Chapter 2: Bubbi, Why So Blue?

Warning: Strong language

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Time had passed quickly but I had still not left my comfortable brown leather couch. My permanent indentation had been created after years of wear and tear and now it was the perfect place to be when I wanted to be lazy. I had passed by the few episodes it took to get to the next part of the chunnin exams. I was ready though. Neji VS Naruto was one of my favorite fights.

"HOLY SHIT! Come on you piece of shit! Stand up and show that prick who's boss!" I screamed at the TV like a crazy person. As if it could hear me. "Ugh why do they always take so long to get to the point. Shut up and fight already."

Ramen noodles had sprayed out of my mouth disgustingly like I was a sprinkler head as I screamed curses hoping the fictional character would listen to me. I looked down in disgust at the splattering of food on the coffee table. 'Great now I gotta clean that up.' I mused.

Here we go with the sad back story again. Time to skipppppp. I button mashed the skip button to the next episode. Should I watch it? Probably. Will I watch it? Nope. I have seen it way too many times before to give a care anymore. Neji made his own life miserable. He could have turned it around all on his own but noooOOooo he had to have Naruto come in and do his weird therapy thing and magically it all gets better and he sees the light.

I skipped forward to the Gaara VS Sasuke fight and proceeded to lose my shit. I hate Sasuke but not because he is an ass. He is valid in that right, with his tragic life and messed up mental state. I hate him because his hair looks stupid. Yup. One hundred percent that is why I hate him. I went to cosmetology school so I know for a fact that to achieve that look you have to have one hell of a cowlick and hella volume. Bleh. Tame it like a normal person yah lazy bum. Oh! Here's the good part! Gaara is starting to transform and and and...

"NO! Don't just fucking leave like some pussy bitch, Gaara. Stay and fucking own up to your psyconess!" I screamed in frustration as the episode ended.

Man, I hated that part. He just leaves the arena like he doesn't want to kill anyone. If he was smart, he would have stayed and taken out the crowd first and then worked on the rest of the ninja. Half them bitches were asleep and couldn't do anything to protect themselves. Boom! Half the trouble gone right then and there. Most of them were probably Chunin and Genin ninja who got caught in the Genjutsu. If he had taken them out then they would not have been able to join later on in the fight drastically reducing the chance for the Leaf Nin to win. Maybe I have thought on this too much? Hmmm.

My deep thoughts were interrupted by my loud nosy neighbor who always has something to complain about. Since day one he has been trying to get me kicked out. It's okay though. I'm tight with the owner so I will never be kicked out unless I stop paying rent. The banging and yelling on the door pulled me out of my thoughts once more before I drifted too far. Pushing Jax off my lap I shuffled to the door before cracking it open just a tad.

"Hello, Mr. Binkley. What can I do for you?" He was already red in the face and heaving breaths left his chest. I wonder if stress can cause a heart attack?

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO ASK YOU TO STOP YELLING AT 11:00 AT NIGHT! I AM REPORTING YOU LUMINA!" Mr. Binkley's thin white hair was matted down by sweat and his eyes were red and blood shot. Longer he yelled the redder they got.

"I apologize Mr. Binkley. I must have gotten carried away again. I'll be quieter. Sorry if I disturbed you." Jaxson growled at the door when Mr. Binkley slammed his hand against it. The force pushed it back far enough that Jax was able to push his head out and snap at the plump old man. I grabbed his collar before he could actually nip him.

"GAH! That menace just tried to bite me! This is the last straw I am calling the authorities to get your dog put down for attacking me!" My breath caught in my throat. Jax was a pit mix no one would listen to me even if I tried to explain what actually happened. I shoved Jax back through the door and slammed it shut.

"He didn't even come near you! Not only that but he is completely justifiable for the fact that you slapped the door and not only scared him but also me." Jaxon is my everything and I refuse to back down and let this crotchety bastard threaten my Bubbi.

Suddenly the door across the hall opened up and out came Ilsa. She was a fierce woman of age 73. She walked 10 miles a day, was ex-military and cheated at poker like a pro. Her shoulder length salt and pepper hair was twisted into a tight bun on top of her head creating a donut shape. Her usual Kelly-green shawl draped over her shoulders while her body was clothed in a pale yellow moomoo and white slippers.

"David Morise Binkley what do you think you are doing? You are disturbing the whole floor with your wretched temper tantrum. You leave that young lady and her pup alone or I'll make you. Do you understand? I might be old but I can still kick your ass you half-wit." Did I mention she was ex-military? Her stormy grey eyes pierced your soul and made you wish you were dead when she was mad at you. Thank Thor I was never at the receiving end. She was like the grandmother I always wanted.

