Here is the second revised chapter of my newly renamed story. *Smiles sweetly* I was immensely proud of the last chapter as I hadn't rushed things and took things slowly and look how it turned out! I'm seriously proud of this new arrangement.

Blah, blah, blah is Jen's text messages / my thoughts.

Blah, blah, blah are my replies back to her.

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: I knew that from the first time I had to kill my comrades…Kill a Kiri ninja as a Kiri ninja. What does that make me? Am I a friend or foe? What is my purpose and my position? Where do I go? Where can I go? I'm well aware that my entire life has been one giant lie.

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Disclaimer: I still don't own Naruto unfortunately. I wish I did…

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I aimlessly twirled the ring that Kc had given me three nights ago around and around on the chain necklace that I had found in my little sister's room a few hours ago. Hailey sat on her bed, which was vertical to mine, messing with her phone and painting her nails a neon yellow at the same time. I really didn't like that color. Who would bother wearing such a color? It was too bright and attention-grabbing in my opinion. Then again, Hailey thrived in attention. She loved having people's attention on her. I guess it made her ego bigger than it already was...

I looked down at the harmless looking comic book that was sitting on my lap, the book already opened to the first page and just so happening to be completely associated with the ring that was in my hand. Bold letters stared me in the face as two characters appeared to be facing off against each other, one looking extremely maniacal and the other as emotional as a rock. Guess that makes us somewhat the same. I've been told that numerous times by a whole bunch of people, enemies and friends alike.

Naruto...

I sighed in aggravation as I placed the book on the floor beside my bed, taking extra care to not drop it carelessly on Hailey's huge ass box of make-up. The book wasn't really mine and I'd rather not have to explain to the librarians as to why there was lipstick and eye-liner markings all over the front of the page. That would be nothing but a huge pain in my ass.

I ducked my head when I saw something sailing at me and felt said something clip the top of my head before crashing into the wall. It was a notebook. I glanced at Hailey, who was the culprit of the flying notebook, and saw that she was giving me an annoyed look.

I picked up the notebook and tossed it back to her bed. "What was that for?"

"You're sighing is starting to piss me off. Quit it!"

I rolled my eyes. How did I not forsee that one coming? "I can't help it. I'm bored as hell."

She gave me a disbelieving look and pointed at the piles of books that sat around me as I laid on my favorite red comforter. "We just got those from the library two hours ago! How are you bored?!" Her eyes widened as realization finally knocked her upside the head. "Don't tell me you've already finished them, have you, Hayden?"

I indicated to the messily stacked pile of Bleach and Soul Eater books. "I've finished those." I held up the five Naruto books that I had also gotten. "I just haven't finished reading these."

She gaped at me and started to fake cry pathetically, waving her own books around in the carelessly. "That's not fair! I haven't even gotten through my first book!"

I frowned at her childish behavior. "Quit waving those things around. That's going to fly right out of your hand and hit me in the face and then you'll be a dead annoying bitch." She squawked at that part and stuck her tongue out at me. How childish. "I've been wondering something. Why the hell did you get so many books if you despise reading with such a passion?"

Her face took on a thoughtful look and she shrugged. "I didn't want to look like the idiot next to my sister, who was struggling to carry all of the books that she wanted to get, and have others think that I was stupid since I was carrying one measly looking book. So I got as many as I could." She smiled sweetly at me and showed me all of the non-fiction books that she got.

My lips curled in disgust at the thought of reading those books. "Those things are boring as shit. Someone with your attention span couldn't possibly get through the first one."

She pouted. "That was mean. I could probably do it if I set my mind to it."

"Very rarely do you set your mind to anything, Hailey," I said as I leaned my back against my ribbon-covered wall and picked up the 50th volume of Naruto. "You're too lazy to really do anthing productive."

"I can be productive when I want to be!" She complained. "I just...don't feel like doing it most of the time."

"I rest my case."

A loud crash was heard from downstairs, followed instantly by yelling of two different parties, and I sighed in unison with Hailey. "Looks like they're at it again."

