A/N: Alright, my mini-break is over! I have this chapter and chapter 11 written out already so yeah... it's up to you readers!

Mah thank youuuusssss

Brave Little Lion: I do that too xD :'D I LOVE COOKIES 3

bored411: Sneaking out is not a good option. Never do it :P hahahaha... o.O

Storygirl11: YOU'VE ONLY HAD A TACO ONCE! D'x You are deprived of true love my friend. Deprived.

Ehem. Yes. Itachi. Speak now, or face my ultimate wrath.

Itachi: Halo does not own Naruto, nor does she ever think she will. I'm too sexy for my- ... what does that have to do with anything?

Me: KEEP FUCKING READING!

Itachi: *Sighs* I'm too sexy for my shirt.

Me: *Twiddles fingers* Well, if you really feel that way you can take it off? *Innocent smile*

Itachi: *glares*

Me: *Frowns*

Sun… light… LIGHT! "LIGHT! IT BURNS!" For some odd reason, I grabbed Kakashi and pulled his sleeping form over me, managing to nearly suffocate myself with his weight until he rolled off of me and looked around, a confused look on his face.

"N-Naiomi-Koi? Wh-what happened?" He yawned, looking completely adorable for once… because you know. He's just flat out bad ass and hot all the time… right?

"Kakashi!" I whined, rolling over and burying my face into his chest and throwing my leg over his hips. "It's too early! The sun is hurting my eyes!"

He chuckled and put a hand on my back, stroking my long hair with his manly hands… manly.

Suddenly the door burst open and Kakashi was ripped out of my grip. "My six hours starts now." Sasuke sat on my bed like a spoiled brat, and I army crawled over to him, pushing him down and using his stomach as a pillow.

"Uchiha, you're too hard to be a pillow." I grumbled, wrapping my arms around his thin waist and cutting off the circulation to his body…

"Nee-Chan..." He gulped.

"What?" I grumbled out, closing my eyes again and nuzzling my face into his abs.

"You're not wearing pants."

"Suck it the fuck up. Pillows do not talk."

"Hn."

"YOU ARE NOT A FUCKING CAVE-MAN SASUKE UCHIHA!" He was suddenly on the floor, with an amused Kakashi in the doorway, as well as Itachi and Naruto.

I sat up and glared at each and every one of them. "It is," A quick side glance to my clock, "Ten in the morning. I am awake. Someone is going to die today."

Suddenly, there were no ninja in my room.

I smiled and settled back into my bed, tempted to go to sleep… then my phone started blaring with it's stupid annoying alarm. "FUCK!" I screamed, turning it off and getting out of bed. I walked over to my draw and pulled out a pair of sliding pants, an old t-shirt, and knee high socks. I moved into my other draw and pulled out underwear and a bra, then stomped my way into the bathroom.

"Fucking light. Fucking Kakashi. Fucking Cave-man. Stupid Uchiha. Asshole ninja's." I could tell today was going to be just peachy… Not even noon and I was ready to put on my bitch stomping shoes. Not the ones with regular spikes, the ones with metal spikes… because I was just that loveably-violent.

"Naiomi-Koi, hurry up or you'll be late for work!" Kakashi banged on the bathroom door.

I grabbed the nearest item, the shampoo bottle which I was thankfully finished with, and lobbed it at the door. "I'LL COME THE FUCK OUT WHEN I AM READY!"

"Okay… Love you!" Then he was gone. Fucking ninja.

"Love you too dick muncher." I grumbled, rinsing the soap from my hair and shutting off the tap. I stepped onto the fuzzy towel and dried off, pulling on my cloths and moving into the bedroom.

"Naiomi-Chan, I was thinking that we could go to the park today and take a walk." Sasuke looked up at me with hopeful eyes. It had been nearly weeks since I got to spend any one on one time with the Uchiha, which was why he was ten times more protective of our six hour time period.

"Sorry Sasuke-Kun, I have to go to the fields today. There's practice from eleven to four." I frowned at the scowl on his face, and the dark look in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"It's all too familiar. Itachi would be so caught up in work that I was left behind… then he killed the clan and I was alone." Sasuke refused to meet my eyes and I felt horrible.

"Sasuke-Kun, I'm not doing this to hurt you." I walked forward and went to put my hand on his face, shocked when he pulled back.

"I know that." He snapped, glaring at me.

I narrowed my eyes. "Uchiha Sasuke you wipe that look off your face right now. I am not constantly working to avoid you. I'm not going to flip off my rocker and murder everyone. I am not your brother Sasuke. I have a team to prepare for the state-cup, then possibly regionals. They are my family just as much as you, Naruto, Itachi, and Kakashi are. They need me just as much as you do."

"Don't worry Naiomi-San. I'm used to being second best." He snapped at me and stood up, leaving the room without a second glance.

I felt myself freeze. I knew that me having to work all the time out of no-where was bothering all of the boys, but for Sasuke to completely reject me like that… that was uncalled for, and hurt me a lot more than I would ever let anyone see.

"…Fucking Uchiha's." I whispered, feeling tears come to my eyes. I sniffed and rubbed them away before they could fall, going back into my bathroom and pulling my damp hair into a ponytail.

"Leaving already?" Kakashi was leaning on the door-frame, watching me with a look in his eyes that was all too familiar from what had just happened.

"Don't start with me Kakashi. I swear on my life and everything that was ever in it, I will walk out that door and no one will see me for a month." I snapped, giving him the dirtiest look I could muster and grabbing the ball bag, as well as the batting helmets and moving to go down to my car.