"You stay outta this you ole bitty. I'm tired of everyone sticking up for this kid. She has no respect for anyone. Yelling at all hours of the night. You Millennials are all the same. Privileged, disrespectful, thankless trash." His fat crooked finger shook in my face as he whipped his head back and forth between Ilsa and I.

I opened my mouth to object but the words caught in my throat as it started to closed up. I don't do well with people arguing or yelling. It stresses me out and I tend to panic. My hands start shaking and I began to wheeze as the anxiety and panic start to meld together into one. I haven't had a true attack in over a year since I got Jaxon. I take him everywhere except work due to one of the students having an allergy to him. My knees went weak and I grabbed onto my door handle to help keep myself up. Jax barked and whined from the other side sensing my distress.

"Now look what you've done you fool. You caused her to have a panic attack David. You should be ashamed of yourself. Go back to your apartment and leave her alone." Ilsa's tone left no room for arguing in that moment. She knelt down next to me and grabbed my hands. "Okay dear. Just like we practiced. AWARE. A-Accept. W-Wait. Count to ten. A-Actions" Numbers spilled out of my mouth in a stuttering mess as I tried to get myself under control. I sat down instead of crouching and leaned against the door to my apartment. Jaxon's sniffs from under the door made me feel safe. Slowly the panic started to recede. "A-Actions. R- Repeat. You got this honey. Don't forget to breathe from your diaphragm."

After ten more minutes my body stopped shaking enough for me to stand. Ilsa helped me up and opened my door letting Jax out to help comfort me. His tongue shot out and immediately started licking anywhere he could. Hands, arms, legs, feet. Anywhere and everywhere. A giggle slipped past my lips at his licks as Ilsa led me inside to my bed.

"I don't know why that man must always bother you. No one can hear anyone through these walls unless you are trying to hear them. They are concrete and thicker than dickens. Utterly ridiculous that man. You just rest now ya hear? No late-night painting or reading."

"Yes Ilsa. I promise." The corners of my mouth twitched into a smile. She grabbed my comforter and Twilight Jacob blanket and threw it over me tucking me into bed. Jax jumped up shortly after and laid on top of my legs with his head on my hip. "Good night Ilsa. Thank you." She smiled at me and then left.

I settled in to the thick blankets and shut my eyes hoping to drift off like a normal person instead of passing out from sleep deprivation. I lasted all of three minutes though due to a high pitch hum coming from the living room. Throwing back the covers I climbed out of bed and grabbed my phone switching on the flashlight. As I walked through the apartment I switched on the lights once more as I went. The bedroom light, the hallway light, the kitchen light and finally the living room light. The entire apartment was lit up and not an inch was shadowed; therefore, nothing could drag me into the abyss for me to never be seen again.

The humming was louder now that I was in the same room as the TV. My borderline black eyes scanned the room but nothing was there except for my TV that was flickering in strange orange, red and blue swirls. My eye twitched in irritation at the strange swirling and shifting colors. That TV was expensive and if it was broken, I would be pissed. Grabbing the remote and turning off the TV I heaved a sighed in relief when the screen went black.

"Well that was weird." Scrunching up my face I turned around and started to make my way back to my bedroom only to freeze when I heard the high pitch hum once more and saw the glow of the orange, red and blue coming from behind me again.

Turning around slowly I walked up to the TV. The colors started swirling faster and faster as I got closer and closer. Reaching out my hand to touch the screen my hand fell across the smooth glass. Scoffing and shaking my head at my stupidity I stood back up straight. I'm such a moron. What did I think I was going to fall into a new dimension or world or whatever? So Stupid. Turning around I looked at Jaxon who followed me out to see what was going on. His normal brown eyes reflected the colors of the TV as he stared at it frozen.

"Jax?" I tilted my head in concern. He blinked and then suddenly a flash of brilliant blue erupted from him. I had to shield my eyes so as not to go blind. "Jaxon?!" Hysteria peeked in my voice.

As the light dimmed, I lowered my hand to look at my dog. He looked like him but not at the same time. He was bigger and more muscular. He had an ethereal blue glow that made me think he had been around radiation. When he looked at me, he looked through me and it honestly made my heart hurt.

"Bubbi? Are you okay sweetie? Come to mommy." I called out softly. He will always be my Bubbi no matter what and I was not going to treat him any differently just because he may or may not be possessed by something.

Next thing I know he charged at me full speed and tackled me into the TV.

Literally.