Natsumi: Finally, it's my time to shine! Hikari's been getting all the spotlight the past two chapters!

Hikari: Someone's jealous.

Junko: I totally need more time too.

Sasuke: Ugh, you're all annoying…no one wants to hear you all rant.

The three Takara's (Triple T's): Stupid Uchiha…you think you're so cool.

Sasuke: -smirks- Only cause I am. Enough said.


Here's Chapter 4! The plot comes into light, kind of.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, no matter how much I wish I did… (Le sob!)


12:45 p.m., December 14

Dressed in a pink long sleeved zipper sweater, a gray skirt with black leggings and knee high brown snow boot with pink laces is one Takara Natsumi, waiting very impatiently by the house door, looking ill tempered. As per usual that light brown hair is in its simple ponytail with a matching pink hair tie. "OMG, what the heck are those three doing up there?! We're going to miss the lunch hour if they don't get down here in 10." she fumes, tapping her foot irately.

As soon as she said that, footsteps thudded down the carpeted stairs. "Dang it's about time!" barked the youngest Takara directed at Hikari more so than the two boys.

"Shut up Natsumi, I couldn't get my hair right!"

The eldest Takara wore her emerald green snow fleece with its matching pompom hat on her head, white shorts and thick soot black stockings that went up to her thigh, (stopping just short of the hem) and to complete her outfit, black boots.

"I had to comb out the tangles and curls so I could wear it out straight." she further explains, her hands going on her hips, frowning. "Do you have any idea how difficult that is for someone like me who has constant bed head syndrome? Huh, Natsumi-baka?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear big sister! Is it my fault you don't pull your in a ponytail at night?" she shot back, without missing a beat.

"…Man, I'm soooo glad I'm not a girl; too much trouble and work if ya ask me." Junko muttered to Sasuke, silently thanking his lucky stars that -while he did have a girl's name- he had a male body. Junko was wearing a cozy, simple black turtle neck sweater, blue pants and navy blue boots.

"Agreed." replied the Uchiha watching the two sisters bickering. Sasuke was clothed in a thick, dark blue jacket with his clan's insignia designed fairly large on the back, white pants and dark blue zori (those ninja shoes).

"Aurgh! I'm sick of arguing with you. Let's just go to the restaurant already."

"Fine by me." replied a disgruntled Hikari.

"I thought you'd never stop."

"Shut up, Junko." muttered Natsumi.

"Come on, let's go." said Sasuke, not wanting those two to start up next. Sometimes he wondered why'd he'd come back to live with the dysfunctional Takara's, even though he had his own place. The three siblings argued worse than Naruto and Sakura…and that's saying something.

"Yeah, Sasuke's right…but I can't believe I'm going to walk there…"

"It's not like its cold, Junko."

'Then why does she have gloves, leggings, boots, a hat, a scarf, and thick jacket on?' thought Natsumi dryly.

"Whatever; Mom we're leaving!" announced Hikari.

"Have fun kids." she replied from the kitchen, her typical hang out spot when Akio's still sleeping in bed like an overgrown teenager.

Junko grabs and twists the doorknob and pushes the door open, the cold wind hitting him squarely in the face. "Brrr…it's freezing…maybe I should stay-"

"GO!" snaps Natsumi, planting a foot in the small of his back, knocking him flat on his face in the snowy ground.

"Dang Natsumi…that was jacked." said Hikari blankly.

"…Oh…that's gonna leave a mark…" moans Junko, voice muffled due to having a mouthful of snow.

"Heh." Sasuke steps over prone Junko with a chuckle. Well it's never a dull moment with them I'll admit that much…


"It's so warm in here!" exclaims a happy Junko as they enter in the small westernized restaurant paradoxically called Kitahoshi.

"Will you stop getting like that in public?!" whispered Natsumi, eying her brother with distaste at his juvenile conduct.

"Whoops, sorry about that."

"Table for four?" inquires a cheerful blonde waitress with bright green eyes and a dazzling smile as she greets them.

"Yes please." nods Hikari.

The pleasant waitress leads them to an empty table where they all take a seat at a square table; Junko and Sasuke sit on one side while the girls sit directly across on the other side. "My names Aya and I'll be serving you. Are you ready to order now?"

"Yes I am." answers Natsumi automatically. "Can I have pancakes with some Sasuke-er I mean sausage on the side along with two sides of bacon?"

"Okay…" mutters Aya, taking note on a small pad.

"Pancakes are fine." said Sasuke, glancing subtly at Natsumi. …Did she just say my name…?

"Ummm…I'll have waffles and bacon and uh, two biscuits." said Hikari.

"And I'll have a stack of pancakes, grits, eggs, and bacon." finished Junko.

"Great. I'll be back in about 10 minutes."

"Okay." smiles Hikari as the waitress walks off. Soon Hikari…you can indulge yourself in western goodness…hehehe...

"Jeez, fatty." mumbles Natsumi to her brother.

"Look who's talking."

"Yeah; you are!"

Sasuke groans at another upcoming argument when a sound catches his sharp ears; a pretty, chiming of bells. Dark eyes narrow and he frowns. What was that?

