Here we go~! The rewritten version of Where Are We?, now renamed Insanity, Love, and Akatsuki Do Not Mix Well. Please ENJOY~!

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Summary: I glared spitefully at the girl next to me, who gave me a sheepish grin as she tried shrugging through her bindings. "If we ever get ourselves out of this mess, you are going to be the first person in this world that is going to die, Hailey." "But I didn't do anything! It's not my fault these people are total sex Gods and attracted my attention so quickly!" We are so going to die.

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Quote: People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define "reality". But what does it mean to be "correct" and "true"? Merely vague concepts…their "reality" may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their own beliefs?

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Disclaimer: I wish I owned Naruto. Right now, I only own my Class Ring, an Itachi ring, and an extreme addiction of wanting to brutally murder Sasuke because he is a pompous jerk.

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"Hayden, watch out!"

Out of instinct that I had quickly learned to trust, I dropped to the ground, my heavy bag that was filled to the brim with books crushing my chest to the cold, wooden floor as something green whizzed over my head and bounched off the brick walls with a loud crack. I blinked a few times as the green thing rolled to a stop in front of my face, red stitches and green surface staring me in the eyes innocently. I ignored the strong urge to sniff distastefully at the smell of dirt that was filling my nose. It smelled good after it had rained for awhile, but definitely not after having to sit in one place for so long and being trampled on by dirty feet.

I scowled darkly at the object and picked it up, jumping to my feet awkwardly as my bag bounced uncomfortably. I threw a dark look to the girl behind me, who was rubbing her head nervously as she waved her glove at me. Her companion looked slightly nervous as she stared at the ground, determined not to make eye contact with anyone.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me?!" I asked in annoyance as I threw the ball at her. She caught it easily and gave an indignant huff, pointing at her friend, who was looking anywhere but at me.

"It wasn't my fault this time! I'm completely innocent! She's the one that didn't catch the freaking ball!"

"Maybe the reason she didn't catch the ball is because she's new to playing Softball and you're more advanced in skill-level! You've had professional help; she hasn't! Use your head, you dumbass!"

She snorted and crossed her arms, the glove on her left hand making it somewhat difficult. "If I push her to her physical limits, then maybe she'll get better quicker! She needs to be able to catch what I throw!" Hailey started nodding to herself, as if she were pleased with her answer and that she knew she was right.

I grumbled under my breath at the stupidity of my sister and noticed my phone on the ground some feet away, resting against one of the many maroon mats that was attached to the walls all around the Gym. When the hell had it fallen out of my pocket? I picked it up regardless and groaned at the tiny crack that had appeared in the corner. "Lovely. Another reason for my parents to bitch at me. This was a brand new Galaxy phone, too!"

Hailey skipped to my side and looked over my shoulder to see what I was complaining about. She grinned widely at the thin, but wide, crack. Bitch. She had no right to laugh at me. She went through phones more often than I did, her record remaining a solid six phones as of last year. "Good luck surviving tonight, Hayden," She chirped.

I slapped her upside the head and narrowed my eyes at her. "You're going to be there with me, too, you idiot. If I'm going down, you're going down with me."

She rubbed the back of her head with her glove. "You're so nice, Hayden," She said sarcastically. "Showing so little concern for your younger sister and saying things like that."

"I don't need to show concern for something that doesn't need it. You're fine, Hailey. Suck it up." I snatched her glove off of her hand and shoved it into her chest. "Put your shit away so that we can go. We have a shift tonight at the Center for a few hours."

I didn't really bother giving her any other options in the matter. I couldn't very well leave her here at the school for fear that she would burn the place down the first chance she got and also because I just didn't want her killing that poor freshman with her drills. Nobody deserves to go through that shit before the season even starts. That'll send all the new girls coming into to high school Softball running for the hills. Then we wouldn't really have a team, would we?

Hailey scowled at the thought of working. "Why can't you just do it? You're better at working with kids than I am!" She pointed a thumb at her friend. "Besides, I'm busy practicing."

