AN-YAY! A GOOD CHAPTER! As you can see I am very excited. I love this chapter. I actually like something I wrote…I know….shocker. The world might actually explode.

But hello people who haven't read my tuff in a while. Yeah, I'm not dead (though high school COULD kill me, it hasn't yet) but that doesn't mean I'm not busy. Exams are next week, then my ACT test Saturday, two graduation parties to attend too and I have to find a job still (FUCK JOBS, not ONE person can hire me for some reason *rages*) So I won't say I won't be busy but I CAN tell you this.

I have SO many Ideas for Don't Find Me. Blame my absence of writing and me wanting to procrastinate in my classes.

But umm…also I am not in a good mood; in fact I'm purely shitty. So thought me putting two chapters out would help my stress….so here you go.
Finally finished editing the previous chapter…*face palm* while this one has been done. Never NEVER do I plan to write a monstrosity like that again.

Anyway, hope you're doing fine.

Oh reader your beautiful, never change.

Thought I should say that. And…thanks for holding on *Bows*

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"Maybe leaving the motel before I was able to scrounge up more money wasn't the most brilliant plan…" I think to myself holding the last twenty five bucks I have in my possession. Sighing I put it back into my pockets with my hands following suit in my orange and black hoodie. With a complete defeated look I look up to the sky only to frown even more.

Clouds…dammit. Not even the good fluffy clouds children love to look up at in the park, no, fucking storm clouds meaning that if I don't find some place to sleep I will be stuck outside in the rain like a wet dog having been lost from home like a fucking moron. Seriously in who in the right mind would run away from a home that is warm and caring with food…like me.

In all retrospect…my apartment was not warm it was cold, and I didn't have anyone caring for me there…and food was often scarce seeing as my shitty job didn't pay much…but still maybe I wasn't quite prepared for this trip because now I am alone…on the street like a common homeless person who got to the position they were in merely by drinking themselves out of house and home.

Though I have been on this journey for what? Three months now? I would of have been here sooner if I wasn't so dumb with my money or…had a lot of money to begin with. In fact…I never really figured out what I would do after I came here to this large fucking city which is close to where I would need to be at least…what do I expect? To find what I want then somehow gain money although that was never my plan in the first place? Well…yeah I know this would mean I would actually go to college but how would I do that when that shits expensive too.

So now because my plan that was made months ago finally got me here with only a few dollars to my fucked up last name, and my horrible decision to leave the motel which I was getting a deal for because the manager of the place liked me (by like I mean horribly fawn over me and grope my ass whenever she could) I am now completely screwed…and it's now raining too. I look up at the now completely darkened sky that seemed to transform and I push out my lower lip in a more serious pout. This isn't fair, and I know life isn't fair, but that's what I mean.

Quickly, and I mean as fast as I could so I wasn't caught in the rain like the last time (I was sleeping outside and…well yeah) I tried to get under one off the many canopies in front of stores. But I was still attacked by small pelts of water that dampened my hair to my scalp and cared my tan skin with the streaks of water.

Damn aren't I a poet.

Sighing I stayed under the roof over head, watching people scramble with my golden eyes, as if an animal stalking my pray. But in all honesty I wouldn't really get anything for doing that so with a shake of my bangs I changed my positioning in my thought process…where the hell will I be able to sleep? This night….I have twenty five dollars and that's, in no fucking way, enough to stay a night at some motel. Why would I spend my last bit of money on a one night sleep anyway? Now I'm just pitiful…

No…wait…pitiful would be succumbing to prostitution for money…sadly that is a place I may have to face if I don't want to be homeless. Could go to a homeless shelter…but that gets complicated too. With what you do have, although you keep it on you, might be taken. Even if my phone hasn't been charged in who knows long and my cell hasn't been really under any service since I cut it off…I would still like it in a just in case situation. You know…like when I used to use it for time or a flash light…or if I was found out dead. If my wallet was stolen they could simply charge the damned thing and find out my cursed name.

I threw up my hood while slumping slightly as it started to rain harder, by the time it stopped, if it will ever stop, I feel as if it will be night time and when that time comes…I will be screwed and I have to find a place where hopefully I wouldn't get arrested for looking suspicious or have everything on me stolen. Or even worse, beaten up the stolen away from me.

