LOOK! I AM BACK! AHHH! IT IS AMAZING!

Okay guys. Guess where I wrote this? Go on, guess! Can't guess? If you said America, you are slightly right. Technically it is on an airplane flying over America. That's right. I have invaded!

Omg omg omg! It is SO different! Yellow school buses, fire hydrants, WALMARTS!… TWINKIES! Carl's Jr, all these random things… the heat though! How do you people survive? The poor NZ girl is frying to a crisp here! (Then again I'm used to at most around 20 degree heat… celsius… whats that in your funny farenheit thing?) XD Omg I've been buzzing out ever since I got here! XDXD

Oh, and Itachi and Kisame are here with me on the plane too. They refused to sit beside me, so I put them both in crates and stuck them in the cargo with all the suitcases…

Itachi: This is humiliating….

Kisame: *completley smooshed inside of the crate* Help… Fish needs AIR!

Me: *evil grinning while relaxing with a can of pepsi and assorted airline chips* too bad! next time you know to ride with me!

P.S. Theres a very nice air hostess called Anne who talks to me. People, if you travel on an airline in the future, talk to the airline staff. They are so amazingly nice once you actually start talking to them.

Anywhoo, time to go and die of heat in the land of America! Ahhh!

To the story! (EDIT) By the way, this whole commentary was written ages ago, like months... so I'm putting a warning in now, cause this chapter was written over so many months, I don't like it... lets hope you do! I love you all for returning!

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Evening came soon enough. Emma, Andy and myself and had all been left alone downstairs, while the other two were plotting and planning who knows what upstairs. We didn't dare to disturb them. Actually, a couple of times we tried to figure out if we could sneak out of the house or call someone without our ninja buddies knowing. Turns out no. The phone lines were dead, as was the internet (how did they even figure out about the magical box known as the computer?) All the working cellphones had disappeared too. Well, Andy and Emma's had. Since the incident with T-Rex, my old cellphone which Itachi had broken last time I had been stuck with him, I had not yet acquired a new phone. I felt rather bad too, because it was probably only due to me telling Itachi what a cellphone was when he had first met T-Rex, that he knew to take away the others phones.

We had actually attempted to leave the house as well, only to find a strong force across every window and doorway, repelling us back inside. I could only guess it was a chakra barrier placed up to make sure that none of us ran outside and screamed for help. So we were trapped so to speak. At least this was a pretty comfortable prison. We knew where everything was, and a few good hiding spots if push came to shove that we needed them that desperately.

Kisame reappeared after about an hour of cooling off in the fabulous pink room we bestowed upon him. How that didn't drive him even more nuts, I won't ever know. I've had to stay in that room before. The pink drove me insane within five minutes. His skin was its funny blue shade again, gills included. He was dragging Samehada behind him as he came down the stairs, which wasn't much of a confidence booster in proving that he had sufficiently calmed down enough not to try attack us. Reluctantly on his part most likely, the Fish was also now wearing the new clothes picked out especially for him.

I'm not going to go into depth and say Kisame is my cup of tea men wise. I don't do the whole kinky, blue fish man thing. However, I will admit that he actually looked pretty good in jeans that fit him, coupled with a dark printed shirt. Maybe it was just because it was different than him wandering around wearing a giant tent with clouds and sleeves. Or wandering around half naked around the lair. I had seen him once without his shirt on, back during the good old days when Tobi and myself decided to bring havoc upon the Akatsuki lair. Fun times. Though seeing half a naked fish man was one of the worst things I have ever seen. My eyes nearly burnt out my skull.

Though even looking semi okay in normal clothes, he gave off a really good, 'Mess with me and I will hurt you' vibe. Emma practically clawed her way to the edge of the couch away from him (the same couch which was still in a broken heap on the living room floor) when he walked into the room. She gave him a rather short thumbs up, with a 'Fish boy, uh you look, um, good?"

