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"Excuse me, sir-"

"No, no, no, Charlie, that's much to dangerous-"

"MOVE IT, SUCKERS!"

The Baudelaire's ears tuned in and out of various conversations like badly tuned radios, unable to even hear themselves over the din of the airport. It was bad enough, considering airports are usually crowded, but they happened to be traveling over the winter holidays. The frigid air, excess of people traveling, and tacky decorations just made it more uncomfortable for the already-miserable orphans. Sunny made several attempts to get her brother and sister to hear her over the clamor of the airport, all in vain, before deciding to simply drag them into the less noisy gift shop that was currently selling hats.

"Blimpfo?" Sunny inquired, meaning something along the lines of "How much time do we have to get to the terminal?"

"Well, Sunny, it's 7:30 right now and our plane begins to board at 8:15, so we have 45 minutes. We get to board first because parties with children under the age of three are allowed on the plane before anyone else. I read that in a book called Airport Etiquette." Violet picked up her baby sister while Klaus answered Sunny's question.

"Mr. Poe has already checked in our luggage, but we still have to schlep(1) these carry-on bags around with us. We'd better get moving, guys. Klaus, we should take turns carrying Sunny's stuff."

And so the children left the semi- peace and quiet of the hat store and reentered the pandemonium of the crowded hallway between terminals 7 and 8.

The children dragged themselves along (except for Sunny, who was being carried) and, as politely as they could, forged a path for themselves amidst the ocean of people surrounding them.

Only when they finally reached their terminal a half hour later did the Baudelaires remember that, in their hurry (or, at least, Mr. Poe's hurry) to get to the airport, they had forgotten to eat breakfast, and by that point, all three of their stomachs were not just grumbling, but outright roaring for food. Not wanting to waste the snacks they had brought for their flight, in case the airplane food was actually as bad as it is rumored to be, they used the pocket money Mr. Poe had given them to buy a delicious-looking blueberry scone and two cups of tea from Starbucks. After fixing their tea and pouring a small cup of milk for Sunny, the orphans sat and devoured the scone sitting between them. While ingesting their makeshift breakfast, the children kept a sharp lookout for the one person they hoped beyond hope they would never see again, while discussing their new home.

"Klaus, have you read any books on Japan?" Violet inquired.

"Yes, but I really don't think it will help. Where our new guardian's contact information said we're going is a place called Konohagakure, and all I can figure out about it is that its name means 'village hidden in the leaves,' and that's because the translation was written next to the actual name!"

"Well, can you tell us anything about Japan as a whole?"

"The weather in December is between 39 and 53 degrees Fahrenheit. They say their family name first, then their personal names. For example, I would be Baudelaire Klaus, but people would still refer to me as Klaus. Unless they're using honorifics, in which case I might be Klaus-san or Klaus-kun. I'm not really sure how to use them, so we'll just have to ask our new guardians."

"Meebles."

"I hope it's enough, Sunny."

"Attention passengers for flight 287 to Nigata, Japan (2). All parties with children under the age of three may begin to board."

"That's us, guys. Klaus, can you take Sunny please?"

"Sure, Violet."

As they hiked up to the ticket check, someone behind them asked, "Aren't you two a little young to be parents?"

"Oh, no, we're not her parents. She's our sister."

"Oh, sorry," the person replied, although they did not sound very sorry to the Baudelaires.

Once on the plane, they settled into their seats, putting their carry- on bags under the seat and checking every person that passed for the signature shiny, greedy- looking eyes of Count Olaf.

"Attention Passengers. Thank you for choosing..."

"We don't have to listen to this- I already know what it's going to say," began the middle Baudelaire. "There are life jackets under the seat. If we need oxygen, the masks will come from the ceiling. There are safety instructions in the pockets in front of our seats, stuff like that. Our nearest exit is over there. We don't have anything like laptops or iPods to disrupt the frequency, and we don't have enough money to purchase a film to watch during the flight. That's about it. Oh, and keep your seat belts on until the seat belt light turns off."

The Baudelaires waited several more minutes for the flight attendant's speech to end, and were all grateful when they heard the closing phrase.

"... Thank you, and have a great flight."

The plane began liftoff, and the Baudelaires instantly regretted their decision not to buy a pack of chewing gum- or, at least, Violet ad Klaus did. Sunny wouldn't have been allowed to chew gum anyways. Klaus whipped out one of his books, Violet tied up her hair and began to think of how to build an airplane so your ears wouldn't clog up, and Sunny promptly fell asleep. Once the plane was at a safe altitude for trays to be lowered, Violet whipped out some paper and began to draft blueprints for her new machine. For the next five hours, Violet thought up mechanism after mechanism, Klaus finished three books, and Sunny was chewing delightedly on a rock, which was just the right size for her small mouth. However, after two hours, a lunch/ dinner comprised of chicken sandwiches for the elder Baudelaires and some raw vegetables for Sunny, and a loud and annoying argument between a middle-aged man and a steward about the sanitary state of the bathrooms, the three orphans into a deep sleep. In fact, they had been so sleep-deprived as of late that they did not awaken until they had reached their destination.

After they had left the plane, they were more-or-less smacked in the face with an entirely new culture. All around them were signs in a calligraphy that made no sense to them. The siblings looked all over for someone who looked like they might be looking for three children.

Sakura, zooming down the highway, was on her way to the airport. The Haruno's car was not big enough to fit the whole family, so her parents had sent her to pick up her new siblings alone. Her brother was busy hanging out with his little Genin friends and her parents had "other business" to attend to. Normally she would not have been a legal driver, but age restrictions were lifted in the case of the ninja population. Chuunin level and above were trusted with dangerous missions and weapons, so why couldn't they be trusted to drive a car? Only genin and non-ninja had to follow age restrictions. However, she was rather distracted from the fact that this was the first time her parents had let her out of the house alone with the car. She had been smacked in the face with so much information that her brain was not working to the best of its ability. Naruto was back, the two of them were on a team with Kakashi-sensei, and her parents were adopting three children from America! It was almost too much to take in at once. Heck it was too much to take in at once!

Shaking her head as if to clear out distractions, she glided the car gracefully into a parking space and went inside to retrieve her new siblings. "This should be easy," she thought. "Just look for three American kids who look lost and afraid. Piece of cake!" After several inquiries, the kunoichi strode over to where the international flights had come in and began looking for her new family.

"Um, excuse me, do you know the Harunos?"

Sakura nearly jumped, but instead just settled and whipped around to see the speaker. "Jackpot! These must be them!" her inner self exclaimed.

"Yes, I am Haruno Sakura. I take it you three are the Baudelaires?" She informed in perfectly executed English.

"Are your parents here?" inquired the boy. Klaus, his name was.

"No, they're busy. I'm here to take you home."

"Nalput!"

"What our sister means is that you look kind of young to drive."

"Well, age restrictions don't apply for me. I'll explain when we get home."

And with that, the awkward foursome made their way to the car, completely oblivious that their lives had just changed forever.

Explanatory Notes:

(1): Schlep- drag

(2): In this fic, the hidden villages are located on an island of the coast of Nigata.

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