Summary: Life is hard; it's never easy. You can take one step forward in progress but life likes to backfire and make you take two steps back. But despite this, Sarutobi Asumi finds herself forcing two steps forward in what she hopes is a better future―a future where her twin brother is alive.

Disclaimer: "Input stupid/witty sentence about not owning Naruto and owning OC's and blah."

"Common sense is not so common."
Voltaire

I Bet You Don't Curse God
04: Expect the Unexpected

"Asuma, get your sorry ass down here!"

I glared at my brother from my position on my bed while he hid in the corner of the room, crouching between the bed frame and the wall. "What did you do this time?" I asked while internally debating whether or not I should throw my book at his stupid head.

Asuma grinned. "I covered Ani-ue's underwear with itching powder." Of course he did. That was...what, the third time this week? I couldn't believe I was saying this but I couldn't wait for the Academy to start next week.

"You're gonna get caught sooner or later, you do know that right?" was my only response that ended with a scoff. Unlike him, I was busy reading a book that talked about the Shodaime, obviously educating myself, unlike a certain someone.

"I guess―"

And speak of the devil, the door to my room suddenly burst open and standing there was no other than a half-dressed Hiroyuki. My sixteen-year-old brother was practically heaving, his face red while he held up a pair of, guess what?

Briefs.

He took a step forward. "You brat―"

Asuma quickly held up a container that held some sort of powder and shook it, freezing our older in his tracks. "Hi, Ani-ue. How was your morning?" he teased.

God, it was still eight in the morning. Couldn't a girl read in some peace?

Ani-ue narrowed his eyes before warning, "You better run, boy."

It seemed like Asuma wanted to say something but, being the smarter twin, I quickly intervened. "Asuma?"

"Yeah?" The moment our eyes met, I smirked.

"Run." Did Ani-ue really think I'd watch innocently like a bystander? Not hesitating for a single second, I threw the book I held at his head while Asuma sprinted forward, throwing my blanket over his face. I didn't wait to see if he caught it or not because we rushed passed him, giggling, as we sprinted down the hallway and stairs towards the backyard. We heard our brother roar out something and heard the angry stomps from behind us. "Hurry up and open the door!" I hissed at Asuma as I stood watch, waiting for him to open the backyard door open.

"The latch, it's...stuck!"

"Oh my―let me do it!" I pushed him aside and pulled as hard as my tiny five-year-old hands could.

"H-He's coming! Hurry!"

Shit shit, what should I do? Looking around, I narrowed my eyes at the other entrance. The front door… "C'mon!" I grabbed Asuma's hand and pulled us both down the hall, narrowly missing our brother.

"You brats, get back over!"

I pulled the door open and we dashed forward―

"Oomph!" We suddenly crashed into somebody, causing us all to fall into a tangle of bodies onto the ground. The person who got the brunt of the attack was underneath us, groaning in what only could be in pain.

I quickly sat up and rubbed my head while Asuma moaned from beside me. "Are you two okay?" We both looked up at the person asking the question, squinting because of the sun shining on them. Recovering first was my brother as he quickly nodded and he stood up...wait, oh my god, were his cheeks red? "I-I should've been paying attention."

"It's okay Nee-san, it's our fault for not paying attention―" Asuma was saying shyly before getting interrupted―

"Rina?"

"Hiroyuki?"

We whirled around and stared at Ani-ue, who was still half-dressed, as he made a weird choking sound while gradually turning red. "W-What are you doing here?"

The supposed Rina blushed before looking down to her feet as she began scratching her arm. "I-I was coming to pick you up for our mission."

"Shit, is it that time already?"

She waved her arms before saying in a high pitch voice, "N-No no, I was just going ask if you wanted to um...come with m-me to the weapons store a little early but...you look busy―"

"Oh, I'm fine, let me just uh, get dressed."

At this, I quickly raised my hand. "Wait, Ani-ue, Mom said you had to watch us until―"

Without warning, he pulled both Asuma and me by our arms into the doorway and shoved us into the house, slamming the door in our faces. We looked at each other and then back to the door, blinking at the sudden turn of events.

