Woooow! What have I been doing? Not updating for like a week, stupid Vee. Stupid! Baka! Baka! In my defense, I was watching various Kenichi Matsuyama movies. If you don't know who he is, he's the love of my life and an amazing actor. Oh, and I've recently gotten addicted to Pretty Little Liars!

Disclaimer: Although I do not own Naruto (or Kenichi-kun), I do happen to own your very souls, aaaand I need to thank my Rae Rae for helping me with this chapter.

A loud crash echoed through the house and reverberated through my room, causing me to twitch slightly before squeezing my eyes shut tighter. I flipped over, facing my wall, trying to block out the sun's annoyingly bright rays from my eyes. Letting out a sharp hiss of breath, I shoved my turtle over my face, trying to cling to the last bit of sleep that I knew I would lose.

Another crash rang out and I flipped back onto my back, my eyes shooting open. I glared at the ceiling, wrinkling my nose. I groaned, pounding my fists into the fluffy top of my bed.

I sat up sharply, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, looking at the clock. 10:15AM, it read. I sighed through my nose, storming out the room, slamming my door shut on my way out.

"Where are those fuckers?" I growled. As soon as the last word left my mouth, another crash sounded. I smiled maliciously, flying down the stairs and shooting into the kitchen.

I plucked up a knife, stomping my way into my, now demolished, dining room.

And look at the sight I see, broken chairs, smashed plates, and in the middle of it all, one Ana Rae Black on a computer and two Akatsuki members standing on each side of her, shooting daggers at her with their eyes, Ana shooting them right back.

"I don't give a fuck what you think, Michael would make a fucking badass Jashinist!" Ana growled, glaring in Hidan's direction.

"Oh, fucking please! That cunt couldn't throw a fucking kunai!" Hidan retorted, scowling.

"Because you can't throw stuff in Minecraft!" Ana exclaimed, turning back to whatever she was doing.

"Can he blow stuff up, hmm?" Deidara asked, looking over her shoulder curiously.

"Yes, but he's saving it for a special time like a smart person," Ana sassed, switching the ear that her ear bud was in, smirking in Deidara's direction.

I tightened my grip on the handle of the knife, contemplating to either interrupt them and stab one of them or to let Ana kill them both (or as dead as that retarded Jashinist can get) for dissing that thing that she likes…but, unfortunately for me, the two Akatsuki members left Ana's side to go do something stupid in a different room.

Itachi sighed, standing up from the lone chair that hasn't been demolished. He made his way over to Ana's side, sitting down next to her and leaning in close enough to her to see the screen.

"So explain this again," he said, watching her watch a video.

Ana flashed him a smile, turning to face him. "Well, there are these groups of guys: Jack, Geoff, Gavin, Joel, Ray, Ryan, and Michael and probably some others I don't know yet and they're in a company type- thing called roosterteeth on YouTube in an Achievement Hunter gang. They're like a bunch of children. They make videos of them playing video games. I think they're funny. Kika never pays attention when I talk about them, so she doesn't even know they exist. My favorite is Let's Play Minecraft. Minecraft is a game where you build shit and blow shit up. I love it."

I rolled my eyes, walking over to them. "I know they exist," I replied, bored. "Those videos are the only thing my brother does all day. I just chose to ignore them because they bore me."

"Blah blah blah," she rolled her eyes, turning back to the screen. "How was your sleep, love?"

"It would've been fine if some little fucking assholes were making too much noise, cutting my sleep time by, oh it don't know," I smiled sickeningly sweetly, checking my invisible watch. "Three hours."

Ana laughed, standing up, her eyes fixated on the knife. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," she backed up, laughing nervously. "There's no need for that, now is there?"

My mouth twitched in a smile and I brought the knife up, tracing my fingers over the blade. "Oh~ I think it is," I replied, humming.

"Holy fuck that bitch is gonna kill the bigger bitch!" a voice came from the doorway.

"You," I growled, advancing on him. "You probably started the whole fucking argument!"

"Whoa, whoa, don't bitch at me!" he exclaimed.

I raised the knife threateningly. "I'm out three hours of sleep because of you. I'm going to kill you," I smiled, tilting my head to the side.

"Shit, somebody stop her," Ana whispered, mainly to Itachi.

