A/N: Well, seems like I got 2 reviews for the shortie I put up last night. But it was 2 am and I was about to pass out from lack of sleep, so here is the second part. I've been asked on multiple occasions to send someone some of the things that didn't make the cut. Well, I am happy to tell you that you will see such moments in the form of flashbacks. These are some of the most prized shorties I've written, concerning the past of the characters. Other shorties are less than happy, like Tifa's life story. That's just downright depressing enough to kill yourself. But you really get the idea where that toughness came from.

One more thing. Should Malena and Marco be Spanish or Italian? Please answer in your reviews. They were the Konan and Cloud cosplayers with the two kids, Vincent and Tifa, who all ended up in Oto.

Marc: They know the whole truth. They know pretty much everything about Naruto. Furthermore, the way I'm writing MoR, I think I should say that since its 2012 when they end up in the Narutoverse, the Manga was pretty much complete by that time. Which means they also know how Naruto ends. That isn't that relative, since they will change a lot of things just by being there.

Grocamol: Gro-chan, don't insult animals like that. Fia is definitely not a rascal, she's times worse. And she can't help herself. Itachi won't go insane, but the way the Itachi- Fia relationship is going...well, imagine Sasuke and Naruto's relationship. To put it bluntly, Fia annoys the hell out of the stoic Uchiha by divine will.

Chapter 44

Breaking Point Part 2

Uchiha Itachi. Pale skin, vivid Sharingan eyes, calm expression and almost lifeless looking. A perfect killing machine. Time seemed to slow down into an antagonizing stop. This was Uchiha Itachi. He looked so much like her, it felt as if she was looking at a screwed up version of herself. One that made her heart pound in her chest and stop and the same time. Her soul was set aflutter at the though of what kind of horrors he must have been through to end up looking so lifeless and emotionless.

The uncanny resemblance... it was a memento of their own personal tragedies and resolutions. She wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Being a gentle soul with a hard shell outside made her ever so vulnerable to what she was experiencing at that precise moment. And she was experiencing the impact of his glorified gravitation and perfect image. She just couldn't handle it all at once. Not like this. Not now. That and she forgot to breathe.

She fainted.

Of course, to those around her, she had turned abruptly and simply dropped on the ground unconscious. All in the span of few seconds. The dead silence was only broken by the background sounds of the urban setting around the park. Most of the ninja that had been hogging MJ pulled away from them, forming a sort of free space in which tension grew sporadically highward. Fia was playing the dumb bimbo card and just blinked.

'Pathetic.' Itachi's voice was soft and barely above whisper, but they all heard it.

He walked away.

Fia knelt carefully next to MJ whose hazy half-lidded gaze was starting to glisten. The raven haired girl's fainting spell was a mere product of shock and she had lost consciousness for several seconds. Knowing that there was going to be hell to pay, as MJ had heard the comment, Fiona's brows creased into a deep scowl and she stood up swiftly, almost managing to dislocate MJ's left shoulder as she pulled her up with her.

'Hey! Don't call MJ pathetic! She's times more awesome then you would ever be! You're just jealous she has such awesome friends like myself!' She put her hands on her hips.

Itachi stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around to look at Fiona's azure eyes, Sharingan flaring dangerously. The audience took a sensible few steps back, as killer intent slowly began to seep. Rose chose just that moment to come to the clearing, confusion and worry written all over her face. She had no idea what was going on, but by the amount of killer intent about in the air, she easily guessed that Fiona had miraculously had managed to aggravate the stoic Uchiha even further. It wasn't as if Leader-sama hadn't chastised her for her friend's actions up until 5 minutes ago. It was a great dishonour for something like this to happen and she was pretty much sure that soon enough she had to take things into her own hands again, playing her superiority card by age and official rank.

