A/N: Thank you to all of those who have reviewed up until now. It has taken a while. But I finally managed to get another Wrong Shirt chapter out!

Disclaimer: OKAY! I DON'T OWN NARUTO OR ANY ANIMES IN HERE! Are we good? We're good! But for the sake of the argument, I do own Cassi.

Warning: This fic holds bits of polytheism and paganism, as well as a mixture of Greek, and Egyptian gods and goddesses, and even perhaps Norse if I feel like it (just a hint, I felt like it), if you do not like it, do not read. You have been forewarned.

"Well… That Escalated Quickly."

Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock.

There is nothing more annoying than awaiting your own demise, or at least what felt like my demise, to the sound of a ticking clock. Thinking back on it, I had once found comfort in the sound. My best friend Heather, someone that was incredibly close to me back before the first death had occurred, had gifted me with a green clock she had painted all our anime favorite characters on.

I'll admit that though the green and gold I wasn't very fond of, moreso the green as I had never been one for the color green, the clock in whole I had come to adore. Heather's side had consisted of Kakuzu from Naruto, another Akatsuki member like Kisame. Havok from Fullmetal Alchemist, Alucard from Hellsing, herself at the noon point, and…

I grimaced, attempting to remember before soon sighing then shaking my head and giving up on the task.

For my own side, she had painted myself at the six o'clock point in a Disney-esk cartoonish form, including my blue hair I had back then. Along with this, she included my characters, which were Kisame, Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez from Bleach, Greed from Fullmetal Alchemist, Father Alexander Anderson from Hellsing, and…

I groaned, now trying to recall the last of my own before giving another soft sigh. Anything to distract me from that blasted sound that was causing a pulsing through my head, similar to the pounding one received when they gained an obnoxious headache causing a growl as I rubbed at my face. It was a sound of time that told me it was passing slowly, and each second that ticked off was a bit more of what salvaged bit of a spark of life I contained diminishing.

Quietly I paused and tilted my head, actually liking that line quite a bit and making a mental note to save it later for when I wrote a book on this entire disaster that had become my life. Staring down at the blanket at my lap, the bandages on my arms, and managing to subdue the ticking clock into the background of my thoughts, I let my shoulders and head slump before snapping my neck to the left, and then the right, the sounds of cracking sounded like a zipper as each vertebrae in my neck gave a pop before I hissed and rubbed the back of it. If Mordicus was still around, he would have told me I was being melodramatic, as well as over exaggerating the danger I was in for the time being, which might be avoided if I just shut my mouth, and kept to the 'no idea' what happened story.

But then he would have pointed out how I screwed that up by telling Genkai I was double dead in the first place.

What the hell am I going to do when they get in here? "Hi, name's Cass, just thought you should know I'm from a dimension where you're all…. Or were characters to me, and I died not once, but twice. Before I was here, I was in another dimension where I was with a man I also thought was a character. I saved his life and he took care of me in return. But he upped and disappear on me while the god of Mischief, who you're all not familiar with, also from my dimension, came and 'offed' me for the helluvit because… well, he's the god damn god of Mischiefs, so really, he did it because he could! But anyways…."

"Pleased to meet you!"

There, maybe if I just said it right like that. That way the red haired fox fuck that was no doubt going to come from that bloody door could knock my happy ass out, and send me right to the loony bin! I bet I could rock a straight jacket better than any other woman in an insane asylum, bring it! I would fully take on that challenge.

Now he doesn't deserve to be called a fox fuck, we haven't even met him yet… My mind muttered, that thing that I could safely called what remained of my conscious making me squirm internally and then glower while silently snarling, Shut up I'm in a bad mood.

It appeared that I was not going to be able to wipe Zabuza from my mind or block him out. So promptly and with another frustrated growl I fell backwards against the confines of my futon and pillow giving up on the matter all together of blocking him out while shutting my eyes and huffing out air from my nose. Whatever meeting that I ran into next, oh I was sure it was going to go just smashingly. Meaning my head was probably gonna be hitting something before the entire talk was through, and I was going to piss someone off, one way or another, without even meaning to.

Like I said, smashingly.

Being in a bad mood and silenced, always put me in a worse thought process than I probably should be for that time of the occurrence of silence. But the thing was, silence didn't scare me, it unnerved me. It made me worry because silence was always like the calm before the storm, and sometimes I couldn't tell if I was going to be dealing with a hurricane, or an air mass thunderstorm. Usually at the end of silence, was relief, and as I stared at the door, part of me didn't want it to open at all as my anxiety was quickly shooting upwards.

The other part of me just wanted Kuwabara and Genkai with the other three whom I was supposed to be absolutely clueless about, and had never met to come back. Just to get the entire ordeal over with.