"You're going to die!" I shouted, holding the knife over my head. "I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!" I exclaimed, the knife slicing through the air towards Hidan's eyes.

Arms wrapped around my torso, pulling my back. "I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!" I shouted, struggling to get out of the person's grip. "I DRINK IT UP!"

"LET GO OF MY, YOU JERK," I shouted, jerking my arms around, wriggling my body. "AAAAAAAAAHHH-"

I broke off, falling limp into the person's arms. Obviously he wasn't expecting it, and I fell to the floor, the knife sliding across the room. I stayed still, my eyes closing, my head lulling to the side.

"Oh Jashin-sama," Ana gasped.

"Is she alright, hmm?" Deidara asked, turning around to glare at the one who dropped me. "What did you do that for, Danna, hmm?"

Oh, so Sasori dropped me, I mentally noted. "I didn't expect her to just go limp," he replied.

"Kika?" Ana asked, inching up to me, nudging my side with her foot. "Are…you okay?"

"I'm a corpse," I replied simply.

"What?"

"I have become a corpse," I said. "I cannot answer because I am dead."

I opened one eye to watch her reaction. She stood still for a moment before a smile spread over her face and she started to laugh. "Oh I love Beyond!" she exclaimed, laughing.

I giggled, sitting up. "Me too. As well."

"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Hidan demanded.

"Shut up! I'm still mad at your being," I growled.

"Me being what, bitch?" he challenged me.

"Your…" I paused, thinking, then burst out singing. "Being alive~"

"Oh, shit!" Ana slapped me in the face.

"What?" I demanded, pouting. "I was just singing…"

She grinned. "When's your next audition?" she asked.

I stared at her. "Tonight, why?" I asked. "When's yours?"

"Same," she rolled her eyes. "Don't you remember, for this audition you need to do a solo and then a duet? We're partners for that."

"Oh, yeah, that's right," I face palmed, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. "What're you singing?"

"Don't know," she shrugged. "How about you?"

"Either The Wizard and I from Wicked, No Good Deed also from Wicked, Some People from Gypsy," I replied. "I can't decide. Oh, or Being Alive, just because I sing that really well."

"Well, sing, girl," she demanded. "And I'll tell you which one you should sing."

"How about," I grinned. "Instead of me singing, you listen to the songs and pick which one would fit my voice better."

She sighed. "That would work too…" she hummed, picking up her laptop.

*Approximately Twenty Five Minutes Later~*

Ana closed her laptop, smiling. "Some People, it's funnier~" she grinned. "I'm gonna sing Being Alive because I like it. What should we sing together?"

"Can I throw out two options?" I grimaced. "I'm in a Wicked phase, sorry~"

"You only like that musical so much because you wish you were born green," Ana giggled, swatting my shoulder. "Shoot."

"For Good or What is This Feeling?" I grinned sheepishly.

"Well, the first one's nicer, but the second one could prove that we can act, by acting like we hate each other," she wiggled her shoulders. "But I need to be Elphaba; I can't go as high Glinda."

"Okay," I giggled, heading to my computer desk and grabbing a blank CD. "I'll make a disk of our songs."

"Go, go," she giggled, waving me off.

I shrugged, skipping to the living room where my school laptop was charging. "Hello, my baby," I cooed, picking it up and turning it on. "Let's see, Libraries, click. Music, click. Karaoke, click. Being Alive, click, control, hold. Some People, click, control, still holding. What is This Feeling, click. Burn to disk, click. Okay, click-"

"Stop narrating everything you do out loud!" Ana shouted. "I'm watching Minecraft!"

"Sorry!"

My disk drive shot open, giving me my newly written on CD. "Perfect~" I cooed, picking up my purple sharpie and writing: Guys and Dolls Audition: 1. Being Alive 2. Some People 3. What is This Feeling?

"I did it~" I sang, placing the CD into a purple case and waving it around as I sauntered into the dining room, which was cleaned while I was gone.

"Gimme," she said, holding out her hand. "We need to practice!"

I pouted. "You just want to make me sing in front of them," I muttered.

"No," she scolded, slapping the back of my head. "I want you to get a part, baka!"

"Kay, well, you start," I shrugged, sitting against the wall.

"I already practiced before you woke up," she replied smugly.