I pulled my money out of my pocket again as I started walking on the sidewalk some more, the covering of the front entrance of almost every store blocking me from the water going straight down, though it wasn't quite as much help with the wind pushing it towards me with everything else.

I bit my lip with my fang that almost seemed to always be two sharp while I sulked, my bangs now completely drenched to my forehead, causing water droplets to run down the side of my face. Fuck me.

Sure this whole journey was my idea and maybe it wasn't the best plan made those months ago only living off what savings I had which wasn't much at all. And it is quite possibly not the solid idea or what I would do after this is all done, though it is not a spiritual journey, and this is important to me, apparently something out there has it against me to not complete it. And to think I was so fucking close.

I growl slightly under my breath causing an odd stare from a women and her purse dog but I didn't care. I looked around the area again, surveying it.

Nothing, absolutely nothing. No place which says free hot dinner, maybe some non-bubbler water. No hot shower or even a mother fucking hug. Nope, no signs like that. Just so many places that torment me for my low cash. My stomach growls causing me to sulk even more. My eyebrows furrow together slightly as I think about when was the last large, hot meal I had. Well…at least a burger. But no. Do you know what I had for the last four days? An apple. A fucking apple every single day for breakfast lunch and no dinner, I'd keep it for breakfast the next day. I gotta say that motel land lady was sweet to give me apples but when she's siting there stuffing her face with fast food ad she hands me apples although she know my story because if I sucked up enough I would get a damn deal she eats french fries and hamburgers but gives me handpicked apples…dammit.

Well…at least it wasn't nothing I guess but still…

I really am going to have to do prostitution. How does one get into the prostitution business anyway? Seriously if I can get enough cash with that maybe I could survive. But I don't want to become a whore especially a butt slut slut…I'd rather fuck those butt slut, sluts myself. Oh hell…when was the last time I was laid too…

I looked up at the sky as I was passing under another building before looking at the ground again. So…what will I do with this money…it seems like if I don't die of starvation I will become a prostitute, and seeing as something hates me and had its force against me I can surely tell that this money would be of no use to me.

As I walk down these sidewalks which are covered in water and cause my boot laces to whack at the backs of my black pant legs with every step in a puddle, two large men bump into my shoulder slightly. I say slightly because I haven't explained there size.

When I say large I mean in a fat way, not in a tall way. Because needless to say I am pretty tall…or 6 foot zero inches and slender…so as I was saying they slightly nudged me because to them it would be a slight bump. But for me I was actually propelled to the side. They gave me a glare and I laughed a bit nervously.

"Who da fuck do…" one of the men slurred and I could tell they were obviously drunk.

"Oh…well you see sir I was walking this way and you were the other when-"

"When the what?"He questions and I chuckle the slightest bit.

"When there are two crossroads and there are two knights and one road takes you to drunken heaven and the other takes you to drunken hell. And the only way to find out what road to take is to ask one knight one question what do you say to one knight to find the solution? Well here's the catch, you might ask me, one knight always tells the truth and the other one always lies." I smirk slightly my hands still shoved in my pockets as I arched my back slightly.

"Wait what?" the other guy drunkenly asked confused.

"With the, chicken…ask about the chicken to the-"

"But that wasn't the thingy I think…uh, hoodie gu-"

I was already gone, chuckling to myself as I ran across the street so I wouldn't be near them anymore. Though seeing those two idiots truly did give me a craving…need alcohol. I need it, I have enough for at least one drink, maybe two…but seeing as how none of this money is going to be put in anything and my journey is most likely over, even if I was so close I must have been delusional if I thought I was going to complete this quest…I say quest like it's a videogame…fuck that shit.

"Twenty five bucks…for my last drink…worth it." I spoke out loud to myself before crossing the street again, this time not J-Walking, and going in the direction those drunkers came from.

I stopped… Akatsuki…is this even a bar? Doesn't look like it...sort of...kind of…well whatever the case it's good enough especially if it gets me out of the rain for a little bit.

