Authors note:

Second chapter spawned by TWO reviews, thanks to those reviewers. The title changed because… well. The other one was LAME. The current title is from a movie that I watched a few months ago…. One of those obscure ones produced by MTV or something. I like obscure films.

In this chap I'll actually switch to a non-ino POV, and maybe switch back to Ino POV or not. It just depends on how I roll with it. Sometimes 1st person just doesn't get the effect I want, so I switch to 3rd.

Disclaimer:

Naruto is NOT mine. None of the characters are mine unless they're marked to be mine- however I'm not a fan of OC's in other works so I'm really not planning on using any OC's in mine. Any song lyrics I happen to use or anything else copyrighted from the real world that I end up using will be cited at the end of the chapter.

Current Music:

U+Ur Hand by Pink, and then a bit later it changed to Braille by Regina Spektor

You, Me, and Everyone Else Ch2


"Deidara."

Did I forget to mention I had a brother?

"Deidara."

I had to wait for about five minutes before it registered in my older sibling's head that I was standing in his doorway with a telephone in my hand. He was sitting in his bed, his blanket drawn up over his head like it was a cloak, staring intently at the television screen across the room from him- xbox controller in hand. Judging from the noise, I think it was Halo that he was playing.

"DEI. DARA. PHONE."

My patience really only lasted so long. I whipped the cordless phone at his head, and watched as it hit dead on with a satisfying hollow noise. I don't think my brother has ever been…. Completely there. I love him and all, but really, we were hit by opposite ends of the genepool, with the exception of us both having blonde hair. His was a bit darker than mine, and… it was longer, sadly.

Dei picked up the phone, hitting the pause button.

"Yeah?"

Oh believe me, we all get used to hearing that. Before he spoke anymore, he moved the speaker away from his mouth to shoo me away.

"Ino, go… do something. Leave me alone, yeah."

I stuck my tongue out at him,

"Tell Sa-so-riiiiiiiiii that I say hi!"

I skipped away as Dei flipped his middle finger at my back. It was cute.

I really shouldn't poke fun of him like that- because he isn't dating Sasori, because Sasori is dating Yakumo. Yakumo is… creepy. She paints, and she's like a prodigy, but she really scares me. She wears a bandanna over her red hair, and puts a green bobby pin on the side of it to keep it in place, her jeans are always ripped and she wears black or white tank tops with unbuttoned flannel shirts over them. She doesn't talk much, and lives with Kurenai Sensei, the advanced math teacher, and Asuma Sensei. Asuma is my, Chouji, and Shika's advisor. He's supposed to sit and make sure our grades are going okay and have occasional check-ins, and he also watches over the art classes at school.

I don't know how Yakumo ended up with Sasori… I guess Sasori is strange in his own right, considering he's friends with Dei and their whole group. They really aren't at the top of popularity, but they aren't at complete losership- because they couldn't ever be far from the top. They have Uchiha Itachi, Sasuke's brother, to keep their status high.

I finished hanging up the laundry in the basement, and finally decided to take a shower. My shampoo smells like mint and almonds, as does my body wash and matching body spritz. It was a birthday present from…. Someone… Is it bad if I can't really remember who gave it to me? When I was done showering, I combed out my hair while waiting for the mirrors to de-fog. I was still waiting for them to clear when I went and switched on the cd player in the living room, and turned the volume up loud enough that it could be heard through the whole house. I instinctively heard Deidara slam his door shut through the music. I smiled to myself while singing along with the chorus of the song, flouncing back to the bathroom.

I'm not here for your entertainment

I tried and failed to get my short hair into a ponytail. I never wanted to cut it- but, guess who harassed me until I did? I don't even need to say anything other than "pink hair."

You don't really want to mess with me tonight

I fluffed it up a bit with volumizing product and said hell with it. I was still singing, of course, as I slapped a bit of foundation on my face.

Just stop and take a second

I was fine before walked into my life

Eyeliner, mascara, check. That was all I felt like doing, because I wasn't planning on going anywhere anyway.

Cause you know it's over

Before it began

Keep your drink just give me the money

I was full out dancing down the stairs, because I FELT LIKE IT. I reached the living room, and took advantage of the open space.

Just you and your hand tonight!

After the chorus of the song was done I walked to the kitchen, swinging my hips back and forth along with the song, and opened the fridge. I grabbed a slice of cold pizza, and was in the process of shoving that in my mouth when I heard the door open, and then slam shut. And then I realized that I wasn't alone in the living room anymore. I turned, half a slice of pizza in my mouth, music still blaring loudly. My eyes took in…. long pink hair… I almost panicked, but when the words

"Hey bitch, is the whore home?"

Came from her mouth and I squinted a bit- wasn't wearing my contacts –and saw that it was the other Haruno, Tayuya. I still hadn't chewed or swallowed completely, so I forced my jaw to move and with one hand made a phone shape and held it to my ear. With my other hand I pointed upward.

Tayuya nodded, but before heading up the stairs like I was expecting, she put her hands on her hips and took a good, forced, look around. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at me: stuffing my face, wearing a black sweatshirt, blue plaid pants, no socks or shoes, my hair was wet, and I had a limited amount of makeup- oh, and the music blaring might have been pop, but it wasn't hip-hop like what was expected. It was all very suspicious, apparently. It surprised me when she gave me a sly grin and thumbs up.

