Datenshi: I want to thank Misery's Prescription, shani505, cherryboo, and alwayslost123 who reviewed and others who faved/alerted this story.

cherryboo: Thank you for the review and I'm happy that you like it. –coughs- Um…you're totally getting drool everywhere though XD Let me get you a tissue. Gosh Itachi I blame you for being so hot.

Itachi: It is not my fault.

Datenshi: Sure…I believe you 100%. *Not* Onward with the story!


Chapter Two: Concern, Confusion and Calamity

The canyon was a muted tranquility. The wan crescent sickle cutting through the dark night sky above shone its opaque moonlight onto the valley's foliage, giving it a silvery kinda polish. It was awfully pretty. But I never realized just how cold it really was until then. The wind was like frigid icicles piercing easily through my cotton jacket.

I shivered and let out a breath, blowing out transparent vapor. Man do I hate being cold. Ironically enough, I love winter. It's too bad it didn't snow in this area of the America. I turned my gaze to the quiet Uchiha, sighing heavily.

"…Itachi…c'mon, let's get back to my place so you can rest," I said gently. "You look tired…"

Obviously whatever he was doing right before he got transported to our world had taken a toll on him.

He looked at me with that crimson, deadly Sharingan, slight surprise shimmering within their blood red depths. I surmised that he is confused. Confused by my compassion. He probably hasn't been on the receiving end of benevolence for a long while…poor guy. My heart always went out to him. Not because he's my favorite character, but rather for all the suffering and malice he received from the village he had betrayed for its wellbeing. I just felt bad for him; he honestly didn't deserve such horrid treatment.

Itachi lowered his smoky black eyes and gave me a curt nod, silently brushing past me and walked carefully on the narrow edge of the subterranean canyon. I stared at him when I realized he was going the wrong way to my house.

"Itachi, you're um, that's not the way to my house," I said in a small voice, hoping he wouldn't get too mad at me for correcting him.

He stopped and looked above his shoulder at me blankly. I flushed brightly and stared at my feet, nervously nudging little dirt clods over the boundary and into the chasm.

"Um…we actually could walk going to the right and reach my backyard, but I think my imouto would freak and think we're robbers or sumthing to that effect and probably come running out, swinging a metal bat. So I think it's best if we get out the canyon and go to the front door."

"…Alright…"

I looked up at him with a happily relieved grin. Yaye! He wasn't mad! Maybe I was just overreacting due to nervousness. But when you're around your favorite character, you may tend to do that.


We shortly arrived at the entrance to my house. I stepped onto the low porch, Itachi unbearably close behind me, and shoved a hand into my jean pocket, fumbling for the house key. Upon finding it, I properly jammed it into the key hole and twisted the silver object. An excited grin lights up my features.

Boy, Kayli was going to be in for a big shock when she sees my delusional fantasy has become a reality! She said I was crazy, well who's crazy now beyotch, cus he right behind me in the flesh, hahahahahaha! Oh, ehem, excuse me for my temporary wild moment. I was so gonna rub it in her arrogant face once I get inside. So preoccupied I was with conjuring up ways to incessantly taunt my imouto that I didn't notice Itachi go completely ridged, on high alert as I swung the door open with a majestically grand flourish.

"I'm back, imouto! And look who showed up—yah!"

Hands from behind pushed me roughly to the ground and as I fell almost in slow motion, I heard the memorable high pitch sound of chirping birds pass over my head…now wait, why does that sound familiar—

Oh snap crackle pop.

I smacked the tile floor and scarcely had time to look up to catch sight of crackling blue energy above my head and a very po'ed looking Sasuke launching a Chidori at his aniki. In one fluid motion, I closed my eyes, sighed, and buried my face into the tile.

"Oh F my life…" I groaned, knowing what was about to happen next.

A brutal earthquake predictably shook my entire house on its level foundation. Wood splintered and chunks of ceiling fell around me from above. I yelped fearfully and covered my head for protection, praying I don't get brained. Fortunately, the stucco stopped falling and thick dust settled instead with the smooth rushing sound of falling sand on ground.