While the god realm had told her that Fiona was a very promising ninja- hopeful, he had also told her she had little to no regard for authority. Leader was right, of course. But Rose had made sure he also knew that she had her own way of expressing her respect for those of authority in her eyes. And that he was one of the few people she respected deeply. However, that wasn't as important as the fact that Itachi was probably this close to using Tsukiyomi on her blonde comrade. And MJ seemed somewhat emotionally distraught.

Yes, it was definitely time to pull the superiority card.

Rose took off her glasses and approached.

'What is going on here?' she asked with a voice that demanded immediate respect. The people in the audience immediately drew even further back and started bowing to her, whispers of 'God' and 'Leader' in the air about them. 'Uchiha-san, weren't you supposed to train the girls? Fiona, know your place.'

She then glanced at her raven-haired female but remained silent. The killer intent in the air immediately dropped. Itachi was now directly staring at her, his Sharingan eyes betraying no emotion save for the microscopic amount of curiosity. For him, Rose just managed to diffuse a somewhat dangerous situation. Apparently this woman was extremely adept at imitating Leader's antics, down to the air of complete dominance about him. That was definitely not in her profile. But as it turned out, Fiona's scowl immediately disappeared and she took several steps back, so she would be right beside MJ. She seemed absolutely quiet. She did, however, steal weary glances at MJ, as if expecting her to explode any moment now.

In all honesty, he called the entire situation pathetic, but the blonde menace was actively seeking confrontation, DESPITE knowing who he was exactly. Just as he was about to give her a piece of his mind via a harmless but frightening version of Tsukiyomi, the red headed Rinnegan bearing woman appeared and took control of the situation. She was good. He would probably have an easier time training them with her on his side.

'I was supposed to do evaluation today.' Itachi finally spoke, his attention appearing to be completely undivided and solely concentrated on L-chan. It was an unnerving feeling as he continued to stare at her, in an completely emotionless manner. But Itachi had to give her credit for keeping up her composure. 'You did not meet my meagre expectations.' He turned to Fiona and MJ. 'You ' he nodded at Fiona.'You lack proper concentration on your tasks and tend to disregard any kind of authority.' Itachi then turned to MJ.'Your Taijutsu is up to par but your other ninja skills are greatly lacking.'We will work on chakra control tomorrow, both of you.'

With that he turned and shunshined away.

For several minutes all of them just stood there. L-chan was the first to recover. She looked at where MJ and Fia were standing. This was definitely not good.

And then, MJ just started laughing like a maniac. Fia inched slowly away, alert in ways that told L-chan enough. MJ had just reached her breaking point.

She stopped laughing and turned towards Fia with a predatory expression of hysteria, rage and psychosis.

'Run away, little girl. Run away.' came her sinfully lustful predatory voice.

'Shit!' was all Fia could muster before she performed a standard Kawarimi with a random person in the ground.

'Jessica-sama!'

Chaos broke loose and ninja tried to restrain the berserk girl from killing her team mate for no apparent reason. Then again they had no idea that Itachi was her idol. L-chan sighed dejectedly. It wasn't worth the trouble to try and resolve the problem for her two comrades. Mainly because MJ was currently breaking noses and limbs at high speed while trying to get away from the grip of the ninja. And because there was no point in dealing with Fia. With a mutter of 'Make sure they don't kill themselves.' to the nearest ninja ( who bowed super respectfully), the busty red head left.

***888***

Shit. Shit. SHIT! Was all that went through Fiona's mind as she was running for her life. And MJ was still gaining on her, despite all those fans of hers trying to stop her. The blonde used any trick she could think of to gain a few more seconds worth of time. Including Kawarimi with random objects and stuff.

Despite the entire ordeal, a tiny voice in Fia's subconscious was cheering happily. It wasn't every day that you get to be chased around in order to get killed by your best friend. For the several next seconds that passed, all Fia could think about was whether MJ would get the Mangekyo Sharingan if she managed to kill her, and that was , of course, if she actually had the Sharingan. She also commended L-chan's excellent impersonation of Pein. Then again, L-chan has always been a Pein Cosplayer so it wasn't that much of a surprise. She wondered what Pein himself would say about that. They were all often enough in his office to know his quirks well enough. And it was bloody funny when they all started bowing. Fia snickered at the thought and picked up her pace. She had a sanctuary to find.