I arched an eyebrow and gave her a "Are you serious?" look. "Where the hell have been these past fourteen years? Living in a gutter? And no, you are not staying here. We've got things to do and I sure as hell am not leaving you here."

"I only say that because all those little brats listen to you like you're their mother! " She pouted at me, hoping that her puppy-dog look would get me to cave in to her request to stay with her friend.

I was actually really bad with kids. I can probably bet the only reason she thinks that I'm good with kids is because she's only seen the rare moments when the kids will listen to me because they are in a good mood and has missed the majority of the time they are evil little brats.

"It's called intimidation. Kids scare easily, so if you scare them, they will know better not to cross you for fear of their life." I looked over her shoulder to lock eyes with the tiny girl nearby. "Go on home, Alyssa. You're done for the night."

"I love your logic in earning a kid's respect, Hayden," Hailey said, sarcasm heavy in her voice as she waved goodbye to her friend, who had immediately complied to my request and said her quiet goodbye before she high-tailed it out of the Gym.

Remember when I said that I didn't want Hailey to kill the poor freshman with her drills? Yea, that girl's gonna get caught either way. No one escapes Hailey once she sets her mind on something. She always gets what she wants. I just tried to delay the girl's future pain.

"I learned from the best," I stated as Hailey dropped her glove into her badass Softball bag and shouldered it.

She smirked and pointed to herself. "Me?"

I rolled my eyes at her. "You wish. I meant Kc, but if it helps you sleep better at night, then go ahead and think that you taught me how to scare little children shitless."

We both walked out of the Gym, passing a group of girls that were chatting loudly about who knows what. One of them noticed us and broke away from the group, rushing towards me with a wide smile and hugging me enthusiastically. I patted her head good-naturedly and shooed her back to her friends, never breaking my leisurely walk out of the school that was my own personal Hell.

Hailey pointed to the girl. "See?! That's exactly what I mean! You're good with kids!"

I slapped her hand. "Stop pointing," I snapped. "It's rude. And Maria isn't a kid. She's the same age as you."

Hailey rubbed her abused hand as we walked down a side walk that was surrounded by a majority of trees, pouting at the red mark that was slowly beginning to form. "You don't have to hit me so hard," She mumbled dejectedly. "I was just trying to make a point."

"I wouldn't have to hit you for every little thing if you would just learn your lesson the first time I did it. You would be in better shape if you would just listen to what I say." And no, I wasn't talking about her body weight. Hailey was as skinny as a freaking rail and never gained weight, no matter how much she ate in one serving.

Her hand trailed up to her shoulder, which I had thoroughly bruised the other day when I was throwing with her and was the punishment she got when she wasn't paying attention to me. Instead, she found watching the next door boys riding their dirt bikes around and acting like such hotshots more interesting than us practicing together for once. She deserved it, anyway. She shouldn't have looked away from me to begin with.

"That wasn't very kind of you," She attempted to scold. "You couldn't of just thrown a handful of dirt or grass at me?"

I shook my head. "That wouldn't of grabbed your attention. I know you too well. The ground was too far away and I was feeling ridiculously lazy at the moment and I had a Softball in my hand, so..." I trailed off, figuring that Hailey could piece together the rest of my thoughts.

She threw her hands up to the clouded, grey sky, wincing as her shoulder was jostled a bit too harshly with the movement. "I give up." She gave me a look. "I just can't win against you, can I?"

I gave her a shit-eating grin that would've made my best friend proud. "No you cannot."

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"That's not fair, you cheater! That's against the rules!" I shouted at Zack, who had violated one of my many unspoken rules. I picked up the small, black, plastic ball that had rolled into the back of my converse and held it protectively against my chest, ignoring the strange looks that I was probably getting at the sudden display of femininity that I so rarely show.

He shrugged his shoulders. "You dodged it, didn't you?" He smirked. "Why are you complaining? You're still in the game, aren't you?"