"Who was that?"

Asuma shrugged his shoulders. "I thought we already met Nii-san's teammates already."

I agreed with my brother but before we could continue taking, our older brother opened the door and rushed into the house, ignoring us. Hehe, it was funny though because he ran past us while muttering, "She probably thinks I'm so lame. Freaking twins."

As his body disappeared up the stairs, I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes. Hm... I whispered to my partner in crime, "Does he like Rina-san?"

"You wanna bet?"

"...She's still out there, you wanna embarrass him?"

Asuma snickered. "Oh yeah." We rushed to open the door and sitting on the steps was Rina.

"Hi, Rina-san!" I said in my most childish voice. "I'm Asumi!"

"I'm Asuma!"

Five minutes later, after a series of embarrassing stories of Hiroyuki, Asuma and I found ourselves tied up in our rooms, our hands immobile, as we heard high-pitched giggling coming from the front of the house.

"...Do you realize that we're gonna be stuck here until Mom comes home?" I asked as the giggles gradually disappeared. My head leaned against my brother's as we watched the clock on my wall.

"Yeah."

"And do you realize that she's not gonna be home for another hour?"

"...Crap."

Yup, crap indeed.

Expect the Unexpected

One Year Later…

All in all, school sucks.

Of course, I was learning things like chakra control and learning how to properly fight, but it was just...so...boring. Half the things they were teaching us were half assed topics that all clan kids learned by the age of five, such as the stretches and hand seals, while the other half was basic subjects I already knew from my previous life, such as the basic math and science. The only thing thing that I benefitted from the Academy was sleep.

Yes, you read that correctly.

I was that student who slept through every period, nearly every test and only woke up to eat for lunch and to hang out by the tree in the courtyard during break, yet managed to maintain a high enough grade to stay in the higher percentile. I mean, I could try to stay awake for the sake of seeming like I gave a shit―which I didn't―but why waste that time relearning how to do things I knew? The topics that I couldn't have known before, for example, the in depth history of Konoha―or what the crappy textbooks taught―I already knew from my abnormal obsession with books and from asking Father about these topics.

Honestly, I don't even think the teacher cared about that one sleeping student in the back of his class because had more important things to worry about, like say, the class clown―cough, Asuma, cough―pulling pranks or the Inuzuka that wouldn't stop chomping down on people, alongside his ninken. So like I said, school sucked ass.

And this was only the first year. Ugh, imagine the next two.

A sneeze from behind my seat brought me out of my thoughts, making me remember what I was supposed to be doing: a math test. It was funny because the supposed "difficult" test was one that I breezed through five minutes ago. Opting to look out the window instead of returning to my weirdly negative thoughts, I watched a squirrel climb up and down a tree until it stopped and began biting a training kunai that was stuck in the tree.

Huh, I thought squirrels were smarter than that.

"Psst, let me see your test."

Internally sighing, I slowly turned my head towards Asuma. He was giving me those puppy dog eyes he knew I couldn't say no to.

Freaking...that bastard.

Making sure that Hashimoto-sensei wasn't near us, I moved my arm out of the way, allowing him to see my answers. Should I have been concerned that my brother was cheating? Probably. Did I care? Hell no. Shinobi cheated their way through a lot so...call it an early start to training. I mean, I've succeeded so far since I haven't been caught.

"Alright, time! Pass your tests to the front!"

I heard several of my classmates groaning as I gave the person who sat in front of me my test.

"So how many did you get wrong this time?" Asuma asked as we both began cleaning up.

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "Four. It still gives me above a ninety though so I don't care."

"I don't understand why you do that."

"What?"

"Get questions wrong. If you can get a hundred why don't you just get a hundred?"

I scoffed. As if he'd understand how paranoid I was about getting hundreds. "If I got hundreds all the time, they'd probably do what they did to Hatake-kun and push me up a few classes."

"So?"