Hailey wrinkled her nose in irritation at the loud shouts at were echoing up the stairs and into our open door. She hopped off her bed and slammed the door shut, sighing in satisfaction when the noises dimmed immediately. Checking the time on her touch screen, she crawled over her bed and poked my arm.

"It's only a quarter after nine. You want to go somewhere?"

I blinked slowly at her. "If you weren't my sister and I had only just met you a few short days ago, I would've thought you would be hitting on me."

She glared at me. "Quit taking this perversely! Leave that to me." I face-palmed at that. She would say that. "No. What I mean is do you want to go into town? Meet up with some friends, perhaps? I think the Haunted Jail is unlocked right now if Trevor did what I asked him to do a few days ago."

"You asked him to pick the lock on the Haunted Jail's door?" I asked skeptically.

She nodded her head. "Pretty much."

For some odd reason, I didn't have that much trouble picturing Hailey asking her friend to do that. She got a kick out of a having a loyal servant like Trevor, who would practically go to the end of the world to gain Hailey's affection. Unfortunately for him, Hailey already had a love interest and he was a total dick. I didn't really like Trevor since his methods for getting Hailey's affection were too extreme, but I would prefer him over the dick that Hailey liked.

Weighing my options, I remembered that I still had that Spanish assignment that I had yet to complete, plus that 300 point essay for English that was due in a couple days. So, do I act like the good little student that I was or do I get the hell out of this house and go scare the shit out of little children at the Haunted Jail in town?

Shit. That wasn't too hard. Haunted Jail for the win!

I shoved my homework in my already messy binder and threw it into my likewise messy closet, somehow managing to find room amongst the bunches of boxes and unfolded clothes that were placed unevenly inside. My only worry was that I would be able to find that binder again later on. I could care less for Spanish since the teacher really liked me for being at the top of her class and since I had earned an A, plus a shit-ton of extra credit points, on the final, but English...well, that was a whole other story. It was somewhat important, but then again, it really wasn't. However, I feared the wrath of my grandmother more than I did of my mother, so I made the wise choice of deciding to complete the assignment once I got back and pull an all-nighter to get at least half of it done.

"You should get rid of some of those things in the closet, Hayden," Hailey said as she frowned at the boxes. "You barely even touch the stuff that's in them."

"I don't get them out for a reason, Hailey," I said as I closed the doors. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I let my parents throw away all of my Naruto, Bleach, and Soul Eater shit. They'll have to go through me to be able to reach all of my precious items." Hailey sighed at the possessive note that had crept into my voice as I hopped over her bed to get to mine.

I pocketed my phone and unlocked my window, Hailey turning off the lights and throwing the room into total darkness. She locked the door before she came back over to me as I slid the window opened and carefully took out the screen on the other side, sliding it under my bed so that it wouldn't get damaged in any way. We didn't want out parents suddenly barging into our room while we were out, so we both took extra precautions to make our absences a secret from them. It was a good thing that our lock wasn't one of those locks that you could turn with a fingernail. You needed a specific pick-lock to get our door open and Hailey just so happened to always carry said pick-lock in her pocket wherever she went to prevent our parents from getting ahold of it. It was pretty much a win-win situation, with the favor on the two of us instead of our parents.

Stepping out onto the slightly slanted roof with Hailey close behind, I realized that it was starting to drizzle, making walking on the tiles hazardous if my recent clumsiness accidents had anything to say.

"You couldn't have picked a better night, Hailey?" I grumbled sarcastically to her, my voice quiet enough to where my parents, whom appeared to be taking their arguments out in the open garage door, couldn't hear me over their fighting, but Hailey could still make out what I was saying.

She grinned sheepishly at me, rubbing rain water out of her eyes as thunder boomed above us and the rain started coming down harder than before. "Sorry. I didn't know that it was supposed to rain tonight. I guess the weatherman lied once again."

"Some words of advice: NEVER trust the news channel anymore. It's nothing but a bunch of bullshit nowadays," I whispered as I eased myself across the roof and checked over the ledge for our neighbor's trash can that I had no doubt would be there. Yep. Still sitting close to the house. The perfect place and position for Hailey and I to sneak down on.

