So here's another chapter. If you're hoping for a story that actually builds up to some type of interesting plot you are going to be disappointed. I have no great scheme for things I am literally just making this up as I go.

Disclaimer: I shouldn't have to say this, obviously I don't own Naruto.

I awoke the following morning to the sound of my cell phone ringing. The loud, obnoxious tune preventing any chance of falling back to sleep. I was going to have to seriously rethink what I had as a ringtone, but for the moment I would find out just who had decided to disrupt my slumber. Lazily I reached out from under the blankets and snatched the offensive object off the night stand, swiping a finger over the touch screen to accept the call before holding it to my ear.

"Hello," I answered drowsily.

"Let me guess its 10:30 and you're not even dressed," said an annoyingly happy voice on the other end of the line. "I'll bet money you're not even out of bed yet."

So I enjoyed sleeping in on the weekends, sue me. Besides after spending the remainder of the previous evening showing my unexpected house guests around the apartment and instructing them on how to use various objects, such as the shower and coffee maker, within said apartment I think I more than earned the right to laze around in bed for as long as I damn well pleased.

"I'm not taking that bet." I knew there was no point in trying to pretend I had been awake. He could already tell that I had just woken up by the sound of my voice.

"Well, get dressed honey. I have a Saturday off and you are going to meet me for brunch."

Brain sluggish from sleep it took a moment for me to register who I was talking to. It was Adam. I had met Adam four years ago when he started cutting my hair. He was your stereotypical gay hair stylist, bold, overly cheerful and an absolute joy to be around. We had hit it off during the many hours I had spent sitting in his chair, chatting as he worked on my hair. Eventually we started hanging out outside of the salon.

Brunch sounded good but was I really comfortable leaving Minato and Jirayia alone in my apartment? Not particularly, but bringing them along wasn't an appealing option either. Frustrated I pressed my face into my pillow to muffle a groan. Damn it all! Why did the universe seem to be against me having a peaceful, quiet weekend?

"I can't. I..uhh..have company." I crossed my fingers and hoped that he would accept that excuse and not ask questions. Trying to explain the presence of magical ninja in my apartment was going to be difficult if not impossible.

"Liar, you do not. I keep telling you, people you play with online do not count as company," he taunted playfully. "So…who have you got over anyway?"

Damn no such luck. "Oh my god you are such a bitch," I teased. "I do so have company. No one you know. Just some friends that need a place to stay for a few days." It felt awkward referring to them as friends but the alternative was to tell Adam that they were total strangers.

"Whatever honey. Look the more the merrier. 11:30 Café Medina, be there or I'll come and get you." With that the line went dead leaving no room for argument.

Throwing off the covers I slipped out of bed and proceeded to lazily stumble my way towards the bathroom. When nothing but silence greeted me I felt a wave of relief. Perhaps it had all been a dream. A rather strange and vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. Just so I could be sure I decided to take a quick peek into the living room. Reality hit me like a boot to the gut. There, sitting on the floor in what I assumed was a meditative pose, was Minato. Blankets already neatly folded and piled to one side of the couch. Glancing over to the armchair I noticed that the sleeping bag was rolled back up as well.

"Ah, you're a wake."

I turned to see Jiraiya walking towards me, having come from the bathroom. At the sound of Jiraiya's voice Minato's eyes snapped open. Obviously finished with whatever he was doing he lifted himself off the floor. "Good morning Sarah," he greeted.

"Uhh…yeah, good morning." I wasn't trying to be rude. I just honestly wasn't sure how I was supposed to act around these two, and as much as I hated to admit it they still made me nervous. "Hey, uhh…listen I have to head out for a few hours. Help you're self to whatever is in the fridge. The remote for the TV is on the coffee table if you get bored." I pointed to electronic device just in case they forgot about that part of the tour from last night.

I didn't wait for a reply. I was going to have to shower and get ready quickly if I was to meet Adam on time.