"So you knew what you were gonna sing before I got up?" I asked, playing with a strand of my hair.

"Affirmative!" she giggled.

"Can we duet first?"

"No!' she replied, pulling me up onto my feet. She walked back to her laptop, clicking some buttons; soon the familiar tune blew through her speakers.

I took a deep breath before I stopped. "Pause it. Restart it, but don't play until I signal you," I told her.

"Why? What's up?"

"Need to get into character," I shrugged. "Todd! Get your worthless ass down here!" I shouted.

After a few moments, Todd pattered down the stairs, glaring at me. "What?" he asked.

"Be Papa," I told him. "Some People."

"How much will I get?" he asked, smoothing out his shirt.

"If you're good, twenty," I replied, fixing my hair.

"Deal," he replied, stepping into the room. "What good is filling her up with such bunk?" he demanded.

"It ain't bunk," I replied, stomping my foot.

"Nothing good is gonna happen to her or to June or to you," he growled.

"Well maybe not to me, but they're going to have a marvelous time," I retorted. "I'd be damned if I let them sit away their lives like I did, or like you do! With only that calendar on the wall to tell you one day from the next or—or that plaque from your rotten railroad company that says 'Congratulations for fifty years you did the same dull thing every dull day.'"

"That plaque," he replied angrily, making his way to the wall. "Is a great tribute! It's solid gold!"

"How much could you get for it?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"Rose, if you ever-" he began.

"Well, what good's it doing sitting up there!" I exclaimed, pointing angrily.

"That plaque belongs there like you belong home!" he shouted.

"Ugh! Anyone who sits home is dead," I replied, walking away from him. "If I die, it won't be from sitting! It'll be from fighting, to get up and Get Out!"

Ana started the music, right on time, and I smacked my hands on the table. "Some people can get a thrill knitting sweaters and sitting still," I sang. "That's okay for some people who don't know they're alive~"

I made my way towards him. "Some people can thrive and bloom, living life in the living room. That's perfect for some people of one hundred and five~"

"Alright, her mojo's on," Ana nodded.

Todd began storming into the living room and I followed after him. "But I at least gotta try~ when I think of all the sights that I gotta see and all the places I gotta play, all the things that I've gotta be at. Come on, Papa, what do ya say?"

Todd sat down on the recliner, picking up the newspaper. I glared at him. "Some people can be content, playing bingo and paying rent," I sang, smiling smug. "That's peachy for some people, for some, hum, drum people to be~ But some people ain't me~"

I looked at the bookshelf longingly. "I had a dream~ a wonderful dream, papa," I stood up. "All about June and the Orpheum Circuit, give me a chance and I know I can work it! I had a dream~ just as real as can be, papa~"

I sat back down, staring at Todd pleadingly. "And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, papa~ that's what he said, papa~ only eighty-eight bucks, papa-"

"You ain't getting eight-eight cents from me, Rose," he replied, standing up and starting to make his way back to the dining room.

"Then I'll get it someplace else," I replied, also rising from my seat. "But I'll get it! And get my kids out! Some people sit on their butts! Got the dreams, yeah, but not the guts! That's living for some people, for some, hum, drum people I suppose!"

As I sang I put on a coat and hat and made my way to the dining, grabbing my purse on the way. "Well they can stay and ROT!" I sang, making my way over to the front door, taking the 'plaque.' "But not Rose~" I sang, opening the front door and closing it on the last note.

I waited two beats before going back in, smiling sheepishly. "So…?" I asked, taking off the extra articles of clothing that I had just put on and placing the bag on the floor.

"I think, we're gonna rock tonight," Ana grinned, pausing the CD.

Sorry for the lame/uneventful chapter after making you wait…this chapter didn't really have anything so I bullshit all of it. Some People is actually one of my favorite songs, and if you wanna listen to it go onto the YouTube, and type in "Gypsy [1993 TV Movie] - "Some People"." That is my favorite version of said song.

Next chapter, you'll read Kika and Rae Rae's duet and the auditions, I suppose~ and if you wanna check that out, you can also go to the YouTube and type in "What Is This Feeling – Wicked."

Well as another chapter comes to a close, so too must I say: thank you for reviewing, following, and favoriting. It took me three hours to write this, almost four.

Loves and hugs, minions dearest~

Yours psychotically,

Vee