"That means I'll graduate early." I thought about what would have happened if I did. I'm pretty sure Danzo or Orochimaru wouldn't do anything to me because of who my father was but still...it's not something I wanted to do. I didn't want to screw up the timeline as much as I already have by simply being here. "I don't want to graduate early." As cruel as it sounded, I only wanted to save my family. It was selfish and I know but...others didn't interfere with my life, like Kakashi or Minato. I barely saw Kakashi after he left our class and I've never even seen Minato in real life. Sure, Obito and Rin were nice to me in class but...it wasn't like I was going to be in Team Minato, ever, so even if I wanted to save them, I couldn't.

So...that was it, end of story.

"Well, if ya say so."

The lunch bell rang and I took out the obento Ani-ue made for us. "Do you think he did something to this?" I asked, eyeing the lunch box.

"I dunno…" Asuma took a sniff after removing the top. "It doesn't smell weird."

Recalling how angry our brother was with us last night because of Asuma's stupid prank, I involuntarily winced. The end result of that prank gone wrong was Ani-ue needing to get a buzz-cut.

...Let's just say that sparkly water soluble glue doesn't come out as easily as we thought.

"Don't you think you should leave him alone for a while?" I eyed the octopus shaped sausage as I placed the cover back over the lunch.

"I mean, if you're not gonna help me, then probably."

Whirling around to him, I narrowed my eye. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He smirked. "Well, whenever I do a prank you're always with me so we both get in trouble."

I rolled my eyes, scoffing at his flawed logic. The only reason why I even did those pranks with him was to make sure he didn't hurt himself.

"Well, let's go," I said, changing the subject. "I'm not going to stay in this stuffy room longer than I have too." I stood up and walked out of the classroom, Asuma quickly following behind me. "Today's Monday right?" I asked behind me.

"Yeah."

"Crap," I groaned, "That means I have Kunoichi class after this."

That was the one class I couldn't bullshit my way through. I was doing horribly in the class because of the topic in general. Kunoichi class? Pfft, I wasn't the most feminine girl even in my past life and in this life? Don't get me started. The teachers were constantly telling us how to act and how to dress, and even if it seemed like some of that feminine quality somehow rubbed off on me when class ended, the moment I walked out those doors, any evidence of that feminine influence would disappear. Poof, out the window. I mean, I lived in a household where the male gender outnumbered the females, and my mother wasn't always home because of her job at the hospital, which left me alone with the boys. Hell, my twin was a boy who didn't even like showers.

I think that says it all.

So, this girl―aka me―don't give two shits when it comes to feminine attributes.

"It can't be that bad." I didn't answer as I slammed the doors open to the courtyard and breathed in the air. Kids our age were either eating together or playing ninja. "Let's go over there," Asuma suggested. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the tree. As we sat down, I got bored―because Asuma was setting up our lunch―so I allowed myself to look around at the screaming children around us. There were people everywhere but my eyes immediately went to the four standing off to the side, somewhat hidden by most.

I narrowed my eyes and―shit, out of all days, why I choose today to look?

My fellow classmate, Uchiha Obito, was being hassled by those who were clearly older Uchiha kids. Obito was looking down, his face identical to a kicked puppy, while the three Uchiha's were smirking and laughing at him, clearly antagonizing him.

Clenching my jaw, I turned to Asuma, about to say something, when I saw that he too was seeing what I was looking at. "...We should do something," I quietly said, knowing he'd agree with me.

And I was right. Asuma nodded his head and stood up, rushing to where Obito was. I quickly followed after him, our lunch forgotten. He reached the group of Uchiha's first and being a freaking stubborn, hot-headed person, he was quick to come to Obito's defense without realizing that the bullies were bigger and older than us. "Leave him alone," Asuma demanded.

"This ain't any of your business, kid."

"Just leave Obito-kun alone," I also defended, standing behind Asuma. As I took a step closer to my classmate, I saw him looking at us with so much hope in his eyes, but underneath that hope, I saw a flash of loneliness and fear. "It's not fair to be picking on someone who's younger than you."

