It was nighttime in Konoha and the rookie 9 were all heading home from their training. But, was there something going on that they were all unaware of?

Just Breathe

BY: Ruri

EDITED BY: Chima

Sasuke x OC (Sen)

Disclaimer:Do you really think I'd own Naruto? Really? Ptchh, hell no!

Chima agrees.

CHIMA: I agree.

RURI: I already said that, smart one.

CHIMA: I am smart, aren't I?

RURI: -.-;;;

(Sorry for the wait! But, to make my day because we just found out that one of my cousins is dying, and we're very close to him, so could you please review to make our day ((CHIMA: Ruri's repeating herself again . . . -.-;))? Please?) (Sorry it's so long!)

Chapitre Un: (French, heeheehee, makes me sound smart!)

Sasuke woke up at about, oh, say, three in the morning because of some bizarre noise coming from his bedside table. He looked over to the new device on it and then remembered the sidekick. He sighed, sat up in bed, and grabbed the sidekick. On the screen was a message from not one person, but two people. And not just any two people, but his two craziest fangirls: Sakura and Ino. He sighed yet again and put the sidekick back on the table, but it was useless; now the whole AIM thing was getting to him, and he was curious. He picked it up and first checked Sakura's AIM. It read:

PinkSaku: Hey, I couldn't wait to try it out!

EmoBoy: So you decided to try it out at three in the morning?

There was a slight pause and then,

PinkSaku: It's 3:03.

Sasuke sighed and rolled his eyes.

EmoBoy: Will you shut up?

PinkSaku: :(

EmoBoy: dobe

And he X-ed out of the AIM and checked Ino's, for a reason he, myself, Chima, and even you don't know...

BlondYakka: HI SASUKE-KUN!

EmoBoy: Why three in the morning, baka?

BlondYakka: Aww, you grumpy?

EmoBoy: IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING!

BlondYakka: ... no, it's 3:11.

Sasuke sighed; were these crazy, sleep depriving girls going to do this all the time?

EmoBoy: Just shut up.

And he signed off. And it was a miracle that he found the 'sign out' selection there because he was about to go crazy because of the social-contact.

"This is crazy," he said to himself. Surprisingly, he got an answer.

"No, what's crazy is you talking to yourself," the voice said, teasingly.

"What the heck?" he screamed, whirling around in the direction of the voice; it was coming from his bedroom door, but the door was closed... and the voice wasn't muffled.

"Now, don't be like that," it said. This time, Sasuke knew where the voice was coming from, or better yet, what voice it was and where the voice was most likely: the window. So he sat up and opened the window a bit more than it was already.

"Sen," Sasuke mumbled, sticking his head out of his window. Nobody was in sight, from what he could tell; was he... wrong? No, he was positive it came from out there... Abruptly, a black-and-red-and-brown head popped up, making him jump into his window (bumping his head). Now, normally he wouldn't be so surprised, but this time Sen had another joke, like every time she visited him. You see, she was attention-seeking, so she made up lots of pranks to pull on unsuspecting passersby. Too bad this time she made her eyes almost exactly like Itachi's. "Don't DO that!" he yelled as he crawled out of the window, rubbing the sore spot on his head.

"Sorry," Sen said, pulling the puppy dog eyes out on Sasuke. Sasuke sighed and pulled her through the window, making sure to lift her just enough so she hit her own head on the window. "Ouch, Sasuke! That was mean!"

"And what you did wasn't?" he asked, pulling his I'm-ever-so-innocent eyes, that he had gotten from Sen, on her.

"Kami, don't do that," she said, making her voice sound exasperated.

"Oi, what're you doing here, anyways?" Sasuke asked, hoping she'd leave him alone so that he could get some sleep. He may be emo, but (some) emo childrens (RURI: hahaha) do sleep, you know.

"Well, I was leaving the training ground about three minutes ago—"

"At three in the morning?" Sasuke asked, surprised.

"—And," Sen went on, ignoring Sasuke's remark, "I realized that Lee had made me get out of my apartment so fast that he locked my door, windows, etc. while leaving the key there, too." Sen sighed, rolling her eyes, "so I need a place to crash overnight."

