A/N: FF is stupid. Really.I can't edit my last story AT ALL.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Dedication: To blasting music at top volume with your favorite drink in your hand, dancing around the room, and smiling. To having ice cream in the fridge and Dove dark chocolate squares on the desk. To living and laughing and friends who help you through hard times. –SARA!!!! ILY!!! ;)- To being the princess of your own fairytale, saving your own ass, and enjoying every minute of it.
Note: First person now and forever. I'm also going to write a different girl for each chapter and switch between in a pattern –most of the time- so try and keep up, ne? ;)
P.S.: I have nothing against Germans, their language or anything like that. Really. Also, wear a helmet. Really, just do it
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I flipped my hair over my shoulder and glanced out the window at the clouds. They were so boring. Really. Why couldn't we just be there already? I continued on my mental tirade for a bit before I realized something semi-important… I didn't have a clue where we were going. Shit.
"Fore-head," I screamed, ignoring the startled and annoyed looks being sent my way by the flight attendants, throwing myself at the petite emo-ish girl next to me.
"ARGH! Get off of me, you freaky rainbow bitch!" She flailed around, grumbling angrily about Karma and straws. Hah.
"Fore-head, where are we going?" I demanded impatiently, keeping my grip on the oh-so-angry-grr-RAWR sister-like-bestfriend-person of mine while I was at it. She stopped squirming long enough to give me a what-the-hell-are-you-on-you-retarded-(but-oh-so-pretty)-bitch?! look before she resumed her flailing and muttering. Humph! "I'm really serious here, what's our first stop on our kick-ass worldwide conquer fest?"
There was a snort from the seats in front of us before two heads popped up and grinned at me. "Ino-chan, let Baby-doll go before you make her even more sulky and emo," Sasori childed, wagging a finger in my face like I was a child. Ewh, I was not a child, thankyouverymuch!
Waving my arms around –and releasing Baby-doll to sulk in her emo seat of glommydoomdoom- I whined at the two older boys about my lack of answer. And sort of smacked them both in the face. Oops… Oh well. "But I really don't know! Where, on this freakin' stupid green planet, are we going?'
A shared glance. A chuckle or two. A glance at me, this time. A glance out the window. And just as I was about to go all mind ninja on them, an answer!
"California."
"California! Ohmaigawd, YES!" I screamed, again. (Because I am not only oh-so pretty, but oh-so loud and oh-so amazing too!) California meant cute shops, cute boys, hot outfits, hot boys, pretty beaches, pretty boys! My mental squeal fest –that might or might not have actually happened out loud too, judging by the looks we were getting- however was interrupted by a flight attendant. A ninja flight attendant, 'coz she totally popped out of nowhere causing Saki to, um, flail. And scream. Again. Hah.
"Excuse me, misses! But there are others on this plane and you are disrupting them with your loud screaming, which is both disrespectful and loud. Please try to tone it down from now on, thank you." Wow, what a fake smile. Ick. Plus those screams were no where near loud compared to what Saki and I can cook up. Really. Saki-baby flipped off the lady –who along with a really bad fake smile had a horrid make-up job and a way-too-neat-to-be-real bun hair style-and then turned to our chortling brothers.
"I told you these two would be told off before Karin-chan got Temari-chan in trouble! Pay up, un," Demanded Deidara. Wait, 'pay up'?! They were betting on us!
Argh, they are so dead, Saki'll kill them!
"Fuck," Sasori groaned, digging money out of his pocket. I glanced at Saki, totally excepting absolute carnage and instead seeing her roll her eyes. Amused. Why wasn't she all RAWR? Why?
"You two and your stupid bets, seriously. I'm surprised you would even bet on something like that, of course this ditz is gonna get me in trouble first." Not cool, dammit. Oh-so not cool. Stupidlittle emo-bitch.
So I did what started all this mess; I jumped her. "Fore-head!"
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France was…different. There were lights everywhere –duh, it was the City of Lights; even if they weren't like the neon ones in New York and Tokyo-and shops lined the streets. It was quaint and calming, I guess. I shrugged my shoulder, which were clad in a bright, cute orange top I got in New York, and grabbed –the oh-so reluctant- Deidara's wrist. Deidara had lost the straw draw for this particular shopping trip and was now stuck being my bagboy. Hah.
