Momo's P.O.V

I glare at the sky, extremly tired and irratable.

'Almost there, Momolita.'

'Don't call me that.'

'Why not?'

'Cause it sounds retarded.'

'But its your name.'

'No, Momo's my name and I'm not gonna argue with a voice in my head.'

I pull myself over the 4 foot overhang and look around, "Where the hell am I?"

'Just keep walking and mind the booby traps.'

'Haha. Booby traps...'

'I will never understand kids these days.'

'Hm?'

I jump upwards, avoiding a three-pointed blade, "What the hell!"

'I said mind the booby traps.'

"Well can I at least know where I am?"

'Your much more polite..'

'ANSWER THE QUESTION!'

'Your in the safe haven of all dangerous weapons. Go in and choose-no-let one choose you.'

'Whatever.'

I pick up the three-pointed blade and weigh it in my hand, "Those weapons better be worth my time."

I use the blade to deflect any more booby traps set to kill me. And there were a lot of those.

I finally manage to get to the door and drop the now use less blade. Now I realize that someone was already here... And they made a big mess of the weapons.

'Yo voice, what's with this mess? Hope you don't expect me to clean it up.'

I twitch as a large sword pierces the wall next to me.

"Whoes there?" I hiss.

No answer.

I go deeper in and look through all the weapons, weilding each one.

I pick up a double-sided katana and smirk, "I think I like this one."

That SAME SWORD from before just barely misses my hands and knocks the katana from my hand.

'Voice, what the HELL is going on.'

'I said your weapon has to choose you.'

'But I don't like that weapon.'

I roll my eyes as a sigh echoes through my head.

I'm really starting to hate this voice. It might be trying to help, but it's really quite annoying with it's sarcastic nature. It's worse than Madara... And that's saying a lot. How does Kitsune stand that man?

I sift through more weapons, much more carefully than the person before. That stupid sword was persistant as ever and lodges itself in my arm.

'Oooh, that's gonna leave a mark.'

"FUCK! AHH! GOD DAMN FUCKING SWORD!" I shreik, clutching my arm.

I pull the sword out and examine it, "Maybe your not to bad... But damn that hurted."

The sword makes a PURRING SOUND that resembled an apology.

'What freaky weapons are these?'

I exit the 'sacred place' and practice weilding my sword.

It was actually rather big and white in color(with streaks of black).

I kinda like it...

'C'mon don't get distracted.'

I roll my eyes at the voice and make my way back home.

The 4th Great Ninja War is being attempted... Oh goody.

And Kitsune's mom is knocked up... What could POSSIBLY go wrong?

Note the sarcasm.

I stop by a store to get something to strap the sword to my back so I wouldn't have to carry it all over the place. Boy is Temari gonna be surprised.

My thoughts drift to whether or not I'd ever return to Konoha, but then again, do I want to? I mean, I hear the Akatsuki are gonna take them over first, but at the same time, I kinda miss the Hyuga's.

Hm... Who would've thunk me and Flavia are techniqually related? I mean, we look nothing alike.

I have brown hair, she has black hair. My eyes are hazel, her's are black. I'm good, she's evil.

Oh, and I have that X thingy in the middle of my forehead, she dosen't.

I finally make it back to Suna, greeting the guys who gaurd the village gates.

"Hey, Gaara-sama! I'm back!" I knock on his office door.

"Come in, Momo." Gaara replies, as emotionless as always.

I take a seat in front of his desk and smile brightly.

"Momo... I was looking through some paper work and I found an old newspaper... Do you know what the headline was?"

"No what?" I cock my head to the side.

"Akatsuki burn the book store." Gaara tosses the newspaper between us.

The front page picture was decently taken. It was Flavia freaking out and running off in one direction, with me and Kitsune blaming each other front and center, me pointing at the building, her waving her arms around.

'Stop waving your fucking arms!'

'I'll wave my arms all I want!'

And to prove her point, she swung her arms in many different directions.

"Um... I can explain." I sigh.

And I launch into the whole story of how I was poofed into this world a few months ago, stayed with the Akatsuki for awhile, and coming here to train after my fight with Kitsune... Leaving out the fact that I was dating Itachi of course, that woudln't look to good.

Gaara couldn't help but stare after I finish, now knowing my life story.

Suddenly, a siren goes off, scaring the crap outta me. And that siren means Akatsuki are in the village.

I walk calmly over to the window and open it up, staring out over the village.

A high-pitched scream that was a mix of fear and laughter erupts from not to far.

"Relax Gaara." I sigh. "They're playing tag."

Kitsune's P.O.V

I scream-laugh yet again as another bomb goes off near me.

I love the desert when I play tag. Nothing gets in my way, except for buidlings of course.

I hop onto a picnic base, "THIS IS BASE!"

"What the hell!" Madara stops abrubtly. "You can't just randomly call something as base!"

"Yu-huh." I cross my arms.

"No, you can't. We already established when we first started in Konoha that the kage's building would be base."

I pout and look away, "I don't wanna play anymore."

You may wonder why I'm playing tag with Madara after I was(very rudely) kicked out the Akatsuki? Welp, I was walking around bored out of my mind when I found him. Wouldn't leave him alone until he played tag with me.

"..."

Madara blows me up into the nearest building.

"OW! I SAID I WASN'T PLAYING!" I sheild my head as stuff on the shelf I tipped falls.

"You dumbass, we ran all the way to Suna for nothing." He glowers.

"Your the one who changed the rules!"

"I didn't change anything! You quit because you couldn't change base!"

We continue arguing back and forth, even as Suna ninja's surrond us.

"Look. Would you like to take over a small village? Will that make you feel better?" I huff.

Madara gives me a brief nod.

"Then let's go, these ninja look bored." I lead the way.

"Why the hell are you leading the way? You have zero sense of direction." Madara shoves me softly(as soft as he can get).

I pick myself off the ground, all to use to this, "Because my zero sense of direction is gonna find us an epic ass village."

"I'm really starting to question whether or not I actually trained you."

"What's that spose to mean!"

"Oh, Hey Gaara. Momo. Temari. Kitty-Ninja." Madara glances up at the 4 top ninja of this village.

"Kitty Ninja!" Kankuro's eye twitches.

"Hey, she taught me the name's." He jabs his thumb my way. "Blame her."

"It's nice to know people's names." I mutter, annoyed that the attention was on me now.

"What're you doing in my village?" Gaara says very slowly as if we were retarded.

"We're mental, not retarded Shukaku." Madara snaps. "Get it right."

I smack him upside the head, "It's Gaara not Shukaku."

"I don't really care."

"Yes you do!"

"It dosen't even matter!"

"YES IT DOES! Shukaku's in your friggin statue and Gaara is standing right fucking there!"

"State your business." Gaara cuts in.

"...Whut?" Me and my Uchiha friend stare, confused.

Gaara facepalms and Temari takes over.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Temari questions.

"Playing tag." Madara replies with a poker face.

The corner of Temari's mouth twitches, threatening to go into a smile, "How can you say that with a serious face?"

"Tag is the only game that I can play and still be taken seriously."

"Eh?"

"What game are we playing next, Nii-san?" I cock my head to the side.

He gives me an evil smirk, "We're gonna play Blow You To Bits."

"But I don't wanna play BYTB." I pout.

"Don't care."

I shreik and run from the equally mental leader, in the basic direction of Ame.

Madara sends a majority of fire based jutsu's my way.

"ACK! I QUIT! I QUIT! YOU WIIIIN!" I yell, diving behind a sand dune.

"It dosen't work that waaay!"

"I HATE THIS GAME!"