. They think I'm self-destructive, they sent me here to keep me out of their hair."

"You really think that they would do that?" he asked.

" I know it." I said, in a very matter of fact (and highly board) tone. "They think of me as a malfunctioning weapon. Better send me away before I implode." He looked at me with something akin to pity, and let me tell you, I do not take pity from anyone…to bad I was focusing all my energy on hating him rather than swooning at that moment. I curse his total Kami-like nature. I know…Moriko and Natsumi, you're out there thinking 'what the hell?' well he's totally hot and you know I'm a total sucker for emo jerks. Anyway. This is Sunakagure, which means that either A) there is something wrong with him, B) I'm Dreaming, or C) I was totally wrong in my assessment of the Locals….

I'm leaning towards option A.

By this point this was just about ready to go on auto pilot, which would be totally fine if I were in Konoha. Kankuro must have notice my walking dead interpretation, because the next thing I knew I was being carried bridal style through the heart of downtown Sunagakure…by the older brother of the Kazekage. I felt like a princess. It was horrible.

I'm in his apartment right now, and let me tell you…Creepy! Puppets are everywhere. It's a total nightmare…have I ever mentioned that I have an intense fear of puppets. Pupaphobia, I believe it's called. For now I'll grin and bare it…but if this puppet-loving Suna-jerk gets all ventriloquist-y I'll kill him.

Your Friend,

Mizuki

PS

Moriko and Natsumi: If your reading this…and I have this sneaking suspicion you are…then find some way to get me out of here.

Natsumi: This is so going to suck! Mizuki why can't you be normal?

Moriko: Oh, Kami-sama that is going to suck like all get out. Why do I have to get involved when Nat can just go all Freaky Glowy-thing and then, like, wham it's all done.

Mizuki: Hey i didn't ask for this…and don't mention that yet, Moriko, Princess Addie will be angry with us!

Addiena: You bet. Oh, and Red Choco and Rachel aren't involved in this fic. (turns to fans) Like it? Hate it? Review…I need twelve good ones before I continue this.