Chapter four! Just want to let you guys know that updates might slow down from this point on. I've finally caught up to what I've written so far. I've gotten the start of chapter five in my head, though, so with a little luck, it'll be updated before the end of this week....
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Rin managed to get the four ninja into her car, with some persuasion, and soon they were heading for her apartment on the other side of town. The kids were looking at the scenery flashing by, eyes wide, taking in the strange sights, exept for Naruto, who had his head hanging out the window. About halfway through their ride, Naruto became fascinated with the power windows, rolling them up and down repeatedly despite Sakura's protests.
His fun ended, however, when he got his head stuck in the window. As he learned, rolling windows up and down about four hundred times does nothing for the battery life. Fortunately, they managed to get him out without too much trouble, arriving at Rin's apartment a few minutes later. She left the four shinobi there, with instructions not to answer the door or burn the place down- which wasn't nearly enough restriction, although she didn't know that. With a promise to return as soon as she could, she hurried back to work.
As Kakashi found some paper and began scribbling down hand signs with the help of his Sharingan, trying to piece together the transportation jutsu the missing-nin had used, his students explored the house. Sakura, poking around, soon discovered the television and was dead to the world. Naruto, who had, of course, gone straight to the kitchen, found the instant ramen and attempted to cook. Sasuke was trying to turn on Rin's computer, without much luck... a relatively normal scene. This wasn't, however, what Rin saw when she returned.
What she found was her living room littered with pens, crumpled papers, and scribbled notes, written on everything from the scrap paper on the coffee table to the backs of her library books, the things that had been on the coffee table scattered around the floor, and the person responsible for it all, Kakashi, fast asleep on the sofa. Sakura was still watching t.v., a glazed look in her eyes. Not too worried by this, Rin progressed to the kitchen, which was the problem. All the cooking utensils had been removed from the cabinents and scattered around the counter, table, and floor. A burst bag of flour gave everything a fine white coating. More than one pot of badly burned ramen still sat on the stove, smoking, not to mention an entire bottle of Coke lying on its side, pouring its contents out onto her freshly mopped kitchen floor.
Following the floury footprints, she found Sasuke still trying to turn on the computer, now being assisted by Naruto, who honestly, wasn't helping at all. Eyes wide, she returned to the living room to the sound of breaking glass. Sakura, who had been yelling at the characters of a movie, had finally lost her patience and killed the television, which refused to go down without a fight, taking a glass end table, the lamp, and the DVD player with it. Between the wreckage of her television- and everything near it, the mess that had been made of her coffee table, the area around it, and her kitchen, it looked like her apartment had been ransacked by lunatics.
Rin plopped down on the opposite end of the sofa from Kakashi and stared, speechless, at the ruins of her once-neat apartment. Naruto chose that inopportune moment to wander in. Seeing the look on her face, he asked what was wrong. She mumbled something incoherent in reply and continued staring at the wreckage. Naruto shrugged and trotted off to the kitchen to try and cook again.