I climbed the one step quickly before opening the front door entrance.

"Welcome!"

What is this a made café? I grunted slightly pulling down my hood and shaking my strait orange locks before opening one eye, my other eye currently being infiltrated by a terrible thing called wet hair. There was the blond haired kid who smiled at me and waved before continuing whatever he was doing, I'm pretty sure it was sweeping by the mere fact that he picked up a broom. He was slim, had blue eyes and…natural blond hair. He had, oddly, three scars on each side of his face. Though he interested me with his apron on, I could tell he was underage and I don't want to have to deal with all of that again….again.

The bar wasn't empty, in fact there were four guys there in a group not being that quiet in there quad. Yet they all took turns to glare at me. The place seemed slightly busy, only for the fact that the tables, or a few, were still covered in a few mugs or bottles.

"Dei, I'll get them. You don't have to get upset about it since Tobi is…busy." The younger blond blushed as the bartender continued to polish a few mugs. He seemed to only grunt and didn't pay the blond any mind, causing him to pout.

I yawn, getting bored of this all and I move to the bar itself.

"What do you want, un?" He asked me as I got the most comfortable position I could have with me being wet.

"What do you have?" I answered back, twisting finger into my ear. The male gave me a look as if I was stupid before passing me one of the drink menus.

Nothing too expensive...but the good stuff was way more expensive than it should have been. What the hell is with these prices? Fifty bucks for a kind of tequila shot? That must be some really good alcohol if they're going to put it at that price.

But…I'm also not afraid to get a fruity drink…okay maybe I am a bit. But that's not saying I don't enjoy them. I mean who wants a bitter drink? Fruity drinks, not too fruity, can be heavy on the alcohol too you know…ugh fuck.

"What are you getting?"

"…What's a…Tobi on the Rocks?" My eyes squinted to read it, to truly try to comprehend what the description of it was…it was a question mark.

"Ah…the brat made that one he-"

"I thought I asked you not to call him a brat." The other blond pouted slightly, carrying two trays of mugs to the counter.

"Un." He grunts again, "Whatever the case that basically mean's he gets to create whatever he wants and you drink it. It's only five bucks." That's all it took me.

"Sold!" I yell slightly excited putting it down. I don't know who this Tobi kid is but if it's only a few bucks…

"I'll go get them!" the smaller of the two yelled, "If I let you go he might get sad…you meanie." He chuckles a bit.

"If there still fucking, stop them."

"They would be done by now." He waved a mock hand as if brushing that off before running through the back door. I didn't realize till now but…this place seemed to have looked larger on the outside…maybe it was because it was a bit away from a few other places on one side, the other side connecting with the building next over with an alley…but the bar area doesn't seem as big as it looked when it was made.

"…You smell like a wet dog." The bar tender spoke out.

"And you look like a girl." I spoke cockily back chewing on one of my sharpened nail tips. Looking up at him from the corner of my eye I notice him glaring at me with ice cold eyes. "And I'd prefer a fox. Wet fox."

"Don't say it's because you think you're foxy." He glares.

"Nope. Try again."

"Because you're sly? Un?"

"Nuh uh."

"Because you are a thief?"

"Wrong again Blondie, in fact it's way more innocent. You see the days I was a stripper that was my stage nick name." I winked at him, his face was now trying to stay upset at me but I could see it, his eyes had widened for a split second.

"…That's not inno-"

"Yes I know, I was lying. Truth is I used to have a stuffed animal fox that my mom sent me while I was at the orphanage as a kid." I shrugged my shoulder slightly, drawing a circle into the bar top.

"I can't even tell if that a lie anymore." The blond, Dei, if I remember the Blondie number one called him, put his palm to his forehead before running his hand through his hair real quickly.

"That was not lie." I say and stretch my back and yawn before I gave a small shiver. Damn I'm cold…I blame the rain. If I get sick though I am fucked. I'm not the best when I get sick…I should know, I had to take care of myself for years.

It was silent for a while between the two of us, the only other sounds being the annoying group talking as loud as they could so that another country could hear them and the sounds of that blasted rain. It was rain at first then…thunder…I swore under my breath. I'm going to have to sleep out there tonight unless I found a box in an alleyway…great…a soggy box house. I really am homeless.