My boots clicked against the pavement as I made my way to Café Medina. Luckily Granville was within walking distance to Gastown so I didn't have to worry about taking my car, which was good because finding parking would have been a bitch.

Adam had already gotten us a seat by the time I arrived. He looked up from his menu when he felt me approach and greeted me with a friendly smile. "Glad you could make it honey. Where are your friends?" He glanced around behind me to see if anyone else was coming.

"They couldn't make it," I lied.

"That's too bad," he sympathized, "Another time perhaps."

I gave a non-committal response and proceeded to look through the menu. Adam probably believed I was lying about the whole thing but what else could I do? So Adam, these are two ninjas with crazy abilities that somehow magically appeared in my apartment. Yeah, that would go over real well. Better he think I told a little white lie than him thinking I was completely bat-crap crazy.

Thankfully he didn't ask me any more on the subject. We ordered our food and fell into our comfortable routine of eating, catching up and chatting about everything.

"So, when are you coming to get your hair done?" He asked as we waited for our server to return with the bill. "I'm thinking with your long hair bangs might be cute."

Adam knew that I often liked to change my hairstyle and was quick to offer suggestions. "I'm not sure," I answered reaching into my purse for my wallet. "I was thinking of maybe cutting it short."

"Put that away," he snapped pointing viciously at my hand that now held my wallet. "You got the last one so this is my treat, and don't you dare cut your hair short honey, you look gorgeous with it long."

"You're the boss," I smirked.

When our server returned Adam handed him his credit card to pay the bill. Suddenly something blond caught the corner of my eye. Turning to investigate my stomach dropped. There standing outside, his head visible through the large front window, was Minato. What the hell is he doing here? I inwardly shrieked. "Thanks for brunch Adam. Can you excuse me for a moment?"

Hopefully I could get him to blink himself…or transport himself…or whatever it is he did before anyone noticed him. "What are you doing here?" I asked in a harsh whisper.

"You left in such a hurry that Jiraiya and I worried something might be wrong, so I decided to follow you."

The fact that they apparently needed little provocation to believe it necessary to follow me was greatly alarming, the knowledge that they could follow me so easily without my knowing even more so. I suppose it made some sense though. I had only offered them the briefest of greetings before racing out the door. "Sorry about this morning, I was just running late. Everything is fine." I answered nervously searching for the other ninja-wizard. "Umm is Jiraiya here too?"

"No, he is back at your place doing…research."

That was a relief. Maybe I'd get lucky and Jiraiya would figure out how he and Minato could get back to where ever the hell they came from by the time I got back. The way my luck was going lately though, I wasn't holding my breath. "Any chance you could join him before…"

"Who is this?" Adam questioned, stepping on the sidewalk. "Normally I would say yikes to anything even remotely resembling hair metal, but on you darling it works." He swept his eyes up and down Minato several times appraisingly, a devilish smirk tugging at his mouth.

"Umm…" Minato stared blankly at Adam. No doubt confused about what hair metal was, or why Adam was suddenly eyeing him like he was a bacon sandwich.

"Adam, this is that friend I was telling you about."

Eyes momentarily widening in surprise Adam turned to me in disbelief. "Oh good for you girl, no wonder you didn't want to get out of bed this morning. If I had a man like that in my bed?…mmm. It is a little early to be dressing' like an anime character though don't you think."

God if you do exist please kill me. I started coughing violently as I choked on my saliva. If I had a strange guy staying at my apartment of course Adam would assume we banged. Unfortunately it looked as though my prayers for the ground to open up and swallow me would go unanswered. "It's not like that," I sputtered. "He's just sleeping on my couch for a few nights while he's in town."

"So you mean he's free then?" By the lecherous look on his face I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"No!" I snapped. "I mean do you really want to do the whole long distance relationship thing?" I really had no idea if Minato was single or what his sexual orientation was. However, Adam trying to date the guy was a bad idea.

Adam sighed in defeat. "I suppose not." He wrapped his arms around me in a quick hug before bending to place a friendly kiss on my cheek. "It's been fun. Don't forget to see me about your hair honey." With a casual wave over his shoulder Adam disappeared into the crowded streets of Vancouver, leaving me alone with Minato.

