A/N: It's me again! I know that a lot of people have liked Perfect Storm, but after rereading all the chapters I realized that it was completely cringe worthy. Lori repeatedly kept going back to the same thing. She couldn't get close to Jeri or the others. I feel like I could have done better with the plot and I wanted to do better for you guys, because you, my loyal reviewers, deserve it! There will be funny moments in here, I assure you.

The things I have changed completely in this story are as follows: Lori is no longer fifteen and is instead going to be just shy of twenty two years old, having already graduated high school. She will have brown eyes but her hair will be nearly blonde naturally, so there won't be much damage to her hair from maintaining the bright blonde look and she does hail from Germany, but she is currently living abroad. Jeri, on the other hand is almost nineteen and being in her last stretch of high school. Both girls still have a relationship, though it will be kindly better than it was in Perfect Storm. As you will soon see. Lori still keeps most of her personality, but I will let you see for yourself what changes about her.

As for Jeff, his will be in this story too. So will Shisui, Itachi, Kushina, Mikoto, Tobirama, Madara, Minato, and either Tsunade or Hashirama, or Sasuke, Naruto and Sakura.

Epilogue:

"I could contract with you, but..." Lori's umber eyes turned downwards, the emotions inside a raging tidal wave of fear, worry, doubt, and regret.

"Then do it!" Jeri yelled, her red hair flailing behind her as she reached for Lori's hands. "Please..."

"I can only contract with one of you, the rest of you will have your memories erased by the organization." The bone chilling words spread throughout the makeshift family as the meaning was deciphered and the feedback was produced.

"It won't be that bad, we can still-" Minato's upbeat and positive demeanor was challenged by the blonde's next words.

"It can be so bad you end up in the hospital knowing nothing of who you are." Lori's eyes burned with rage. "But I know a few people who could contract at least two of you."

Third Person

It felt like being pulled from gravity, like a tide sweeping over their bodies and forcing them below to the watery grave of the ocean's depths. The motions swaying back and forth like a torrential storm. Then it ended just as suddenly as it had begun, leaving the ninja sick to their stomachs.

"That was horrible." Shisui was sure that the contents of his stomach would come back up. The tile beneath his hands were cold and unforgiving, the white design pure. That was when he became aware of the heart beating inside of his chest, the blood pumping through his once still veins. This wasn't right, he was sure that he was dead just moments ago.

Looking around at his surroundings a sudden crash came through from the kitchen, a burly man knocking plates off the counter that he was trying to grab in an attempt to keep himself upright. His vermillion armor that of the feudal era and his hair spiking out in all directions. It was Madara.

"Shisui!" Itachi's voice rang from behind him, the talented genius seeing his best friend for the first time since he himself had become deceased. The other Uchiha grinned, his cheeky smile widening as he knew he wasn't alone. He had his right-hand man, who also happened to fill the role of younger brother.

"Itachi! I thought I'd never see you again, I tried looking for you in the Spirit World, but that didn't go to well." Rubbing his fluffy hair his attention was turned to where Itachi stared. A woman with skin of ivory and familiar blue tinted hair, a yellow apron over her dark purple blouse and plum colored skirt. Mikoto.

Rushing over to her, the two men gently tried to coax her from her slumber. "Mother," Itachi's smooth voice called. With her awakening, she embraced the two of them, joy coursing through her as she welcomed them with open arms.

"Shisui, Itachi, I am so proud of both of you." She wasn't angry that Itachi had slaughtered their clan, it was for the best. She never agreed with the revolt anyway, neither did Fugaku, but the rest of the Uchiha could not be sedated any longer. She was proud, that her son could put everything aside for the sake of his little brother. That he would do everything to make sure that Sasuke would be protected. If it wasn't for Itachi's mask of strength, he would have cried upon hearing those words. He thought she would have had at least a hint of resentment, but his mother still loved him just the same as when he didn't conspire against the clan.

Hearing the thumping of footsteps coming from above, they were about to hide, until the armor-clad ninja stood before them, his red eyes glowing in the dim lighting. That was when a maroon haired woman entered the room, her green eyes growing wide and her small frame trembling as his Sharingan eyes directed themselves at her. "Madara!" She cried turning to run up the stairs and Madara giving chase until he was hammered to the side by a snow haired man, the second Hokage, Tobirama.

"Damn, Senju! She has answers!" Madara threw Tobirama off him, the scarlet eyed Hokage landing seamlessly onto his feet across the room.

"You're not torturing her. You saw her, she looked terrified. Her chakra is that of an infant's! She is no ninja." The second Hokage glared, his eyes daring the Uchiha to try to harm the girl. Honestly, the girl was just as shocked as them. Yes, she might have answers to where they are, but they surely wouldn't have to torture her to get the information. She was already intimidated and frightened enough.

With Madara trying once again to get up the stairs, Tobirama entered in a scuffle, their bodies clashing against the walls and banging against the harsh floor. Eventually, looking into Madara's eyes he became ensnared in a genjutsu, giving the dark-haired man an opening to punch him into the opposite wall. The crash was loud and violent as glass fell of the shelves nearby, shattering on the dark wood below. Moving in a quick pace, Madara could hear the woman as he made his way up the stairs, with her crying and screaming, pleading for help. What caught his attention the most though, was when she was crying out that cosplayers had broken into her house.

Snatching the door handle he tried to pry it open, but it was locked. "I'm giving you one chance to open the door. You're just making this harder on yourself." Banging once he felt he wood creak against his force.

"Stop! You're scaring her!" Shisui had caught up to his elder, both of them glaring as their eyes turned into the Mangekyo.

"Not until she answers." As his fist crashed through the air, an ear-splitting shot was fired from below, stopping him in his tracks. Shisui glanced down the stairs as screams were heard, flailing from Mikoto and Kushina's throats. Forgetting about the girl, both the men saw to the gunfire, standing at the base of the stairs within seconds.