Coughing harshly, I peered through the cloudy debris and caught a fleeting glimpse of Itachi and Sasuke's incredibly high-speed fighting forms clashing in front of me, right in the very narrow, very small threshold!

I next saw them stop briefly, about ten feet from one another, coldly facing each other.

The hazy smoky-like air thinned and cleared and the fire alarm goes off…well crappers. Seems Itachi wasn't the only Naruto character here…but why did it have to be the insufferable karasu out of all characters?! And…why the hell is he in our house anyway?

"Itachi!" I heard Sasuke hiss intensely, "so you're here in this strange world too? I'm glad I don't have to waste my time tracking you down again!"

"Otouto stop. This is neither the time nor place for us to clash in a final battle," Itachi growled sturdily.

"Getting cold feet are we?" he sneered tauntingly. "It's a little too late for that."

I can see Itachi was getting rather frustrated with his stubborn otouto. But the weasel was right. I couldn't have them fighting! My goodness, can you imagine the bill for the caustic damages?! On top of that, I don't want to see Itachi (or anybody for that matter) die here right in front of me. That would be just too painful.

Oh the many woes of being a somewhat compulsive Itachi fan girl.

"Wait, Sasuke!" I cried out, rising wobbly to my feet. "Your brother's right, you can't do this now!"

He turned his glare upon me and looked me over briefly and said, "…You must be that girl's relative."

'Huh?' I frowned, confused by the connotation of his words. 'What does he mean by that—oh!' I gasped out loud in latent comprehension. That's right! No wonder why he's in our house! My sister had to have let Sasuke in thinking he was me!

"Where is my imouto?! By Kami-sama, if you hurt her I will—"

"She's fine," Sasuke interjected bluntly. "I merely knocked her out."

I blanched and swelled heatedly, burning rage rising beyond belief, "You did what?! How dare you! What did she do to you, jerk?!" To my immense aggravation, he completely ignored me and focused back on Itachi! "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Shut up," he snapped, not even taking the time to look at me and say it.

I swear if angry steam could shoot from my ears, it would, because I, right then and there, wanted to throttle the younger Uchiha on the spot, Itachi watching or not. Very unfortunately, I can't because I'm an ordinary person of limited normal strengths and innumerable great weakness. I'm smart enough to know I wouldn't have a chance in Hell against him.

"Enough otouto," ordered Itachi sternly. "I told you we cannot end this here."

"I don't give a damn about what you say! It's time I turned my illusion into reality and finish your worthless existence!" His left hand again hissed with the Chidori and he reached back and withdrew his Kusanagi from its thin sheath, loading it with his Raiton chakra and pointed it directly at Itachi's being, a sinister hate stamped on his pale face, "I will kill you for all the hellish torture you've put me through."

My heart twisted in my chest—I couldn't let this happen now! So I did the stupidest stunt in the probable record of all Itachi fan girls.

I ran right in between the brothers just as Sasuke thrust his blade forward with killing intent at unresponsive Itachi, shielding the elder with my own body. I quickly closed my eyes, waiting for the excruciating impact but it never came. Curious and shocked, I peeked with my right eye and saw the blade pointed at my chest, practically poking me.

Sasuke had stopped just short of impaling me.

Dear sugary fudge cakes. I was literally centimeters within death.

He stepped back, looking a little stunned by my rash act to impede the inevitable fight. Yeah, that was a third of the reason…most was because of the man standing behind me. Oh and also because of the massive cleanup that would've precede it…not to mention murder investigation.

"Get out of my way," he demanded coldly.

"L-listen (I can't believe I'm freaking stuttering!) Sasuke…I know why you want to…k-kill Itachi (I died a little on the inside upon saying that)…but you just can't because…" I hesitated, half wanting to just blurt out the truth, but I couldn't…not with Itachi here. He'd hate me and quite possibly kill me. And I'd be fooling with destiny itself. "…Because…" I continued, taking a deep breath, "As Itachi said, it's not the right place to do so…you do understand that this isn't your world. Please don't do this now…listen to your aniki for once."