Kisame, ever charming, gave her a grumpy upturn of his top lip before crashing down on the closest seat and looking over at the second person in the room shaking in their shoes to see him. Andy of course. "I am bored."

"Um, well uh… what do you, normally like to do?"

"I like a good fight, some bloodshed. It's entertaining."

Andy was obviously unsure whether or not he was being serious. I decided to aid him by delightfully saying, "There's a 'no blood' rule in this house. Our grandmother came up with it, and she reinforces it with a terrible punishment. The Spoon of Wooden Death. Don't make me bring it out Fish, because I will."

He ignored me, instead taking a greater interest on the moving pictures on the television screen. I know he probably wasn't too overly intrigued by it, because if they had movie theaters in the Naruto World, then they had to have something like television somewhere along the lines. I think it was the moving block of cheesy looking sponge giggling away on screen that caused him to appear so confused, raising one brow in question. "What is this?"

"Spongebob. Your great aunties, nephews, twice removed cousins, brothers, uncles stepson-sponge in law," I answered him almost immediately. Pointing at the screen, I happily announced, "I think you get your cheerful attitude from Squidward, your smarts from Patrick and your whistling ability that inhabits your sleeping patterns from Spongey himself. The only thing is he's yellow, and you are blue. Plus he's fun. Actually, you're fun, but only when you're really really annoyed. Otherwise you're pretty boring. I question how much of the funness in Spongebobs genes were passed to you."

"And you make me question why I came downstairs into the vicinity of your voice," he retorted.

I batted my lashes at him in a girly, sweet fashion, raising my voice an octave higher, "Because you looooove having me around. I keep you entertained!"

Kisame answered that one with a sneer and turning his head back to the giggling, hyper animated relative of his on the screen, who was at that moment running around screaming, "Jellyfishing, jellyfishing, jellyfishing!" His answer, "This is ridiculous."

"Your face is ridiculous." When Kisame looked back at me to sneer, I added, "Though, the outfit I will give you, is quite suiting. Good job carrot." The last bit was called to my fellow evil-in-law cousin, who had gotten up from the couch and was currently hunting down treats in the kitchen by the sound of it. Possibly to keep as far away from danger as possible.

Emmas voice indeed did waft in from the kitchen, "There are knives in here. Sharp knives. I swear, one day Krissy I will use them!"

I saw the fishes lip turn up a little bit as if to say, 'Get in line.'

I grinned, leaning my head back to look at the kitchen, "You wouldn't dare. There's the no blood policy remember. You will face the wrath of our wrinkled monster."

"Yeah well, Grandma dearest is in another country."

"Huh, like that would stop her. Chuck Norris couldn't stop that woman." I then turned my head back to Kisame, "So where did Weasel face get to?"

Kisame looked back at me, "You don't need to know that."

"Just so you know, if he's tearing apart our rooms searching for clues and he goes through my underwear drawer, I will not be a happy camper. It shall be dangerous for him as well. For one, I will attack him violently for being the perv that he is. Another thing is I keep socks in there which I have not washed for ages, so they will probably have mutated by now and attempt to leap out and eat him."

"Krissy that is disgusting," Andy commented.

"No, it is called the miracle of creating life. I, Krissy, have discovered how to turn dirty socks into living organisms that shall become a mighty army at my command. Fear my power. Mwahaha!" Cue the throwing of the hands in the air in an evil genius fashion.

Andy just rolled his eyes, and said nothing more. Whether it was from complete disgust or he didn't want to encourage me, who could tell?

Emma reappeared in the living room, a bag of Cheetos in her hand and sitting down on the armrest beside me, obviously not wanting to sit towards where Kisame and his oversized sword were resting. It was me she should have watched out for. Instantly I was upon her, "Cheetos!" They were about the only American food I had developed an unhealthy addiction for.

"Nuh-uh. Mine!" Emma stated, moving them out the way.

"Aw come on, share!"

"No." She thwarted my attempts to grab at the orangey bag of goodness by lifting it above her head, pushing me down with her spare hand, "These are mine."