Before I could dread even more about what was supposed to be my night a blushing blond came out with a smiling ball of something and a taller pale guy with green hair. Aren't I descriptive?

"Let me guess they weren't done?" Dei looked at the blushing one and he flushed just the slightest bit more before he snapped up his broom again, flicking his head to the side.

"Sh-Shut up…"

"DeiDei!" the new young boy yelled being the girlie blond I was just discussing with. He replied with a slight glare causing me to roll my eyes.

"And seeing Zetsu's expression he wasn't done, un." Dei responded again and I raised my eyebrow, kind of surprised by the small group.

This Zetsu character in this interesting bunch, I mean sure I have seen many interesting people on the way but that's not the point, glared deeply while fixing his shirt which was obviously wrinkled from his previous escapades apparently. Then he glared at me and I just raised my hands in defense, nothing being my fault.

"Tobi was too excited!" The kids name was Tobi huh? He looked like a Tobi…wait…how old is he? I stared at him from the corner of my eye, watching him bouncing up and down. Is he old enough to even sell drinks?

"Tobi is really too excited…calm down…" the blond patted Tobi's head calmingly and whispered something into his ear which caused him to take a couple deep breaths.

"This is the one trying to make you a drink today." Dei sighed slightly running his hand through his hair again, "I don't know why Pein decided to agree with him on this but he wants to practice to get his license in bartending, so he needs practice." The blond spook before moving away from him.

Well...that makes sense then…so I'm going to get a drink…from someone who has no experience…yet I am perfectly fine with it. You know why? Because it was fucking cheap. And I haven't had a drink in so long.

"He does try hard, Deidara." The blond looked at apparently Deidara.

"Un." He grunted again as if not caring. Though this girlie man seemed to have much distaste for Tobi the little bundle of weird cracked his knuckles and lifted up his sleeves to give him maximum hand room. He first washed his hands before rushing to get what he was going to put in the drink.

"Umm…hmm…" he seemed confused and I let out a breath before closing my eyes, I'd better think it would be better to have this whole mystery feel too this drink…or I'd find it hard to drink if I actually saw what was going into it.

"He's trying to make his own signature drink…he's been working for two weeks now…he's not completely horrible." The whiskered boy spoke into my ear causing me to jump and not expect it. He laughed nervously, "S-Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You seemed worried."

"Not really…in fact I'm perfectly fine with this situation. I might even get another after I drink this down."

He stared at me for a while; his blue eyes looked into mine with his eyebrows furrowed before he pulled away with a large grin. "You're eyes are pretty."

"Uh…So our yours." I responded, this one line receiving a dark glare from Deidara.

"Thanks but really…they really are…beautiful…yet dangerous…I don't know what I'm saying anymore." He flushes and laughed nervously again. His laugh is so…cheerful, even if it was nervous and awkward with the situation. It made me smile, and it wasn't a smile that I used to get out of situations, it was legitimately a fucking smile. And those are hard to come by these days.

It was awhile before I actually heard the sound of a glass being put down in front of me. During that time I was waiting, a good ten minutes, the blond went back to work and finished up his sweeping and ended up helping Tobi with whatever he needed to get…I closed my ears and rested my elbows on the smooth bar in order to keep them up without over using them. Because…well…as you know I'm slightly the bit weak from the lack of food, so I might as well conserve my energy. This comes from the person about to drink something of random nature.

It looked…Brown…well orangish brown with a small orange wedge pushed to the side of the glass. All eyes were on me as I shrugged and tested it with a small sip.

I was shocked with, not a great taste, but a surprisingly strong (and I mean strong) amount of alcohol. As if the thing was doused in it. The after taste…wasn't so bad though. Okay…it wasn't good but it wasn't the worst I ever tasted. Plus it was five dollars. It had a citrus taste to it, that being because there was a lot of orange flavoring of fruit…maybe an orange flavored alcohol? Though there was an odd hint of other flavors like watermelon and lime…though I can't even imagine how much alcohol was in it. Tobi's eyes grew large in wait, his enthusiasm high.