The raven stared at me with that piercing Sharingan unblinkingly. I swallowed, wholly unnerved. I don't know why, but he really scared me right at that point. I never felt so utterly vulnerable in my life…well if you count out me and Itachi's splendid first live encounter. Please note the sarcasm.

After what seemed like too many hours, he finally lowered his katana, quickly sheathing it. Sasuke cast me an exquisite glare and then directed a pointed hate-filled one to his aniki in back of me.

"Fine," was all he but malevolently spat out, "We will finish this later once we return Itachi."

"That is fine by me otouto," he replied calmly. Another reason I liked Itachi. He was always so amazingly cool headed in just about every critical circumstance imagined. As for me…well…I panicked…but really…who wouldn't?

Either way, I sigh in relief at the narrowly avoided situation. And wow, I had my very first near-death encounter. Party at my house! Hah, I kid, I kid. It may seem weird, but I wasn't that scared when Sasuke came at me. I had a feeling he wouldn't kill me…he's a douche, but not a douche bag if you understand what I mean. He has a heart (even if it is somewhat tiny) underneath that revenge crazed exterior and there's verification to that. Plus, deep down, I know Itachi would have saved me! Or maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part again.

Oh yeah defiantly wishful.

"Thank Kami-sama," I breathed under my breath. I then turn to Itachi. "Are you okay?"

He gave me a puzzled look again, that 'why the hell do you care' look, but nodded nonetheless.

"That's good to know," I said, beaming at him.

"What is that noise?" asked Sasuke in a tight voice, face scrunched up at the discordant beeping. "It's annoying."

"Smoke alarm…I'll shut it off…" Muhahahahaha suffer Sasuke, suffer!

Doing my best to keep my evil thoughts from reaching my face, I walked back to the door where the central control box was positioned and punched in a few code numbers. The grating beeping died instantly. Afterwards I kicked some fallen plaster pieces out of my way and go to close the door, when a mild voice stopped me.

"Excuse me…"

"Who is it?! I got pepper spray and I am not afraid to employ its stinging prowess!" I yelled instinctively, putting my hands up in a retarded like defense stance.

"Oh…it's just me, your neighbor Jessica Hall…"

I think I'm just hearing things, but I could have sworn I heard one of the Uchiha brothers snort at my impulsiveness and if it was Sasuke (probably was that chicken butt haired mofo), well I can name a few moments where his impulsive ways made him look like a dumbass too. But I must admit that was a dumbass moment for me. I have those moments a lot it seems.

"Oh um sorry about that…" I muttered sheepishly as I opened the door very slightly and come face to face with her.

"No it's fine Sarina."

Mrs. Jessica was a neighbor of ours who lived across the street from my house. She's a lanky lady with dark blue eyes the color of an ocean and elbow length sienna-colored wavy locks. She looked young considering she was almost forty and she has two children, twins, about my sister's age.

The brunette always took the liberty of looking out for us. It's a nice gesture but, come on, I can handle myself…okay…so maybe not as well as most but still. It's not my fault I have two anime characters, who happened to be shinobi, who also happened to be feuding brother's, in my house.

"…So Mrs. Jessica, what brings you here on this lovely night?" I inquired causally as I motioned for Itachi and Sasuke to stay out of sight by means of a flailing hand behind my back.

"Oh…I was just wondering if you and your sister are okay…the alarm went off; you didn't burn anything again did you?"

I laughed awkwardly, "Haha, uh y-yeah, I burned chicken in the stove again, hahaha, clumsy me…"

"Dear you should know better, you're eighteen," scolded the thirty seven year old lady.

…Man I hate when people say that. Just because I'm theoretically an "adult", doesn't mean I'm an adult on the inside! I haven't matured much. Being eighteen is no different than being seventeen really. I was expecting a big change the day before my birthday. But when it happened…nothing happened. I still felt like the same immature Sarina…just a Sarina with more liberties…and not much more than previously too.