Natsumi had stopped in the middle of her quarrel with Junko, also hearing the eerie chiming. What's with the bells…?

"My back is throbbing because SOMEONE kicked me there!" grumbles Junko, rubbing his sore area, also unaware of his sister's sudden discomfort.

"I can't wait to eat!" said Hikari happily, totally oblivious.

No sooner than the words came out the eldest mouth, Aya came back with two large platters theirs orders atop it. "Your food was done much sooner than I thought; lucky you four! Enjoy!" she says in that perky voice of hers as she sits down their respective plate of breakfast food along with tall glasses of water.

"Boy thanks a bunch!" said Hikari joyously, wolfing down her food ravenously.

"Someone's making a pig outta themselves…" mutters Natsumi, eating tactfully, especially being in the presence of a certain someone.

"You know Hikari…I swear she's no different than Naruto…" agrees her brother.

Sasuke ate his meal in silence, still brooding on the odd bell chimes, looking around the eatery objectively. Hikari grabs her water and gulfs it down after finishing here food in a short five minutes. "Mmmm…tasty…" A hiccup escapes her lips. She turns to Natsumi with an odd look in her burgundy orbs. "Hey, gimmie yours Natsumi." she giggles as she takes it without waiting for an answer.

"Yo that's my water!" whines Natsumi with a pout. Hikari ignores the protest and drains too. A fit of giggles overcome her; the others stare strangely at the odd acting Hikari.

"Hikari…?" asks Junko slowly.

"Heh…heh…Th-that's yum…" The brunette head crashes on the table after the utterance.

"What the-? Get up Hikari, where's your dignity?!" hisses Junko, embarrassed by the looks of astonishment from other diners.

"Gyah! Hikari!" gasps Natsumi, lifting her sister's head off the table. "What the…aniki…her face is all red…"

"She's not sick anymore though; she healed herself and me yesterday." said Junko puzzled.

Natsumi picks up Hikari's cup and sniffs it hesitantly before wrinkling her nose. "Yack, smells like alcohol…How did she not catch that? And she's a Jōnin?!"

"How pathetic." mumbles Sasuke, rolling his eyes. She's worse than Kakashi.

Junko sucks his teeth, irritated. "Let's take her home then." The middle Takara picks up his aneki and slings one limp arm over his shoulder, standing up. Sasuke looks over the restaurant, still wanting to figure out where that familiar bell chime came from.

"Junko, Natsumi," He turns to them. "You two take her, I-"

"No. You take her home; I have to talk with that lady, Aya about this."

"Wai-" But Natsumi runs off, despite Sasuke's objection. The Uchiha glares at the retreating girl's swishing ponytail.

"Tch."

"Come on Uchiha help me out here, she's not exactly light you know." snapped Junko waspishly. Sasuke sighs and hoists Hikari's other arm over his own shoulder. The boys walk towards the exit supporting a half unconscious Hikari who mutters nonsense under her breath.

"Well back into the cold…" grunts Junko with a grimace. "Ughk…I hate the cold season…"


~Natsumi's POV~

I walk throughout restaurant searching for that Aya waitress, annoyance marring my face. How in the hell did she manage to give my stupid big sister and myself a glass of alcohol instead of water?! Dumb blonde (No offense to you blondes out there!). She was nice and all, but seriously that's dangerous. What if that had been some little kid? Or worse; ME?! Sorry Aya, but you're getting in a piece of Natsumi for your slip up. While thinking of ways to rant and rave to Aya, I bump into a solid object and land on my ass, again.

Why is it always me?

I notice lying beside me on the floor was a stick of half eaten dangos. Crap…they must belong to whoever I knocked into…

"Sorry…my bad…" I apologize sheepishly, picking up the colored sweets and standing up to return them, locking gazes with the person. "Here you go…huh…?" I stopped abruptly in the middle of my sentence. It was not one, but two persons, both dressed in a wide collared black cloaks with crimson clouds decorated on the lower half of it. They both wore straw hats with white strips of paper hanging inside the hem of the hat, mostly obscuring their faces, except…right off the back…

Eyes were staring impassively at me without even blinking…and they were no ordinary eyes, these that were eyes redder than blood itself and the Takara clan's ordinary eye color with three comas circling the pupil.

The Sharingan…? C-could this be…?!

I froze on the spot, mouth hanging open stupidly, unable to speak or do anything but stare. Time seemed to stop its flow and leave me in this moment, rendering me inert. But it shattered in an instant; without a word the shorter off the two gently took the dumplings from my hand and turned around, his partner I assume following him, the two heading for the exit. The beautiful ringing of that same bell sounded again; I caught sight of a very small silver bell dangling from their straw hats as they vanished outside. So that's where the sound came from…Sasuke had noticed it too…

The overwhelming panic settled down to some extent and I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding in. "No mistake…" I whispered to myself in a hushed tone. It was defiantly him…but…why? Why were he and that other person here? I had to find out. Time for some spying. Cue Agent Double 09 music.