"I being the great alcohol tester as I am I can tell you that this had impeccable taste. The flavors orange and watermelon are good together if you actually combine them right. Lime was just a little in there, barley tasted. There was soooo much alcohol in it, way too much and…the way it looked, brown, wasn't really catching to the eye. The after taste was actually pretty good." I take another drink of it Deidara looking at me like I was crazy for taking more into me. But I don't want that five dollars to go to waste.

"A-Are you really a professional?" Tobi looked at me excited though didn't believe me at the same time.

"Nope." I spoke and he looked disappointed, "But I wasn't lying. It isn't bad…though after this one I might as well get another one if I'm not dead of alcohol poisoning." I spoke to him in a teasing manner, momentarily forgetting my predicament. He nodded happily as I continued to drink it, shaking my head every time I swallowed in hope that that would stop the intensive amount in which I could possibly die.

The Zetsu character seemed to have whispered words into what I could expect Tobi to be his boyfriend causing the alcohol bundle to blush brightly and slap his shoulder slightly before he left the room completely. Now…he walked through that door…and personally I wouldn't mind if I just figured out what it looked like back there. Like I said this bar looks small but the outside it looks big…it's weird.

I chugged the rest of the drink, pounding my chest slightly as it went down only to frown when I heard the sloshing sound of my wet hoodie. This in turn caused me to shiver and sigh, looking back out of the window. Maybe I shouldn't get wasted…I know I'm already feeling tipsy (Okay a bit more than tipsy) from that amount that I just consumed…but if I get totally hammered then I might just die when I sleep out there tonight. As In I would say something stupid and I'd get stabbed.

I looked at the boy who had kindly made me his lab rat with a dangerous amount of alcohol, he had a smile from ear to ear namely because I said I might have him make me another drink for him to practice on me...it being such a cheerful hopeful face that it caused my eyebrows to furrow into a pout before I sighed and put another five dollar bill on the table. Now I have fifteen dollars to my name.

Tobi squeaked happily starting to make another concoction for my consumption. Hopefully he listened to what I had said before and wouldn't add too much in.

To my fearful truth what I kind of didn't want to happen did and his next drink though the coloring was better there seemed to be the same amount of alcohol maybe even a bit more. It was like when teenagers spiked a drink and it was way too much and it didn't taste like soda anymore…Yes I was that kid but being an orphan and finding joy into sneaking into someone else's party, spiking the drink then leaving because the kids were ass holes and they were my entertainment…only two times though.

Sighing, I again started to drink it for Tobi gave him what I thought about it and told him that "Probably won't be getting another, thanks kid." I teased him as he pouted.

"I'm not a kid."

"Yeah I know, but seeing as how I used to care for kids under me in the orphanage, I'm used to it." I spoke, slightly slurred my words, I am not drunk…maybe a bit more than tipsy. My mouth opens and says things I don't want to. Before Tobi could open his mouth to ask he was called away by what I seemed to be Zetsu's voice. Damn did that guy have ultra-supersonic hearing?

He waved bye to me and thanked me before he left and I sighed, taking another sip.

"Let me guess, that was another lie, un."

"When have I lied Madame?" I looked at him in the eyes.

"Well-"

"I know what you will say but I didn't lie. I tricked you then told you the truth."

"But it was a lie wasn't it."

"Nope." I held onto the word longer than it should and I chuckled a bit before sighing and leaning back on the bar chair.

He grunted before he decided to run away like panties as if he didn't what to hear a drunken guy reveal things. Not like I wanted to anyway…the fucker. But not after the blond went up and gave Deidara a peck on the cheek, only to be saddened by not a love filled gaze. I guess it would mean those two are together.

All that was left was the whiskered kid and those group of four still talking away, I think they started a poker game awhile back but I don't remember that…just like I don't remember this kids name…oh…wait…I was ever told it. In fact I didn't even hear it. Holy shit he could be a ghost or an imaginary friend…wait…I'm a grown fucking man at age twenty fucking two I don't have imaginary friends. I don't even have real friends. Not to mention this kid talked to the others…so I guess he's real.