I wasn't stupid, I knew that this was going to end one way or another―with someone getting punched and that someone likely being either Asuma, Obito, or me. But I didn't have the liberty to be picky and not defend Obito because if I didn't, what kind of person would that make me?

The largest out of the trio narrowed his eyes as he turned to me. "Oh, so you're calling us bullies?"

"N-No, I'm just saying that―"

Before I could finish though, he suddenly pushed me, causing me to fall backward onto the ground.

"Omph!" Ow, that ass―

"L-Leave them alone Ichiro―"

"Hey, don't touch my sister!" Oh no, this wasn't good. I quickly shot up and reached for Asuma, but I barely missed him and could only watch as he tackled my attacker―if you could honestly call the Uchiha that―to the ground.

"Asuma!" I went to grab for him but the other two Uchiha's suddenly moved and grabbed me from behind, holding my arms back, as I could only helplessly watch as Asuma began losing to the oldest one here. "Let me go, you assholes!" I growled out, trying with all my power to throw them off. I stomped on the shortest one's foot and felt his grip loosen, so I ripped my arm out of his hands and kicked the boy on the right.

"You brat―" He suddenly grabbed his crotch as he fell to his side with a shriek, tears streaming down his face.

Hah, nutshot, the fucking bastard.

Using this as an opportunity, I tried running forward but the one who was on my left, the shortest Uchiha here besides Obito, tripped me, causing me to fall face first onto the ground, scraping my legs and hands. "Where do you think you're going?" I quickly sat up and with my non-existent nails, scratched his face as I continued trying to escape.

God, I needed to hurry, Asuma was getting his ass handed to him.

But the boy was still larger than me―because I was a fucking tiny kid―and pushed me back down onto the ground and sat on me as his fist came flying into my face―oh mother of Jesus my nose. I cried out but I didn't allow that to deter me from my end goal of saving my brother. "Get off of me, you dick!" I blindly threw punches and felt my fist colliding with something, hearing a yelp, but his punches kept coming as my eyes closed in pain―

"Break it up! Break it up!" a voice suddenly shouted out from behind us. My hands, without me realizing, had been on my face, covering it in an attempt to protect myself - not that it did any good. As the heavy weight on my chest suddenly disappeared, rough hands grabbed me and pulled me up. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that Obito was furiously apologizing to Asuma as Ichiro was dragged off of my brother. "All of you are going to the Nurse's and then the Headmaster," Hashimoto-sensei growled out once we were all separated from each other.

...Well, I'm screwed.

As we all limped to the Nurse's room, I looked over and saw Obito walking behind us. "Obito-kun, come on," I said, beckoning for him to stand next to me.

His eyes widened in shock as he stuttered, "Y-You're not mad?"

This time, Asuma was the one who answered for the both of us. "Why would we be mad?" he asked, tilting his head.

I agreed with him since, you know, we were the ones who started the fight, in a way.

"Well, you guys got beat up because of me," Obito muttered, his eyes still not meeting ours.

"Hey, it's not your fault, it's theirs." I bumped shoulders with him as I held my bleeding nose. "Besides, they had it coming," I tried saying with a smile. Although, said smile quickly disappeared from the sudden pain I felt flare up on my cheek. "Ow."

Oh well, he got the point.

"I-I'm sorry."

I opened my mouth to continue talking but I was interrupted by the nurse. "You three, shut up and get over here." All of ours eyes flew to her, whose eyes were narrowed as she took in all of our injuries. The other three Uchiha's were taken else where, probably to a different nurse.

"H-Hai," I announced, going first. As I walked into her room, I quickly sat down on the chair as she pulled out a file. Turning to me, she forcefully pulled my hand away from my nose and frowned, probably at the blood that seemed like it didn't want to stop.

"You broke it." Damn it. "I'll bring down the swelling but you're going to have to get your mom to heal it, alright, Sarutobi?"

"H-Hai, sensei."