The lyrics from the third Aladdin movie King of Thieves, complete with the villain's voice began to sing, "Are You In or Out," in the back of my head. Clearly I was now squandering what focus that had been drilled soundly into my head by Zabuza himself on things other than the situation at hand, or rather where it should be.The emotional and mental wreckage that had been done to my head by himself and Loki, I noted mentally, had clearly knocked me on my metaphysical ass and into the next town over.

Perhaps I should psychoanalyze myself more often when I have spare moments. I looked at the ceiling and glowered for a few moments before reaching up while shutting my eyes, rubbing at them through my lids and letting out a low groan. Then again, I act plenty insane already without trying to figure my own head out, even I'm having trouble believing half the crap I would have to tell these guys to make this shit make sense. Rolling onto my stomach I buried my head into the pillow despite the pain it caused in the rest of my body. The warmth of the clothes and the comforter combined with the comforting weight of it all on my back was starting to pull at me forcing me to relax. Shutting my eyes, I tried to let the silence drip down into my mind that the room supplied. Maybe it would help me think better at the task that was to come. I also simultaneously tried to block out the sound of that annoying ticking clock in the corner of the room on the wall as well…

Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…

It wasn't working.

Slowly I pulled myself up hissing through gritted teeth, forcing myself to ignore as body protested. God I was sore. Stumbling towards the lock, then falling lightly against the wall for support, I looked up and reached, my fingers meeting the bottom of it before I then shoved up in a hop that hurt way more than it should have, to knock it off the nail peg it was hanging from. It fell directly down into my hand as it bobbed once to get it lose. I let my legs give and fell down with as much grace as I could onto the corner for the floor sitting cross-legged. My knees stung at the mere effort, the clock ticking continuing though now muffled by the fact it was face down in my lap.

Finding the battery in the back, I yanked it out and the quiet of the room hit me instead. My eyes shut in relief as I fell back against the wall; clock cradled between my thighs and stomach as I pulled my knees to my chest and let my arms fall uselessly by my sides, "Thank god…"

Maybe it should be gods, not god. I grumbled, before growling softly to myself and lifting a heavy hand to my face to rub it out of irritation and then drag it through my hair. My head had never learned to shut the hell up since I was little, and it wasn't about to start to learn now when I would greatly welcome that peace it could offer me. But oddly enough, that was okay with me. I opened my eyes, wincing at the mat floor below me, and then the amount of space I had crossed to get back to the wall from my futon. At least something hasn't changed.

It didn't take a genius though to figure out that I wasn't moving currently, so I shifted and got comfortable. Mentally trying to will the pillow to fly to me for my back and its' point against the hard wall. Unsurprisingly, it made no stirring at all to come at my whim, and thus it was not coming to me at all. My laziness prevailed and I quickly decided that I could go without it while my head rested propped up against the wall instead.

…My peace was short unfortunately enough, as eventually the door did open. Lazily I opened an eye and stared for a few moments out of it with a lidded, bored gaze, before my attention was immediately grasped.

There they were. Renkai Tentai.

I instantly regretted not moving back to the futon, but at the same time took comfort that there was a corner, two walls behind me, instead of all five of them surrounding me. Briefly I wondered if my hand had enough strength to blast through the wall behind me, and my finger gently tapping it as my arm had moved up told me, 'yeaaaaaaaaaa- no, that isn't gonna happen sweetheart.'

Ahh Christ, if this is my reaction before they talk… I began to my beating heart, what the hell is gonna happen when they start to ask questions? Spontaneous Combustion? Hey, ya know, that might actually have been pretty funny to watch, myself squawking, arms flapping, and then whoooosh! Up in flames…

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent this picture that only invoked my hysteria from making me laugh. My eyes wincing and I felt as my face was contorting into an awkward expression that helped to keep back the bubbles of giggles that wanted to exit me like a loon. Beep beep! Crazy mobile coming to get yoooou!

That was what I always did when afraid, I always laughed… Or that was how it used to be. With Zabuza the only thing that had really been scary to be around had really been well… him. Kisame too I guess, whenever he decided to show up for whatever reason. And that had only lasted a few months, as Zabuza's intimidation tactics had changed when I was with him… he would hold a little less back in sparring matches, physically beat me, and all the while calling it 'training' instead.

Grudging bastard.

That successfully took the laughter right out of me and gave me time to look up at the people surrounding me. One was Genkai, the other was Kuwabara who had a wincing stare on his face. Now for the other three…

First off, let me tell you how wrong the anime was. It's not like they were ugly or anything. There was just a touch of… realism in the picture now. Yusuke's hair no longer looked mostly like it was pasted to his head, it was more of gently slicked back, an easy swish with it. His face was defined for someone who was 16, and the thug life glare I was getting in the process from those chocolate brown eyes made the hair on the back of my neck stand up slowly. That look didn't make me necessarily feel fine… At most though it didn't make my stomach drop like dark brown glaring eyes, filled with cold and killing lust did. This was still a kid after all, a kid with an attitude problem, but still a kid none the less.