"I shared with you last time I had Cheetos."

"You gave me one. One. That doesn't count."

"Says who, the Cheeto Police?"

"I say no, and no means no Cheetos for you!" Emma was continuously trying to keep them out of my reach as I climbed on top of her to try get the bag. Yes, I get that desperate over Cheetos, in their orangey, plasticy cheesy glory.

The next thing that happened was it rained Cheetos. I mean that quite literally. Kisame, obviously sick of how our bickering had gotten increasingly louder, had thrown a kunai in frustration at the raised bag of Cheetos, splitting it open. As Cheetos cascaded down upon us, both me and Emma could only stare at each other, the split bag with a kunai stuck through it into the wall behind, the Cheetos surrounding us on the couch, and then finally at Kisame.

I remembered a Doritos advert from a while ago, when a couple of blokes had taken the bag of Doritos out of a guy named Tim's locker. They died a nacho chip related death for taking them. See, Emma is like Tim. She gets very protective over her Cheetos. That does not stop me trying to take them off her and eat them, but even I know my limits when it comes to Cheetos and Emma. Destroying the bag like Kisame just did is just asking for trouble. It did not matter how much he scared her. Mess with her bag of chips and you are going down.

"Why did you do that you jerk?" She yelled, picking up a handful of the cheesy snacks and flinging them across at him.

Instantly he was on his feet, and in the single blink of an eye he was leaning over her dangerously close, a menacing look in his eye, "I dare you to try that again."

Emma was now leaning back against me in an attempt to get away from him, shaking slightly. I didn't blame her, the Fish was a huge hunk of muscle that created this big wall of scary death potential. She looked frightened, but to give her great credit, she still had a stubborn and fierce look on her face as she raised a hand to point at him, "If you are living in this house Sardine boy, then I'm telling you now. No-one messes with my Cheetos."

Kisame kept his dark menacing look on his face, sneering a little bit. It was quite possible that he might indeed throttle Emma over a cheesy snack, and it certainly looked like he was going too until his head snapped around to the doorway. He drew back away from Emma and the couch where we two were sat, while I immediately picked up Cheetos and flung them into Emmas face myself, "There are better things to get beaten up over rather than Cheetos. Save that for dinner okay? Dumbwad."

"Shut up Krissy."

We both looked up to where Kisame was staring at the doorway. We had failed to notice the appearance of the Weasel; it was uncertain whether or not he had witnessed the Cheetos incident or not. Kisame had moved away from us pretty fast, likely in an attempt to flasify the appearance that he was not actually about to throttle us over a bag of chips.

I couldn't help but freeze for the moment when I laid eyes on Itachi, tongue stuck for words. Hormones, a glitch in my brain or whatever it was that controlled my crazy feelings, were suddenly at work all at once. Itachi was standing there in jeans and a simple shirt. His ninja pouch was still tied to his side with his weapons and his headband was still on his forehead. However, minus the cloak and ninja clothing, he looked so different. For one he actually kind of looked approachable. There was something about wearing normal clothes, and not having a tent shrouding him all the time, that made him look really good. I think I had a fangirl moment in my head, before I caught myself and forced myself to remember the actual situation at hand. Which was that we were still trapped and Akatsuki prisoners in our own home. Only if they killed us, they were going to look much more stylish doing it.

Kisame spoke first, "Did you find any of the chakra?"

Itachi gave a small jerk of his head, indicating a no, "I did not. Whatever chakra brought us here has already become too faint for me to trace and use. We shall have to wait until we sense large enough amounts that we can use to take us back."

"If we don't ever find any amount large enough-?"

"Then we are trapped." Kisames head dropped when Itachi said that. I think Andy and Emmas did too. Apparently a slumber party was not on the top of their 'What I want to do with you today' list. Actually I think it was really close to the bottom of it, in the 'Things I really do NOT want to do with you today' area.

Kisame immediately pointed at me, "You sure it wasn't that creature there that somehow dragged us to this place?"

