AN

So… I'm so fucked. Enjoy this anyway even though I think I might die tomorrow from various reasons involving embarrassment, panic/stress induced heart attack, and angry teachers/deans. Fuck my life.

I suppose that being pulled into memories would be a good thing for most people. I mean, memories are supposed to be fun and happy! But no, mine weren't, thus why when I opened my eyes to not find a hospital room, or death, I was very annoyed. And of course, we start my memories off in a small studio that was half a ballet studio and half a gymnastics studio.

Girls were chatting all over, having fun. Of course, there was one who looked so excited she couldn't even speak properly. Black hair with crayon red tips was pulled back into two pigtails and her bi-colored minty green and icy blue-gray eyes scanned the room for the teacher.

Seeing as how nothing was going on I looked down at myself, my own body of course. I frowned finding myself see through, like a ghost. I waved my hand around and found that I felt normal, I just wasn't solid.

"Attention girls!" my attention snapped and I couldn't help a small smile from coming onto my face. My old teacher, the one who taught ballet and gymnastics, was standing in front of the kids. Her curly auburn hair was pulled back in a bun and her gray eyes scanned the crowd of little girls.

"I'm your new ballet instructor, Ms Yugari, now for these lessons my main rule is to be kind, be respectful, listen to instructions, and have fun!"

Her eyes stopped on the small me for a moment, and I smiled larger, remembering how it felt to be in this class! Suddenly, everything blurred from the crowd and I found myself in a different time. Now, little me was a little older and she was doing back flips while the other girls watched, amazed. Ms. Yugari looked amazed also, I remember I had picked up on the gymnastics quickly as a little girl, I would always practice and the next day I would have it down.

"Amazing Itami, simply amazing!" And then, the small class of little children clapped as the small me grinned and radiated pride almost.

The room blurred again and now, it was around third grade. The small me was in the back of the room by the bar, doing warm ups since I had gotten there early to practice before everyone else gotten there. I had been very dedicated.

"Little idiot." I blinked, hearing that voice. I looked over towards the door, where little me was now staring at with wide eyes. My childhood bully was standing there, now looking at him, since I'm sixteen going on seventeen I feel foolish for acting so scared of him. But, I've changed so much….

The boy, Alex walked over to small me and she just stood there, watching him.

"You hair is so stupid! Who dyes their hair?!" Little me didn't even react, until he pulled out the scissors and hacked off parts of her pigtails. She screamed, and thrashed around. Ms. Yugari ran in, and Alex was already running out of the room by that time. She rushed over to little me and then pulled my hair ties out. My hair was now uneven, long on one side and short on the other. The scene blurred again, and I remember that I had been sent home with my mother early because of that incident.

The next scene was in my third grade classroom. I was frowning into the wall mirror in the sink area while feeling the tips of my hair, the stupid red had grown back overnight. And now my short hair didn't even reach my shoulders, my mom having gotten the idea to cut it all off so that it would grow in perfect.

"I try doing you a favor and you only make it worse." Little me heard Alex huff from his seat. Little me tried to ignore him, but he continued to taunt her.

"Crayon hair."

"Dummy."

"Little idiot."

Now, those insults wouldn't even affect me now, but to a third grader? That was like calling someone a lying, cheating whore. Little me looked downa t the sink, trying to hide the fact she was about to cry, when she noticed a pair of sharp scissors on the side of the sink. My class hadn't been allowed to use the sharp scissors, but the teacher had been using them for something….

Little me screamed, an ear splitting sound. Then she grabbed the scissors and flew around before she slashed as Alex. The sharp scissors were then imbedded deeply into his arm which quickly began to bleed badly. Alex yelled and quickly punched little me, but she barely noticed. With a battle cry she leapt at Alex, weapon still in hand. She barreled into him, knocking them over.

The teacher had run over at this point and grabbed the weapon from me and started yelling. I remember more teachers came in, but it was all blurry. And then the scene itself turned blurry to match how I remember it, tears coming down my face and blocking my vision.

Everything was black now, but I could hear voices.

"Ha, you're such a fail! you couldn't even land that!"

"Why do you even try? You won't get it."

"Little idiot girl!"

