Erin-

"Hey, girls."

Shilo let out an obnoxiously loud, piercing, blood-curdling, bone-chilling SHRIEK, whipping her head around in a violent display of Ino's freakishly long hair colliding with my cheek. Her eyes went wide in sheer terror, her skin littered with goosebumps like a minefield… well… a minefield littered with goosebumps. …Whatever. Shut up.
We had been packing for our long Sunalicious journey to come, both of us grumpy from getting beaten up by Pein. Mainly Shilo though. She'd been thrown around the room like a fucking ragdoll, after all. Hilly hovered just over our beds, a cheeky grin standing bolder than his purple Mohawk before us. I was frozen in my spot, clutching a pair of Itachi's boxers in my hands and sweating nervously when he came to look at me with a questioning gaze.
"Should I ask?" He squinted at me, and then to my suitcase which also, by happenstance, was filled to the brim with predominantly Uchiha-ish personal items. You know, nothing too creepy, just boxers and hair ties, and maybe the occasional used tissue. I paled.
"SHILO DID IT."
"Damn right I did." She nodded proudly between Hilly and myself, before opening her eyes in unforeseen realisation that I had accused her in place of accepting my unforgivable crime (which was, undoubtedly memorising Itachi's general bladder movements and sneaking IN whenever he was OUT, to gather some souvenirs). She opened her mouth to yell at me, thousands of angry bees seemingly about to pop out of her skull and attack, before Hilly cut her off and, for once, addressed the both of us in our wake.
"You're doing well, I'll admit but uh, I have some bad news."
Shilo and I exchanged worried looks, my stomach sinking to my feet. Oh, no. Why did I feel like I was about to be told something… horrid? Hilly's eyes clouded over, something dark, vague and unfamiliar forming behind them. He seemed genuinely worried. I chewed at the inside of my cheek, fingers twitching under the silken, deliciously Itachi-smelling boxer shorts. I had a feeling Shilo already knew. Despite her general lateness to zoning into seriously uncool catastrophes, her intelligence wasn't… half-bad. I guess. After all, I was still sitting here, completely clueless to what this news was.

"We've been having some trouble at headquarters… It seems that a human girl has forced her way into the afterworld without actually being dead. Uh, yeah, she's uh, kind of scary, and she's… kicking our asses."

OH. OH SHIT.
I burst into tears, burying my head in the silken boxers and letting out violently loud sobs, my indigo tresses crowning my posture and cascading over my shoulders. Now I knew. Now I understood that feeling I had.

Shilo looked half-like she wanted to punch Hilly in the face, like she always did, and half-like she was about to ninja leap out of the window and scuttle far, FAR away from where we were. Hilly glanced between us, unsurely.

"What's going o-"

"FUCK YOU! FUCK THAT! FUCK THIS! FUCK LIFE! FUCK BEING DEAD!" I screamed, throwing my suitcase off the bed and scrambling to hide under the base, pushing past old puppets and boxes of Deidara's detonation clay. Shilo reared and climbed into the cupboard, slamming it shut behind her and shuffling through the clothes (from what I could hear), she let out an involuntary screech and clawed at the back of it;
"WHERE THE FUCK IS NARNIA? WHERE IS IT?!"

"I'm guessing you know her." Hilly concluded, my head popping out from under the bed, hair covered in cobwebs and dust. I gagged on it.
"She's our… she's our mother."

A look of surprise hung over the Shinigami's face, eyes blinking as he cocked his head to one side in apparent confusion.
"What? No—she's like- YOUR age." He confirmed, gruffly. Shilo kicked the closet back open and toppled out ungracefully, head rolling first on the ground, before the rest of her body followed. She wheezed at the pressure and rolled helplessly onto her side, rubbing her neck at the pain dealt.

"No. We just call her that. She's our friend. A good friend, but…" We exchanged looks and whimpered each in turn, shifting to stare at Hilly simultaneously. I reached my arms out in front of me and pulled myself out from under the bed, body dragging lethargically behind them.

"See, she's going to kill us. She's going to find us and kill us, and torture us, and yell at us, and make us cry, and shove mouldy peas into our mouths and then make us lick cactuses for her own amusement." I shuddered,

"Why?"
"Because we died, dummy!" Shilo snapped at him, crawling over to me, and attempting to help me off the floor. I wiped off my bunny suit as I managed to find my feet, letting out a rough breath and patting Shilo on the head.

"Well, when are we leaving?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips, expectantly, boxers bundled up in one of my palms, still. He stared at me incredulously, like my sanity had been thrown off the rocks. I frowned in return, raising a lone, indigo brow.

"I asked, WHEN are we leaving this UNIVERSE?"

He clearly hadn't expected the demand, paling significantly and switching his gaze back and forth between us females. Shilo stretched her arms above her head, waiting with an expression as unfalteringly serious as mine. Hilly shook his head.

"You can't—You need to break the rules to go into another game."

Shilo and I were out of the room in 0.7 seconds, screeching out confidential information and spoilers to the entire base.
"ITACHI LOVES SASUKE!"
"ZETSU IS A MOTHER'S BOY!"
"SASUKE AND SAKURA NAME THEIR KID SALAD!"
"SASORI DIES FIRST, MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Before we could blink, we were standing in the middle of what seemed to be a park, searching the area for a moment, before exchanging glances to check out each other's wear. Shilo had been dressed normally. Perfectly. Like- jeans and a polo, blonde hair plaited and tossed loosely over one shoulder. Me?
No surprise, I was in the fucking bunny outfit. STILL.

"FUCK THAT FUCKING HILLY ASS SON OF A BITCH ASS BUTT!"
"Stop that. I'm sensitive, you know." Apparently he'd been behind me, arms crossed firmly over his chest in dull amusement. I whirled around to punch him in that smug little face, but he was gone before I had the chance. Ugh, what a DOUCHE bag. Now he was next to Shilo, who was graciously chomping at her nails, drool sliding down one side of her mouth. She realised that she was being watched and wiped away at her face with her hand. In my other hand, I still held Itachi's boxer shorts, the material trickling my thigh like hidden encouragement. I could feel his presence with me. Shilo looked around sceptically, lashes dipping in intense thought, before her attention was drawn to a small tennis court off in the distance, a massive crowd looming around the sides. I couldn't understand the expression over her face, but it looked somewhat like she was about to start cartwheeling around the path. I instinctively stepped back.

"Uh, Shilo?"

She raised a hand to silence me, feet allowing her to take a few subtle steps forward, before she turned toward me in numb shock. I had a feeling she knew what universe we were in. Hilly nodded expectantly.

"We're… we're in… We're really in…"
I frowned,
"Can you stop stammering and just SAY it, already?"

"Death Note."