"Excuse me?" Kakashi demanded, following me down the stairs. "Is that a threat Naiomi?"

"Kakashi." I snapped at the bottom of the stairs. "It is not my fault that I have to work. I'm sorry that I don't have the time right now that I usually would. However, I do not need the extra pressure of everyone hanging all over me and treating me like I suddenly ignore all of you because I want too."

"Well isn't that what's going on?" Sasuke snapped, glaring at me with his sharingan. "You're replacing us with that team of yours, all because they need work? What about us Naiomi? What about all of us, here who need you?"

"I am not fucking replacing you!" I snapped tears coming into my eyes. "I cried myself to sleep for nearly seven fucking years just to be able to have a fucking dream about you! I have a job I need to make money so I can fucking support us. I'm so fucking sorry that I have to fucking work to get what I want Sasuke! Not everyone has everything fall into their fucking hands!"

I walked out the door, with more than just one tear streaking down my face, then slammed it. Those fucking assholes. It's not like I wanted to avoid them! Hell, if I could I would be sitting at home every day on the couch withering away into nothing just to look at them!

But it just seems like yet again, nothing I do will ever be good enough for anybody. I need a break from home. I need a break from living.

~ In the Naruto Universe….~

Sakura:

It was hell. Everything just seemed to be falling apart around us.

Madara had won, he had succeeded in capturing the bijuu from Naruto's body, and now the world was nearly in pieces around us. There was something strange going on though…

Bodies. When a person dies, usually there is a body left behind. If it was just one body, it wouldn't be suspicious… however, the problem was… missing bodies has become a reoccurring problem.

First, Itachi's body went missing. No one can find it, anywhere we look. Second, Sasuke-Kun's body went missing from the Konoha facility. Then, Kakashi-Sensei's grave seemed to be dug up, and there were no remains at all in the ground.

Lastly… Naruto-Kun's body vanished into thin air the second the Kyuubi was extracted from his body.

Something was going on.

I looked up into the night time sky as the moon caressed the land in its mournful glint. My hair swept into my face, but there was nothing I could do to fix that with my hands tied securely behind my back.

I knew they were out there. All of them. Sasuke, Naruto, Itachi, Kakashi-Sensei… they were out there somewhere. They would save us… they had too… or I fear for us all that nothing… nothing will ever be the same.

~Naiomi:~

After practice, I had decided that I had been a little too rough on Kakashi and Sasuke when leaving… I mean come on… who wants someone they care about screaming in their face about… well… anything.

I drove home in silence for once, not blasting any music of any sort. It was strange behavior for me, but something was up… I could tell.

~At the house~

As I pulled into the drive, I noticed solemnly that no lights were on. Either they were all at work, or I had driven them away with my rage-induced soliloquy. I felt slightly guilty for yelling at them, but then I brushed it off. They had no care for how I felt about the situation, so you're damn right I was going to return the mother fucking favor.

My car didn't seem to want to get rid of me, holding in my key with the force of a fat-man's stomach with a fist embedded in it… "C'mon you stupid piece of shit on wheels, I need to get out!" My car didn't appreciate the cursing, so it began blaring it's horns and I flipped out, throwing myself back into my seat and screaming bloody murder… then I realized that I had hit the panic button and clicked it again, putting an end to my cars screeching.

I then returned to wrestling with the ignition for my fucking keys.

"C'mon you sonofabitch!" I exclaimed, earning a few stares from the neighbors as I messed around with my car.

~In the transformers world~

"Optomis, I feel as if our very existence is being insulted…"

"It probably is, bloody humans. Save the world three fucking times and- Hey, what are you doing here!"

~Back to Naiomi~

I continued the smack down with my car, beating on the dash, kicking the horn, pretending I was a race car driver with the steering wheel, until I finally gave up and sat in my seat, turning the key and gently trying to slide it out.

It fucking worked. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

I got out of the death trap and walked up the three porch steps to get into my house… breaking the tension, I tripped and face planted on the concrete. "OW WHAT THE FUCK! FUCK YOU GRAVITY, I'LL FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE YOU SUFFER ONE DAY!" I pushed my key into the fucking lock and opened the door, with no problems mind you! Fucking abnormally strong ninja cars… anyway, slamming it shut and rubbing my sore head.

"Stupid steps… stupid cleets… stupid ninjas… stupid boyfriends… Asshole of a rust bucket on wheels… hmph." I walked into my kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water.

~With the Auto bots!~

"AH! SHIT! I FEEL INSULTED!"

"SHUT UP SKIDS I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!"

~With Naiomi~

That's when I saw them. Sitting on the almost empty bottom shelf, glaring at me while I starred at them in horror. I felt my nightmares come true as I had a starring contest with the detested products, my most dangerous enemy, my worst night mare all sealed up, pre-packaged and ready to cause stomach pains for anyone in a five hundred mile radius…

Those fucking strawberry poptarts.

I screamed bloody murder for a few pathetic seconds, closed the fridge, pressed my back against the wall with my chest heaving and eyes wide. It took me nearly ten minutes to sum up the courage to re-open the fridge, and I sighed in relief as I did.

They were gone.

I turned around and screamed again, because they were now on my table, glaring at me with a vengeance.

My breathing quickened, my eyesight went blurry, and I let out a loud scream before everything went completely black.

Those fucking poptarts will be the death of me.

A/N: LOL this was all on a whim. These next few chapters will be murder to write. -.-

How'd ya like them there haunted pop tarts? ;)

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