Her happy moment lasted only so long, as a Kunai whizzed by her , making her yelp, and indicating that MJ was still well on her trail and closing in. Why did she have to be such an asshole again? Oh yeah, MJ was cute when she blushed. Then again, MJ was not cute when she went on a frenzied killing spree. And she was so cool and calm all the time, it kinda got boring and was just tempting to mess with her. And MJ had said it well. The situation had really gone out of control. The blonde's only consolation was that she would get to tell the best stories to her grandchildren. That was IF she survived MJ's wrath.

Fiona took another sharp turn and Kawarimi'd herself with a nearby trash can. She'd almost forgotten how good MJ was when she was REALLY determined. Most of the time she wouldn't give things the light of day, simply because she was too good to mingle with said things. While MJ was an elegant and gentle, kind girl, there was that sarcastic and cynical exterior that made her look more like a snobby brat than a nice girl. She remembered her when she first met her. She remembered her so well...

***Flashback***

-September, 2004, London-

'Alright, men, women, we're looking for a 9 year old blond girl with blue eyes, slightly tan, a bit on the puffy side. She's wearing orange overalls, blue shirt and an orange, blue and white jacket. She was last seen near Covent Garden.' The policeman briefed his fellow police officers and when he was done they split up in groups of two to search the area.

Of course, they were looking for a 9 year old Fiona Johnson, who had obviously ditched her parents for a more private tour of London, while they were conducting this business lunch she wasn't allowed to attend to.

Alright, she told herself, the coast is clear, no one is looking and I've got my jacket off and my hair in a ponytail. No one will recognise me as long as I act natural. That was at least the basic thoughts that went through her little blond head. Her azure sapphires for eyes were scanning the street carefully, like a hawk, not missing a single detail. The light went green and she crossed the street, next to an old man who would've easily appeared to have been a grandfather taking his granddaughter for a stroll. Naturally, no one would suspect anything.

A mischievous smirk that did not belong to a 9 year old appeared as she reached the other side of the street and now she elegantly made her way away from the old man. She felt very smug at that particular moment. And that policeman was RIGHT behind her, the dolt.

Now, all she had to do was sneak in the British Museum and take a close look at all the specimens there. Fiona was only a turn away from Great Russel Street. Soon enough, with a bit more stealthy moves on her side and tailing behind the backs of several policemen, she was finally in line for the British Museum. Now She needed a good enough distraction in order to enter without being seen. So she did the most logical thing a logical genius of 9 years of age could think- she started discreetly tying shoe laces here and there. There was always a use for nimble fingers whose light touches were almost unnoticeable. To the onlookers, she appeared to be a girl who had trouble tying her own shoe laces. The best way to hide was in plain sight. She would've laughed like a maniac if the situation was not as delicate.

Her parents were going to ground her for at least two weeks for this stunt, so she had to do her best to get caught as late as possible. And first in her plans was the British Museum, where she planned to look at everything and then she was going to move onto a different famous location, most likely Baker Street. And since the British Museum was fairly big, and it was already past noon, she would most probably sleep in the museum itself, in the sleeping bag she had prepared. You can't intentionally try and pull of a private tour of London without a sleeping bag. Especially not when you were a 9 year old cute girl, and there were many, many awful things out there like murderous psychopaths, smugglers and paedophilic rapists. She was still armed with a pepper spray... just in case. Her emergency repair kit was with her as well, if need be. But for all her preparedness she had only 50 or so Euro on her, which would most likely last her a few days, for food alone. It was all she needed. She doubted that on her own she could last longer- not all policemen were dolts. And they were twice her size.

And so, our little heroine had ended up leisurely examining whatever the British Museum could offer. She even found a nice spot where she could hide tonight!

