Now, now, you're probably like, "That's unexpected!" or, "WOW, did she really?" or, "It's probably because she was psycho." (I kinda like that last one. It's like… good girl with a bite, or something.)

I will tell you.

I did want to do it, but I never planned that it would actually happen!

Yeah, that's right. I just kinda freaked.

…Basically.

But there's only one good side to this! I get to do a back flash, and I've never told one of those before. So, here, we go, BACK TO THE PAST!

-Flashback (IT'S STARTING, GRAB YOUR POPCORN!)-

It all started when Sakura, age seven, was at school. Her two parents, Mr. and Mrs. Haruno, had a huge feud over something the small girl couldn't understand. But she did understand that it was bad.

Every day, for about two years, the pinkett put up with her two parents. She had planned to kill herself, her parents, run away, yell at them, contact the police anything to just stop the constant hate that circled around their house.

Sakura, age nine, was at home with her two very, very angry parents. They kept fighting, and bickering, and yelling, and throwing things at each other. The worst part is, when ever a friend came over to play, they would act like they were the perfect pair. It pierced the young girl's heart. Was she not good enough for them to act like that?

Soon, she started to cry through the night. So much weight was on her shoulders, she didn't think she could bear it anymore. For the next week, she had started to hate her parents with a burning passion.

Finally, at age 11 Sakura had enough. She yelled at her parents for at least ten minutes. When she was done, and heaving for breath… they started to gang up on her.

Shouting scolds and curses at the pre-teen, Sakura rebounded. She scratched, bit, kicked (poor dad) and punched. When the two parents finally pinned her to the floor, the girl panicked. Grabbing the nearest weapon, a butter knife, Sakura plunged it into her fathers throat. As her mother started screeching and the limp body fell to the floor, the girl ran for her life. As the women started to chase after her, the small girl hurled her large text book at her mothers head. As its spine slammed into her skull, Mrs. Haruno collapsed with a fractured skull. Two months later, she died.

That night, Sakura curled into a ball and knew she was insane.

Which wasn't very far from the truth.

She remembered having dreams about it. She was colored a midnight black, her hair, clothes, and skin color. She was standing over her 11 year old form, the bloody father, the nonmoving mother, and grinned.

"They deserved it."

Three months later, a funeral was held. Two months after that, a court session took place. One month later, Sakura, age 13, was thrown into Juvenile Jail with a weekly schedule with a therapist.

-And end flash back.-

Now. Lift those jaws. Yeah, when I'm angry, I get wild. I seriously thought something possessed me during the funeral, like it was another side of me, but I knew it was all on my shoulders.

Oh well.

What's done is done, and they had it coming.

Whipping my tears with the back of my hand, I give both Naruto and Sasuke a peck on the cheek and grin at them. They both hugged me once more before letting me out.

Now to face the cabin.

Walking up the three steps with brisk movements, I slam the door open and scream, "I AM BACK MY LOYAL DOGS!" Heads turn towards me, and I wave with a small smile.

Putting up a hand before Pein could utter a word out of his open mouth, I shouted.

"I KILLED MY PARENTS." Blushing at the blurt, I faced the awkward silence.

Hidan was the first to break the silence, and I was pretty sure he was gonna kick me out or something. But truthfully, these people couldn't judge me! They killed people. I mean, look at Sasori. FREAKING. PUPPETS.

"Well beep man. We knew you had in you." …Yes, he seriously said beep. But hey, whatever works for him.

Tearing up and sniffing dramatically, I run towards him and glomp him with a cry of, "YOU'RE SO NICE!" He brushed me off, muttering a lot of beeps with a soft pink glow to his cheeks.

Soon the rest of the cabin had gathered in a group hug, something they, and I, rarely do. Hugs just aren't our thing.

As we all settled back into our respectable bunk beds (I sat on Hidan's, seeing how he was all nice and stuff) we started to get engrossed in our conversation. We had small talk about the food, a large talk about art (pfft) and a slight mention of our pasts. We basically knew each other like a family.

One. Big happy fam-

"YOU STOLE IT! GET BACK HERE SASORI, UN!"

"NEVER, BRAT!"

-ily. I spoke to soon, didn't I.

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We were all standing outside of our cabin, already showered and ready for the next dinner. It was still light out, but it was about 7 o'clock. We had to be in bed by eight.

I took a gaze around and already spotted something out of the ordinary. There was a girl with silver hair in two pony tails handing out a flyer. She was on the short side, and I could pick out honey golden eyes.

This should be interesting.

Making my way over to her, I smile and introduce myself, giving any guy around us the dirty eye.

A classic teacher move.

Bwahahahahaha…

"I'm Justice! I'm here for the band try outs. Who ever wins gets 10,000 dollars. And… yes, the sponsors take half of that."

…

"SIGN ME UP!"

Taking most of the stack of flyers from the girl, Justice I think I can remember, I run back to Cabin Three and slammed the flyers on the two wooden tables. Kakuzu immediately picked it up, and soon, everyone had money signs in their eyes.

"We're doing this." Pein ordered almost instantly, glaring at anyone who would try to protest *coughcoughITACHIcoughcough*

Soon everyone was pointing in my direction to sing. Seeing as I was the only one fit for it, we started trying to find a drummer.

"Kakuzu should be the drummer. His hard core exterior is like that."

"Puh-lease, un, he could never match the 'hard core' exterior of mua!"

"…I beeping want to do it. If you disagree, I'll beat you up. Beeping period."

And so by default, Hidan had become the drummer.

"Okay," I start, "now we need a guitar person. Any volunteers?" I see a pale hand go up, and connect it to a pierced face. Seeing as no one else wanted it, I nod my head towards Pein.

But then, Sasori brought on the next question. "What else does a band need?"

"Back up singer?"

"Base, beepers!"

"Tangerine!"

"Tobi, its tambourine."

"A manager, tech. person, and the light person."

"NO WAY! Those are dumb jobs, un!"

"Well, we can't put everyone in!"

True fact, Pein, true.

After a minimal amount of discussion, the whole table soon burst out into a whole fist fight. I just jumped onto the wooden chair, and scream, "I WANT SOME OF THIS ACTION!" before diving in and punching the first person near me.

Ah, the dinners with Akatsuki.