Alex had been taunting me, during gymnastics and during ballet. Suddenly, a scene flashed before me.

Alex, sneaking up behind little me who was grinning at herself while she pulled at the hem of her recital dress, was going unnoticed. Little me turned around however when she heard Alex and he quickly took the bucket of paint he had and dumped it over her. The blood colored paint dripped down her light blue dress and she started screaming and crying and tried to tackle Alex but didn't because she slipped on some paint that had dripped onto the floor.

I hadn't even performed in that talent show, I had been so angry and sad.

The next scene was some time later, it was me and Alex, fighting. It was afterschool and we had set the time. Little me had her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was fifth grade now.

In no time little me had managed to beat the larger boy up, all the while swearing at him using words she had learned from our father. Then she just left him there, and he too was swearing.

That had been the last time he had approached me.

Then, in eighth grade at age fourteen there was another antagonistic boy named Tom. He was a friend of Alex's, but he wasn't as bad. However, he did like insulting little me. And, fourteen year old me didn't like taking shit. Her appearance was pretty badass already, not up to par with me now, but she didn't look like someone to mess with… except of course the acne on her face.

When I was fourteen, I had gotten horrible acne that was painful and ugly. Kids didn't forget to notify me of this, but after awhile they got the message that if they said something I would fuck them up with words alone.

Back then, my only friend was Sky. She had been in the same class, sitting right behind Tom. And Tom loved to insult me, but I would ignore him. Deciding to be the better person, however then he started on Sky.

A chance came for him to insult me right after that, and this time, I had a comeback.

"What're you laughing at?" he sneered at the fourteen year old me who was chuckling to herself after watching our teacher make a joke at one of the kids across the room. The small me looked at him with a serious, no shit expression.

"Your face." she said, slyly making sure that the teacher was nowhere near. Behind Tom, I could see Lexi using her book to hide her smirking.

"What?" Tom asked, surprised that the usually passive girl had replied. Tom's friend, who was sitting in front of him began laughing hysterically and looking like he was going to fall from his chair. Tom recovered from his surprise.

"At least I'm not ugly." he snapped. The little me tilted her head slightly.

"At least I have a brain." she countered coolly. He blinked, then frowned.

"I'm cute." he stated. Little Itami smirked, and looked at the packet they were doing that had a picture of Frankenstein on the cover.

"Yeah, about as cute as el monstruo here." she mocked, holding up her picture that she had colored in with her bright blue pen, giving him an Elvis look. Tom scowled, and went to reply, when the teacher noticed.

"Tom, what are you doing? Eric, what are you laughing at?!" shouted the teacher scowling at them from his desk.

"Her!" Tom pointed at Itami, who raised an eyebrow as if asking 'Me? I've been doing my work'. Then, the scene blurred as I heard the teacher reply with, "Yeah, like I'd believe that!"

Then, the next scene made me scowl. I was sitting in the dean's office, sitting across from Tom, Sky was next to me. The day previous to this, I had gotten mad because Tom had insulted my acne, a touchy subject, so I had told the teacher to move him and accidentally told him that Tom had insulted my acne. Bullying, is strictly prohibited so I ended up getting myself caught in the sticky situation. The teacher, when going to Tom, had gotten a story that involved Sky and I insulting him. So, to get a straight and truthful story, we were all called down to the dean's office.

I was not happy.

However, before I could see more of the scene, and watch as little me struggled to find a story, and a way to make her insults seem less insulting, the scene faded. That memory, had been an interesting one, I remember that I had felt like shit going to the office and I thought I was going to die.

Luckily, me, who was never in trouble, and Tom, who was always in trouble, ended up getting what was right. Because I had been no trouble, I was more believed than Tom, who was always getting in trouble. I won, and it helped that Sky was behind me and she was a fucking angel back then.

Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts as I found myself in my house, problem was, it wasn't a memory. Standing in the room were the Akatsuki, my brothers, and surprisingly Violet and Kirai.

"I can't believe Itami didn't fucking tell me!" shouted Violet, gesturing to the Akatsuki, "I mean I'm just as big of a Naruto fan as she is!" I blinked, Jack and Chris must have told Violet.