Several hours later the blonde girl found herself passing the Egyptian collection again where she noticed that the girl she saw every time she passed by this part of the museum. And all she did was lifelessly stare at one of the statues. The realisation that this girl was going to turn soon into a statue herself, if she kept that up, made Fia walk over to her. The girl was dressed in what appeared to be an expensive school uniform of a private school for girls. She was still holding her back pack in fact. Given how long she was here, Fia figured that she hadn't gone to school, and yes, it was a school day today. Her hair was long, silky and straight, of raven black colour. Her skin was pale and her eyes were of crystal blue colour. There was no emotion written on the girl's delicate face and she seldom made any sort of movement, save for blinking and breathing.

'Hi, I'm Fia! Who're you?' The blonde smiled brightly at the girl, who turned to look at her after being startled out of her deep thoughts. It took her several minutes before she spoke back to the persistent looking orange...thing.

'Good afternoon.' That was all she said before turning back to staring at the statues.

'You know, you should be at school.' Fia exclaimed after several more minutes of utter silence.

'Why aren't you at school yourself?' the raven head shot back, turning to give the blonde a look of superiority.

'Cus my parents said so, Snobby-chan, so Nya!' Fia poked her tongue at the delicate girl and she pulled away with slight fear and disgust. Fia's eyebrows shot upward in surprise. That was not the reaction she had expected.

Again, awkward silence. But this time the girls were staring at each other. One with suspicion and slight animosity, and the other with unyielding interest and disturbing openness.

'People go to school for a reason you know.'

'Says the hypocrite. I'm on a business trip with me folks.'

'Then why don't you go bother them and let me be?'

'Cus if I go to them now, I'll be grounded for like two weeks. I'm here on a business trip with them and that means by their standards no sight-seeing. Which is so totally uber bleh! So I decided to do my very own trip around London to do some sight-seeing. I'll be spending the night here and then I'm off to the other sights. What about you, Snobby-chan? What brings your royal behind here?'

The snobby school girl actually blinked a few times, trying to process the mouthful of an answer the blonde orange thing blasted at her. Why was she even talking to her again? Couldn't she see she's busy? Busy contemplating the death of her beloved big brother... She felt a pang of sadness and grief in her heart.

The pale girl's features harshened.

'That is none of your business. I do not even know you and therefore I have nothing to share with you. Good day.'

With that she turned to leave, but Fia stopped her.

'Hey! Just because you're snobby doesn't mean I don't wanna be friends! Besides, I already told you my name which was the polite thing to do! Hey! Where are you going?'

Fia jogged up to the now swiftly pacing away British girl. But then several policemen walked into her line of sight and she had to ditch The Pursuit of the Snob in favour of saving her own ass. She hid in the men's room since they wouldn't check there in a million years.

As planned, she spent the night there.

***888***

That night Michelle watched the news with her parents. Apparently a 9 year old blonde girl has disappeared and the police was looking for her. When her picture was shown, the pale girl immediately recognised her. Her parents noticed the unhealthy looking interest their daughter showed while watching that particular bit of news. They looked at each other.

'Darling, your principal called. She said you skipped school today. You shouldn't do that, you know.'

'I know, mother. It's just...'

'It's alright, Michelle, we understand. We miss him too.' Michelle's father put his hand on his daughter's and squeezed lightly.'But he is probably watching you and is sad that you are miserable. You should try to move on.'

'I am done with my dinner. May I be excused to my room.'

After a slight pause, her father answered.

'If you want to, sweety.'

'Thank you.'

With that, Michelle stood up from her place at the table and curtsied at her parents. She went to her room, her dinner merely jumbled up, but essentially untouched.

'The psychiatrist said the pills should help her. She isn't improving at all.' Father sighed.'I should've looked up more alternatives...I barely stand seeing her like this.'

'I know, love. But it isn't wise to treat her ourselves. I'm an ophthalmologist and you are a plastic surgeon. Furthermore she is our daughter. It isn't wise to treat her ourselves.'

