DISCLAIMER: All Naruto characters are not mine. If I owned Naruto, I wouldn't need to have my OC's, would I?

Second chapter -squee-! I screamed every time I got a review or favorite :) You can ask Cami and Ami, whose ears bled for me. I love you guys -heart-

And to my fans - Reviewing makes me smile :D So please, knock yourselves out if you like what ya read.

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Sasuke forced himself out of bed the next day. He fixed his hair, and trudged downstairs to hate life.

My pretty little eyes? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

He sighed. The years were making Itachi crazier and crazier. If that was even possible. Then again, Itachi excelled in insanity; it was his strong point. Saira was cooking breakfast downstairs, Naruto eating faster than she could cook. Kakashi was reading Icha Icha Paradise, and Sakura was yelling at him for being a pervert. Nothing was new for them. They had no reason to suspect he was any more miserable than usual. Saira smiled at him a little. She always had something small to offer, no matter how shitty her own day had been.

Sasuke sat at the table, and Saira greeted him warmly.

"Ohayo gozaimasu!" She said politely. He nodded in response. "Are you hungry?" she asked. He was surprised that she still pursued breakfast; he never ate it.

"No, but thanks," he says. It took an effort to make more than a grunt. She nodded, and Naruto began his daily "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day" speech.

"Sasuke, how can you expect to train 'till lunch without passing out?! You have to eat! ANOREXIA IS A DISEASE!" Sasuke managed to block the rest out with thoughts of killing Itachi. He chuckled darkly, and walked outside.

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Kayla sat up, smoothing out her robe. She stretched, and smirked.

Another day, another step closer to meeting Sasuke. She sneered at Itachi, who was still asleep (shocker). There, I said it. What you hate for me to say. Sasuke Sasuke Sasuke Sasuke Sasuke! She smiled with self-satisfaction, and skipped outside to stretch. They had a long day of traveling ahead if they planned to get to Konoha so Itachi could laze around.

Sure, it meant nothing to him. But he was just a creepy has-been, in her eyes. Not that she'd admit that; she owed everything to him. Her life, her abilities...everything.

It had sprinkled a bit, and that was enough to get Kisame in a great mood. He hadn't argued with Itachi for the rest of the afternoon. But Kayla didn't doubt that today would be a different story.

"OW!" She heard Kisame yell, and winced. Here it comes...

"Itachi, you kicked me AGAIN!" Kisame complained.

"I was asleep, Einstein!" Itachi protested, speech slurred with drowsiness.

"That's what you always say!"

"Because that's what it always is! Now stop being such a pussy and let's GO!" Itachi always had the last word. He looked over at Kayla, and twitched a bit. He always did when he remembered that she'd cut her robe to mid-thigh. How could she possibly flirt during missions looking like an emo nun?

"Ohayo Itachi-nii. Kisame-kun," she said, pulling her hair back into pigtails. Her hair was glossy and black, with streaks of red. She had long layered bangs that covered her forehead and her left eye. She had three piercings in her right ear, two in her left. She always wore two necklaces; a strinc that wrapped around her neck, with a single white shell on it and a small almost-but-not-quite-a-choker of pearls. Kayla said it was fashion. Itachi said it was puberty.

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Four.

Four years between Kayla and Sasuke. Four days of travel to get to Konoha. Four days for Sasuke to prepare himself as best as he could. Four'o'clock, right after school. Four seconds was all it took for him to spot a glimpse of her, outside the school.

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Hoorah for cliffhangers! I hope you all likes my second addition to this story. And I hope you love Kayla as much as I do!

I'm sorry if I write Sasuke poorly. I do my best.!

Ohayo - an informal good morning, to be used among friends and family

Ohayo gozaimasu - a more formal good morning, to be used with teachers and those you owe respect to, or even random strangers.