"Your friend is strange." Minato commented watching Adam's retreating form.

"There's no irony in that is there?"

Minato turned to me, his expression silently asking me to explain.

"Never mind"

I had tempted fate by foolishly thinking that things couldn't get any worse. I was wrong. What should have been a twenty-minute trip took hours because Minato seemed to get distracted by anything and everything and wanted to investigate. Trying to explain that the metallic beasts where not a ninja summons was extremely laughable. Thankfully this was downtown Vancouver, so no one really paid attention to how he was acting or what he was wearing. When we finally got back I walked into my apartment only to find it a total mess. Books, magazines and photo albums were scattered about the living room. Dirty dishes and what I assumed was spilled food stained my kitchen counters. What the heck had happened here?

A sound that could only be described as a masculine giggle caught my attention. What was he doing in my bedroom? Curious I started towards the direction of the sound followed closely by Minato. Jiraiya was in my bedroom alright. He was currently rummaging through what looked to be…. "Son of a bitch! Is that my underwear drawer?!"

Furious I grabbed the nearest thing I could reach and threw it at him. However, the sound of a shoe thumping off his back was not enough to satisfy my rage, so I continued grabbing anything that I could. If I could grab it I threw it. Had I been in a more rational state of mind I probably would have rethought the logic of attacking someone who, in all likelihood, could have me occupying several different trash bags before I could blink, but rational thought was taking a holiday because I was livid.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted pelting him with another object, this one a soft cover novel. "Why would you think it was okay to go through my things?"

With the exception of the shoe, Jiraiya easily block most of my projectiles, much to my annoyance. "I was..uhh…just doing research," he sheepishly replied as he turned towards me, a wad of lacy looking material bunched in one hand.

"Research?" I bite back venomously, "For what? Because I'm pretty sure that the solution for you two to get back home isn't going to be found in my underwear drawer!"

"I was actually doing research for a new novel I'm writing," he answered back voice laced with a false sense of innocence. As if invading someone's privacy was not only acceptable it was completely normal.

A novel? He violated my personal space for a novel? What the hell kind of novel was he writing anyway? On second thought I probably didn't want to know. "Get the fuck out of my room NOW or I am going to skin you alive, sew your hide into feety-pajamas and then set those pajamas on fire!" Again, threatening a mystical-ninja was probably not a smart idea, but I could regret it later. Assuming I lived long enough.

Luckily Jiraiya obeyed my shouted command and left my room without another word. Angrily crossing my vacated room towards my dresser I scooped out everything in the still open drawer and tossed it in the laundry basket. Washing everything was a bit neurotic perhaps, but I wasn't about to wear something that he had fondled. A shudder ran through me at the thought.

"I won't deny that what Jiraiya-sensai did was wrong," said a calm voice from the doorway, "but he really is a good man."

I turned to see Minato standing in the doorway. His expression was calm, but a look of sympathy poured from his eyes.

"That's a little hard to believe right now." I wasn't and all interested in hearing about whatever good qualities Jiraiya might have. I wanted to wallow in my rage and think of clever and vicious ways to get my revenge.

To my surprise Minato actually laughed. "He does have his quirks, but he is a courageous and truly loyal friend."

I wanted to stay angry, I really did. What Jiraiya had done was wrong, there was no denying that. I had to be honest with myself, however and admit that I was also to blame. Though I had allowed them to stay here I hadn't been taking their presence seriously, opting instead to ignore the situation in the naïve hope that it would somehow fix itself. Closing my eyes and pretending like they weren't here wasn't going to make the problem go away. As long as they were staying with me I was going to have to start taking my duties as host more seriously.

The first order of business would be to set up some ground rules. The second would be to find them some new clothes, something that didn't look like they were on their way to a Halloween party or an anime convention.

Thanks for reading

I'm going to be busy with school so unfortunately updates are going to be sporadic.