The Unfortunate Misadventures of a Willing Hostage.
Chapter 22
Journal Entry: 17. Nov 8
Today was supposed to be Sasori's birthday.
Of course none of us really gave a damn, especially now that everyone's attention is aimed at Deidara's cat and the new neighbours.
Deidara found the cat trapped in a floating sphere out back in our garage this morning while he was looking for a sledge hammer, I'm not sure what he wanted to do with the hammer though, maybe prove his manliness by hanging a painting incorrectly or pounding Madara's head in and whatnot. Anyway, the cat seems quite content with us. Although she doesn't really like her new owner much, hisses and claws at him any chance she gets. I named her Schrödinger, you know, after the world renowned scientist. Sasori says it's such a taboo thing to do, naming a cat after a man who suggested trapping a cat in a box with a potentially poisonous substance. Go to hell Sasori, Schrödinger was a genius.
Deidara and I were in the kitchen getting the cat a saucer of milk when our neighbours arrived. They appeared seemingly out of nowhere in the vacant piece of land adjacent to our house. There was a feint whizzing and whirling which gradually grew louder, a large rectangular box began fading in and out of existence, the flickering light at the very top of the strange structure glowing brighter and brighter until finally the blue box stood proud and tall where there was once nothing but grass and weeds. "Police Call Box" the sign read. The door swung open and two figures walked out, one male cladded in a pinstripe suit, he had great hair I can assure you that much. The other one was female, a blonde wearing a lot of denim, I still do not know how both of them could fit in that box. It was large yes, but certainly not large enough for the both of them.
They came up to our door, and casually rang the doorbell. Itachi answered. The man spoke to him for a short while before Itachi lead them into the common room. I was curious to know what they wanted so I brought them tea. It ended up being meaningless jibber jabber about our resident hooded figures and the gaping void in the sky that occasionally sucked random people into a different dimension and dropped dead animal carcasses onto unsuspecting passers-by. They had an odd dialect, Cockney or something. The man, who introduced himself as "The Doctor, just The Doctor" had chastised his "companion" Rose about "mucking about" when she and Deids started cooing over Schrödinger. Companion ey? I thought he was holding her against her will. They got one hell of a fright when they caught sight of Deidara's hand-mouths, I'll tell you that much. "The Doctor" pulled out this funky looking pen-flashlight thingy and scanned Deidara's hands looking for some sort of irregularity, he looked a little disappointed to find none. I was a little disappointed too, I was hoping they'd take him away and lock him up in mental institution. For shame Doctor, for shame.
And so we bid our new friends farewell as they travelled down the path into town, possibly to be swallowed by the void or eaten by zombies and never to be seen again.