Kimiko walked out of the dressing room, still dressed in the outfit she was trying on. "Well?" She asked Sasuke. "What do you think?" Sasuke was too busy dealing with his nosebleed to answer. They bought the outfit, and the teenage girl who was the cashier glaring at Kimiko the whole time.
They left the store, and passed Anko, who was muttering, "Red-head cloaked she-devil. Ate more dango then me!"
Kimiko turned to face Anko. "I don't even want to know." They heard hopping sounds, and saw Kakashi hopping in the next street. "Again, I don't want to know." They continued walking in complete naivety, unaware as to what would soon occur. Kimiko saw a flash of pink, and realized it was Sakura. I'll make friends with her later, she decided. Suddenly, they heard the intercom come on.
"Hear ye, hear ye. To Sasuke. From Kaminari. Revenge is a bitch, isn't it? Entry One: Itachi-nii-san wants to be a model, but he threw away all his pictures. I'll keep them for him! I wonder why he doesn't have any clothing on. I wonder why his is bigger than mine." A voice shouted through the intercom.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with your journal, your 'very manly journal,' would it?" Kimiko slowly turned to face Sasuke.
"Uh, no, no!" Sasuke yelped, his face tomato red (mmm, tomato). "Of course not! Why would it?"
"To Sasuke: Yes, this is your 'very manly journal.' I knew you would try to get out of it."
Kimiko started to walk away. "No, wait! Come back!" Sasuke screamed after her.
Kimiko was about to turn when Kakashi jumped right over her. "Well, that doesn't make any sense." Ayane jumped over her next, chasing Kakashi. "Okay, makes sense." Then Naruto leapt over her. "And confusion settles in once more." Teuchi chased after Naruto. "Oh, okay." Kaminari was next. "Confusion." Itachi. "Understanding." Gaara. "Confusion. And I should probably help my friends."
"Wait! No! I need to explain myself!" Sasuke raced after the girl, narrowly missing the white hair that snapped back towards his face.