A/N: Slowly but surely working on editing these chapters so everything will make sense, lol. Well, here's the edited version.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

While I sat on the couch next to Sasuke, I gazed at his lost expression, as if he somehow looked like a puppy that just found out its master was dead. It was a very disheartening expression and I couldn't help but want to hug him, to comfort him and tell him everything would be okay, even though we all knew it never would be. However, simply because we didn't exactly know each other enough for me to do such an act of friendliness, I decided to keep my hands to myself and allow my thoughts to wander.

But then a particular thought concerning my parents struck me. And it hit me about as hard as a brick to the face. Needless to say, it wasn't a very pleasant feeling. Eyes widening in realization, I shot up off the sofa, face about as pale as a sheet, hand to my mouth in utter horror. Jamie quickly became alarmed and came over to see what was wrong with me, Sasuke just staring in confusion.

"Katie? What's the matter? You look as if you just found out that Resident Evil was real or something," Jamie commented in a joking manner, trying to wave off his actual worry for his sister, whom he should worry about a lot more often, but Jamie's never exactly been the most affectionate of people towards me, unless I was in real trouble.

"Jamie," I started in a squeak. "We completely forgot about Mom and Dad!" His mouth formed an 'o' in response and his expression quickly became the exact double of mine. We both knew we were in deep shit and there didn't seem to be any way out of it at this point. As for Sasuke? He had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on and was completely and utterly clueless in this situation. In his world, when a ninja reached twelve, he automatically became an adult, able to make his or her own decisions, govern their own life. For us, we had to be eighteen and even then, some parents still treated their adult son or daughter like a child simply because they were still living with them.

"What are we gonna do?" I cried in despair, moaning as my face smacked into my palms as if to hide itself from the rest of the world. "Mom hates house guests! After dealing with it five times, I'm quite certain she doesn't want another one. Especially a twelve year old!" And there really was no way to describe to their parents exactly why Sasuke had to stay. He had no home, no way back to his original world, and would most likely end up getting raped by some sick person—oh that wouldn't happen, I suddenly thought. Sasuke was far too strong to be attacked by some civilian. The only thing he really did have to worry about was guns. Those were a real danger to Sasuke. Them and anyone who found out he wasn't from this world. They'd end up using him as some sort of science experiment.

Sasuke seemed to have gone rigid and became stony faced, arms crossed, shoulders tensed as if he were really irritated. "Katie, I'm thirteen, thanks. And if I have to live somewhere else, that's fine. I'm old enough. I can take care of myself. I've been doing that for my entire life anyway, so what's the difference here?"

I turned to him with an unreadable expression while his eyes seemed to search mine for an explanation I really didn't want to give. "Sasuke, this isn't Konoha anymore. This isn't even your world. You can't live on your own out here, even as a thirteen year old. You'd end up getting adopted. The legal age to live on your own is eighteen, unless you'd like to have a new family. You can't even work until you're sixteen anyway, though with your looks, you might be able to pass yourself as just a very boyish sixteen year old." With a sigh, I crossed my arms in thought, trying to think of a way to make this work. If he had an apartment that he could pay for and just used my address for everything, as long as he had a place to live, he could make it by here. After all, I was certain Sasuke didn't want to live with another family, especially since he probably wanted to find a way back to his own world and it would be difficult to explain to the adoptive parents that he wasn't exactly from around here.

Speaking of Sasuke, he was pretty shocked by the new information that was suddenly given to him. He didn't expect that result at all. But it was another world, so of course the rules would be different. Well, at least in this country it is. Sighing again, I pinched the bridge of my nose, eyes narrowed in thought as for what to do in our current situation. With a grim smile, I suggested half heartedly, "We could always tell them you're an anime character." But even as soon as I said it out loud, I couldn't help but snicker at the whole idea. "Oh that'd go real well. Mom would probably send me to the mental institution for being insane."

"I'm surprised she hasn't already," Jamie muttered under his breath. I scowled at him while he only looked on as if he were the most perfect definition of innocence. Which, of course, was a complete and total lie. "Anyway," he said louder, "we better think of something before they end up dumping him on the streets with the other hobos. Only they're not thirteen…"

"Yeah, and they'll be home soon," I slumped hopelessly. "Jamie, what time are they supposed to be home at?" I asked suddenly.

Eyebrows knitted together as if trying to remember some long since distant memory, he replied, "About 10:30. That's what they told me anyway, but they might've left early."

"Oh that's perfect. Just what we need is for them to come home earlier than expected," I groaned and threw my arms up into the air, staring at the ceiling as if asking for some sort of divine intervention to help with our situation. Lord only knew that the divine already seemed to want to dump Sasuke on us so why not give us some instructions on what to do? "What time is it now?"

Jamie quickly left the room and darted into the kitchen, hand on the corner of the wall so he could lean in and check the time on the microwave. Flashing in bright, neon green numbering, it read 9:30 pm. "9:30!" he called over his shoulder and strode back over to Sasuke and I.

"Oh good. An hour left to think then. That's only if they don't decide to suddenly come home early."