'I just don't know what to do any more… I don't want to lose her as well.' a single tear fell down his cheek.

'I know, love. I know.' the woman kissed her husband's cheek and relaxed her head on his shoulder.

***888***

Michelle closed the door quietly behind her. She knew she had to take her pills, but she was too proud to do that. She felt that if she took them, the last shred of hope would be destroyed. Was she so utterly unstable and psychotic that she just had to take pills? Wasn't the gossip and the stares enough? Couldn't they just let her grieve in piece? She just...needed more time to come into terms with her brother's death.

And that annoying girl! Why did she care about her. She should report her to the cops. Causing so much trouble to her parents! Has she no shame? Doesn't she know that they would be worried about her? And she wasn't even a girl in Michelle's opinion! She was an orange...THING... in overalls! Oh! She would give her a piece of her mind, if she found her in the museum tomorrow! She was such an annoying girl! Calling her Snobby-chan of all things! What the hell was Snobby-chan? And she!... she said she wanted to be friends...

Michelle's anger slowly dissipated and gave way to the curiosity that she felt earlier. She felt bad for a moment. The girl, despite her horrendous manners, had been trying to be friendly. And she had pushed her away.

Michelle had no friends. She didn't count those play dates her parents organised all the time. It was nice of them though. The Woodsworth siblings were OK, and they didn't have parents. Their butler took care of them. He was a nice old man and he made the best hot chocolate.

At school most of the people pitied her and she hated that, hence she stayed clear of most of the girl 'camps'. Gossip still spread though. Sometimes she barely restrained herself from saying things that were not suited for a little lady like herself. Things that would've made a vagabond like that orange thing proud. The idea gave her a bitter sweet feeling.

Why did she want to be friends, anyways? She would know tomorrow, that was for sure.

***888***

Morning came sooner than she would've expected, and Michelle made sure to prepare herself for the day. She was even thoughtful enough to get that orange thing something to eat. She was sure that with all the commotion about her, she wouldn't be able to buy normal food. She shuddered at the thought. No one deserved that kind of thing... except the sick bastard that killed her brother and five other people. She shuddered again.

The maids looked at each other when Michelle had requested more food. Her parents had told them she hadn't eaten last night, so they had prepared extra anyways. But why did she want even more? Michelle was typically pecking at her food. She rarely ate more than half of her portion. They knew something was up, but complied anyways.

Of course, the maid that escorted her to the bus station noticed that she took a different bus than usual. Michelle had told her not to worry, and that she was going to the British Museum if her Parents asked. Unlike most of her snobbish peers, Michelle always took the public transport. She disliked the unhygienic-ness of if all but her parents were right about building character, and saving the environment. Plus she felt more at ease with larger groups of unknown people about her.

Soon enough she was at the British Museum, and she was carefully looking about for wisps of blonde hair and orange jumpsuit.

'Hi!'

Michelle jumped in fright and turned around to be face to face with the orange thing.

'Good morning to you too.' the pale girl greeted back, while blinking away the fright spell.

'So, you here to stare at the cat statues again? Doesn't it get boring after a while?'

'Actually, I am here because of you. You were on the news last night. Care to tell me how you managed to sleep in this...drafty place?'

'Oh, you get used to it after a while. I have an extra puffy sleeping bag with me. It's a bitch to carry around with all the other shit in my bag- what?'

Michelle had been cringing at the girls language.

'Would you mind not using such foul words? Your offensive language is hurting my sensitive inner ear.'

'Oh, OK, Snobby-chan! Hey! You brought food!'

And the blonde menace promptly grabbed the lunch box from the girl and unceremoniously opened it to see what was inside.

'Letuce sandwiches? Soy milk? Bleh! Oh, at least the chocolate is real!' She grabbed a chocolate candy bar and tried to open it only to find it missing from her hand and in the protective clutch of a now dangerously glaring pale snobbish little lady. 'O-K. You can keep the chocolate...but seriously! This isn't food! You don't know what food is, until you try a real, big, fat and juicy hamburger.

