"I meant what I said and I said what I meant." Dr. Seuss

Disclaimer: All rights to Naruto go to Misashi Kishimoto

Zekuro is the OC of my partner, KuroAmaterasu

I aslo do not own the idea of a wizard cursing siblings to live in the same body

Dedicated to: Beds. Real beds and not blankets placed on the floor that your parents call beds.

-First Person Perspective-

"Onee-chan! Kurohime-san is so mean and rude! And she won't let me eat any of the sweets she bakes!" Asura cried out, hugging me tightly.

"It's okay Asura-chan, the sweets she bakes are probably poisonous," I said reassuringly, patting the ten year old's head.

"I'll have you know my cooking is of the best quality!" Kurohime, or Kuro, -you know what, I'll just ask what to call them later on- announced marching over to where our little reunion was taking place, Shirohime right behind her.

"We all know that is a lie, Kurohime-san," Indra said, stepping in front of us protectively.

"Sheesh, you're cold, Uchiha," Kuro(hime) muttered, before being smacked upside the head by Shiro(hime).

"I thought I told you to not use those terms. Who knows what you'll mess up," the brunnette scolded, and just like that, another arguement played out in the background.

Shiro(hime) was currently pulling clothes out of thin air while Kuro(hime) was standing outside of my room, guarding the door. She was most likely glaring at anyone who passed by.

"Soooooo," I said, breaking the silence, "Would you care to explain why you aren't inside of my head?"

"Oh, I was hoping you wouldn't say anything about that, but I guess I have no choice. Kurohime and I are demons," Shiro(hime) stated bluntly, while pulling a dress from my drawers, before placing it on the bed.

"I already know that. If Kuro wasn't a demon then something must have gone wrong when she was being raised," I told my old friend, ignoring the shouts of curses coming from behind the door.

"Oh. Well then, the rest is simple. When Hamura-san and Hagoromo-san did there little extraction ceremony, my sister and I came out as well. We were planning to come out after Hamura and Hagoromo died, but no use trying to change the past now. Although, O guess if I asked nicely, we could," Shiro(hime) babbled on, throwing random clothes onto the bed after a quick inspection.

This continued for five minutes. After that she began comparing them.

"That reminds me, what do I adress you two as?" I asked, throwing some clothes that weren't my taste, back into the closet.

"Shirohime and Kurohime, your demon 'summons'," Shirohime answered, taking all the discarded clothes in her hands and making them disappear to somewhere.

"Why are you my demon summons? Couldn't you have told them that you were my sisters and some wizard cursed your souls to live inside my body?" I questioned. At the same time I was changing into the clothes my companion had picked.

It was a nice kimono, probably something Zekuro would wear if he ever decided to crossdress. A lighter shade of grey than I usually wore, its sleeves went past my wrists and brushed my fingertips. The skirt of the kimono was long like the sleeves, it's length going past my ankles. The kimono was probably chosen to hide all my seals and marks

When Shirohime came back, she began to mercilessly place makeup on my face and pull at my hair to make me look acceptable.

"These social gatherings are just headaches in disguise," I say to no one in particular.

We were having a "celebration" of my return from training. Kurohime and Shirohime, as they were now called, were here as well, but they were surprisingly quiet.

"Oji-sama says it's important for you to socialize so the world doesn't believe you're dead," Asura commented, walking over to me happily. Why he was allowed into a gathering with alcohol everywhere is beyond me.

"These little parties are going to be the death of me," I muttered, taking a sip of apple juice that was conveniently placed away from the alcohol, "How did you even get in here?" I asked, staring at my happy-go-lucky brother.

"Kurohime-san helped me get in," Asura answered, as if nothing was wrong with him being in a party for adults.

I sighed, before taking another sip from my apple juice.

"Asura-chan, I think the apple juice was spiked," I suddenly announced, setting down my cup.

"What do you mean by 'spiked'?" Asura asked, staring at me with his innocent eyes.

"It means that there was alcohol in it," I told him, taking his cup of apple juice out of his hands and throwing it far away.

"How do you keep on getting more apple juice?!" I yelled out, holding Asura's shoulders.

For some odd reason, whenever I took away Asura's cup of spiked apple juice away, he would just get more without moving from his spot.

"I-hiccup-don't know," Asura said pushing the cup away from him, only to find another cup in his hands.

I groaned into my hands, swatting the cup out of his hands and not even caring that I might of hit someone in the head.

A while later, most of the people left the gathering/party and had retreated to bed. The only people I saw left were servants cleaning, a few heavy drinkers, and Shirohime.

Asura himself was asleep, in his chair, from the apple juice that he drank, and my mind was having trouble processing my thoughts. I did however, realize that Shirohime was continuously giving me more drinks while at the same time, drinking from a large bottle.

"You are never too young or too old to drink," was the only thing she said, over and over again when I tried to protest.

At least now I know how Asura kept on getting spiked apple juice.

Nene: The one thing I hate about summer is the random trips my mom plans without my consent.

Emerald: We are sorry for the late update. Nene-chan was on a trip and had no internet connection.

Shirohime: Please review.