"Don't you mean an hour left until our funeral?" Jamie asked in a pessimistic tone.

"Jamie, that's really not helping." And it was because of his comment that I was beginning to panic. I could feel its increasing pressure within my chest, growing and growing, nearly suffocating me as if some heavy beast were sitting on top of me, crushing my lungs. Fantastic. I'm hyperventilating.

"Well it's the truth, isn't it? Mom hates having people staying over for a long period of time. That was established with our last house guest," he pointed out.

"I know, I know! But what else can we do? We can't just send him out into the streets! That's no way for a person to live, no matter what the age…" For what seemed like the millionth time that day, I sighed heavily when my ears suddenly perked at a strange noise coming from near the backyard. It sounded like a muffled scratching noise, only it was against glass.

Turning around, I saw the vague shape of Leo, his paw making the offending scratching noise. Leaving the company of the two boys, I went over to the door and slid it open to allow the unusually large cat inside. Leo prowled into the house and then made a giant leap into my arms to tackle me to the ground, his rough, sand papery tongue scraping the bare flesh of my cheek. You wouldn't think it'd hurt to so much, but it actually does, if done in the same spot over and over.

Laughing quietly, I gently pushed him off of me and he sat down, leaning his head in so I could rub the spot between the ears. He loved it. A deep rumble like a loud motor being run sounded from the cat as he purred, nudging my hand with that massive, golden head of his. Even though it was for just a little bit, I was glad that Leo was able to distract me from the situation at hand, weighing me down oppressively.

The cat then scoured the room with his bright, glowing amber eyes, scenting an unusual smell in the house, one that shouldn't have been there. He bounded away at the first sight of Sasuke and prowled closer to him, lip curled back into a snarl with his tail fluffed out, the hair on his back bristling as a territorial feeling overcame him. I watched as his claws flexed threateningly, as if itching to use them on the unwanted person in the house.

In a few quick strides, I made my way over and scooped up the large kitty into my arms, chiding him for being so unwelcome. "Relax, Leo. He's a friend." The big, penetrating eyes, seemingly almost too intelligent for a cat, searched my own and found nothing but the truth. He seemed to calm down, as I could feel his muscles relax from their tense position, and I gently set him back on the ground. The golden furred cat rubbed his head affectionately against my leg as I stood back up to address the situation at hand.

"Ok, so we ruled out saying anything about you being an anime character. Now what? What can we do? What would sound believable? Believable enough to where my parents would allow you to stay?" I asked myself rhetorically.

Despite my cooing and reassurance that Sasuke was a friend, Leo still hissed at the raven haired boy, who backed up, staring at the cat as if he suddenly thought that Leo couldn't be anything less than human. Eyebrow raised, he questioned his actions aloud. "The hell is up with your cat?"

I was confused. I honestly didn't know why he was acting that way. Scooping him back up into my arms again, I said curiously, "I dunno. Maybe he's jealous of you, Sasuke." I grinned, but I was joking about that last part. That'd be stupid anyway. Why would he get jealous? Stroking his giant head, the cat tried to squirm a little so he could keep his eyes fixated on the raven haired boy. They seemed so untrusting and far too emotional for a real cat. But that was how Leo had always been. He's always been so human like and felt as if he were our own personal protector. With others, he was always so nice, but it was as if he sensed that Sasuke could be in some way dangerous to our well being. How was a mystery to Jamie and I, but that's what it seemed like.

A sudden idea popped into my head. "Hm. Maybe you could get a job, granted you'd be working under the table," I suggested.

"I could always stay in my own apartment, you know."

"No, Sasuke. Do you have any idea how many fangirls you have in this world?" He seemed to pale considerably at the thought. Yeah, there were a lot. Six billion people on the planet and maybe a quarter of them knew of Sasuke, half of that quarter being fangirls. That was a lot of fangirls. Of course, it was an exaggeration, but he'd soon end up making more of them as girls came to know of him. Damn you, Sasuke. You and your damn cuteness.

"Just what I need; more female stalkers," he grumbled irritatedly, probably cursing himself for his good looks as well.

"Yeah. You'd be surprised how many you have. Rock Lee even has some too," I said with a slight grin. Well, who couldn't fawn over Lee? Okay, he wasn't the greatest looking guy in the world, but he just had such an infectious personality! The green beast of Konoha…one of the greatest guys of the world of Naruto but probably one of the most under appreciated.

Sasuke stared at me in utter confusion. "Who?"

Shaking my head, I replied, "It doesn't matter. When you get back to your world, you'll know. Whenever that is…But the real question is how do we get you back to your world?"

"That's a question that's been bugging me since I got here," Sasuke commented. I sighed.

"Well, we have to think of something." An odd thought came into my head; a laughable one, but it was worth mentioning just because it sounded so utterly farfetched it was hilarious. Grinning, I joked, "Maybe we can ask some mad scientist to somehow create a machine that takes people to anime worlds. Of course," I added, "we'd probably end up in a mental institution for even suggesting something like that."

"Hey, Katie?" Jamie asked suddenly.

