I noticed I did not put the disclaimer on my last chapter so from here on out this whole story has been disclaimed ... I do not own naruto all rights reserved to its rightful owner :D Lucky bastard You.

So here's chaptaaaaaa deux ... enjoy

"Ice-cream, ice-cream, ICE-CREAM!" Tsuki was jumping up and down in excitement while we walked towards the park so I could buy him some ice-cream. "Tsuki, be careful before you trip and-" I winced as his body landed with a 'thud' face first into the sidewalk.

"Itai!"

I walked over to him with my aid kit handy.

"Really now, didn't I tell you to be careful?" I scolded him light heartedly as I wiped a tear away and proceeded to put a band-aid over the bridge of his nose. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked away and mumbled something along the lines of 'you said it too late, meanie.' I chuckled and helped him up; I dusted him off and told him to be more careful this time.

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"What flavor do you want?"

"Ummm? Cookie dough!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Wait no. Yes, yes I am. No... I am."

"So what is it, yes or no?"

"Yes."

"Okay, can I have one small cookie dough and one medium Vanilla?"

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One week later...

This week has been very uneventful and it has me on edge. My mom hasn't done a thing which makes me think something is up, but I can't say what it is. After a while I just shook it off, I'm probably just being paranoid you know. I let my guard down, and that's when it happened.

It was a calm and peaceful Sunday afternoon. The sun was starting to set, parents were coming home from a long day of work; others leaving to begin their own shifts. I was cooking Tsuki's favorite, Soba noodles with octopus dumplings on the side, when I heard the front door open and close. I know it wasn't Tsuki, he was at his friends house having a play date. So I knew it was my mom, but I didn't think much of it; I was so wrong. I should have payed more attention to the slight slurs that came out of her mouth when she tried to talk, how she swayed slightly when she walked. When I least expected it she had grabbed the knife that I had laid down moments before and began cutting me.

I didn't expect it, the first slice re-opening the wound in my back making me arc my back and a scream tore from my throat. I dropped the spoon I was stirring with as she proceeded to slice my stomach and arms.

"You deserve this, you know." She spat. What is she talking about? Why do I deserve this? What have I done? Another scream tore from my throat when she repeatedly kicked my sides, hopefully she didn't brake any of my ribs. Another jab to my side, pain exploded everywhere. "Get up! Go get yourself clean and finish dinner. You're an eyesore looking like that."

I groaned in pain as she walked away hopefully into her room where she will remain for the rest of the night. I painfully rolled to my side and winced when I tried to sit up. I had difficulty standing up, my legs felt like jelly and wobbled when I stood. I grabbed the counter for support and slowly but surely headed for my room, all thoughts of dinner forgotten.

I cleaned my wounds and changed my clothes so as to cover them. The nicks and cuts on my arms weren't deep thank God, but still she could have killed me and what did she mean when she said 'You deserve this...' What have I done? I cook, I clean, I take care of Tsuki; I do everything so she doesn't have to. I try to make her life easier since dad died. What could I have done wrong? Grabbing my phone from the bathroom sink I checked the time, 9:10PM. I think it's better if I take Tsuki out to eat instead. I put my jacket on and waited outside my bedroom door for any noise. Once I heard my mom snoring I knew the coast was clear and I treaded down the stairs silently.

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After last night's incident nothing has happened, Tsuki didn't suspect anything so that's like a plus for me. I dropped him off this morning at his school and walked towards mine as calmly as possible. I looked more conservative today so I didn't want any teachers suspecting something out of the usual.

Last night I really didn't eat anything, actually I haven't eaten for two days; I'm pretty sure the last thing I ate was a protein bar. I couldn't really bring myself to eat anything.

My homeroom teacher Kakashi-sensei gave me a suspicious glance that made my heart speed up. I could hear my heart beat pounding in my ear and everything was moving in slow motion as I walked to my seat once I entered the classroom. But then I realized he was looking at me because I came in late, about a minute after the bell rung. I have got to get a grip on my nerves. Wait, Sensei is here before the bell? Okay the world must be ending.

"Settle down, settle down." Sensei got up and put that horrid orange book away. Rumor has it that he reads porn, all the time. What kind of principal lets him teach? Well I guess I can't say much because our principal, Tsunade, is rumored to be a drunk gambler. I personally don't know, but that's the word around school.

"The only reason that I'm here early is because Tsunade told me that if I didn't appear to class on time for a couple of days then she would reduce my paycheck. So carry on as if I wasn't here for the next eight minutes until I would 'usually' arrive."

Well what a great teacher. I think all of us ended up sweatdropping, you know how they do in anime's and stuff? That little teardrop thing that appears next to your head? Well that. Then everyone began chatting away as if he really hadn't come to class early. Bits and pieces of different conversations drifted to me.

"I bought this cute little purse..."

"Today's not really a good day..."

"Red..."

"-Insert laughing here- No, no not at all..."

I think my favorite pass time would have to be watching the Cherry Blossom's outside. Which is what I'm doing right... now. It feels nice to just let my thoughts free, to let them wander.

"My parents want me to get a job, can you believe that?"

A job. A job.

I should get a job! A nice paying job, maybe in a little cafe or a restaurant. The mall or maybe costumer service?

So then I can get my brother and I out of our mother's house. I'll save up these couple of months so I can rent a decent apartment and be able to keep it. The days I'm working I'll enroll Tsuki in a daycare center while I'm working after school, there's no way in hell I'm leaving him alone with our mother, I'll pick him up after my shift. It's perfect! Except, what kind of job can give decent hours to a high school student? Maybe if I lie a little I can obtain a decent job. I'll have to look around today while I'm walking with Tsuki.

Right now it's October so I'll be eighteen in five months so that gives me plenty of time to save up.

I hope.

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I've seen three cafe's and two restaurants in the past hour but unfortunately the hours that they had open were late in the night. I needed a job from 1:30PM to at least 9:30PM so I can at least do eight hours. This is harder then I thought. I found a great daycare that offers to take care of Tsuki for a reasonable price but I can't make that decision if I don't know what job I'll have.

I lifted my head from my newspaper in time to see the light at the cross section turn red. I waited at the corner hand in hand with Tsuki while the cars sped by.

It was probably destiny that the light just happen to turn red at that precise moment. Right across the street there was a 'Help Wanted' sign on the window of a restaurant. Maybe this is it, maybe this is the one. Just maybe.

Blue Moon Martini, in big, blue neon lights high above the entrance. The windows were darkened but you could tell that it was made of money. Okay so it was more like a high class bar/restaurant kind of place but hey this is downtown, I can always take a taxi.

It's a good thing I went home after picking up Tsuki and changed because asking for a job here in my school uniform might have been more then a little awkward. This place was pretty classy, the lights were dimmed a little bit, there was a buzz of conversation going on everywhere at a suitable noise level. Glasses of, what I think was Champagne and Red wine, clanked everywhere, there were people eating fancy dishes, not the kind of stuff you would usually buy in McDonald's, that cost probably a little over one hundred dollars if you catch my drift, classical music played in the background, the customers wore either a tux or a dress.

I asked one of the waitresses with red hair and equally red eyes where the managers office was, she gave me a once over looking at me then at Tsuki and pointed the way with a smile telling me it was the third door on the left. I thanked her and ushered Tsuki with me.

The managers office was easy to find, if the big letters saying 'Manager's Office' didn't give it away I don't know what would have.

I told Tsuki to be quiet once we entered, to not comment when I said something and to sit quietly like a good six year old boy. I knocked on the door once, twice, thrice-

"Enter."

I took a deep breath, gathered all my courage and entered.

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