Michelle looked a little green.

'Urgh. No, thank you. I'd rather have my lunch box back if you are not going to eat anything healthy.' And she promptly took her lunch box back.

'Healthy? This ain't not healthy food woman! This here is GMO suicide!'

'I'll have you know that the products are GMO free. My personal maid has checked.'

'Still, soy milk? What's next? Tofu cheese-cake?'

'Of course.'

'You're impossible! How are you even ali- oh yeah. The chocolate. Even snobbish brats like yourself can enjoy simpler things in life.'

'I do not see why you are complaining from my choice of diet when you yourself are overweight and do not have any food at the moment.'

'Of course I have food on me!' Fiona exclaimed back, a little too vigorously, growling a little even. She earned the stares of two old Japanese ladies who gasped. 'What are you staring at, old coots?' The blonde shouted at them in fluent Japanese, which made the two old Japanese ladies to swiftly trot out of there.

'That was uncalled for.'

'Yes it was! The shorter one called me a hobo!... I think...'

'Chances are she did not.'

There was silence, but not an uncomfortable one.

'So...what were you doing here again?'

'I came to make sure you have not starved to death nor that you have poisoned yourself by eating hazardous food.'

'Honestly, how old do you think I am?'

'Eight, nine at most.'

'I have ration bars, thank you very much! And I have some 50 euro which should be enough to cover-'

'You are practically on national television and you think you will be able to dodge the police for as long as you'd like?'

'I can sure try!' Fia flashed her a cheeky smile.

'You are the one who is being impossible. I do not know what possessed me to seek you out again.'

'Morbid curiosity?'

'It was a rethorical question.' Michelle glared.

'So, what's your name. I never caught it.'

'Oh. Pardon my horrid manners. My name is Michelle Jessica Keats... though I am not sure if it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.'

Fia giggled.

'Your English is funny.'

'And yours is atrocious. Look, I know you plan on being a fugitive for a few more days but like the dedicated citizen of this Kingdom, ruled by her Majesty, the Queen (bless her soul), I feel responsible for your well being, especially when you have taken interest into our culture to the extend of running away.'

Fia blinked.

Silence.

'Must I repeat myself?' there was irritation in Michelle's voice.

'Oh, no. I caught that. You just tend to raise your chin when you talk about yourself, thats all.'

Michelle's brows creased in irritation. She then sighed ( and counted to 10). The pale girl pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. For a moment Fia thought she was calling the cops.

'Samantha, would you come over to the British Museum. I'd like to have a guest at home. Of course. I will call Mama and Papa when I arrive with my guest. Yes, of course. Prepare lunch for two and some clean set of clothes. … And the bathroom. Yes. Thank you. Of course.'

Michelle put her cell phone back into her pocket and looked at the staring blonde.

'You really raise your chin when you talk all high and mighty.'

'Silence yourself for a few moments, please. Do you have all of your things with you? You are coming with me home. If I am to escort you on your tour about London, I expect you to be at least of presentable appearance. Those horrid orange...clothes... Will. Not. Do.' Michelle scrunched her nose up in disgust.

Fiona just shrugged and followed her. This was proving to be interesting. Who knew she was going to tour about London with a genuine British snob? She was extatic.

***888***

Apparently, this Michelle girl lived outside of London. In a really big and expensive manor. With servants and guards and everything.

'Welcome to Keats Manor. Please feel yourself at your leisure... then again, don't. Knowing how disgusting you can be, I should probably direct you to the closest bathroom to get yourself adequately sanitized. Miss Samantha has prepared a bubble bath for you and some new clothing while the other maids take care of...your current...attire.'

Fia wondered why she hated her lovely cute orange outfit. The overalls were so adorable! And her jacket was almost the same as that anime character, Naruto, whose anime had started airing recently. It felt good to have some sort of rise in popularity among her school peers, especially when you uncannily resembled the lead character. She expertly ignored the tiny voice of her subconscious that told her her peers also laughed behind her back and called her 'class clown'. She was more of a class menace, really. Oh well.