Slipping my legs over the gutters, I slowly lowered myself to the lid of the trash can, Hailey keeping a steady grip on my arms in case I grew unsteady or if I decided to take a sudden tumble. Once I was positive that I had a good center of balance on the lid, I had Hailey release my arms and started helping her climb down from the roof.

We both snuck around my step-dad's badass, grey truck and peered around it, catching sight of our parents instantly with their flailing arms and obnoxious voices.

"They aren't that into the argument," Hailey whispered into my ear. "They'll notice us instantly if we tried sneaking across the driveway."

I nodded in agreement with her and yanked her arm sleeve, tugging her behind me as I turned around and started to head around the duplex that was connected to our own small apartment. "Let's sneak around the back. The curtains are closed in both houses and nobody will see us unless they come outside for God knows what reason."

I was suddenly thankful to the fact that the family next door always stayed on a strict routine of going to bed at a decent time. It was definitely helping us in sneaking out of the house. Lucky us.

Our converse made slippery noises as we ran across the grass, our house slowly disappearing behind us as stopped by the road to check for cars before continuing our steady jog into town. We finally stopped when we reached one of our favorite restaurants, The Nook. That place was the shit. They some of the best hotdogs and hamburgers the world has ever known. It's kinda a shame that this tiny restaurant just so happened to be placed in this shitty town when it could've made it big in other places, like in California or New York.

Hailey cursed violently when a speeding car zoomed by and splashed dirty water on us as we were passing the gigantic, white courthouse. While she was busy cursing the man to the deepest pits of hell in her loudest voice yet and giving the stopped car at the stoplight the middle finger numerous times, I scowled at the nasty water that was clinging to my person, trying to shake it off. I only succeeded in getting even more rainwater on me when I had accidently tipped over a bucket that was hanging by a hook and the freezing ass water drenching me.

"I fucking hate my life," I growled as Hailey finally finished her ranting. She snickered at my misfortune.

"Poor you," She teased. "Now I'm not the only one that's really suffering!"

I glared at her before I Gibbs-smacked her. "Let's hurry the hell up. I don't want to get sick just from standing in the rain for so long."

"But you very rarely get sick," Hailey pointed out as she caught up with my brisk pace. "I think the worst you've ever gotten was an upper respiratory infection."

"I don't want to break that streak now," I said as I threw a rock angrily at a passing car that splashed more water at us. It missed the back shield by an inch. I thought it was a pretty damn good throw on my part. Especially since that car was going twenty over the speed limit. "I despise getting sick."

My pocket suddenly gave a violent vibrate and I resisted the urge to laugh at the ticklish sensation. I pulled my phone out and saw that it was a text message from Jen.

Hey, bitch! Hurry your ass up and get to the Jail! There's something here for you!

I forgot to mention. Jen and I have nicknames for each other. None of that lovey-dovey shit, though. Our nicknames are rather...mean and somewhat insulting. Plus they fit our personalities very well.

Hey, skinny whore! Calm your tits! I'm getting there!

Whore. Are you walking at a snail's pace or are you actually hurrying?

Fucker. I'm actually going your normal speed for once. I'll be there in five minutes!

Good. See you then, asshat!

Until then, bitch face!

"You two have a strange relationship," Hailey commented as we left town and walked down a very suspicious looking road. I turned my head to see that she was peering over my shoulder.

"That's our way of saying nice things to each other," I snorted out before giving her a look. "You and Sammy are another story entirely from Jen and I."

Hailey scowled at the name of that particular girl. "She's nothing but a bitch now," She grumbled. "I don't take orders from some bitch who thinks she's some hotshot that can beat me at anything and everything."

A cold breeze blew into our faces, sending ice-cold rain into my eyes and causing me to flinch. The ominous trees around us gave creepy groans as the harsh wind attacked their frail, old trunks. I warily eyed the looming, intersecting branches above our heads, almost positive that those things were going to fall on somebody's head one day.

Hailey shivered and chattered out, "Damn it. I knew I should've brought my sweatshirt with me."

"We'll head back after a few hours. We shouldn't have to stay out for no later than midnight if the Jail doesn't have that many people coming in."