"Chill Violet," Kirai tried to ease Violet's temper, "Tami probably had a reason." Violet huffed.

"Better be a good one… ITACHI!" Violet had then tackled said Uchiha and, because he was a ninja he didn't fall. She nuzzled his chest as she koala clung to him. He was glaring into the wall, his eye almost twitching.

"Bad Violet!" yelled Kirai, although she did nothing seeing as how she had a hand gripped tightly onto the chair. Kirai, did bad in rooms of people because of her bad eye sight. Violet, or me, or someone would help guide her in places like that, but now Violet was hugging the shit out of Itachi.

"Shush! I'm hugging a weasel!" screeched Violet. Hidan, who was giving Violet and irritated look, groaned.

"Can't you just fucking shut up?" he complained. Violet, in one fluid motion had flown from Itachi and tackled Hidan.

"The hell did you say to me? Don't make me fucking cut off your-" Luckily, Chris had been by Hidan and managed to save Violet from getting into a swearing match with Hidan. He pulled Violet to him and held a hand over her mouth, frowning when she tried to bite him.

"I'm curious, you're different than I'd imagine a friend of Itami's…. how did you two become friends?" questioned Konan, and Violet grinned as Chris removed his hand.

"Well, I was a transfer when Itami was a freshman. I didn't know her, but I did know that the warning around the school was to watch out for the girl with the bi-colored eyes and evil look." Violet began, only for Kirai to snort.

"Don't forget to mention that the school legends also state that she was a tall, vicious, witch who would murder you in your sleep and suck out your soul and blood so she could stay forever young and all powerful." Kirai added, making a few of the Akatsuki members chuckle.

"Yes, that too, anyway, so one day I was walking and I hit into someone since I had been rushing. I turn around to shriek at them, and I do call them a 'Fucking asshole! Watch where you're going!' but then I realize, in front of me, is the ever dangerous…. ITAMI DUNCAN!" Violet threw her hands up as if telling a ghost story and trying to scare everyone. Her audience didn't look too scared so she frowned and continued.

"Long story short, she punched me, I punched her, then I complimented her punch and piercings, she liked my attitude, and we were friends after that!" chirped Violet.

"And you?" Konan questioned Kirai. Kirai made a face.

"We were both in detention, and we both broke out and pranked the school, making us good friends." Kirai answered, short and sweet and to the point.

"What about that girl… Kayan?" Konan questioned. A few sad looks passed by everyone, making me quite suspicious, but then, Jack answered.

"I don't even know how it happened, I think it was at some anime convention, but Itami met Kayan, and somehow, the two compared their drawings and tey hit it off. Of course, Itami was very short tempered with Kayan at times…." trailed Jack.

"How are we going to tell her?" inquired Kitai with a loud sigh.

"We don't." suggested Kisame.

"No, Itami's too perceptive." Kakuzu denied.

"But we should hide it from her as long as possible, yeah." Deidara commented.

"When will we tell her though?" questioned Sasori blankly.

"When she gets too curious and won't have a heart attack and die." Jack answered bluntly, and then everything turned black for me and I knew nothing else except for the lingering thought of…

What the hell was that?

AN

So the story involving Itami and Tom, that's what I'm getting fucked over for. I'm going down to the deans tomorrow, and hopefully, I'll live and get the asshole (I'm not naming names) in trouble. And I actually did use those insults, and one of my friends does sit behind the asshole. But today, he did insult my horrible acne, so I did insult him (I'm ugly? Look in a mirror)(There was a good one involving the word ass but I don't remember it, I believe it was ugly-ass, not sure though), and now I have to try and get out of the dean getting pissed off at me.

I NEED WORDS OF WISDOM! Please?

Seriously, my poker face? I can't lie. I'm horrible at it. I look like I'm about to either start laughing to the point of death, like I'm up to something, or like I'm about to start choking and die. Basically, like this- O-O or O.O or O_O

Q-Advice so that I don't die, because if I do die, you'll never get to see the end of this lovely, lovely story.

A-My favorite OC, is actually my character Nikushimi from Crimson Stained, Itami is in a close second though, and my character Itami from Stoic Love is in third.