"I know I know…" I muttered apologetically, "I'm sorry won't happen again. Please don't tell my parents. They'll never leave me and my sister alone to go on vacations again."

You know what; this was all Sasuke's fault! Now I look like an idiot again! Stupid baka raven face baka baka! Sorry for the rant there.

Mrs. Jessica gave me a motherly look and said in an equivalent to a maternal tone, "Ok dear just be more careful. You are the oldest and you are responsible for your little sister."

"Yes I understand."

"Good. Goodnight dear."

"Night!" I merrily called out to the kind lady, before I shut the door, sporting a relieved grin.

Good thing Mrs. Jessica was willing to believe pretty much anything. She'd probably believe me if I told her the truth. But I don't want people to know about this. Can you imagine the uproar if it got out that Uchiha Itachi and Sasuke had unexplainably arrived in our world? Every single Naruto Otaku alive would flock here like no tomorrow. Speaking of which…I sighed as the reality of my situation began to harshly kick me in the shin.

What in the complex natural order of humanity was I supposed to do now? How was I going to lead a semi-normal life with two anime characters with no clue of this world? I mean it's cool and all but I have school and a job and a life somewhat.

"How do you both know about us?" asked Sasuke, mercifully yanking me out my morbid thoughts.

I turned my head to the raven. He was staring at me solely, probably doing his best to ignore Itachi's presence. Well, I unfortunately had to give him some unspoken credit, because he was doing a good job and was at least putting forth an effort.

Bravo arsehole, bravo. But I still don't like you, so nyah.

"You mean my imouto and me? Well…it's complicated so let me get her up so she can help me explain it. Seriously…why'd you knock her out though?"

"Hn." Sasuke glanced over in the den area where I saw her form sprawled out on the futon, "She threatened to call your police force."

"What?! No Shamu flipping way!"

I burst out laughing, not caring that both Uchiha were staring. I couldn't help it. Kayli of all people tried to call the police on her self-proclaimed husband?! It's absolutely hilarious and ridiculous. If there was one reason Sasuke would knocked her out, it would be because of attempted molestation (yes, I am reasonably serious), not him being threatened by my sister.

"Boy Sasuke," I giggled, wiping a lone tear from my eye, "I never pegged you as funny, but that was amusing…"

"I'm not joking," he stated plainly.

I snorted. "Ok whatever you say, Sasuke." Hey, that rhymes somewhat. Totally awesomesauce.

Narrowed crimson eyes flickered to Itachi and the elder gave a tiny shrug at my behavior. Still chortling faintly, I walked to the den, the two Uchiha noiselessly following behind me. Once I reached the futon, I gave my sister a pleasant whack on the head and she shot awake.

"ITAI! That hurts damnit!" she yelped, rubbing her head. "Who the hell—oh Rina…you're back."

"Yeah duh."

"Good now hurry and call the cops cus—ACK!" She looked over my shoulder, spying the Uchiha brothers, "Holy freaking shrimp crap, now there's an Itachi cosplayer?!"

"Huh, what the hell are you going on about?" I asked blankly. "What cosplayers? And…shrimp crap? Can they even do that?"

"I don't know and, uh hello, the ones behind you! Are you crazy?! Why'd you let him in?!" She pointed a vindictive index finger at Itachi. "…Actually I shouldn't be surprised by that. Figures you would for him."

"Excuse me, but I assume you let the raven here in too, since he was inside when I came home," I reminded dryly. "And they're not cosplayers, they're the genuine Uchiha Itachi and Sasuke."

"Oh no they've brain washed you!" she gasped dramatically. "Or maybe you've finally snapped at long last."

I rolled my eyes at the severely overused line for me.

"Look here imouto: I'm perfectly sane, although I too thought I had finally gone bonkers. But they are as real as you and me and that's saying something."

Kayli still looked unsure, hazel eyes flickering to Itachi and Sasuke suspiciously, "…Then prove it."

"Very well."