The genuine English Snobbish Bubble Bath, as she had dubbed it, was nothing short that amazing. When she got herself dressed, one of the maids helped her dry her hair and even styled it. Fia actually startled herself by looking at one of the mirrors. She actually looked like one of those cherubims she had seen in the British museum. But that was not how she felt. And she felt like a wild child, a citizen of the world. She felt free of the oppressive single mindedness that kept surrounding her lately.

'Miss, Lady Michelle is expecting you in the dining room. Lunch has been served.'

'Oh, of course. Give me a sec.' Fia took one last look before coming down with the maid.

And of course, Fia just had to stop and look around the dining room. It was huge! And so lavish and luxurious and everything! Just then Fia thought what it would be like if she lived that kind of lifem with that kind of comfort. To have someone taking care of every single whim. The blonde smiled wistfully. Her parents were well off, but rarely something could compare to an age old wealth in the form of inheritance. Maybe she could earn some money on her own someday? Her parents always forbade her this and that and always nagged her about being irresponsible and stuff. She wondered why hadn't she thought of making money herself earlier.

She shrugged.

'Are you going to stand there and make a fool of yourself by gaping, or are you going to dine with me?'

'Hold your horses! I'm coming at my own pace.'

Just then, there was a small smile forming on Michelle's lips. Something that her ever loyal maids hadn't seen ever since her brother had died.

Maybe it was a little irrelevant, but Michelle's brother had been a stud and a half, almost as handsome as his father, who was a well known sex god around London, and ungodly faithful to his wife, for all those fangirls' misfortune. The young master's death had been a heavy blow to the poor maids' hearts. It was because of that that they took extra care of the young mistress, as she had been the pride and joy of her big brother.

The two were eating in silence, save for the occasional noisy gulp or munch that came from an ever ravenous blonde.

'So, where are we going first?'

'Excuse me? I wasn't listening.'

Fia swallowed and repeated her question.

'I was thinking to make a tour with a vehicle around London and then visit wherever you feel like.'

'Are we going to tour in a limousine?'

MJ creased her brows in irritation. But...on second thought...why not?

'If you desire so.'

'Great! I can't wait to mumbo-jumbo in a limo!' she smiled cheekily, earning a disgusted grimace from the pale girl, who had the misfortune of seeing a half-chewed bite of chicken.

'Please refrain from doing that in the near future, if you could be so kind?' Michelle managed to say, while holding back her urge to vomit.

'Sorry.' Fia apologised.

'Apology accepted.'

For several minutes there was only the clatter from Fia's utensils. Michelle was already done with her fill.

'Are you going to be finished soon, or are you going to finish yourself first?'

Fia burst into snorts.

'Urgh! There's chicken inside my nose!'she yelped a second later, holding her nose with both hands, with a pitiful expression on her face.

Michelle promptly turned green and fainted.

-30 minutes later-

'This is one big limo!' Fia exclaimed while looking at it with up most interest.'Can I see the engine?'

Michelle stared at the weird girl. Why did she always ask such weird questions?

'I come to the conclusion it will not be harmful for either of us. Just don't touch anything, I do not wish to see you dirty again, especially when you had to change your clothes after lunch.' Michelle started to turn green at the still fresh memory but she stoically shook it off. 'Am I clear?'

'As an Uke's ass!'

For a moment the pale girl wondered whether to cry or to call one of her guards to beat the blonde's face in. The moment passed.

'You have five minutes.'

-5 minutes later-

'When I said five minutes, that did not mean you were obliged to count the seconds.'

'But I like counting seconds.'

'You are aware that that is a possible sign to have doctors working with psychological pathology concerned with your mental health, are you not?'

'Feh, I'm just too smart to keep my smarts to myself.'

'I fail to see the relevance.'

'I've been to several shrinks. According to them, I am some kind of rare prodigy with extraordinary focus.'

