"That is no way to greet me, Tomi."

"I'm fully allowed to greet you this way. One, your kind of a fucking missing-nin. Two, I have to take care of the brat because of number One. And three, DON'T CALL ME TOMI!" I then thought of something and looked up at him in fear. "Your not about to kill me, are you?" I asked scooting slowly away from him. "Possibly. But, if you be good I won't have to." he said. I sighed in relief, because I hopefully wouldn't be dying, and I wouldn't have to do the Daisuke beg. "I never got to tell you goodbye, before I left for good." he said. "Oh... Well, bub, you realize I'm gonna have to try to stop you from leaving, Weasel-Brain." I said with a yawn.

"Your injured, you won't be able to touch me. Even in training, you could barely get a hit on me." Itachi said calmly. I gave a smirk, "You forgot one small factor, Itachi. I am a descendant of the Chou family. We have beings within us from the deepest depths of hell. If I let Eira out, I could possibly kill you. It comes from Anger and a small thing called Insanity." I said with a grin. "The Curse of Hell's Insanity." he muttered. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Just take care of him, Hitomi. And don't get killed." he said quickly before I opened my eyes.

A dream, yet so real. Damn Itachi, getting me in my sleep. I am gonna kill his ass when I see him!

Someone twisted the doorknob. I grabbed a kunai I think Daisuke left on the table. It opened and I saw the small figure of Sasuke. I calmly put it under my pillow. "Hows it goin, brat? Whatcha doin here? I doubt your here to see little old me." I said. "There are shinobi surrounding the compound and they won't let me in. So I came here to sleep." he said. I sighed, "Okay, here's a blanket you can sleep on this little seat next to my bed." I said. He scrunched up his nose as if he were about to refuse but he grudgidly sat down and put the blanket around him and put his head on the foot of my bed.

I woke up the next morning really early and saw Sasuke shivering. I sighed, "Kids..." I said quietly. I got a nearby blanket and put it around him. "Funny when he's not being a bratty kid, he looks like a sweet kid. But he still has that damn Uchiha personality..." I whispered. A doctor soon came in with a smile. "Hi there Hitomi, I'm pleased to tell you that you are well enough to be able to leave the hospital. You will need time to rest and take it easy since you have that small concussion." he said. "Thank god!" I said with chibi tears running down my face. "I'll send someone to bring you your clothes." he said. "Thank you Medic-nin, sir!" I exclaimed happily.

"We'll be leaving soon?" Sasuke asked. "Oh, Sleeping Beauty is awake! And yeah, once I get my clothes and the stuff, I'll be out of here!" I said. "Good." he said quietly. He left the room as I changed into my clothes a few minutes later. I was in my normal out fit. A net, er, mesh tank top that shows a bit of my stomach, white short shorts with my forehead protector around my right leg, the stupid Uchiha clan necklace my dad made me where, and my little black slippers. Oh what? I don't where ninja sandals? Na... Those things are uncomfortable, and it's easier for walking on trees and jumping on buildings. Chakra control, ya know? It's some hard stuff.

As we were walking to my small 2 bedroom apartment, we got farther and farther away from the Clan Compound. "How much farther is your apartment?" he asked. "Not too much further. Could be way worse, ya know?" I said. We finally got to my sweet crappy apartment complex. He turned his nose up, "This is where you live?" he asked. "Yeah, you got a problem with it, brat?" I asked. "Your a disgrace." he said simply. "Hey kid I ain't trying to please no body, including you! So you could shut up and live with it or you can just shut the hell up. Take your pick, brat." I said with a glare. "Hn." "That's what I thought."

We walked into my barely furnished apartment. I only had basic essentials that were needed for living. Sasuke let his nose get even higher. I rolled my eyes, "Okay, here's your room, it is right next to the bathroom. So yeah... And the kitchen is right up th hall which you already knew, so...er..." Too awkward for my taste, Just Sayin! Then he asked a question I really didn't to say the answer to. "Why don't you live at the Uchiha compound?"

"Er... There's this reason, that reason, and that one too... Too many memories I guess. Just, I kinda hated it there. While I was there, I was full of hatred, and if I was there any longer, I would have went insane. Even now I can't go within 100 feet of that hell hole." I said. "How can you say it was hell there? Being trained by the best, and..." "Your too young. You don't know how they are. I lost someone close to me, when I was little because." I couldn't finish my sentence. "What would you know about loss? I've heard people talk about you. Your mother was an outsider, and I remember father saying she was a whore." he said. My eyes widened. And immediatly narrowed at the young boy. "Don't you ever SPEAK OF MY MOTHER!" I screamed. My head began to pound immensely. "Shit! Shitshitshitshitshitshit!" I yelled as I held my head in pain. It was her, Eira, who was trying to use my large amount of anger to take over. I saw all black, my mindscape.

"Let me out, Hitomi..." the mirror image of me said. Yet instead of having big brown eyes she had bright purple eyes. "Let Me Out. Letmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeout LET ME OUT!"

"NO FUCKING WAY YOU DIRTY BITCH!" I screamed. The headache was gone, and Sasuke was staring at me with wide eyes. My kunai was in my hand, and I immediatly put it away. "Sorry, brat. I didn't get time to tell you. What you saw was Eira. The Chou clan, is cursed. When our anger gets to a high level, our most evil selves come out. Ruthless, blood thirsty, and insane. It's called the Curse of Hell's Insanity. So it would be in your best interest not to get me too angry, kay?" I said. Sasuke was silent. "I'm really sorry, I promise Eira doesn't come out alot. Just when someone talks about my mom, or threatens my friends." I said. "I- I am... I" he stuttered. "You ain't gotta say it. I got that pride problem, I seem to have gotten it from my Uchiha blood, eh. Like apoligizing to you just now, tasted like vinegar." I said with a smile. I got up and went to the refridgerator. "Aw... No peanut butter! AND no bacon! I have to seriously go to the store. Hey,Sasuke, can you think of anything we need to get to eat?" I asked. He came up behind me and glanced at the fridge. "Tomatoes." he said quickly. "Daaaaang! How the heck did I forget that one? I love tomatoes! Baka baka baka baka baka..." I exclaimed giving mysel facepalm after face palm after facepalm

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Hi there! Mentally Eating Pasta with Italy here, and I have one thing to say.

Tomato-Mato-Mato Tomato-mato Parade! To the Enchanting World,

Andiamo!

Gomen, song from Hetalia, kinda had to say that since Hetalia is kind of my name sake, ya know? But anyway, please review so I know what to improve on and what you liked or disliked about the story! Thank you for reading, because if your reading this, it means you have the slightest bit of interest in this story, which I can't thank you enough! So with that said...

Hasta la Pasta! And may Natsu and Death the Kid be with you...