Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto… it belongs to Kishimoto… and I don't own the plot… though I did make some changes to it… the plot belongs to my favorite author R.L. Stine.

Hi guys! Im here for another story… I will really finish this time… it should be easy…

To learn more about this story go to my profile to read the introduction.

Im writing this story in honor of my favorite author… but Im making it Naruto style for those people out there who love Naruto.

Again this is not my plot or anime. So all credit doesn't go to me, it goes to R.L Stine… and Kishimoto.

Note… for those who have already read The Sitter… then no worries… because this time there is a certain blonde who will take up romance with Hinata.

IMPORTANT! HEY WOHOO!! LOOK AT THIS! YOU HAVE TO READ THIS OR YOU WILL BE CONFUSED!

This story is told Hinata's point of view. Thats it... get back to reading.

Just so you know Konohamaru is supposed to be 4 in this story... dont get confused, I know he isnt Asuma's son but in this story and for this plot he is since Asuma doesnt have any kids... except for the one Kurenai is having... I chose the name Ami for the little girl... who is now 2 years old.

FOR THOSE WHO KEEP TELLING ME THAT THIS IS R.L. STINE'S STORY READ THIS! BECAUSE IF YOU DONT I WILL JUST SIMPLY IGNORE YOU LIKE THE BOTHERING PESTS YOU ARE BEING: Listen up

I know this isnt my story. I put it on every single effing chapter. Read the stupid disclaimer before writing stuff like: This is just like the story written be RL Stine. In fact it has the same name. No duh, I said it right from the beginning, the only reason I can think why they havent taken my story down is because in my story there is a love interest right from the beginning, and several other things I changed leading to the end. I'm seriously getting tired of responding to people about this. I love R.L Stine's stories, thats the sole reason I mixed up Naruto and The Sitter together. If you would just take the liberty of reading the disclaimer or author's notes first you would save me a lot of patience. Seriously I feel like the people writing that, are stupid retarted puppies who dont know how to read.

Enjoy XD

The babysitter

Prologue

We stepped into the shade of the pine trees. My sandals slid over the thick blanket of needles on the ground. The air always grows colder as we pass the guest house.

I glanced at the dark windows, caked with too much dust to reflect the light. The sour odor of the mold-crusted shingles made me hold my breath.

What an ugly place. I tried not to think about the stories I'd heard about the guest house. I knew they couldn't be true. Why don't Asuma and Anko just tear it down? Why let it stand here, rotting?

Beyond the guest house stood a rolling grassy sand dune. Beyond the dune – the glorious ocean beach.

"Thirsty," Ami said. "Thirsty". She rode on my shoulders, legs wrapped around my neck. Her hands tugged my hair.

"Ami, sweetie, please let go of my hair," I said softly.

"Thirsty."

"Sweetie, wait till we get to the beach. We're almost there. We always have our juice boxes at the beach – remember?"

"Thirsty. Thirsty."

Two-year-olds know a lot of words. But none of them is wait.

She suddenly changed her tune. "Play? Play in the little house?"

"Now, we don't want to play in that dirty old house," I said. "We want to go the beach, right?"

Kohohamaru's hand slide out of mine. He moved behind me and grabbed the bag of beach toys with both hands. I staggered back as he began to tug it.

"Konohamaru – what are you doing? Stop! You're going to pull me over."

He ignored me and pulled again, harder. "Konohamaru, please stop, honey. You're going to pull my head off! The bag is wrapped around my neck!"

I dropped the umbrella and blanket. Reached up both hands, grabbed Ami by the waist and lowered her to the ground.

"Pick me up! Pick me up!"

I ignored her and turned to Konohamaru. "What are you doing? What do you want?" I dipped my shoulder and allowed him to pull the bag off my neck. "There you go. Now what?"

He dropped to the ground and bent over it struggling with both hands to pull it open.

"Konohamaru, honey, don't you want to go to the beach? We want to have fun at the beach, don't we?"

His dark eyes narrowed in concentration. He has a narrow, intense face, and his big, round eyes and tensed lips always make him look worried or afraid.

He worked at the bag until he managed to rip it open. He held it upside down and shook it hard, sending the plastic shovels and buckets and cups and sand molds spilling onto the ground.

"Konohamaru, this is so not helpful," I said. I made a grab for the mesh bag, now empty, but Konohamaru tossed it onto a clump of tall grass.

He grabbed a shovel, the biggest one, and took off running awkwardly in his blue flip-flops, back toward the guest house. His baggy swimsuit, back with a yellow Nike swoosh on one leg, had slid down on his slim frame and threatened to fall off as he ran.

"Konohamaru, honey – stay away from there!" What on earth was he thinking?

Raising both arms to me, Ami let out a wail. "My shovel! Mine. Give back!"

I let out a frustrated sigh and ran after Konohamaru. He dropped onto his knees in a clump of weeds and began digging furiously in a patch of soft, sandy ground.

"Uh, Konohamaru? Hel-lo?"

The curly, brown hair bounced on his head as he worked. His breath escaped in shallow wheezes, almost groans. The sand flew. He didn't raise his eyes.

"Konohamaru, Ami and I want to go to the beach." I bent down and tried to take the plastic shovel from him. But he jerked it away and spun his back to me. He lowered the plastic shovel, both hands wrapped around the handle now, and then he tossed up a shower of sand.

I crossed my arms and stood beside him, watching him work. Sweat rolled down his pale forehead. He was breathing through his open mouth - "Unh… unh..unh…" grunting with each shovel stroke.

And then a soft thud. The edge of the plastic shovel hit something. And Konohamaru jumped, eyes suddenly wide, and jabbed the shovel in again. Another thud, louder this time.

"What is it? What's down there? Buried treasure?" I asked, leaning over the shallow hole. "Maybe you've found a pirates chest filled with gold! Wouldn't that be cool?"

Konohamaru ignored me.

He lowered the shovel with both hands, scraping sand away, shoving it furiously from the hole. "Unh… unh…" sand flew over the weeds, over my sandals.

"Unh… Unh… unh…"

And then I saw something curl up the from the hole, as if reaching from beneath the ground. Something slender and white and curved and…

The cloud pulled away from the sun. Bright white light flooded over us. So bright, I squinted behind my sunglasses and stared at what Konohamaru had unearthed. So white and bleached out in the sunlight, like and overexposed snapshot.

But still clear. Still chillingly clear.

I couldn't help it. I had to scream. So many horrors…

Since I arrived here, I'd faced so many horrors. And now this…

My chest started to heave. I couldn't breathe.

But whoa. No way I could let go. Not with Konohamaru and Ami there.

I had to be the grown-up. I had to protect them somehow. So I swallowed hard, swallowed my cry. Swallowed again, my throat dry as sand.

I dropped to my knees. I slid an arm around Konohamaru's slender waist and gazed down.

A ribcage, poking up from the yellow sand, glowing in the white light, shimmering and unreal. Bones buried in such a shallow grave behind the guest house.

I felt Konohamaru tremble. But he twisted his body, kept his eyes down, kept his eyes on the curled, white bones.

Still silent. Still breathing so fast, I could feel his hummingbird heartbeats.

Who is buried here? How did he know about it?

Are the stories about the guest house true?

Still holding him, I lowered my face to Konohamaru's ear. "Konohamaru, honey are you okay?" I whispered.

He didn't reply.

And behind me, sounding so far away, miles and miles away, I heard Ami's chant: "Mommy's bones! Mommy's bones!"

Well there is chapter zero.

I will try to update every day as soon as I get out of school.

This story is really interesting… Hope you like it… it took me an hour to write…

Well… I must get going now…

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