Credit: Ello folks, you know what this stuff says. Kimmy is based off Orlin because he's just so awesome. Naruto doesn't belong to me… Yet… Just watch out Sakura! –shifty eyes-

Chapter Three: I'm WHAT?!

Pineapple Man – Shikamaru as he introduced himself to be – led me back to the hospital. We walked without ever running into the trio of genin. I definitely wasn't in the best of moods and Shikamaru was giving me wary glances. I looked downright scary as my fists clenched and unclenched.

"Are you-" I turned my icy glare to him,

"I'm fine." I seethed and returned to staring at the ground.

"So troublesome." Shikamaru muttered. I grit my teeth and was about to yell some random rant at him. But I was rudely interrupted by Sasuke. Who I was slowly starting to hate with my very soul.

(Third Person)

"Kimm- Kimiko." The Avenger said tauntingly. Kimmy stared at him with confusion present in her furious eyes. "Kimiwhat?" She asked walking up to the soaked shinobi. "Kimiko, it's your name isn't it?" He asked, looking over at Naruto, who turned his gaze away from the two. Kimmy turned to Naruto and said sweetly, "My name is Kimmy. Kimberly if you want to be specific. Not Kimiko." Sasuke smirked slightly and Naruto paled, "I didn't want them to know you aren't from here and throw you out or something for beating us to a pulp!" Kimmy's eye twitched and she took a deep breath. "It's ok." Sakura was thoroughly enjoying this. But she still said carefully, "The Hokage wants you in his office." She said with a sly grin. Kimmy glared at her and cracked her knuckles. "You annoy the living crap out of me. You know that right?" The Texan seethed as she allowed Naruto and Shikamaru to lead her towards the Hokage's office.

(First Person)

I went from angry, to confused, to just plain curious within seconds of each other. First off. What's a Hokage? Second. Why am I letting two bumbling idiots guide me to its office? And third. Why haven't I completely beaten this… Sakura-woman to a pulp?

"Why are we going to… This Hokage Office?" I asked, shrugging Shikamaru and Naruto's hands off my shoulders. They all stared at me with dropped jaws, except Shika. He was probably too lazy, or asleep. Whichever it was I didn't care right now. Oh yeah, I'm so caring.

"You don't know who the Hokage is?" Sakura asked, sounding exasperated. I gave her death glare before snapping bitterly,

"Why would I ask if I already knew? Idiot." Sakura glared at me and opened her mouth when Shika said boredly,

"We're here. Now, I'm leaving. This girl is too troublesome." I stared at him and said,

"You're too troublesome." Shika stared at me with half closed eyes. But didn't respond, only walking away muttering about the rain.

(Third Person)

Finally Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura managed to get the soaked, confused Kimmy inside the Hokage's office. The Third Hokage looked up and eyed Kimmy with little interest.

"Who is this?" He asked, still eyeing Kimmy like she were growing several new heads; which wouldn't be so surprising it this world, that's aside the point though.

"This is Kimiko, the girl we found in while training!" Naruto said with a huge, goofy grin. Kimmy just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Kimiko? Congratulations, you just because an honorary ninja of Konoha." Kimmy's eyes widened as she screamed,

"I'M WHAT!"

A.N.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. It's been crazy busy and I've got something going on with my hands. -mutters- Stupid sports… Anyway! The fourth chapter will come out. And I will explain about Kimmy's super secret ability to kick the living crap out of everyone. If anyone has any ideas on how I should work this twist in, feel free to tell me. If you hate this story and want me to post my very first fanfiction that my friends all love but I wish would burn up in a fiery pit of doom, then tell me. And… If you want me to just go away and stop disturbing the balance of all you awesome writers. You can tell me that too

Wow… I just typed out two hundred words in less then two minutes. Gotta be a record… Well… Reviews are love ) Creative criticism is also love. And hate mail is accepted… But not loved. No more Kimmy bashing please. -glares at Leafy- Woo! Now… I'm going to stop typing because my parents are giving me a strange look and it's creeping me out. Ta Ta!