Disclaimer: I don't know, I've said it plenty times by now, if you still don't get it then I don't know what to do! I don't own Naruto. But I can dream...and write this fanfic...which is not for commercial purposes and purely for personal entertainment, so please don't sue this already-impoverished student.

CHAPTER 6: SAY WHAT?

If she could move, she would have shuddered.

Whenever someone asked her what she felt of death, she had always replied that of death itself she had no fear. It was the actual dying part that worried her--she was extremely pain-sensitive and, if possible, would prefer to choose a perfectly painless method of dying. The least painful death she could think of was being put to eternal sleep by use of euthanasia, but even then there was the pain of the syringe needle involved. She hated needles.

However, right now, she wasn't thinking of needles, but of the fate in the shape of a very lethal-looking dagger headed towards her. It didn't seem like a particularly painless way to die. And as it was, she couldn't quite seem to move out of the way, nor would it seem like she would be fast enough to avoid it even if she was able to move. Which, invariably, led to one conclusion: she was going to die, and in a bloody painful manner to boot.

As it was oft to do in times of crisis, her mind began to drift towards dilirium. ...If the world is square and the kunai has a of mass X grams and is moving at a speed of Y meters per second, and it hits my head with a force of Z newtons, then bananas will be orange and the farthest possible distance the blood that spurts out can reach is--

WHAM!

She was cut off mid-thought as something slammed into her side while something else whizzed past her ear. The laundry basket was knocked out of her hands and she was caught up by her assailant into a somersault. Together they skidded across the room until finally coming to a halt against the wall. On the other side of the room, the kunai had embedded itself two inches deep into the opposite wall.

Blinking, she looked up at her savior.

Kakashi looked back at her, relief evident in his visible eye. "Mani atta na..."

She blinked again.

She stared at the kunai. Then at Kakashi.

Then at the kunai again.

Then at Sasuke, who had thrown the kunai.

Then at Sakura.

Then Naruto.

Then at Sasuke again---she abruptly swung her head back to stare at Naruto.

The blonde-haired boy had been putting on a black T-shirt two sizes too small for him and had gotten stuck. He had only managed to get his arms partially out of the shirt, and was flailing and flapping them frantically in a futile attempt to pull the rest of his limbs out. Only the very top of his head of spikey yellow hair was visible through the shirt's neck opening; the rest of his head was still lodged underneath the body of the shirt, muffling his voice into undistinguishable squawks. In obvious distress, Naruto began running around wildly like a headless chicken. Literally.

It took a moment to process that. Even after she took it in it didn't really register, for she dully turned to stare at Sakura again.

Naruto ripped through the shirt and panted for air.

She turned to stare at Sasuke.

Back to the kunai.

Then back to Kakashi.

Then she looked down at herself and realized she was practically sitting in the Jounin's lap.

Dumbly, she looked back up at Kakashi.

And blinked again.

Four pairs of eyes blinked back at her. Or, rather, three-and-a-half pairs of eyes. Apparently, they were all waiting for her to say something.

Say what? Well, there was quite a few things she could say. "Thanks for saving me" for one. "Is is just me, or are you Kakashi?" could be another. Or even, "Um, hello? Sasuke? I know I have long black hair and all, but do I look like Itachi to you?" "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD OMIGAWD OMIIIGAAAAAWD! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" was a very tempting one. "What the hell are all of you doing here!" was yet another possibility. "I'm shocked out of my wits and I want to know exactly HOW and WHY you all came to be here and are mucking around like perverts in my neighbors laundry" would have been quite adequate.

"Errrr..." was all that she could get out of her mouth.

A/N: I'm actually supposed to do my major history-literature paper that's due in two days. I ended up writing this instead T-T gah, somebody save me from my own procrastination! Argh.
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