Itachi spoke for me and stepped forward. He looked down at Kayli and activated his Sharingan, the tomoes spinning rapidly in a circle. She let out an appalled breath.

"Whoa, whoa, don't Mangekyou my imouto Itachi!"

Please save those crazy eyes for your otouto not my imouto.

"I am not. I am displaying valid evidence." He looked at Kayli levelly. "Do you believe now?"

She blinked a few times in absolute shock. "…Well yeah now. How can I not after that…"

"Yeah and just how retarded are you?" I hissed sardonically at my idiotic imouto. "Why the hell would a cosplayer randomly show up at our house at nine o'clock at night?"

"W-well it is kind of random! What sane person would expect the authentic Uchiha Sasuke to be at their door?!"

"…Huh," I mused thoughtfully, "…I guess you have a point. But it's in fact them."

Kayli nodded dazedly, obviously stunned by the astounding news. Not that I blame her. It's like we're trapped in some blimey fan fiction…

My imouto swallowed thickly and rose from the futon, facing Sasuke, who raised a thin eyebrow at her when she respectfully bowed. Must say, I'm surprised she's not attempting to do a few, ah, moot things I once believed she would do if what was occurring now well…occurred now. She actually has self-control it seems. Props.

"Um…I'm very sorry for threatening you and everything…" she muttered timorously.

"Forget it. It was nothing," At those words, a relieved smile shined on her face. "Why are you reading that?"

Itachi, Kayli and I perked up and look to where he was pointing, which was at the fluorescent computer screen. Simultaneously, Kayli's cheeks went blood red and I bit my lip hard to stop the crazed laughter threatening to getaway. Oh wow. Kayli and her obsession with SasuNaru yaoi had finally bitten her in the ass big time. Bigger than when our mom had caught her reading it…well maybe not that big but our mom had accepted it, albeit grudgingly, that my sister (and admittedly myself at times) were yaoi fans.

"Uh, um, I; omg, what do I say?!" she asked me in a hushed panicked whisper.

"How should I know? You got yourself into this, you get yourself out."

Kayli's hazel eyes turned to narrow slits. "You ass."

"Takes one to know one," I replied in an annoyingly saccharine tone dripping with derision. That's right…I went there.

"Interesting…"

My jaw hinged and dropped open as I saw Itachi looking over the yaoi fan fiction my careless sister had left up. He gave Sasuke a sly, almost playful gaze.

"I never would have guessed foolish otouto…"

The raven's face goes nearly as red as Kayli's, but instead of embarrassment, its wholesome hot-blooded fury. This time I let my giggles overcome me—I had never expected Itachi to say something like that in my life! And I thought Itachi was humorless. Yippee, score one for the weasel! Zilch for the raven so far.

"You bastard," growled Sasuke, his left hand twitching, probably itching to draw his katana and carve that smirk off Itachi's face.

"Sasuke I'm so sorry but, er…" Kayli was truly at a loss for words. It's not her fault really…she's just incredibly hooked by yaoi like many others.

"Ok wait a second, Sasuke, we had a truce!" I reminded sharply. "You and Itachi cannot fight here so please stop."

"I know that."

He calmed down monetarily, but still kept his Sharingan activated and attentive on his aniki, glaring resentfully at him. I cleared my throat and hummed to myself, not knowing what to say or do to break the tense atmosphere that had rapidly encompassed the room.

"…Well…" began my sister awkwardly, effectively shattering the sudden tension, "this is gonna be weird…"

She didn't need to say that aloud. It was already known. The two Uchiha brothers who hate each other (one sided of course) and two sisters who are Otaku fans of their corresponding sibling match brought together under one roof.

Please tell me…can this weird night get any weirder?


Thank you again to all those who reviewed and stuff, you have inspired me to continue on (plus my sister, she wouldn't stop nagging me about it). I should be able to update once a week. I say should because college is going to be a hassle this year; I can feel it and it is only the first week. Le sigh…

Review and Itachi or Sasuke of your choice will give you a lovely early Valentine's Day message! Not even kidding. I will force them. Muhahahaha!