He crossed his arms though, donning a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt for the moment. I simply looked him up and down, then quirked a brow of my own at that face. Cornered or not, I felt my shoulders square and a simple glare that described my mood all to perfectly currently.

It was thankfully him who broke our glare off with a question, "You got a problem?" I felt my eyebrows rise as high as they could go. I then felt almost like maybe copping an attitude first thing, might work in my favor. I contemplated it for a little bit, looking at the other faces that were watching me with just as much indifference, except Kuwabara… he looked damn near nervous.

What was that about? My eyebrows lowered as I scrutinized him, seeing him look bad and down, and then back at Yusuke as he yanked my attention back growling out, "Hey! You gonna answer me?"

"…No." I finally grunted after letting a simple breath, "I got plenty of problems, not a single one with you."

"Oh yeah, the apparent dying twice thing?" I felt a mental pause, and then shut my eyes as a want to scream hit in my chest, followed by a simple, gentle shove in my mind to lock those raging emotions up. Inhaling, and gulping it down, and then exhaling, I let my eyes open before looking up from my spot on the floor resting my hands in my lap.

"That would be a start." My lips pulled into a snarl, "You got a problem?" Now he knelt and I simply scowled, watching as he leaned forward and continued that glare. I leaned back but continued scowling.

"Yeah. You show up out of nowhere, covered in blood, with a strange ass book." His wrists rested on his knees and he remained in his squatting position, "And you got a weird feeling too, then you wake up and tell the old hag you died. And then you tell Kuwabara you died twice." He held up a finger, "Sounds to me like you're spinning tales, why don't you tell us what really happened? And what the hell is-" He pointed at my collar making my hand drift to it on instinct quietly, "That? You're giving us a lot of questions lady and I don't particularly like it when someone just magically shows up with no answers."

Well aren't you just pleasant? I growled slightly in my head and continued a wincing glare at him, cornered, but keeping my body as it was. I exhaled with a huff out of my nose while eyeing him with a glare before finding red's hand planted on his shoulder. I after all, wasn't supposed to know how these people were… Yusuke's eyes turned up before Shuichi's mouth opened, "I apologize… perhaps we should introduce ourselves."

"Don't bother."

Now it wasn't me who said this. Eyes turned immediately to the side, to the fire demon with red eyes and black hair, the starburst he had of white causing flits through his hair. His hand was rested gently on the katana on his hip, and those eyes were narrowed down onto me, an almost bored face holding on him while my hair on the back of my neck rose back up again.

"She already knows who we are. She has since the old woman told her, her name." My eyes whipped to that white headband around his forehead on instinct, seeing the distinct fading of a glow before slowly looking back onto his face. My front was grabbed and a yelp shot from Kuwabara, mostly on a yell of; "URAMESHI," as I was yanked to my feet and the wall met my back. The collar of the robe I wore around me taking me off the ground. I forgot he got tall from the short 14 year old he had been.

"Alright Who Sent You?" Spit flew from his mouth onto my face making me grimace. This was not what I called a successful recuperation. The fact my mind was read so quickly took me off guard though, and I found my voice had up and left me. So my mouth opened and closed a few times, before I soon snapped it shut and had to grunt as he repeated the question with a shake this time.

What the hell do I say? That glare that was burning into me wasn't making me freeze up, well, not only it. But it was everything else. It was the death, it was the funeral, it was the fact Yusuke Urameshi was yelling at me, the fact Zabuza Momochi was gone from my life, what the hell was going on?

There was no smart ass in my head to direct me either, so I forced the breath that was coming in short pants to slow and my eyes shut trying to get a grasp on what was going through my head. Why the hell couldn't I get a grasp? It wasn't that easy anymore. I couldn't pretend like things were alright when nothing was, but this question. Who sent me? I gritted my teeth looking down, who the hell did send me? Loki maybe? Death? There were so many fucking answers that weren't graspable so I went with what felt right.

"H-his name is Loki." I found it soon coming out of my mouth and a gulp to regain my voice came, my hands remaining on his wrists as they clenched my robe collar before I soon felt the emotions fall to my stomach and my head stop spinning, "And he cut me up and killed me, and I woke up here."

"Don't' lie lady." Of course not, lying would be stupid. So I finally gave a snarl of frustration and I felt it come back up and dug my nails into his wrists seeing his eyes narrow down on them.

I wasn't lying to anyone and I hadn't of done so yet! I bared my teeth with a growl. "I haven't lied since I woke up. And you're not worth what little energy it would take me to figure out a decent enough one! Now Put Me The Hell Down!" I moved to kick him but he jerked out of the way before slamming back up against the wall. I laid against it now panting, glaring murderously.