"Ino, un," Deidara begged, even though it was oh-so useless and we both knew it, "Haven't you had enough shopping for today, yeah?" I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to tell him no when I saw the most amazing thing. Ever. (Or at least until I see the next most amazing thing, but whatever!) A smile lit up my face and I squealed, gripping his wrist even tighter and dragging him off to the store.
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I was flounced into the restaurant –who walks when you can flounce?- Deidara right behind me, bags upon bags on both his arms. Sasori looked up –as did everyone- and gaped. Just flat out gaped. …Asshole.
"Ino-chan," Oh-so sweet Hinata called, looking me dead in the eye. I giggled a bit.
"Yes, my darling?"
"Please tell me that you do not, in fact, have a neon purple beret on your head."
"Oh but my darling, I do, in fact, had a pretty, oh-so pretty neon purple beret on my pretty, oh-so pretty head!" She gave me this blank look and blinked a few times. Temari looked like she was torn between throwing something at me and smacking herself on the head and Karin promptly burst out laughing.
"It gets worse, un. She has three bags full of brightly colored, weird patterned berets, un. There's also at least another two bags of other hats, also in assorted colors, yeah." Deidara groaned, tossing my presssssiouses –as Tennie-babe would say- to the ground and collapsing beside Sasori. Wimp, we were only shopping for, like, seven hours.
Karin was howling with laughter now, Temari really did smack herself on the head, and Hinata was shaking her head and patting the choking Sakura and Sasori on the back. Meh, weirdos.
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We're in Germany now. It's really cold. I don't like it that much. Tenten is with me this time but really, I don't see anything to die for here. Sigh.
Oh wait, those two boys are cute. Like, really cute. And they're looking over here –of course they are, I'm over here!- OH, yay, now they're coming over here!
"Psssst, Tennie-babe, ten-o'-clock!"
"What the hell? It's, like, two in the afternoon!"
"No, just, those boys! Just, ah, shut up and look pretty!" I saw Tennie-dearest give me a look that just screamed slut before looking –and facing- the two boys –who were really just oh-so cute!-, giving them her sweetest smile.
"He dort wurden hübsche Mädchen, Sie mögen uns für Kaffee verbinden?" …What?
"Did he just insult us?"
"I don't know, do I look like I speak friggin' German?"
"Well, it sounded insulting. Really!" I huffed, glaring at the suddenly not-so cute –but, um, really confused- boys, and spun on my heels to storm off. I heard Tennie follow at my side as we walked on in silence –in the oh-so cold-as-all-fuck weather- for, like, a minute. Then I asked, "Hey, wanna grab some coffee?"
"Yes. Oh friggin' yes."
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"Fuckfuckfuck, shitshitshit, I DON'T WANNA DIE!" I wailed at the veryveryvery top of my lungs, clutching for my oh-so dear life at Karin's jacket. "Slow fuckin' down!"
"Like hell I will!" That bitch screamed back, roaring the stupid –bright bright bright pretty red- scooter thing that really didn't look all this fast at first. Why, oh why couldn't I go with Hinata-chan? She's the only one that would even remotely think about listening to me, so why was I stuck with the red-head bitch who sucked at anything and everything driving related?! I'm too pretty to die!
We were speeding through some part or another of Italy –it all looks the same when you are about to die!- in groups of two. Sakura and Sasori, Tenten and Temari, and Hinata and Deidara –who all had been, like, right behingd us but, um, were gone. Which was oh-so not cool.- Suddenly we came to a halt, making my oh-so beautiful blonde hair flop into my face –because I, like everyone else, had chosen not to wear the stupid looking helmet-and after I brushed it back I notice two of the hottest boys I have seen all trip. One on either side of us, each on their own evil scooter thing –of doom-, both grinning at us.
" Ciao," The one on the right called –he had oh-so dark hair and green-ish eyes- waving while he said, "You two out for a ride?"
"Oh course they are! The real question is, how fast can you go?" Oh, the one on the left is cocky –and had dark blonde hair and brown eyes- which totally added to his hot-o-level scale thing. I smiled at the dark haired one -because I can- and was about to answer when the stupid, speed she-devil driving this death-mobile beat me to it. Humph.