Itachi gave a shake of his head, "I have already checked all three. There is no traces of the chakra on any of them. They are not the ones responsible for why we are here. I have managed to determine though that the chakra used originated from this dimension. Someone else is possibly capable of using great amounts of chakra in this world."

"You really thought we wanted you as permanent house guests Fish-ma-bob?" I asked Kisame. "So, who else could have brought you here? You guys don't pop over this side of the known universe just to have a house party with someone I don't know, do ya?"

"Hmph, no," Kisame answered flatly. He turned his head back to Itachi, "Why would someone drag us here though?" I refrained from telling him because it was of his 'charming personality'. His top lip had curled up into an unhappy look, "I don't like this."

Itachi said nothing, his red eyes glazing over a moment with thought. His face looked as bank as ever, but even I could see clearly that he was uncomfortable with this as well. "It may be a coincidence. Or it may not. I cannot tell."

"Well!" I announced loudly, standing up and interrupting the thought bubble of conspiracy theories, "As much fun as it is sitting here, amused by the fact you are now the ones with a possible crazy powerful ninja in our world after you… I am hungry. Andy, do we have frozen pizza?"

"Uh, probably."

"I threw my hands up victoriously, "Yeah, pizza bro! Boys get ready for the greatest American food known to Earth!"

Kisame blinked and stood up, "Oh no, I refuse to let you be the one to make our dinner." His hand almost instinctively went to his stomach as he remembered the great muffin incident. It was a fantastic moment at the Akatsuki, when Tobi and I had made what was to be some of the greatest muffins ever. I had accidentally mixed up the ingredients and used Zetsus stomach powder for helping bowel movements. Kisame, included with Hidan, Deidara and Kakuzu were all greedy asses and ate them, and they had suffered greatly after that as punishment. I shall mention the ever lovely sounds of 'trumpets' and that pretty much explained what happened with the muffins. Ninjas really needed to buy label makers though.

"I'm not making dinner. That is the wonder of 'Pizza of the Box.' You need not make it, only to bake it!" With a thumbs up, I chuckled, "I should be in commercials. Hey Fish, wanna be my sidekick in them? We could come up with the cutest of outfits for you to wear! And I could do your hair again. You could use the genjutsu, and prettify your funny fish face, it would be marvelous… getting off topic. If you're so concerned with the crazy idea that I would purposely poison you, then you can watch, alright?"

He pretty much had little choice in the matter, because I was already skipping into the kitchen to put on the pizza. Relucatantly he stood up and followed behind me, just to be 100% certain that I didn't sneak anything into the food.

Digging through the freezer, I managed to scrounge up three boxes of pizza. Luckily the kitchen contained a large oven, probably installed in order to handle the Thanksgiving turkey that Americans seem to love so much. I made sure to open the pizzas, place them on the baking tray and put them into the oven while in Kisames full eyeline, so he wouldn't suspect me of putting anything in them. Somehow I actually think he thought I would purposely poison him. Nah. Now, if Emma and Andy hadn't have hidden the box of laxatives, that would be a different story. They didn't trust me after an unfortunate incident at a family reunion early last year. We didn't end up seeing much of our dear old Uncle Earl that day in the end.

Once the pizzas were in and cooking, I faced the terrible time of trying to figure out what to do next. Spongebob had ended, to my utter terror and dismay. I switched on the radio instead, hoping some lively tunes would give me something to do while I waited upon the pizza.

Kisame had not left my side once throughout the kitchen. Obviously he figured this was the room I could do most damage in, so therefore was the room in which I should be supervised the most. He eyed the radio suspiciously as voices began to float from it once I switched it on. It was the station of some overly crazy radio guy who I could just picture wearing only his underwear and a clown wig everytime I heard his voice. That was why I liked this station best of all. The music wasn't bad either. Mostly it was lively and upbeat... and at this current time, a perfect opportunity to both entertain myself and annoy Kisame at the same time. As usual.

