Chapter 13- The Last Chapter on Them Traveling-Promise!

A/N: I'm feeling super-duper hyper right now! So, okey, dokey, artichoke let's get a move on with the story! May I thank ALL my reviewers again! You guys are the absolute best. Really.

Itachi: They don't care! Just write the dang thing crapperdoodle!

Me: OK OK. VV what awful muses I have.

Anyway, thanks Lisa Alexandria! I will use most of those questions and the answer also (with a lack of anything more creative to respond to it with ;)

A knocking from inside the lavatory was heard.

"Can I come out now?"

"Sweet old Alabama!" Kisame sang as they entered the luggage area, and the luggage wheel started moving. The Akatsuki Magazine staff watched for their luggage.

"This is California!" the leader told him for the fourteenth time, annoyed.

"Heh heh, that rhymes." said a doddering old woman as she passed the group. The group just shrugged and assumed she had wandered away from a mental institute.

"Look!" a girlish voice shrieked.

"Deidara, I told you not to shriek in public!" Sasori snapped. Deidara pushed him into the luggage wheel on instinct.

"Shaddup!" Deidara yelled, "That wasn't me! ... Oh shit." Sasori was being carried away along with the luggage. He waited for Sasori to come around again so he could pull him out of the wheel. Meanwhile, a rather large bunch ran up to them. They were the detested, horrible, terrible, ominous, menacing... FanGiRlz!

"What are you people?" Itachi demanded.

"Whoa, you look just like Itachi!" one of them yelled.

"We are the FanGiRlz of the USA!" one of her friends handed him a business card.

F4nGiRlz of T3h USA! Lyk3 c4ll Us! it read.

"Uh, cool." Itachi told them. They ran off giggling. The group just shrugged again and turned back to what they were doing.

"Where's Sasori?" Deidara thought aloud. He'd expect him to come around again.

"Oh ho ho! This is MY luggage!" a forty-year old lady in Juicy Couture sweats and a way overdone face pulled Sasori from the luggage disposal.

"Hey hey hey! Lady!" Deidara came running over, "What are you doing yeah?"

"He's quite the jackpot isn't he?" the lady giggled. Deidara's face scrunched up in an ew! expression.

"Um, no." Deidara responded, "He has many diseases, and a lot of them are contagious. He has neuropsychological transmittable cancerous syndrome." He added, thinking of the most intelligent words he had in his vocabulary. Sasori glared at him.

"I don't know what that is, but it doesn't sound okey-dokey artichoke!" the lady said nervously, backing away.

"It isn't." Deidara shook his head in agreement.

"Uh, bye! Be careful!" With those pearls of wisdom, she fled the room.

"Neuropsychological transmittable cancerous syndrome?" Not without a laugh Sasori joined the group. Deidara joined the group also.

"Here's our luggage." Itachi pulled his suitcase, Sakura's pull-along Louis Vuitton, and Sasuke's duffel bag from the luggage disposal. He gave it to them, and the fifteen year olds pulled their luggage over to a snack bar to buy something. Kisame grabbed his bag coming by, Deidara's hair got caught in the wheel while leaning down to grab his, but eventually everyone had their own luggage. They went to a local Enterprise to pick up the car. Itachi didn't notice, but it was nighttime outside. Los Angeles was full of roaring taxis, the growl from the populace, and artificial lights. Itachi immediately begin to feel nervous. He was never good in large crowds. The leader pulled up in their new car- a four seat Mercedes. No one knew what to say.

"Leader sir, that's obviously not going to fit all of us, no matter how 'hip' it is." Sasori pointed out.

"It'll work! We'll fit everyone in!" the leader said confidentially. Everyone reluctantly threw the luggage in the trunk. Sasori sat in the front so he could give the leader directions. Sasuke slid in to the far window seat.

"Sakura, if it isn't too much trouble, can you uh... sit on Sasuke's lap?" Itachi asked. Sakura looked at him like he was crazy, but Itachi's eyes said he didn't approve of it either but the circumstances wouldn't be flexible to any other ideas.

"OK." Sakura did so. Itachi ended up sitting on the two seatbelt buckles, which really hurt his rear, but he put on a brave face. Kisame sat in the other seat, Zetsu and Tobi occupied the car carpet, and Deidara sat on the ashtray between the leader and Sasori.

"Comfy?" the leader asked.

"No!" almost everyone except for Kisame shouted back.

"Good, 'cause here we go!" the leader pulled out of the LAX airport. Sasuke grabbed Sakura so she wouldn't go flying, and Deidara gripped the armrests like life support.

The leader might have been a powerful ninja, but he was a dreadful driver. Tobi swore he was going to throw up, Kisame was idly chatting about marine biology to Zetsu, Itachi kept shifting his weight to keep his butt from aching even worse then it already did, Sakura and Sasuke apparently could not handle themselves this close and were kissing, Sasori was shouting directions, and Deidara was screaming they all were going to die. All in all, it was a nightmare of a drive.

"We found our prime suspect." Naruto announced to his posse, which included Lee and well... nobody else.

"Who?" Lee asked, tired and just wanting to go to bed.

"The BWGIM." Naruto said, "We analyzed the data and discovered it was from that company who makes pebbles to screw up the minds of young men and places them in innumerable unsystematic places just to be kicked or thrown so they could perform their deeds of wickedness!"

Lee raised an eyebrow.

"It's true! You better come along!"

"And if I don't?" Lee asked.

"Then I'll have everyone referring to your eyebrows as the Bush twins!"

"My eyebrows?" He rubbed his eyebrows and did realize they were long and bushy, "Never!"

"I will!" Naruto threatened.

"Fine fine fine!" Lee stomped off behind Naruto, who began their quest to stop the BWGIM organization that makes pebbles to screw up the minds of young men and places them in innumerable unsystematic places just to be kicked or thrown so they could perform their deeds of wickedness!

"We're here!" The leader pulled up to their new home, the Ritz Carlton. Itachi began to think he didn't have that much regard for money, even though that's why he was here sitting on seat buckles in the first place, "Everyone OK?"

A chorus of sort ofs, nos, acks, and my ass hurts came from his accomplices.

A valet came over and took their luggage and their car. They all climbed out, their backs, necks, and rears aching.

"I am never sitting on an ashtray again." Deidara declared as they entered the hotel. The leader retrieved their room keys and they walked into the old-fashioned elevator. While they were going up, the leader passed out the room keys. There was four room keys- (all except for the leader, they were going to be bunking.)

"Itachi, Sasuke, and Sakura." the leader handed Sakura a room key card. She put it away in her purse. He turned to Sasori, "You and Deidara." Then he handed it to the last of them, "Tobi, Zetsu, and Kisame. I get the last one. Oh look! This is my floor. Meet in the main hall at eight in the morning and get ready to go. Good night."

"Good night." They all replied in unison. Tobi, Zetsu, and Kisame got off at the next floor, with their share of farewells.

"Here's our floor." Itachi said, motioning for Sasuke and Sakura to follow. Sasori and Deidara bid him good night as the elevator door closed. Sasuke walked with Sakura a few steps behind his older brother. Itachi put in his room key. When the light glowed green he opened the door.

"Ok Sakura, you get the bed." Itachi let her through, "Sasuke, you're bunking on the couch and I'll order a rollaway bed." Then they all went around to their own business. Once they were all settled in, they all fell asleep against their own will.

Oh they did NOT know what they were getting into eh?