"And you couldn't ask Sakura?" Sasuke asked, crossing his arms over his, he suddenly remembered, bare chest. And here was Sen, talking away like he had a parka on, or something. He blushed, though it was invisible in the dimness of his room.

"Heavens no, she's asleep and her pink rooms give me a headache."

"And so you thought that I'd be awake. I do sleep, you know," Sasuke added as he saw Sen nodding.

"But you were awake just then," she said, jerking her head towards the sidekick.

Sasuke reddened, remembering he had about three girl's names on the AIM; he'd have to get her away from the sidekick... wait, what was he thinking? "Fine, you can stay in the room you dyed purple. Just don't dye anything else." She nodded and ran out of the room, but first into the wall.

"I am OK!" she yelled from the room two doors down. He hated having the apartment with three bedrooms, one kitchen, two bathrooms, one living room, and one plain old room with a TV, radio, table, etc. in it. It was a pain. The door to the newly christened room (AKA the "purple room") slammed shut and there was silence. Sweet, peaceful silence. Sasuke fell asleep almost as he hit the covers. You couldn't say the same for Sen, though.

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RURI: And this is where the complicating-yet-not-so-really-complicating part comes in. You see, Sen had a diary. No, not really... I'd call it more of a... journal. Yeah, a journal. She'll explain the rest (her past, present, etc.)

CHIMA: Get it? Good. (Too bad it you don't, though)

RURI: -ignoring Chima- And so now it'll be just her journal. It'll be in first person. Well, it'll be her journal most of the time, I guess . . . Hahaha, even I don't know! xD

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Journal

You see, this is not my book. OK, well, now it is, but it wasn't before. It was actually my mother's to begin with. Man, I wish Sasuke'd see me like more of a friend than a prankster. Or more than just a friend...

Maybe I should explain myself, though. You see, I am Sen, heiress of the Hosokawa clan, though not proud of it. My life may be seen as Hinata's. You see, though my mother is still alive and kicking, my father hates me. I'm not kidding. I'm not sure why, though. I'm an average fighter and I "major" in medical needs. What's wrong with that? I'm helping people. But, maybe that's the reason... I'm helping people, but not my father's people. Well, it's not my fault that our clan has special kekkai genkai! It's not my fault... but, what type of clan are we, anyways?

I mean, we have the Inuzuka's fang-marks on our cheeks (with slight curves on the ends that point to our ears), we have eyes similar to the Hyuuga and Uchiha clans (mine are like Sakura's but when I activate my kekkai genkai, they turn a green-gray color and I lose my pupils) and we can, if strong enough, do the mind-jutsu technique like the Yamanaka's. Only, it's different. I can't even begin to explain it, really.

Anyway, my clan originated in Kumogakure, so we are not even close to being related to the Yamanaka's, Uchiha's, Inuzuka's, or Hyuuga's. But, we are related to one family here. Actually, one person: Naruto. To be precise (those extra, as I've labeled them, 'princess lessons' are really starting to rub off one me—kuso), he's my cousin. To be even more exact, he's my cousin on my mother's side. It's confusing, really. I don't even know where to begin to explain my family history, and I don't really want to, either. It's not my fault that my older sister and brother didn't want to be the Hosokawa clan heir(ess) . . . and I'm mad that I can't resign from being the heir(ess), like my older siblings. Why me? Well, it's getting late and now I have to go to bed or else Sasuke'll kick me out. By the way, did you know that I'm in his apartment! His APARTMENT! I have to get some sleep, too. I'm tired as heck. Training. That's what caused this fatigue. Wish sensei give me a BREAK once in a while.

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RURI: Sorry, but I have to cut it at that or else I'd lose some more readers! I'll try to make it longer, if you want! It's just that I type medium-speed and I get less-and-less time on the computer! AHH!

HELP ME!

CHIMA: No.

RURI: Please?

CHIMA: No.

RURI: . . . plea—

CHIMA: NOOO!

RURI: Geez', you could have just SAID so . . .

CHIMA: . . . -.-; You see what I have to put up with?

RURI: -pushes Chima out of the chair- HiBYE!