Kisame had absolutely no time to ecscape before I cranked the volume up, grabbed myself a shiny silver spoon and leapt towards him, pointing directly at him while singing into said kitchen utensil rather loudly, "Hey hey, you you, I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way! I think you need a new one! Hey hey, you you, I could be your girlfriend!"

His face was priceless. A mixture of horror, disgust, shock and fear rolled into one package was crossing his face as I danced about him, singing along to Avril Lavigne on the radio, air guitar rifts included in that.

"She's like, so whatever!" I pretty much yelled into his ear, in my fabulous sounding singing voice. Okay, everyone has learnt by now that my vocie is not the best. Not the worst; I can hold a tune if I want too. It will not win X Factor though. "You can do so much better! I think we should get together noooow!"

At this point in time, my big blue buddy decided to leave the kitchen and return to the much more quiet living room. Lacking my object of mockery, I grabbed a second silver microphone, aka another spoon, and jumped into the living room. The music thankfully could still be heard quite loudly from the other room. Rather than attacking the fish, I decided now would be a nice time to turn on my own flesh and blood. Draping myself over the broken edge of the sofa, and over Emmas left shoulder, I yelled into the spoon, "Hey hey, you you!" The spoon passed from my hand to hers quickly. Emma was my singing buddy, usually screaming out the songs at the top of her lungs just like me. However today she seemed rather reluctant to sing. Perhaps due to the presence of our two house guests. They were WELL too used to my singing, so I didn't really pay it second notice whether they cared or not.

Singing actually passed some time pretty fast, and soon enough I was retrieving the pizzas from the oven. Kisame had reluctantly got up again to shadow my movements. Itachi had at some point sat down on one of the free chairs, eyes closed and obviously entraced by something, becaue he didn't move or even twitch. Seeing how someone apparently had to watch me, Kisame was the chosen one out of the two.

I quickly cut the pizza up into slices, careful to make sure not to Emma too much (because she doesn't want to get a big 'muffin top') and being kind enough to serve Kisame a little more. After all, he is a big sharky boy. He needs his food or he might eat the walls or something. He was staring down at it with a mistrusting eye, obviously not getting the point of the pointy triangles of food. "Ah come on Fish, if you can eat day old rice balls you keep in your pocket with who knows what, then you can certainly eat pizza!"

I carried out Emmas and Andys for them, placing them down by them with forks. Who the hell eats pizza with forks, I don't know. My family apparently. Weirdos. I returned to the kitchen to grab my plate and Weasels, plus a fork for him. He is a bit of a weirdo too, so maybe he would want to us a fork as well.

Placing my plate gently down on the armrest of the couch, I strode over to where Itachi was sitting in his hypnotised state. "Weasel. Pizza..."

When there was no response, I used the blunt end of the fork to gingerly poke his cheek, "Weeeasel."

Again there was absolutely no respone, so I continued to poke his cheek, adding a word in between each poke.

Weasel." Poke. "Pizza." Poke. "Food." Poke. "Alive?"

It was after then when I was just about to poke him in the cheek yet again with the end of the fork, that his hand snapped up and grabbed onto the middle of the fork, his eyes snapping open to stare at me in their normal onyx intensity. I stared at him for the moment, before grinning, "Oh you are awake! Good, I was about to switch to the sharp end. Food, look! And I promise it ain't poisioned, because the bag of fish guts would not take his eyes off me the entire time. Stalker that he is."

With that, and before he could say anything, I skipped back over to plonk my ass down on the rather low couch, and started munching my pizza. Kisame had returned to the chair, which I beleived he would now claim as his for the entire period of his visit, because it was huge, cushy and the furthest seat from the rest of us. He was eyeing the pieces of pizza slices on his plate for a moment, watching the rest of us eating and slowly started to take a few bites. Itachi had just gone back to meditating or whatever he was doing. Pah, his loss.