I growled at him and ducked under a ball that had been aimed at my head. One of the kids with shaggy blond hair tsked in irritation and scowled at me as I picked up that ball as well. "Face shots are so against the rules, you freaking jerk."

He grinned at me and launched a ridiculously fast curve-ball at my middle. I yelped and twisted out of the way, the ball just barely missing my hip. Most of the boys on the other side of the small Gym laughed at the frightened sound that had escaped my lips.

Said lips twisted into an evil sneer and I nailed of the boys in the leg with one of my balls, costing him the rest of the game since this was our last one for the night. He gave me a glare and plopped his ass on the ground, huffing and crossing his arms.

"This is Doctor Dodgeball, Hayden," Zack said mockingly as he followed my every move like a hawk. "This is a game of war. And in a game of war, it doesn't matter if you get nailed in the face. You're still dead!" His arm snapped out from behind his back and I jumped as high as I could, tucking my knees up to my chest to dodge the ball that passed underneath me. I was starting to see the importance for all of those jumping boxes exercises we had to do during Softball training camp...

"I thought this was supposed to be King Dodgeball," I complained as I managed to get another one of the boys, a tall blond, out by hitting his feet. I was so going to make Zack eat his own words for teaching me to aim at people's feet when playing Dodgeball last week. I still needed to extract my revenge for the prank he pulled on me a few days ago, anyway...

Zack gave me his best sneer. "I make the rules, son!"

"I'm not a boy, man!" I kicked off the two corner walls to dodge an incoming fast-ball and just barely avoided stepping on Hailey's fingers. She scowled at me from her laying position on the white, tiled floor, having gotten out early on in the game.

I grinned victoriously. I just did a totally badass ninja move right there. And I just pulled a leaf out of Zack's book. Freaking bastard was really flashy with his dodges and loved to show off with his high and wall jumps. I learned from the best.

Our little game of Cat and Mouse—apparently Zack thought this was a game of mine to tease him, so he made an extra effort to just barely miss the part of my body that he was aiming for and having me running all over on my side, hence the name—continued on for a very long time. I had managed to get every single boy out on the other side, which just left me and Zack to face off. I was so screwed.

Dodging could only get me so far and as far as I knew, Zack was only messing with me and wasn't really trying to annihilate me. Stupid bastard. I didn't really have a strong arm at the moment and Zack's flexibility wasn't helping my situation. So, I did what any girl would do when they were playing Dodgeball and were too spent to continue playing anymore.

I dropped my ball, walked to the middle line, made sure that my toes were just barely off the line, and turned around, crossing my arms and waiting for the inevitable. I glared at the maroon wall across from me, ignoring the surprised looks that I was currently getting from the little midgets that were sitting on the ground.

Zack seemed to be pretty good at reading my body language because he outright laughed at me and continued doing so for a few minutes. I glared at him over my shoulder, not entirely amused by his laughter. He snickered into his hand, made a show of himself walking in slow motion and swinging his arms like he was some swag hipster towards me, and flicking the ball at my back, lightly hitting me in between the shoulder blades.

A collective groan from the kids on my team was heard when I was finally declared out. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was their best bet in finally defeating Zack's team in Dodgeball. My reputation as the only girl who willingly plays Dodgeball with that beast of a man preceeds me, I guess.

Pulling out my phone, I realized that it was nearing eleven, meaning that our shift was just about over. I looked around for Hailey, spotting her a second later in the same position that she was in for most of the game. It didn't look like she was going to be moving anytime soon. I narrowed my eyes and marched over to her as the kids cleared out of the Gym, heading towards the main room where some famous Florida rapper was performing. I grabbed her ankles and hauled her out of the Gym, her cries of pain and complaints falling on deaf ears as I grabbed my stuff, dropping her on her tailbone by the doors, and started exploring the rest of the building for her own shit. She treated this place like it was her own room...