"Huh…you're parents left I see Junko…" murmured Sasuke, observing that the house was unusually quiet upon entry without Akio's "gallant" declaration of announcing them back in or Aime's soft greeting.

"They always go off somewhere…hey, let's lay Hikari on the couch; I don't think I'll be able to carry her upstairs…"

"I think you're over exaggerating her weight…Junko."

Junko laughed good-naturedly. "Yeah I know. I'm just too damn lazy…unless you want to carry her up."

"…She'll be fine on the couch on second thought."

"That's what I thought, see; we're more alike than you thought."

"Shut up Junko." They place Hikari down on her backside, but she wrapped her arms around Sasuke's waist, much to the Uchiha displeasure and irritation. "Hikari, let go." he demanded coldly as he tried to pry her arms from him.

"Noooo…" she whined, clearly under the control of the alcohol. After a few unsuccessful tries, he looked to Junko who looked like he was about to burst into laughter at the spectacle.

"It's not funny, Junko, get you sister off me."

"Damn, she's got you good, Uchiha-uh oh…"

"What is it-!!!" Sasuke let out a chocked gasped, his pale face coloring red when he felt her hands go to an area where, let's say they shouldn't be.

"Holy crap…!" Junko's magenta orbs widened to the size of dinner plates.

"Stop grabbing me there Hikari!"

"Whhhyyyy Sasuke?" she murmured, roughly squeezing that certain place.

"AAACCCKKKK!!!!!"

"Owuch." Junko winced sympathetically. "That's gotta hurt."


A panicked Aya ran hurriedly to the table were she'd positioned the four young teens, holding two glass of water, the clear liquid within sloshing dangerously close to the rim. I can't believe I gave those two girl's alcohol by accident!

"I'm so sorry I-huh?"

The blonde waitress stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of the now vacant table with three of the plates partially eaten and one completely cleaned. The bill for the meals was left underneath the empty plate. "They're…gone?" she muttered, sitting down the two cups in her hand on the table. "Oh dear…looks like one of them drunk the alcohol…"


~Natsumi's POV~

Keeping a close eye on the two-well one-strangers, I followed them as they paced down an uninhabited area of Konoha, nearby a small grove of snow covered trees. Many questions run through my mind.

Like-One; how the heck did they get in here? Two; why didn't the guards stop them? And three…where are they going anyway?! I've been stalking them for the past 8 minutes and it was getting old fast. All of a sudden they stopped walking. Hastily, I ducked behind one of those trees, cursing myself for getting preoccupied with my musings.

"So, are you coming out girl?" says a deep, amused male voice.

Oh crap.

I went instantly rigid, alarm rising in my chest. How could they have noticed me? I kept my chakra down…damn. It's pointless to stay hidden now. I suppose they intentionally lead me here; they knew all along probably. Reluctantly, I come from my hiding spot with a nervous smile, just a few feet separating us.

"Yep you got me."

"Just a puny kid, huh." He turns to the side to look at me. I chose to ignore his snarky jab and turn my attention the other.

"Uchiha Itachi…it's you isn't?" I glare up at him even though I was almost petrified with dread.

"Takara Natsumi…" He also turns around glancing at me with his cold Sharingan as he removes his straw hat and tosses it carelessly away. "I thought it was you back there."

"Just as I thought it was you back there too." I mutter softly. He hasn't changed at all since that incident...

"Itachi; who's this girl?"

The elder Uchiha momentarily looks at his "partner". "An old friend of mine."

"Ah, is that so?"

"Identify yourself." I demand of the other, staring towards him.

"Heh, my name's Hoshigaki Kisame." Huh, whatta name he has.

Taking off his hat as well, this Kisame guy grins at me with razor sharp teeth I've only seen sharks with. Come to think of it…he sort of looked sharkish (but in a cool kind of way)…has bluish gray skin…gill like markings…and-wait I'm getting of topic here! Natsumi focus you're in no situation to be thinking about looks right now!

"Itachi…why are you here?" Not surprisingly, he says nothing and continues to stare at me with that expressionless gaze, but it still irks me to heck. "Tell me why damnit." I growl reinforcing my question.

"You ask too much questions." said Kisame out of nowhere, reaching behind his back and swing forward a bandaged blade, pointing it dangerously close to my face.

I cringe noticeably at the move, but shake it off, putting on a brave face, ha, more like front; I'm scared out of my mind right now and have a half a mind to just turn tail and run! "…That's one of the Seven Swords of the Kiri right; I've studied this before…this is…"

"Samehada, yes." He laughs shortly, retracting his sword to my immense relief. "Aren't you the studious type?" Hardly…or I would have been than left by now if I'd know what all I was up against; not only Itachi, but this guy too?! And I already barely, if ever, had a chance with the Uchiha alone!

"Crap…I'm in trouble."


A/N: Hehehe. The infamous Itachi and Kisame have finally run into young Natsu. Next 3 chaps are a flashback of the Takara children's relationship to both Itachi and Sasuke in the past and lead up to the Uchiha Massacre. It will clear up many things I hope. Ja ne!