The evening passed quickly, to my surprise. Our first evening as a group, I figured it would be all fun and teasing and non stop happiness at the sudden reunion. Sadly no. Once the pizza was eaten, where Itachi had like, two bites and Kisame almost ate the plate because he was enjoying the pizza so much, the television entertained us for all about half an hour. Then Andy announced very loudly about how tired he was (liar) and wanted to head to sleep. Seeing how there were already likely to be booby traps and chakra barriers around our house to sense if we tried escaping, Kisame and Itachi were happy enough to let him wander upstairs.

Emma soon followed, pretending to yawn and stretch, "Well today has been fun, but me and Krissy are beat. We're going to bed. Night."

I stared up at her, "Tired? Nu-uh, I'm not tired. I have plenty of catching up to do with these two. And ghost stories. I have a great one about tuna fishing for our big blue tub of sardines over there."

She laughed, one of those high pitched annoying ones she always did when it was fake, "Oh Krissy, you're so funny. Trying to stay awake when you're clearly about to fall asleep on the chair. Ahaha! Come on, bed time."

Pretty much I had no choice, because she grabbed my arm and dragged my butt upstairs. I pouted at her, ready to taunt and interact some more with our unexpected sleepovers guests. She however was all too eager to ditch them.

As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she peered down at me, "Krissy, I'm staying with you tonight."

"Me? Why are you invading my personal sleeping space?"

"Because there are two crazy people downstairs, one who isin't even human. I don't trust them not to slit my throat in my sleep. I would feel much safer if I was with you, because your loud mouth could scare them off." The look in her eyes was the reason why I said yes. She looked scared still. Andy had looked the same. I didn't blame them really, those two were pretty scary. I just didn't treat them like that, because it was much easier for me to tease rather than to fear.

We set up a little camp on the floor in my room, surrounded by a fortress of pillows and mattresses, with all the furniture and stuff like that pushed to the side. I had spotted my sketch book on the bed, closed in the same position I had left it, thank goodness. If Itachi had indeed been in here, I think I might have collapsed of a heart attack over him seeing the sketches in there. Drawing cute guys is one thing, but when they discover you're drawing them, sometimes it is better to die than face them again. Immediatley I slipped it between the mattresses of the bed, out of sight.

Emma was sprawled out on the blankets on the floor, a pillow over her face. She had not even bothered to change into her usual pyjama set, I think because she was rather against wearing short nightdress with two extra men in the house. I didn't blame her, because I didn't want to wear anything less than my shorts and t-shirt combo with them around. I don't parade around in my underwear, but in this weather anything close to it I will usually wear.

"Arrghhh!" That was the garbled excuse for a cry that came through the pillow, muffled into a non-sensical sound.

"What?" I asked, poking her in the arm with my toe as I sat up a distance away.

She removed the pillow, puffing a strand of hair from her face, "I can't sleep. I want to sleep and wake up to find that I fell out of the attic, hit my head pretty hard, and this is all just one huge hallucination from the drugs you probably gave me, because you were too cheap to drive me to the doctors."

I scoffed, "Give me a little faith why don't you. Of course I wouldn't drive you, because your crazy American driving is on the wrong side of the road, but still... I would have made Andy take you."

She groaned more and put the pillow back on her face. I heard the distinct mumbles of, "Sleep, sleep," through the material.

"It's not like you to want to sleep before your nightly grooming session yano Emma. The whole hair washing, makeup ritual thingy you do in the bathroom for hours."

The pillow was moved for a while, "The bathroom is located next to a dreadfully pink bedroom, which currently contains a giant blue man with gills, which I do beleive might try and rip my heart out through my chest if I go anywhere near there. I am going to hide in here, sleep and hopefully wake up in the morning to find him gone."

"Ha, good luck with that one," I told her, flopping down on the blankets next to her. "Trust me, it was days into weeks I was hoping to wake up and find out them two were a dream. That didn't happen."

Emma turned her head down to face me, holding the pillow over her stomach. She looked flushed, probably from having the pillow pressed agaisnt her skin and the fact it was so warm in here. The windows were open, but there was no breeze. We were relying on a tiny fan to keep us from dying.