"Care to find out?" She called waiting just long enough to receive two smirks –oh, so both are cocky, okay then- and then floored this stupidstupidstupid scooter thing, both boys right on our tail.
"KARIN! ASDFJKL!"
That crazy bitch just laughed and drove even faster. Fuck.
- - -
"Oh, it's so pretty!" I squealed, dragging our whole groupfamilylotpeople with me into the little Australian tacky shop –or shoppe as the sign said-. We were all together 'coz Anko had finally gotten tired of tearing each and every country apart, looking for one pair, only to lose another. So, on our last stop, we were to stay together.
"Oi, blondie-bitch, we've spent this whole summer at your freaking shopaholic beck-and-call. How can you still shop?" Fore-head grouched, glaring at nothing in particular.
"Ino," Temari interrupted my amazing comeback, "I want to surf. Like, now. So either you come along quietly and stop this freaking shopping or badbadbad things will happen to your old school Poke'mon stuffie collection." She was lounging calmly against the wall in a black-and-dark-purple wet suit, her grey and different colored swirls' surfboard pressed against her side. I gasped –how can she threaten me so calm-like, it's oh-so not fair!- bringing my hand to my mouth, horrified.
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." She smirked suddenly and I knew that I was doomed unless I got out of here now. I huffed and stormed quickly out of the adorable shop –or shoppe!- pouting all the way. I mean, come on! We've only been shopping for an hour.
"Thank god, Temari, I love you! That was so boring." Sasori exclaimed throwing his arms in the air, leading the way to the beach with his oh-so creepy kite in hand. Tenten was also rushing forward, her long dark green surfboard gripped at her side. Temari, Tennie, Dei-nii, and Hinata were all avid surfers. It was so weird. I mean, sure, if they knew how to do it right, boys looked damn hot when surfing but I personally couldn't stay on the stupid board.
"Beach volley-ball, here I come," Karin cheered, jumping in place –while walking too- sliding her shiny new sleek looking rectangle glasses up her nose. Hmmm, I could do that or I could tan. Tanning would be nice.
We arrived at the beach quickly –thanks to the insane pace these freaks set- and Karin immediately tugged her black shirt off and threw it down on our bags –leaving her in jean shorts and a cute black-and-red checkered bikini top- and bolted towards the volley-ball court. Hinata dashed straight into the waves, Dei-nii, Temari, and Tennie right on her heels and suddenly I was alone with Fore-head.
"Well, Fore-head, looks like it's just you and me," I drawled, looking to my left –where she was supposed to be- but there was nothing. Huh.
"Asdfjkl, it's cold!"
I snapped my neck up to see Saki-baby standing about knee-deep in the waves with a giant black intertube –where the hell did she get that?!- wearing a blood red bikini. "Fore-head, you are not allowed to ditch me!" I screamed, drawing most of the beach's attention to me.
She continued into the wave, slipping into her big-as-hell tube. "Fore-head!" She turned around –finally-, her tube spinning as the waves pushed it to-and-fro. Once she was facing me, she smirked and then flipped me off mouthing 'Suck it'. That stupid ass bitch!
I screamed, all thoughts of tanning and oh-so cuteprettyhot boys forgotten, and leaped forward to get that pretty –but not as pretty as me, oh no!- pink-haired bitch. She was so fucking dead, like, seriously.
- - -
We were on a plane again. For, like, the bagillionth time this summer, but it was also the last. School started tomorrow, ugh. Saso-nii and Dei-nii apparently had checked out our school –hellhole- and said it didn't look too bad. Saki –who right now was asleep next to Karin, about four seats back- had hissed 'Lieeeeeeees!' and had also sulked for a while –nothing new there, really-. Hinata –who was seated next to me (yay!), asleep- had looked at least partially pleased because both Dei-nii and Saso-nii had said the art program there was fabulous –although they had used more 'manly' words, but whatever-. Temari was indifferent to the whole subject, although she wasn't happy about school starting back either, and Tenten had most likely forgotten school ever existed.
Anko –seated two seats up and to our left- was tired. And she had every right to be, I mean, she literally had chased us all over the world. Saso-nii and Dei-nii were sunburnt, tired, but happy. We all were happy, above all else. I mean, come on, we were a family again. All of us.
And really, with all of us together, Konoha –and even school- stood no chance.
