Lauren's Point of View

Well, at first Rebecca didn't take my news very well, but I'm glad she gave in. It's good, because now I have my maid of honor and my child's godmother. She's gonna hate me for it, but I'm going to make Shikamaru have Neji as her partner when the best man and maid of honor go up together. Even though he wanted Chouji to be the best man, I convinced him otherwise. Besides, Chouji really didn't want to anyway. All the better. And, Rebecca would have to wear two dresses. One for the reception and one as the maid of honor. She hated dresses. She despised dresses. I think the only thing she hated more than dresses was the Jonas Brothers. And that my friends, is a lot of hate. Her dart board is the Jonas Brothers, and let me tell you, she has very good aim. Very good.

Anyway…what was I going to say? I talked to Neji, and he told me what that scoundrel Gaara did to Rebecca. And now, she was acting really weird. Both of us noticed it. It seemed like she was being haunted or something. Neji said that the Shikaku might be doing things to her head, and now, I'm going to investigate.

I walked into her room and saw her sketching something, crumpling it up, and then throwing it over her shoulder. Behind her was a pile of white papers, all rejected. The pile reached to my knees. Something was terribly wrong.

I reached down and unfolded one of the rejects, and gazed at the face of a boy with short, croppy hair and darkened eyes. He had the Japanese symbol for 'love' on his forehead. I unfolded a couple more and saw that they were all alike. All of them were of the boy, but all were different, one where he was talking to a large…raccoon (?) thing, one where he was walking beside a dark haired girl, and the third, which disturbed me the most, where he was close to kissing the shocked looking dark haired girl – Rebecca.

Rebecca tossed a couple over her shoulder again, and then rested her head on her crossed arms. She had never noticed I was even there. Rebecca always knew if someone was behind her. This was wrong.

I walked out of her room, needing to talk to Neji and Shikamaru.

"Is this that Gaara kid?" I pulled out the drawing of just him, and also the drawing of him with the raccoon thing. Neji snatched up the papers, and his face fell when he saw them.

"Did Rebecca draw them?"

"That's not the point. It's not like she's obsessed with him or something. She's just…possessed."

Neji's knuckles whitened as he clenched his hand into a fist. Jealous much?

"Calm down Neji. I'm not possessed." Neji and I swung around to see Rebecca in the doorway. Despite her seemingly in-character remark, she was not herself. She had bags under her eyes and she leaned against the doorframe as if she couldn't hold herself up. Neji sprung up and put his hand on her forehead. "You okay?" She rolled her eyes.

"I'm seeing some demon harboring guy whether I'm awake or asleep and you're asking me if I'm okay." Neji flinched back when Rebecca snapped back at him. No matter how sick it felt, I actually felt bad for Neji.

Rebecca noticed, and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just…really tired. And if I go to sleep, it's most likely that I'm going to get visited by Fatty the raccoon right there." She nodded at the scrap of paper lying on Neji's bed.

"Disrespectful aren't we?" My eyes widened.

"Please tell me that was you Neji."

"Sorry, no can do."

"It's the Shikaku." Neji and I looked at Rebecca, who looked relatively unfazed at the deep voice coming from no one in the room.

Well, despite the fact that she looked like shit.

Sorry Becka. You do.

"Well, Rebecca, now that your friends know about me, I presume you told them about our little agreement?"

"We had no 'agreement'"

"Well, on your side, you didn't seem to lighten up."

"Get the hell out of my god damn life you fucking ass bag."

"Language language my dear Rebecca. My goodness. No one ever taught you manners I assume."

"Go fuck yourself."

The voice cackled. "That's not nice."

"I don't give a damn."

The voice didn't cease its laughter.

"Enjoy your time in Kohana for now Rebecca. Be sure to tell your friends goodbye during the festival. I'll give you ten days. I won't bother you, but you have to come and visit the sand after the ten days are up. If you don't, you will never hear the end of it from me. Think about it."

After a few minutes of silence, Neji finally spoke up. "You aren't going to go, are you?"

"I don't know."

"Rebecca, you can't leave." Neji's voice seemed to waver a bit, but I could have been imagining it.

"I don't want to live the rest of my life with that…thing talking to me twenty-four seven."

"But…if you go…" I tried to speak, but my sentence just broke off. I still couldn't believe I had just listened to a conversation between my best friend and a demon thing that was stalking her.

I should write a novel.

"Look, let's just ignore what happened today, okay?"

"Why not tell Tsunade?" Neji was fishing for solutions.

Rebecca finally snapped. "Look, I'm sorry that you have to deal with me, but I don't think Tsunade can fix what's going on, even if she is the Hokage. Now stop whining. If you think this is hell for you, don't even try to imagine what I'm going through."

The door slammed behind her, leaving Neji dumbstruck and silent. "Neji…don't worry. She's just really stressed. And tired. And cranky. And being stalked. But other than that she's the same old Rebecca we both know and love in different ways." I tried to smile, but Neji didn't even look at me. He brushed the drawings off of his bed and layed down, his back facing me. I would have never imagined him to be so fragile. Then again, his childhood was apparently crap and the love of his life just yelled at him and might be leaving him for a creepy demon infested dude.

My head hurts.

I picked up the papers and left to buy Rebecca a dress for the festival.

I would get them back together and keep Rebecca here no matter what.

Someone's Point of View

Three days. Three days until I saw all of my friends again. Three days until I get to go to the festival in Kohana. Three days until Sakura saw how strong I had gotten. Three days until I saw my home, my sensei, and get a new mission. Three days until I was finally away from that stupid pervy sage. I looked at the setting sun and into the distance where my home awaited.

Three days.

Someone Else's Point of View

A couple more days until Sasori and I got to the sand village. We would take down the Kazekage, and take the Shikaku from him.

This would be fun. Very, very fun.

A bang.

Rebecca's Point of View

Stupid Shikaku, only ten days?! Fuck my life. Fuck my life to hell. I hate this.