"I don't believe you. Now let's try this again. Who. Sent. You?" His voice was low making me cringe. Low was dangerous. Zabuza always got quiet when he was gonna really lay on the hurt. It made me tense instinctively and my blood drain from my face, but my heart start to slow. My jaw set and I looked slowly down at the hands keeping me off the floor. Well…

"She's going to slip the robe if you don't let her down, Detective."

For one of my favorite characters, Hiei Jaganshi was seriously about to take a fist to the face, mostly with muddled, turmoil filled thoughts behind it, accompanied with a scream if I wasn't able to get a grip on myself. Slowly I allowed myself to glower over towards him, seeing that blank aloof face.

I then looked at Yusuke who then paused and looked down, then up and smirked, "I dare her."

I raised an eyebrow at him for that. Now partially calmed by the absolute ridiculous of it all mostly. I soon looked up, around and sighed. The arms shot up, I felt my chin lift and tuck, and the floor met my feet quickly. I let out a grunt as the shock took me to my knees.

"…Whoa…" It was mostly Kuwabara who murmured it as I stood up shakily, using the wall. Thankfully there were boxers around me, and bandages where the cuts had been. This included the chest too, though I didn't know if it was for modesty or not. Choosing the wise decision not to care, I yanked the robe from his grasp, and then shoved it back on before shoving Yusuke with his stunned face back. I stumbled my way back to the futon, and fell on top of it before rolling over, and forcing myself to sit up with a grimace as everything hurt somewhere now. I stared at my lap for a moment, and then let out a breath.

"One more chance lady." Yusuke's voice was easy and I watched as he had turned to me and his arms were crossed once again. "No lies. Who sent you? We might be able to protect you from them, or we might have to ice you on the spot. Either way, we can do this easily, or painfully."

I opened my mouth to answer, but really what could I say? I tried to think, rather hard on it too before I found I had nothing. They wouldn't believe what I said… not without some validation after all. I then paused at this and felt my hands come to my face as I hid it within them.

Why couldn't Hiei just read my damn mind? He had already displayed he had no problem doing it. I actually peeked over my fingers to look at him, to see him glowering at me now quietly, causing me to flinch in surprise before soon looking down. I glanced to the side and frowned. Perhaps he was pissed because of everything I knew? Well I had already been pinned to a wall, so I suppose that was at least out of the way…

I then looked up and let out a breath.

"I'm double dead. And frankly, I don't give two shits if you believe it or not." He blinked at me and I shook my head, "You want to know who sent me? Fine, a bratty god did, after he killed me, and then threw me down here to do who knows what." I gave a wry smile, filled with loathing, "I don't know what he wants, I don't know why you found me, I don't know what the fuck he expects from me, nor do I know why I'm even saddled in this damn mess to begin with."

As he opened his mouth, I then snapped, "I'm tired, I don't feel like lying just to make you have some story you feel is plausible! I was brutally fucking butchered maybe…" I glowered at the clock that I had stopped, and then back, "Six or seven hours ago, and then I witnessed my own fucking funeral from my first death. So that being said!" I let my hands fall down into my pockets, "If you have an issue with my story, Urameshi, Yusuke, or even you Miss Genkai." I glared at Genkai as she quirked a brow, "understand now that I don't care. You want a validation." I found my hand lifting and pointing at Hiei, seeing the death glare that came and his lip pull into snarl.

"Him with the fucking Jagan can be the "validator." Since he's the one who decided he'd share with the class that I have certain knowledge but left out the fact I'm telling the damn truth."

Now. Being in a bad moon for anyone, and talking to someone like this, that can kick your ass, is stupid. Doing so with someone that had a demon eye, which could seep down into your head, and then scramble your brains. Probably made it doubly so. Either way, as a hand slammed down onto my head, and then Mr. Black and Gloomy yanked off his headband, I found I didn't care as I watched as that odd third eye snapped open before pain blossomed forward.

Thankfully a ringing in my ears, and a bright light of white blocked out my senses, letting me pass out rather quickly than experience any more pain than what I was dealing with now.

As it stood though, as I explained to Yusuke so easily, I was already double dead anyways.

A/N: Ah ha! I got it done at last! Next chapter…. HIEI (and yes, Zabuza will be showing up again. I would not be as mean as to separate a dynamic I have worked up until now to build. I'm not that mean! He's not getting much appearance in this chapter because… well… you'll see). Hopefully Cassi can get things settled with the Yu Yu gang as it is. But really, one can't just say, "I KNOW YOU ALREADY," and expect things to be calm. So yup yup. Off we go to do work and continue our lives... until next chapter. Lemme know what you think!