"Secret's safe with me. Lemme know when you're out of the reject closet."

That one hit me and I laughed as soon as I was finished swallowing. She was right- I was a closet loser. I started to wonder what would happen if I left the safety of the in crowd. I finally remembered to close the fridge door, when I started to get a chill. My dad was going to flip out over the electric bill this month. And the heating bill.

I waved as Tayuya ran up the stairs, resuming her mission of harassing Deidara. I doubt she cared he was on the phone, and she really wouldn't care of his feelings on her bursting unannounced into his sanctuary.

-Non Ino POV-

Ino hit the switch on the stereo, turning it off completely. It wasn't that her mood was killed, it was just sort of… postponed. The song was still stuck in her head. It was her favorite song of the moment, it just seemed to go with everything.

She looked down at what she was wearing, and then looked at her pink painted fingernails. They were long, fake, and really made it hard to do things… Her toenails weren't painted at all, and they were neatly trimmed. She looked at her reflection in the kitchen window, grimacing at her blonde, layered hair. She left the kitchen, moving to her bedroom. She flung open her closet doors, and looking at her department store clothes, she just as soon flung the closet doors shut again. As she did… one of her nails broke.

"…It's an omen."

She bit her lip, before reaching into the top drawer of her vanity dresser. She sifted through it until she found the nail clippers, and one by one, the nails were taken care of with a satisfying click. She decided the pink color needed to go as well… pink didn't even go with her skin tone- at least, that was the excuse she told herself. The problem was… she didn't own any polish that wasn't in pastels. She bit her lip again, before her eyes landed on a family portrait situated on her desk. The solution was right in the next room; Deidara had an assortment of cosmetics.

The door to his room was open already, his privacy now being null and void thanks to the pink haired girl now yelling

"OWNED MOTHAFUCKA!"

At the TV, her fists pumped into the air in a sign of victory. The blonde girl in the doorway was confused, until Deidara looked up.

"Co-op."

Ino's mouth formed an 'o,' and she nodded. She figured that the world would end sooner than anyone would beat Deidara in any game. He looked at the screen, before looking back at his younger sister.

"What?"

His voice was pretty monotone. Usually it wasn't, but he seemed either bored, tired, or just… not feeling himself at the moment. Ino wondered briefly what the conversation he had earlier with Sasori had entailed. She wasn't going to pry- at least not in front of Tayuya. It would seem like she actually cared then.

"Dei, can I borrow your nail polish?"

Time seemed to stop as the two older teens did a double take. Deidara's eyes widened a bit.

"…Why?"

Ino rolled her eyes impatiently,

"So I can paint my nails something that isn't fluffy bunny colored," she displayed her nails as proof. The two in the room still seemed a bit taken back by the sudden request, but they soon went back to their virtual killing.

"S'over there, bring it back when you're done, yeah?" He motioned with his head to his bed side table.

Ino nodded, reaching over and opening the top drawer. She pushed aside the plastic wrapped sculpy and fimo, and pulled out a small bottle of dark purple N.Y.C nail polish. She closed the drawer, said a thanks, and walked back to her bedroom. She settled herself on her bed with her walkman CD player, popping in a Death Cab For Cutie CD. She'd bought that CD herself, and really, not many people knew that she had it. The specific track she switched to was "What Sarah Said," melancholy but she really enjoyed the piano backing. That and it was a great song- it was thought provoking.

She painted right over the pink, the darker color covering it easily. She painted each nail, even strokes of color across each one.


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Across town, the same song was being played, the speakers whispering it softly in the air in the room. Two redheads, one of them situated on the floor, paint covered hands sliding a paintbrush across a canvas- the canvas, however, wasn't a fabric canvas. It was a mirror, the wooden frame was already covered in slashes of black and red. The glass was currently the work in progress, the artist was using her hands as well as her brush to spread blocks of color across the sleek surface. The other individual, his hair unkempt and messy, was sitting in an unmade bed. The sheets tangled themselves together, as he sat with his feet on the floor and elbows on his knees. A cell phone was in his hands, and the button tones were set to silent while he clicked back through the call list. There were two numbers that came up the most, and it was tearing him apart inside to try to choose between them.

The song was set to repeat, because Yakumo said it was the song she'd been listening to when she started her work- she had to listen to it until she was done. Sasori obliged, but was wishing that it could have been any other song but that one.


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But love is watching someone die…

Ino whispered the words out loud, while she carefully blew on her drying nails.

So who's going to watch you die…

She'd thought about those lines often- and she regretted that she couldn't come up with a name.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, her parents coming home finally at around 6:00, Tayuya leaving at 10:00. It was a school night, but it wasn't like Tayuya was a person to care about something trivial like that.


Author's Endnotes:

sculpy: modeling clay

fimo: modeling clay

N.Y.C: a cosmetics brand

The first song lyrics were from Pink's U+Ur Hand, and the ones at the end were Death Cab For Cutie's What Sarah Said… that was sort of a given, but I figured I should state it anyway. I switched perspectives, and I'm not sure which is more fitting- if you review –which you should, it's motivating- then let me know which perspective works best, and I'll use the more popular more often. There still isn't much for plot yet, but I'm working on that… ;