Disclaimer: Erm don't own it…

A/N: I did this for a reviewer :P See I do care…it's just the remembering of names part that's hard --; is very lazy

Dear Grandmother,

I apologize for my earlier outburst….would it be possible to get an advance on my allowance …for the next seven years?

Sasuke

Granny,

Daaaamn Sasuke lost his freakin' mind! They're some f'in crazies at this school! Right there's this one dude NekoNeko something who cares anyway he wanders around the school hiding in the shadows a lot. Did I mention this school has lots of huge windows? Anyway we were having some haunted Halloween thing right, and the weirdo put his hand on teme's shoulder—well it was kinda dark and he DID kinda sound like creepy Uncle Oricharmaru and well the school is kinda one or two –dozen classrooms short right about now…and I think the poor cat boy thing in a cape is alive…anyway Gaara won by default. No costume or nothin' just that damn blank stare and a sand jutsu shaped like a raccoon demon with glowing red eyes. It really wasn't fair!

Naruto.

"…brats."

Dear Sasuke,

No. Work it off yourself.

Granny

Dear Grandmother,

I have recently become the target of a strange all girls club, thankfully it is not in a stalker capacity. They seem fixated on stealing Naruto…whatever….I think they are my new best friends.

Sasuke

Granny,

Can I hit girls? Please tell I can hit girls!

Naruto

Dear Grandmother,

One of our new friends is very curious about our family. He would like to meet you?

Sasuke.

Tsunade took a swig from her brand new hip flask, and frowned. Yea she knew the friend the persistent little friend…annoying rich kids. Luckily she that situation dealt with before hand. Fujimiya, Aya. A silent active ANBU level ninja…current identity…

Hokage sama.

Tsunade looked up at the perfectly coifed crossdresser kneeing on her ceiling. Seriously this guy was good to be able to do that in a sundress and heels…

"Ahh I trust you are dealing with the situation Ryoji…sorry Ranka."

"Yes of course …"

Tsunade cast one last jealous look at his hair (so annoyingly full of body and shine) then waved her hand dismissively. "Great."

So he liked dressing like a woman woopie. Maybe if Itachi's father hadn't beaten the boy within an inch of his life when he'd caught him trying on his mother's shoes…ah well Tsunade made it a point not to discriminate. Just do your job is all she asks. And on that note…

Granny,

PLEEAASSSE can I hit girls?!

Naruto

Naruto,

No.

Love Granny.