Sly, I hate it when you try to help and make it worse! You just had to tell him! At least I'll never see you again. NEVER! Except over the summer and a bit next year. And, one of these days, my hair will be longer than yours. Muahahaha! Muahahaha! And thanks for the reviews, you guys.

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Chapter 6

Shizune's Visit Part I.

"Ding-dong" went the doorbell. "Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong…"

Three hours later…

"You know, I was waiting for when you would stop, but it's been three hours, Shizune… THREE HOURS! So what do you want?" asked Jirobo.

Shizune blinked.

"Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-KABOOSH!" went the doorbell.

"You do realize that that was Orochimaru's most prized antique, right?" asked Jirobo.

"Uhhhhh," Shizune said. "Can you cover for me? I'll give you five bucks."

"Ten," demanded Jirobo.

"Nine," said Shizune.

"Five. Take it or leave it."

"Uhhhhh…okay, fine. Five," said Shizune unsure.

They turned around to see Orochimaru coming. Quickly, Shizune gave Jirobo the five and ran out the room.

"Jirobo, can you move? I need to check on my doorbell. OH MY GOSH! My precious doorbell! Speak to me!" cried Orochimaru. Turning around, he glared at Jirobo, and in a suspicious growl, he spat, "Jirobo…"

"Darn! It's a fake! ...Oh, hi Orochimaru-sama!" he said nervously. "I can explain! Well, Shizune, she-"

"Don't you DARE blame this on my right-hand apprentice's girlfriend!" fumed Orochimaru. "And besides, if they get married which would most likely happen, they can name their child after me! Kabuto definitely has a better chance of getting married than you. After all, who else would want to go out with a fatso like you?"

Jirobo growled as he left the room. "I'm just pleasantly plump." Strangely unnoticed by everybody, a square rock and upside down box followed.

"KIN! KEEP IT DOWN OR ELSE EVERYBODY WILL HEAR US!" "Excuse me? Zaku, you're the one who's screaming." "Oh, sorry." "Zaku, Kin, you two are both idiots. At least there's one genius among us all. After all, it was me who decided on our disguise."

"Gui!"

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"Tayuya," called out one of the Siamese twins.

"Go rot in Hell, Sakon," Tayuya replied.

"…It's me, Ukon," he replied.

"Oh… What brings you here? I thought for a minute that you were the other bitch. You know, Bitch Number Two."

"Oh, okay…wait… Hey! Why am I Bitch Number One?" he asked.

"Easy. 'Cause you're the 'older brother', aren't you?" she asked. "So what do you want?"

"You seem a bit stressed. Want to go over to the amusement park?"

"Nah. I already agreed to Kimimaro's offer. We're going over to the-" but she was cut off by Sakon who was rushing by.

"Hey! Tayuya! Check out this new move I made! It's so great, I can't believe how great it is!" he exclaimed. "Fuyo no Jutsu!"

A large cloud of smoke covered the entire room. By the time it left, the only thing there was Sakon standing there.

"Cool, right?" he exclaimed.

"Just what I expected from Bitch Number Two," she sighed.

"HEY! Why am I Bitch Number Two?" he complained. "I wanted to be Bitch Number One!"

"Too bad, Bitch Number Two!" she said. "I have to leave now. Kimimaro's waiting for me."

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"Wow! Nice place you've got! It's way much better than the hotels Tsunade rent from," said Shizune as she observed the scrolls.

"You think so? Anyway, you should meet the Five," he said.

"Who do we start off with?"

"Kidoumaru," he said.

They left the room with a box and rock following them. Kidoumaru was busy throwing darts at a picture of Sakon when they arrived.

"Die, baka, die!" he said as he aimed each one onto its head.

"Well, he looks like he's in a good mood," Shizune said.

"Yep, he sure is," Kabuto said. "Next are Sakon and Ukon."

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I'll write more later on. Curse you writers block! Curse you! …And reviews would be appreciated. : ) You should check out Kiba-Fox's stories. No matter how much I try, I could never write as well as her. And we attend the same school!