I had found her bag hiding behind one of the chairs in the crowded main hall after I had dropped her off by the front doors and threatening her to stay put to go hunting for her shit, with all of the room's occupants head-banging to the music that was currently being performed and the heavy vibrations of feet being stomped onto the wooden floor as the tremors pulsed up my body. I wasn't entirely surprised when I found Hailey's jacket hanging over one of the bathroom stalls and I found her shoes in the manager's office unsurprisingly. Now I just had to find her bandanna. I couldn't leave without that thing. She would throw the biggest bitch fit the world has ever seen.

I came across my friend, Kc, who was a graduating senior as of this year, standing in the game room, which was connected to the Gym and the main hall, by one of the three pool tables that sat in the room. She seemed to be looking for someone as she kept turning her head left and right to try and find who it was that she was looking for.

I tapped her shoulder and she turned her head, brown eyes brightening when she realized that it was me. "Looking for someone?"

"Actually, yes, I am," She said brightly, flicking a piece of short, dyed, black hair with blonde highlights behind her eye. "Do you know where Damien and Bre are?"

"Did you check the bathrooms?" I asked immediately.

She cocked her head to the side, amusement evident on her face. "Must you always think they are doing dirty things whenever I cannot find them?"

I shrugged. "You never know with those two. They were giving each other lovey-dovey looks earlier and I thought I was going to be sick. It's so weird to see Bre showing her love to someone after I've only known the sadistic and masochistic side of her for two years."

Kc laughed, her child-like laughter filling my ears and almost making me want to smile at her. "You have a point there," She said, beaming at something over my head. "I've gotta go. I think I see them right now." She gave me a hopeful look. "I'll see you tomorrow for the picnic?"

Oh shit...I completely forgot about that.

"Maybe. It just depends if I get my check tomorrow after work so that I can pay you back for carpooling me and Hailey. My boss can be such a dick sometimes..."

Kc patted my head sympathetically, smiling pleasantly. "I hope he is going to be nice to you, then. We would all love for you to be there. " She waved a hand as she started walking away. "See you later!"

I waved my hand half-assedly and I was about to go drag my sister away from some poor guy that she was no doubtedly flirting with despite my threats of her death before Kc suddenly ran in front of me and forced me to a stop. I looked up at her in confusion. What did she want now?

"I almost forgot!" She exclaimed, reaching into her Lolita outfit's breast pocket and pulled out a tiny red box with black trimmings on it and handing it to me. "That is for you."

I eyed the box suspiciously. Usually when Kc gave me things, it was either as a sort of compensation for something I did for her or if it was for a special occasion. Right now, neither fit the necessary requirements. "What's this for?"

"It's a present," She stated simply, as if it explained everything. She seemed pleased with her remembering to give me the strange box. Kc had a horrible memory most of the time and I guess her successfully giving me this little box boosted her ego a bit.

I glowered at her. "I can see that, but why are you giving it to me?"

"It's your birthday present."

Funny. Last time I checked, my birthday wasn't for another two months. I pointed this out to her.

She gave me a sly wink. "Just take it. You'll like it. I promise." She was gone before I could question her further, her baby blue, lacy dress disappearing around a corner.

I frowned at the box and carefully opened it, holding it away from my face as if it was a bomb just waiting to explode. My eyes widened at what was inside and I brought the box closer, my earlier suspicions long gone.

A huge ring was resting on top of black velvet. And I emphasize on huge because it was just that. It looked like a man's ring. I pulled it out and turned it around in front of my eyes, examining it in fascination.

It was a pretty ring that was made of silver and had a pretty purplish-grey front, a single black Kanji symbol etched smack-dab in the middle. My Japanese lessons with a friend of mine filled my mind and I knew instantly what the symbol said.

Now, I wasn't stupid. I knew exactly what this ring was and who it belonged to. I had recognized the ring instantly once I had set my eyes on it. However, there was something bothering me.

I looked up at the place where Kc had vanished to. "Where the hell did Kc get Pein's ring?" I murmured quietly, thoughtfully, as Hailey caught sight of me and started towards me. "These kinds of things aren't sold in any stores in any of the surrounding states..."

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-KalafinaJ