I flinched at the sound of his voice, actually forgetting he was even there. Closing my eyes and shaking my head swiftly, but briefly, I tried to slow the rapid beating of my heart, breathing in and out evenly and softly. "Yes Jamie?"

"How did Sasuke get here in the first place?" He brought up a good point. How did he get here?

"I don't know," I said, feeling a bit stumped. "One minute I was watching TV with you, then I saw a green light reflecting off the screen. When I turned around, the flash disappeared and poof! Sasuke appeared in the yard. That's about all I know."

Crossing his arms, Sasuke grabbed his chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking like a child detective as he did so. It was kind of cute actually. In an adorable way that is. "I'm not exactly sure how I got here either," he began to explain. "All I remember is fighting two ninja alongside Naruto and Sakura. One used a jutsu I've never even heard of while the other used another jutsu. I think they somehow combined when it hit me and the side effect was sending me here to your world. That's my theory anyway. Other than that, I have no idea."

I nodded in understanding. "And you have no idea what jutsus they combined?"

"No. I just know what I told you that neither of the jutsus they used were ones I've seen or even heard of before. And I know quite a lot, coming from the Uchiha clan. We have scrolls upon scrolls of jutsus and, while I haven't been able to look over them all, I didn't come across any like the ones used on me."

"I see…Well, back to square one," a loud breath of air escaped my lips as I slouched my shoulders in defeat. That was when Jamie brought up a very good question.

"Wait a minute, are you even able to use ninjutsu and genjutsu here?" I wondered that too. Since he's in another world, would the laws of it also apply to him now that he was technically living in it? By this meaning no fancy tricks with ninjutsu and genjutsu. Just the normal taijutsu. That would be acceptable here being as it's just a bunch of fighting moves that don't involve breathing fire or putting a hole in your gut through a technique like Rasengan or Chidori.

"I don't know," he said, coal black eyes glittering with curiosity. "But I can try it."

"Just as long as you don't use some sort of fireball technique," I said hurriedly. "We don't need you to burn the house down." He gave me a look of annoyance as if he wanted to ask if I thought he was stupid enough to do such a thing. Closing his eyes, he formed the correct seals of the jutsu he planned to use. On the final seal, he said quietly, "Bunshin no Jutsu!"

Jamie and I looked around, waiting for a clone of Sasuke to suddenly appear from behind us, searching for any sign that it might've worked. Well, we searched in vain because apparently, it didn't. Not at all. How odd. Though, I guessed it worked in our favor anyhow, simply because it's better to leave all that magic and fancy footwork back in his own world where it wouldn't cause such a dramatic effect on our own. However, thinking on it now, were Sasuke able to use jutsus, he might've been able to come up with one to send himself home. Now what?

"Oh boy. This may be a bit of a problem," I deadpanned, scratching the side of my head.

"Damn right it is," Jamie put in. "Now how do we send him home?"

"Good question…"

Sasuke lowered his hands and stared at the ground, completely baffled by the fact that he can no longer use ninjutsu or genjutsu anymore. It was as if he'd suddenly become some sort of weak villager with no concept on the use of chakra, no training in the art of a shinobi. He felt at a loss. There was no way he'd be able to defeat his brother now, not like this. Hell, he wouldn't even be able train properly! Not unless he found some way to get around the laws of physics of this world. All he could do was practice his taijutsu as much as possible. Perhaps if he did this, he might actually become better at it, better than anyone else. Maybe this was a good thing. Sasuke did need more training with his taijutsu and it was best not to always depend on your chakra.

As Sasuke entered a deep stage of thought, I wondered what was going on in that raven haired head of his when I suddenly heard the garage door open, creaking as it did. Tensing, my head snapped to the left of me, facing the window that viewed the patio and driveway. Darting over to it, I saw a faint light being illuminated behind the curtains and pulled back the creamy colored drapes to see what was going on, even though I had a hunch. I felt myself pale and my blood ran cold in fear at the sight that was presented to me.

Two bright yellow headlights gleamed in the darkness and continued to move its way up the driveway and into the messy garage, where the white Toyota suddenly stopped. The ignition was turned off and I heard the car doors open. Closing the curtains swiftly, I began to panic and stare fearfully into Jamie's stark blue eyes.

"Shit, what are we gonna do?" I cried out with wide eyes.

"Better kiss your ass goodbye, Katie, I don't think you'll be needing it anymore."

"NOT HELPING!" I yelled at him.

"Well, what else am I supposed to say? 'Oh, it'll be fine, Katie! Our parents won't kill us for bringing another house guest when they specifically said we'd never have one again,' yeah. No. I'd be lying."

Moaning, I buried my head in my hands. Sasuke sighed. "Like I said, I could always go live somewhere else. It's not a big deal."

Calming down, I turned to my brother. "Jamie, what time is it?" He ran to the kitchen and came back out, saying, "It's 10:00 pm."

Why are they back so early? I wanted to scream, but it was far too late to come up with a plan for Sasuke because by the time I'd even try to think of anything, our parents would demand an explanation.

And it was at this moment where the door suddenly burst open. Everyone froze as they walked through the door and I couldn't help but muttering, "Ah, shit."