I spotted the Jail some minutes later as we exited an alleyway that I had discovered a few years ago on one of my many explorations of the town. It was a tall and forboding building, all dark in color and six stories tall. The structure was wide and spaced, with artistically broken glass windows, real cobwebs hanging from sharp ledges and railings, and a tall, spiked fence with a "Do Not Enter" sign on it. It was a pretty realistic, considering the fact that most things haunted these days looked fake as shit.

I lifted a certain part of the fence that was hidden behind a tall bush and went through, holding it up long enough for Hailey to follow after me. We climbed up the thick steps to the cracked double doors and marched right on in like we owned the place.

We were instantly assaulted with a barrage of noise that had me reeling back in surprise. covering my ears as Hailey gave a shriek and hid behind a metal, foot soldier statue. I started at the sound of laughter from one of the many bloody people that had assaulted me and Hailey as the person pressed a button on the hidden stereo by the window to stop the screaming noises from continuing. The person walked over to me, grinning ear to ear, as a hand came up to slightly smudge the supposed blood on their face.

Brown-green eyes stared at me in sadistic mirth. "We totally got you."

I scowled at Jen as she and everyone else laughed. I punched her arm. "You bitch, messing with my paranoia like that!"

She laughed at me. "Technically it wasn't my idea. I just went along with it 'cause I was bored."

"I'll kill you," I snarled.

She gave me a cheesy grin. "You love me too much to kill me." She seemed to remember something as her eyes widened and she whirled around to face the group behind her. "Sandy, would you go get that box that was sitting on the front steps when we got here? It's by that surgeon table with all on the blood splatters on it!"

"Since when do we have something like that?"

Jen shrugged. "I think the owner got it a few days ago or something. I'm not really sure. I haven't been able to come here often to really keep up with all that's been happening."

She accepted the box from Sandy and thrusted it into my hands, causing me to stumble backwards. "What the hell?" I glowered at her.

"That's for you," Jen said with a smile.

"What?"

Jen rolled her eyes. "That's. For. You," She said slowly, as if she were really talking to a five-year-old.

I threw a fake, plastic, paper ax at her that I had found by my feet. "Who's it from?"

She shrugged. "Don't know. There wasn't anybody here when we found the box. There's no sender name on it." She pointed at the paper tag on the side with a short fingernail. "It has your name on it, so we just assumed it was yours."

Finding the said paper tag, I realized that Jen was indeed right. My name was printed on the reciever spot innocently.

Curiosity aroused, I ripped the sealing tape on the top and opened the flaps, digging through the deep fluff balls of cotton until my hand chanced upon a rectangular box. I pulled the box out and took note of how nicely decorated it was. The purple bow was laced with tiny diamonds and the block box was all sparkly. I'm just relieved that it wasn't extravagantly done. Things that looked like a unicorn shit on it was not the coolest thing ever.

Jen whistled, voicing my thoughts. "Damn," She drawled. "That's one neat looking box."

"Hayden, hurry up and open it so that we can get started in scaring the shit out of people," Hailey commanded as she finally came out of her hiding spot behind the statue, reassured that the people standing in the room weren't real zombies and that they weren't going to eat her.

"Shut up," I said as I gently undid the pretty ribbon. I kinda liked the color and design and might be able to use it again for some later purpose. I pocketed the ribbon and opened the top.

My voice echoed throughout the entire, sketchy neighborhood as everyone within the Jail jumped at the volume of my voice and of the sheer intensity of furious emotion that was there. "WHAT IN THE FLYING FUCK?! HOW THE HELL DID YOU PEOPLE FIND THIS SHIT?!"

So, yea. There's the second chapter. I know. Not as interesting. But I still like it because "Hailey" and I had a HUGE blast going to the Haunted Jail a few nights ago and successfully scaring the living shit out of any passing children! That was so fun.

I feel like there's something I'm forgetting in this chapter, but I can't really figure out what it is. I might just come back and fix some things in this chapter in the future once I figure out what it is that I'm missing.

Anyway. That's all for now! Thanks for reading. :) Ja ne!

-KalafinaJ

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