She grabbed my chin and turned my face. "Your cheek is bruised and you have a cut lip so I'm going to put some antiseptic cream on." Without waiting for a reply, her hand glowed green as I felt the swelling in my nose slightly go down. "Do you have any other pain?" I lifted shirt and showed her the bruise that was developing on my side. "Hm…you probably bruised your ribs here...oh, you have a scratch here…" After a few more minutes of healing and putting antiseptic on my cuts, she pushed me to the side and brought in Asuma.

"Oh my god, Asuma," I whispered, seeing his injuries clearly for the first time. One of his eyes were swollen shut as his cheek was red and swollen as well. His lip was split open, similar to mine, as blood streamed down the other side of his mouth. If you thought this was bad, it only got worse. As the nurse lifted up his shirt, various bruises of different colors adorned his chest and his stomach as several cuts along his legs oozed blood.

"You s-should see the other guy," he tried joking but when the nurse poked his ribs, he winced.

"The other guy isn't as injured as you are. What the hell were you guys thinking, going after a Fourth Year like that?"

Hold on, those assholes picking on Obito were Fourth Year students? What the hell? That was completely unfair―no wonder we were beaten as badly as we were.

I saw Obito part the curtains that closed off the room to the hall, looking in with concern. "Obito," I quietly called out. He turned to me and I motioned for him to sit next to me. He looked conflicted for a few seconds but then he came into the room. When he sat down beside me, I turned to him, asking, "Those Uchihas, they were Fourth Year's?"

He looked down and nodded guiltily, refusing to meet my eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Are they always picking on you?" I asked as I heard Asuma complaining about pain in his back. Honestly, though, I already knew the answer to this question.

"Usually, they don't get physical. They usually just talk about...how um, I'm a disappointment to the Clan," he muttered. I only sighed. It was no shock that Obito was seen like this from the Uchiha's. Nearly every Uchiha in our class was in the upper percentile of the grade and for them, they couldn't forgive him for the simple fact that he struggled in school.

Fucking clan politics. They're a pain in the ass if you ask me.

But…in a way, I understood how he felt. Although failing for me was nearly impossible, I felt bad for Asuma all the time. He wasn't stupid, he did really well in class than the average, but his grades weren't as good as mine and he got shit for that from our father whenever they would fall. Asuma and I felt the pressure all the time from our parents because not only were we the Clan Head's children, we were the Hokage's children. We didn't have a choice in having bad grades―we simply couldn't.

"Hey...if you need help, just tell someone."

"I don't want to bother my grandmother, especially since she's sick right now."

Hmm… "Then what about a different person? Do you have any other relatives you can tell?"

"I mean...I can tell my uncle but I don't want to bother him too."

"Your uncle?"

"Yeah, he's―"

A sudden cry of pain from Asuma interrupted our conversation as we both refocused on the bigger issue at hand.

"I'm pretty sure you fractured your rib too, Sarutobi."

Hearing this, my head fell forward as I imagined what Mom would say. "We're screwed Asuma," I groaned into my hands.

"I know." He groaned as the nurse continued her healing. "But Mom isn't the one I'm worried about."

Oh my god, I don't even want to imagine how Father was going to react. I could already feel their anger once they found out about today.

"W-Why?" Obito asked us.

I turned to him and answered, "We have some family gathering this weekend and with Asuma and I like this, we're going to be an embarrassment." I sniffled―oh shit, wrong thing to do, my nose hurts like a mother―

"Embarrassment? Why? It's not like you're the Clan Head's kids." The moment he said those words, the room went silent enough to where you'd probably be able to hear a pin drop―even the nurse stopped what she was doing and turned to him.

After a few awkward seconds, Asuma let out a loud laugh as I began giggling.

"W-Wait, do you not know who we are?" I managed to ask him between my laughs.

"No?"

"Oh, Obito," I shook my head as the nurse turned her attention back to Asuma, grumbling about how she needed a better pay―and she was probably right because honestly, do you know a number of kids who get into fights and then have to go to the nurse's office?

Do you? No?

Well...it's a lot.

"Obito, our dad is the clan head of the Sarutobi clan."

"And he's the Hokage," I added, finishing Asuma's sentence.