'You are rarely focused in my presence.'

'Because I'm busy being focused at other things.'

'Care to give an example?'

'…'

'As expected.'

'You just like being smug, but that's OK, Snobby-chan. I still wanna be friends.'

'…'

Fia smiled brightly.

That had been the beginning of an everlasting and beautiful friendship. After several days in which Fia spent with MJ, her parents finally caught wind of her and on the last day of their bussiness trip they found their daughter and her host talking to each other, saying their goodbyes.

'You should refrain from calling me this 'Snobby-chan', Fiona, or you will regret it dearly.'

'There is no way in the seven hells that I will call you Michelle! How about MJ?'

'My name is wonderful and for your information it means 'God beholds the god-like descendant of the bold!'

Fia was clearly unimpressed.

'No wonder you are so full of yourself.'

'Hn.'

'See! There is that attitude again!And my name means the Fair Gracious Gift of Jehova, so Nya!'

'What have I told you about doing that?'

'Not to do it, but I go against your principles and do it anyways. Still, even Michael is better than Michelle!'

'You are impossible.'

'Michael, like Michael Jackson!'

Michelle rolled her eyes.

'I've had a blast with yah. Well, see ya, Michael! We'll keep in touch!'

Fia left with her parents, leaving the pale girl with a warm glowing feeling within her. Of course she would keep in touch. She'd even write her some old fashioned but very classy letters like the ones she fawned over at that antique shop. It was nice to have a friend. And Paris was not THAT far to visit.

***End of Flashback***

'Eep!'

Another kunai whizzed by!

'Stop running and fight like a real man!'

'But you told me to run!' Fia yelled back at her frenzied friend.'Kawarimi!'

'Get back here you coward!'

'Cowards live to see another day! Eep! Kawarimi!'

'Arghh! Stop moving so I can kill you, damnit!'

'No wai! Kawarimi!'

Those shouts could be heard all over Amegakure.

'Itachi, what is going on.' Pein asked the stoic Uchiha who was before him in his office.

'Michael-chan is trying to kill the blonde.'

'And you are not stopping it. Why?'

'It is a good exercise for both of them.'

'I see. Your report?'

'Michael-san is quite adept at Taijutsu, as her report stated. Rose-san is interesting though. The woman is obviously leader material and she was kind enough to help me subdue the other two without unnecessary force. Fiona lacks discipline of any sort but is as devious as her report says and even more.'

'If it wasn't for Rose-san's usefulness, they would not be here. Then again all of them would prove to be powerful assets to Ame.'

'Of course, Leader-sama.'

'Do you think you can handle all three of them, though?'

'Leader-sama?' Itachi was slightly confused, Leader never asked, he only ordered. Then again the girls had proved too much even for some of the best, par the Akatsuki themselves.

'I will not repeat myself.'

'Of course, Leader-sama. I feel I am capable of handling all three. But I prefer dealing with the raven-haired girl. She is need need of the most training, and also shows the most potential in what I have to offer as a Sensei.'

'And the other two?'

'Sasori-san seems to be immune to Fiona's … immature character. He might be able to train her further, especially when he is already using her as a helping hand in his workshop.'

'I have heard about that. I shall take your report into consideration. You may leave, Itachi. Be here tomorrow morning at 6 for orders.'

'Of course, Leader-sama.'

With that, the stoic Uchiha shunshined away in a swirl of leaves, leaving Pein to his thoughts.

A/N: The way things are going, Breaking Point will have a Part three :D So, what do you think about my latest chapter, I think I've given an interesting bit of info about how MJ and Fia met. I have a few more things prepared for the 'Breaking Point' chapter, which is the reason why it takes me so long to update it and also why I'm putting it up in parts. I am also considering adding how Leo and Fia met, though it's more likely that to be saved for a better and more appropriate occasion.

And yet again, I left the best part for Part 3. You're gonna like it :D Contains some Yuri action. That's all I'm saying!