Disclaimer: Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto(c).

"I think I've read about that clan. They're pretty much O.K. Pretty good in the business department, but they can obviously do better." Kakuzu added.

"Well that's her uncle. Her dad used to make surfboards and her mom was a gardener."

"Was?" Deidera straightened his hunched back to look the teenager in his eyes, consequently halting his procedure of making a falcon.

Kisame nodded after taking a sip of his soda water, "They passed away probably half a decade ago."

"So she's fucking emo, then?" Hidan offered.

Kisame, who was drinking, choked and spit out the substance in surprise.

"HAHAHAHA! NO WAY, DUDE!" Kisame's breathing evened out a bit and he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his gray shirt, "Sakura? Emo? Sakura beating up someone emo? Yes. Sakura being emo? When I," He jabbed a finger to his well toned and blue (shmexy!^^) chest, "sprout wings and fly."

"When are we leaving?" Sasori shoved Deidera not-so-nicely away from the fridge and opened said abused and old machine before reaching in and pulling out a can of Coke. He looked over to Kisame, waiting for his answer.

Kisame shrugged in response, "Dunno. Go ask Konan, she knows everything."

"There's no need for that."

They all whipped their heads behind them, as to see their Leader across the counter; the amazing-ness of open kitchens.

"We'll be leaving after tomorrow at 9:00 a.m, our plane's at…"Pein looked at Kakuzu with slight confusion.

"12:05" was his gruff reply.

"Very well then. Zetsu, Konan and myself will be taking the car. The rest of you should go pack up." As he was about to walk towards the stairs with all means to ascend to his study, Hidan jumped in front of him.

"Why do we have to go? I like New York! Sure, we're low on a lot of things! Like, parking space, and warmer temperatures, and-"

"Girls in swimsuits."

Hidan stopped abruptly to look at the interruption, only to look at Pein straight in the face.

"What?"

"I said, New York was short on girls in swimsuits."

…

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR YA LITTLE SHITFACED-BITCHES? PACK UP SO WE CAN FUCKIN HAUL ASS! MOVE IT! WE'RE GOING TO FLORIDA! AND WE'RE GOING NOW! DAMMIT!"

And with hands fisted in the air, and purple-ish eyes blazing with determination, Hidan stomped to the TV Room to collect the keys to his Chevrolet Corvette.

Deidera, after recovering from the small bruises decorating his right side thanks to his best friend, also walked away to accompany Hidan with a sigh.

Pein merely shook his head slightly, nodded to his comrades, and, as planned, ascended to his study.

Miami, Florida

"YO FOREHEAD! GET YOUR PETITE ASS OVER HERE! I WANNA HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!" Ino called for said 'forehead' to come with a smile on her amazing face.

'Why can't I have a pretty face like that?'

'Because, only people from 4 categories get faces like that; *Snobby Blondes *Whores *Our friend *And that girl Kisame was checking out at our vacation to SeaWorld. The one with the halter bikini. Inner answered, as Sakura made her way to Pig.

'Stupid categories...'

"Hey." Sakura waved as she put down her skateboard, pushed up the sleeves of her zip-up aeropostale hoodie, and plopped down on one of the barstools. She leaned on the counter as she unconsciously spun the stool left to right.

"You heard?" Ino asked as she sipped from her banana-strawberry smoothie, "Kiba's single."

An elegant pink eyebrow arched a bit, "Since when?"

"Ever since he broke up with Hinata, that's when!"

"…Yes, and this catches my attention like a heap of gold because…?"

Ino let out an annoyed sigh, "Because I want him to ask me out!"

"Ino, he has a dog."

Ino opened her mouth to say something, and just froze. She soaked up what her friend had just told her then closed her mouth. Her eyes wide open.

"Oh my god..." it was barely over a whisper, "you're right…he does have a dog. Sakura! What do I DO?" Ino grabbed her head in frustration and helplessness as she leaned forward to lay her head in Sakura's lap. But missed, and it hit the counter, and, after a long moan of pain, she slowly and very carefully maneuvered her head to its desired position.

Sakura pet Ino's head lovingly, "Its easy, you just get Akamaru to warm up to you, you know, get him treats, pet him, and then you get Kiba treats, and you cook for him. The rest you can handle. You are the Queen of Seduction, right?"

Ino leaped up in joy, and quickly scrambled up and above the counter, simultaneously pushing her smoothie to the ground, and widened her legs with her hands on her hips and her nose in the air.

Then, with her left hand, pointed outward and spoke, quite loudly if I might say, the words of a confident teenager.

"SAKURA! YOU ARE A GENIUS! YOU ARE 100%-O CORRECT-O! I CAN GET THE MAN OF MY DREAMS! IWILL GET A NEW MANICURE! AND I SHALL DRAG MYSELF TO THE MALL AND GET A NEW BIKINI BECAUSE I AM THE QUEEN OF SEDUCTION!" And I may also include the butt swaying as she said this.

Ino let out a heap of air before hopping down to the floor gracefully and hugging Sakura.

The song 'Now I'm that chick' by Livvi Frank came on.

"Oops. My phone!" The energetic blonde grabbed her handbag and finally found the wanted item.

"Yeallo?" … "Oh! Hey!" … "I know, right?" … "W-Huh?" … "Oh! Haha! No, I'm at the smoothie bar with Forehead." … "Sorry, we're about to go." … "When? How about in ½ an hour?" … "Alright then, Kin's place at 4:00?" … "Forehead, what time is it?"

"3:15"

"So, yeah! Kin's at 4:00!" …. "Ok, bye!"

"Who was that?"

"It was Zaku. He wants to surprise Kin, and I offered to help. Wanna come?"

"Meh, I don't do well with Romance."

"Alright then, thanks for everything, Sakura. Bye!" And with that, Ino in all her short-shorts and T-shirt glory ran off.