He blinked owlishly at us before screaming, somehow falling off of his chair. I sat there, startled by the sudden change of events, before he suddenly crawled towards me while crying, "I-I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." My eyes widened, along with my brother's, as he placed his forehead on the floor.

"W-Whoa, don't do that." I slid off my chair and pulled him up. "Don't treat us special because of who our dad is." From the corner of my eye, I saw a look of disdain on Asuma's face from mention of who our dad was.

"I got the Hokage's kids beat up!"

Raising an eyebrow, I sat us both back down on the chair. "So?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You don't care?"

"Nah, we don't."

"...Oh."

"Ow!" Asuma was looking up as tears were gathering in his eyes. "That hurt!"

At least his pain got me out of that conversation―it was one that I didn't want to talk about and quite frankly, tried avoiding as much as possible. Being treated with special treatment simply because of my father's occupation was slowly becoming annoying―now I understood why Asuma didn't have the best of relationships with him when he got older.

"Of course it's gonna hurt, it's hydroperoxide." The liquid was bubbling in the various as she held up his arm. "Alright, you're definitely going to have to get your mother to look at this. Come on Uchiha, get over here."

He guiltily looked at me while muttering, "I-I'm fine―"

"I said, come here."

I gave Obito a sympathetic pat as he slid off the chair. I helped Asuma next to me as we both watched as the nurse looked over the last of our trio.

"Huh...kid, these bruises are at least two days old." He didn't say anything as the nurse gave him a knowing look. "Did those kids do this do you?"

"I…"

"You better not lie."

"...Yes, Ma'am." My heart fell as I saw the look that was on his face. "But I fought back?"

"Alright, so they'll heal in a few more days so you're good." Patting him on the shoulder, she stood up and led us out of the room where Hashimoto-sensei was standing, the Fourth Year Students standing behind him. Ichiro was glaring at us while the boy who I kicked looked at me. Smirking, the moment our eyes met, I winked at him. He flinched, not hesitating a second before returning his gaze down to the floor.

"Let's go."

As Asuma and I limped behind sensei, Obito was next to him, the two of us trying to help my brother. It had to be an interesting sight; we were just three heavily injured kids, beat up as hell, but simply trying to live the life that we were given.

We sure weren't doing a hell of a job at it though.

Expect the Unexpected

Today's end result? We were all suspended; Asuma, Obito, and I for two days while the Fourth Year Students were suspended for a week.

"You need to have someone pick you up, who can we summon?"

"W-Well...my mother has a five-hour surgery that started at eight so she can't come." It was still eleven.

"I guess you can summon our dad but I'm not sure if he can come since, well, he's probably busy with his Hokage duties."

"And our brother is on a mission today," I added to what Asuma said.

The Chunin at the desk blankly stared at us. "So basically, you have no one to come pick you up," he said after a few seconds of awkward silence.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, if you send for our dad, he'll probably have someone pick us up."

He then proceeded to groan. "So you're telling me that I have to summon the Hokage?" he complained, throwing his head up to the ceiling.

"Pretty much."

The Chunin glared at us―which I don't understand for, because, you know, this was his job―then slowly walked over to the bird cages. He said something to the bird and sent it out through the window before turning to Obito. "What about you, kid? Who can I summon for you? It says your Grandmother's the guardian, can we get her?"

He scratched the back of his neck before muttering, "Please don't, she's not feeling good right now."

"Then who can I summon?" the chunin growled out, clearly starting to get annoyed.

Ugh, I hate this guy, and I've barely known him for five minutes.

"...My uncle?" Obito suggested.

"And…?" The chunin motioned with his hands for Obito to continue. "Who's your uncle?"

After deliberating for a few seconds, he quietly said, "...Fugaku-sama."

My reaction was immediate. I let out loud, what, before whirling around to my classmate. My mouth hung open in shock as I heard the chunin groaning once more.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me, your uncle's a Clan Head too?" Obito nodded his head as Asuma and I continued to openly stare at him at the mention of who his uncle was. "All of you...god, this job is going to be the death of me," we all heard him complain as he reluctantly walked to the bird cages once more.

