The next day dawned and it was light, bright, and sparkling with sunbeams dancing and birds singing. There was also the sound of something metal thudding against what sounded like wood, but that was most likely coming from the training grounds. It took a good five minutes for groggy Mar to realize why that was odd. Eyebrows knitting together in confusion Mar made her way to the window and stared intently at the trees, trying to peer through them into the training grounds that should be deserted. Another five minutes of heavy debate ended when Mar decided to bite the bullet and venture outside. It was a cat curiosity killed, yes?

Leaning around a tree, which was wider than Mar thought possible, she peered into the clearing and groaned when Sasuke came into sight. "Why? All the places you could go, why here?" Sasuke looked up at her, interrupted mid-throw, and just stared. When it became obvious that he wasn't going to answer the question Mar clenched her jaw and turned to leave again. "Did he follow you home?" The sound of Sasuke speaking caused Mar to stop in her tracks. "What?"

"Did that weirdo follow you here?" Sasuke repeated, annoyance ringing clearly in his voice. Mar blinked, trying to remember what happened last night. "I.. don't think so?" She frowned. "I was too annoyed with life to really pay attention." Sasuke shook his head, turning back to what he was doing. Mar stood and watched for a moment, amused at his concern, before turning back and heading into her home. He was worried about her, how adorable.

Mar got breakfast, eating at the speed of light, and soon found herself at the door once again debating with herself. Should she go out, possibly being accosted by the weirdos once again, or does she stay put and avoid all the hassle? Mar was sure that staying put would be horribly boring. She didn't even have her Harry Potter to keep her company. On the other hand, if Itami dared to try molesting her face again, Mar would end up on trial for murder. Boredom, life in prison, boredom...

With a sigh, and a sense of impending doom, Mar opened the door and headed towards the village. Ducking her head to try and avoid detection, Mar quickly made her way through the crowds and finally found the park she had been chased from yesterday. Finding a bench, and double checking her surroundings, Mar sat herself down and proceeded to reflect on her dilemma. Home, her actual home not the one she'd recently adopted, and how to get there. Not that she didn't appreciate the ability to do what fans everywhere would kill to do, but Mar wasn't really interested in being a ninja. Or having an epic adventure, for that matter. Epic adventures tend to be accompanied by ridiculously high death tolls. Mar was a bit too attached to her skin to risk it.

Her musings on home morphed into musings on how she was destined to never know a peaceful day in her life, due to the shadow that fell over her face. Opening her eyes, Mar found herself staring up into an all too familiar face. "I am not your girlfriend, go away." Itami flinched at the deathly cold tone of voice, but refused to retreat. He was a bigger idiot than Mar originally thought. "I've decided that you aren't pretending not to recognize me, and therefore must have amnesia!" Itami announced, ignoring the people who stopped to stare at his rather loud proclamation. Mar just stared at him, a chill running through her as she caught on to where this was going. "So, I'm going to remind you of all the memories we have-"

"No." Mar interrupted, a look of horror on her face. "There is no way I would be able to stand being around you for that." Itami flinched again, hurt flashing across his face. Mar pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to remember why murder was bad. "I am not who you think I am, and telling me I'm too stupid to know my own identity is not the best way to go about 'wooing' me." She finally settled on saying, standing with the final word and stalking off while Itami was still too stunned to stop her.

Mar should have known by now not to trust her first instinct as far as decision making was concerned. It never worked out well for her. "That was harsh." Mar spun around, a small sound escaping her that might have been a shriek in a past life. Kakashi was standing there, looking amused at her reaction. Ninja will be the death of her.

"Something told me that harsh was the only real way to deal with that guy. Seriously." Mar dismissed the whole situation with a wave of her hand. "So, you have been following me. Sasuke put you up to it?" Kakashi chuckled, accepting her topic change. "No, he didn't. It was all my own idea." Mar blinked, the provided answer entirely unexpected. "I actually thought of a question for you." Kakashi continued, walking up to Mar and gesturing for her to continue her walk. "Okay, shoot."

"Wasn't your hair blonde, right before we left?" Kakashi asked pleasantly. "Not that I don't like the current color, but it's rather odd." Mar paused, pulling a strand in front of her face to get a good look at it. "Now that you mention it..." Mar had bleached it, for her costume. So, it stands to reason that it should still be blonde and not the dark brown it currently was. "I have no idea." She said absently, twisting the hair between her fingers. "I thought it was strange," Kakashi began, still using that pleasant tone. "that two people would be so convinced that they know you, or rather, that you were someone else. So, I did a little research." Mar dropped the hair, turning to look at Kakashi as they walked along. "There is a person named Momo living in the village. According to her file, she attended the Academy before failing to pass the final exam and dropped out of the program. Momo then proceeded to find a job, and a boyfriend as you've discovered."

Mar was staring at Kakashi now, frozen in place. Kakashi stopped walking a few paces in front of her, turning to face her. "Was there a photo?" Mar asked, her voice sounding distant to her own ears. Kakashi smiled at her before nodding and pulling a picture out of one of his many pockets. Mar reached for it, feeling as though she were about to be given a death sentence. Looking down, Mar stared at her own face wearing a confident grin she wasn't aware she was capable of. "When we ended up with you, it was as cats. Do you remember why we thought that happened?" Mar nodded, unable to speak. She swallowed a few times, then managed to force out, "We thought it was because you didn't actually exist in that reality."

"So why didn't you become a cat when you came here?" Kakashi asked, seeming to be thoroughly enjoying Mar's discomfort. "Because-" Words failed her. "Because you did exist here." Kakashi finished for her, expression becoming a bit more serious. "Momo is this reality's version of you, and when you got here you... replaced her." Mar felt her mind implode. Seriously, there was a small popping sound and Mar found herself unable to form a coherent thought. "So... What happened to the actual Momo?" Kakashi shrugged. "I have no idea, she might just be displaced until you leave again."

"But she might not be..." Well, Mar did have the feeling that she shouldn't leave the house. Her own fault for not listening.