"Krissy, how long do you think they will be here? If I'm honest, they terrify me. I haven't even seen their worst ninja moves yet, all I've seen them do is pretty much talk or threaten us, and throw a few of those sharp knife things. Don't even get me started about Andys car! Are you sure they aren't going to kill us?"

I shook my head, "They wouldn't. They need us, because otherwise they haven't a hope of blending in on this world. The Fish especially." I chuckled a bit and punched her on the arm gently, "Just sleep and don't worry about it. You'll give yourself early wrinkle lines."

She scrunched her nose up a bit, "Why are you so calm about this?"

Shrugging, I rested my head on my hand, "Probably life experience. I've been stuck with them before, and conditions were way worse last time. At least this time we're home, and not being dragged off to who knows where." I could distinctly remember how Itachi and Kisame dragged me around the place to their hideout. It wasn't much of a fun journey.

Emma sighed softly, "Alright then. But if we get murdered, I'm going to torture you in ghost form forever."

I grinned at her, "Deal. I'll be able to grab and eat all your ghost chips."

"Oh shut it with the New Zealand commercials and let me sleep."

I smiled to myself, "Night Carrot."

"Night pain in my ass."

"Yours and everyone elses."

She fell asleep faster than me. It was likely the stress of the day catching up on her. I could feel weariness seeping into my bones as well, and really did want to sleep as well. I couldn't help feeling now that these two were here again, I had this constant idea that I was being watched. I guess it was pretty much some subconcious thing, seeing how last time I was with them I was pretty much under constant supervision. A quick scan of the dim moonlit room proved though that it was just us two in here. Maybe I was paranoid, seeing how there was a certain Weasel sleeping only a few feet away from me.

Why did I keep thinking of him so much? It had driven me nuts over these past few months to have him plague my thoughts so often, when at the time I thought it hgihly unlikely that I would ever see him. Now I had seen him again. I could only guess at whether or not those last few moments we had with each other all that time ago would make any difference to how he treated us. So far, it hadn't.

Sleep tugged at my brain more, so I rolled over and stared out the window until I started to drift off into the land of slumber. We'd see how things were in the morning.

I could almost swear as I fell asleep, I saw a dark figure with red eyes pass my bedroom window.

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OMG YES! I realise how late of an update this is! Like, months and months have passed by since I started writing it! Forgive me!

Kisame: IT LIVES! HOW? WHY? CRAP!

Okay so as you all know, I've been in America. Yay! It was lovely, but I'm glad to be home again 8D Your funny American ways are just too complex for me to understand... Plus you tried to kill me America. At least the weather did. Dude, got washed out by hurricane Irene! D: I now have a lovely bit of an American road as a token of my survival hahaa. P.S. Support to those who got affected by it. Oh and the flooding... got hit by that too. Yeah, American weather hated me. Even the sun crispy baked me! I've gone from white to brown!

So, yes. Enough about me jabbering on about how your country wanted to kill me blah blah blah... (PS I hate your dairy products, just putting that out there... plastic cheese, ew much? okay now I'm done hahaa)

I have finally managed to get back to writing again. Cause I started this chapter MONTHS ago, as I said, it went wonky a little and I didn't like it. Do I ever like any of my chapters. Ah well. I promise there is some good stuff coming up, because I have had a LOT of time to figure out where its going.

So stick around! Kisame, Itachi, it's work time again!

Itachi: ... Piss off...

Me: :O i gave you months of vacation... you should be worshipping me for that!

Itachi:... no... *sharingans*

Me: *got sharingan proof glasses from America* I am prepared...

I love you all! Thanks for coming back to deal with me ! 8D

LOVE AND PIE FOR ALL! what flavour? PIE FLAVOUR! *pie flies out of a pie*

PS. If you didn't get the bit in the story about 'Ghost Chips' go look it up on youtube. haha, pure NZ comedy right there.