While he did this, my mind was reeling. What the hell, was it like that in the manga? I don't remember shit when it came to Obito's family besides knowing that he was an orphan. Was he really Fugaku's nephew?

I am so confused.

"You three are to wait here until a guardian comes, is that understood?"

"Hai."

So as we waited, I turned to Asuma and asked, "What are the chances of Father coming to pick us up?"

My brother snorted as he began picking at the bandaid on his arm. "None."

I tried to remain optimistic, since it was Father's lunch break at the moment. "Maybe he might come? I mean, he should be on lunch right now."

"Asumi, don't bet on it. He isn't gonna come." And with that, Asuma turned away, clearly showing me to leave him alone.

Sneering at him, I then turned my attention to Obito because someone had an attitude and I didn't feel like dealing with that shit. "Who do you eat lunch with?"

"Me?"

"No, to the ghost sitting next to you," I deadpanned. "Of course you!"

"S-Sorry." Obito sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Sometimes, Rin-chan eats with me but today she isn't here."

"Oh…" I felt myself pout as I began thinking. Maybe I could invite him to eat with us? "Well―"

"Eat with us Obito! Asumi's really boring all the time so it'll be cool to have someone to play ninja or eat with!"

I growled at Asuma, crossing my arms over my chest. "Shut up, Asuma, you know I don't like school! Besides, we do all of that when we get home!"

He made a weird face at me before turning back to Obito. "So, will you? You don't have to every day because you said you ate lunch with Rin so on days you don't―"

"Okay!" Obito didn't even bother waiting for Asuma to finish as he grinned like there was no tomorrow. "You guys are so nice! We should all play at the park again once we're out of suspension," he suggested.

At this, both Asuma and I winced. "It might be a while before something like that happens."

"W-Why?"

"I'm not even sure if we'll survive the day," I muttered, slouching further into my seat.

The doors behind us suddenly flew open, revealing―oh, well, Asuma was right. I should have known that our father wouldn't come pick us up.

"Hi, Orochimaru-san," both Asuma and I greeted, quickly turning our eyes down at the glare from his creepy yellow eyes.

...Oh, excuse me, I never did mention my father's students, did I? Well, I am now. I've met Orochimaru...about two times before today? The first was that horrific birthday bash that went wrong when we turned five and another when he came by the house for something.

I dunno, I don't really remember the second time.

Anyways, the snake sannin hissed at us before turning to the chunin. "The Hokage has asked for his children to come with me. Where am I to sign?" Apparently, the chunin was also creeped out by Orochimaru, and with a shaky hand, pointed to a sheet of paper on the table.

"H-Here, Orochimaru-sama."

I quickly grabbed Asuma's hand as I whispered to him, "Do you think he's going to take us to Father?"

Before he could answer, though, Orochimaru whirled around. "Yes, Sensei wants to see you."

Well...shit.

Expect the Unexpected - End

A/N: Lmao those of you who followed this story are probably thinking to yourselves, who the fuck is this? What the fuck is this story? Was I following this story?

Well, my dearest reader, this is a new chapter. Yes, a chapter that has taken about...a year, give or take, to write. Honestly, I don't really have a good excuse besides not having motivation? I guess? I'm really sorry though.

Super sorry.

BUT here's a new chapter! A bad chapter nonetheless!

SO enjoy!

ALso, thank you guys so much for the amount of follows and favorites and reviews I still continue to get. Y'ALL MAKIN ME CRY! So, I'm going to try to get out the next chapter as fast as I can, but like I mentioned in my other story, Safe and Sound, (yes, this is some shameful self-promo), senior year is starting so my scheduling for writing (if you could even call it that) might be all over the place until I get a feel of my new classes/schedule.

Also, this ending seemed kind of rushed but I couldn't figure out how to end it so...here ya go.

But, please review! I really would like to know how I'm progressing with how I'm writing my characters and my plots :)

Until next time!