"Where is she?" The woman's voice was daring, cold and stern. Her eyes a brown sunset fueled with a fierce and intense rays of determination and fury. Her blonde hair mimicking the sun's rays and her hands shaking ever so slightly like a leaf swaying in the wind, a metallic barrel pointed in the direction of a wall between the remaining ninja.

"The girl?" Shisui asked, his body tense as she pointed the weapon at him. With his Sharingan, it would be a breeze to dodge whatever would come his way, so he wasn't all that worried about it. "She's upstairs, don't worry, she is unharmed." Holding his hands up in a peaceful manner he made an attempt to connect to the girl. "Why don't you put that down, we're not going to hurt you." His eyes transformed from their intricate design into three tomoe marks, shifting to a swirl, enticing the girl to do as he said. He wasn't proud of trying to hypnotize the girl, but this really wasn't the situation for violence, and he didn't want the girl jumping in over her head any more than she had already.

"And I would drop my only means of protection, in a room full of people that broke into Jeri's house because…?" Shisui's eyes widened momentarily, his jutsu didn't work on the girl, and her chakra didn't increase like it was supposed to. Her eyes were not mindless haze. "Yeah, that's what I thought." The girl remarked, her eyes shifting around to the rest of the group.

"We really can explain!" Minato's deep cobalt eyes honest with no intention to harm, but possibly disarm the brazen girl before them. "We don't know how we got here, we were dead before."

Lori scoffed at his explanation. "You're going to be dead again if you don't get out of her..." Eying Tobirama fiercely, and shifting towards Madara and Shisui, she stopped in her threat momentarily. Tobirama's eyes being a startling shade of crimson, but was it colored contacts? And what about the other red eyed boy?

In the midst of her curiosity she forged a fatal opening, as the red and onyx mass descended upon her. Simultaneously, another shot rang through the air as gold and onyx flashed through the room. In a flash, she found herself in the tight, protective grip of well-toned arms, the pale skin soft like satin and the equally as soft curls bushing against her temple as her savior crouched against the kitchen floor. "I told you, we're not going to hurt you." Lori could feel the stranger's abs beneath his shirt, her face flushing at the touch. "Well, all of us but Madara."

Looking over his shoulder she was mesmerized by the iron chains of spun gold that bound the man to the ground, his struggling form reminding her of a helpless animal. "Who are you people?"

Without missing a beat, the ninja set her feet gently on the ground, his eyes a soft obsidian. "I'm Shisui Uchiha." As he introduced and pointed out the other ninja, Lori could only stare in wonder. They saved me, so are they really the intruders?

Being snapped out her complex gaze by the frequent and hurried footfalls she saw a flash of red coming from the hall, with a wailing sound falling behind. "Lori!" With the sudden force crashing into her chest the blonde was forced to take a step back, as she saw tears streaming down Jeri's face like a miniature waterfall. "I heard shots fired, I was so worried!"

"That's right, I didn't tell you I was armed when I was coming over." Turning her face away from the distraught teen she saw a kid in the the corner of the kitchen, his hair half white and half brown, his skin that of Tobirama's but his eyes the same pitch black as Shisui's. His body shaking violently. "Kid, are you okay?" Not moving her gaze, she talked to Jeri. "Jeri, you have a little cousin or brother here?"

"Itama." Tobirama's arms held the boy, his little brother crying in the fur of his white collar. "It's alright now."

"No..." Jeri's answer was but a whisper as she clutched at Lori's pink shirt, the fabric wrinkling so bad Lori was sure she would have to iron it later.

"Do you have a death wish?" Madara's roar startled Jeri, her tearful eyes finally noticing the chains sprouting from Kushina's stomach, clinging to Madara's bear like body and pinning him to the ground. It was then she realized that the one's she called cosplayers were actually the real deal.

"Lori..." She squeaked. "They're from my anime, they are real..." Lori rolled her eyes at Jeri's revelation.

"Anime isn't real."

"Maybe we should show you," Jeri's gaze hovered against Shisui's, his eyes shifting to a dark cherry. "Please, this will be easiest." It felt like being pulled against the roaring tides of the sea, or the howling winds of the worst storm, only to end as soon as it had started. Lori's arms catching the now deadweight of her neighbor.

"What did you do to her?" Lori glared at the master illusionist, only briefly glancing back at Jeri's eyes now matching that of the Uchiha.

"Don't worry, it's just genjutsu." Mikoto walked up to them, her eyes kind but confused and full of questions. "He's not trying to hurt her, just show her his memories of how we got here. It's much more believable than trying to explain everything, isn't it?" Cupping a finger against her pale lips she paused. "The question is, why didn't it work on you."

"The way the Sharingan works is that it needs eye contact." Itachi joined his mother, his eyes shifting to her every now and then. "Shisui tried it on you earlier, but it didn't work either."

"Maybe my contacts interfere with it, they are for helping me to see." Lori's thoughts came to a halt when Jeri's eyes returned to their normal jade hue.

"Let's help them, they're not lying." Jeri's conviction was going to be the death of them both.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this chapter, I love Mikoto and Kushina! They remind me of childhood best friends. Shisui, he reminds me of the guy that would be late to class but get away with it, meanwhile, Itachi is the sophisticated and punctual type. I am really happy to get the ball rolling with this story again and I promise I will try to make it much better from the last one. I do not own any of the Naruto characters as they are owned by Masashi Kishimoto, but Jeri, Jeff and Lori are my own creations.

Shisui: *Winks* "You'll make sure to review, won't you?"

Tobirama: "I can't believe she thought I was a vampire."

Jeri: "Well the way you looked outside the window you sure looked like one."