He looked at me and smiled, deciding to wash the glasses that Tobi had messed up with making his drinks. I decided to take another sip at that thought.

"So…what you said." He finally muttered after biting his lip for a while. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, "About…orphanage was it true?"

I stop for a second, do I really wanna' tell this kid about my past? No…but I could give little hints to his curious years.

"Yeah." I nod slightly. Brilliant response, just brilliant.

"I'm sorry…that must be horrible…" he smiled sadly at me.

"Only if you have two loving parents who care deeply is something like having no parental figure since you were a baby, bad."

This is where his gaze instantly turned sad, as if I had hurt him. I blinked a few times looking around nervously as if he was a child and was crying. You know, you look around for a favorite toy so that it calms them down?

"You…really aren't from around here are you?" He says slowly looking down at his hands covered in water from washing.

"No…I'm not." I raise an eyebrow before shaking my head, "Should I know something?"

"Well…it's not really just around here…it seems to be everywhere actually…it was a worldwide issue."

"Don't tell me, kid, you are on the run from the cops?"

"No!" he says fastly, "N-Not at all!"

"Well…you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Normally it's the drunks that don't shut up and tell. But I'm not completely drunk and I'm a good listener." I give off my signature smirk, signature to me and he smiles back.

"I…Just have father issues…and my mother's dead…so…basically no family." He speaks quietly I might not have heard him if I wasn't close.

"Well…how 'bought this, kid, I don't have family, you don't have family, let's make a family. And I don't mean making babies because physically that can't happen nor do I want to be with someone underage, but I mean in a brotherly way. Although we may never ever see each other, or even if the next day I'm dead," which is actually a possibility, "I will be your brother. You never forget your brothers. And they already got you're back."

We stay silent for a bit before he starts smiling brightly again and I smile back at him. Even if the people who work here are his brothers or family or some shit…I'll add him to my family. I mean…why not?

"Hey…maid." Came the voice of one of the men in the bar. I swiveled my chair around to look at them, arms crossed as if faking being tough.

"I told you I'm not a maid…" The blond pouted walking to the front of the bar and not being behind the counter. The four came up to him, or us, obviously drunk from how much they have been drinking

"Whatever…the point is you remind us of a girl and you're sweeping and cleaning like a bitch, so you are a maid."

His blue eyes rolled the slightest bit before he stared at them in the eyes, although they were taller and larger than he was. He must deal with these guys a lot.

"We know who you are." One of them smiles, smelling of thick booze, a finger poking at his chest.

Again his face started to sadden…though his eyes seemed a bit unemotional…this has to mean he's been through this before too….

"Of course you do…everyone does."

"Isn't it against the law for you to work here?"

"I don't work, I do it because I want to and no it's not illegal. You're all too drunk…you need to leave."

"No pipsqueak boy is going to tell me to leave when I could go to that damn child company thing and tell them that these people are forcing you to work." One of the men smirked as if he thought he was so smart…And sadly it seemed to hurt the kid. I could almost see his heart beating in his eyes, faster and faster.

"So how about to keep our mouth shut, I mean…the whole damn world knows you like it's up there ass so why not help us out." He smirked, licking his bottom lip.

This is when I stood up, well finally maybe a bit wobbly. I may not be the best fighter but I still have caused a few people to fall to their knees and double over in pain because of me. So I know how to protect myself a little bit…but these guys…they were hurting someone else.

"Why not sit back down; this has nothing to do with you." Another man slurred his words and I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

"You're pissing the wrong person off man…" I tried my best to glare…but the strong possibilities that those drinks fucked me up were unusually high.

"What are you going to say pal? That you have a black belt? A master in kung fu?" He snickers.

"No…but I am the master of street thug fighting."

"Street thug fighting?"

"You could say street fighter but they don't do what I'm going to do to you."

"And what is that?" one of them egged me on.

Before I could even think because of my disheveled brain I kicked him…in the you know…the place where all men find glory? They place that causes them to fall to their knees? Well he grunted…in pain…stayed up and glared at me.

"Now you see at this point I would run…or I would continue to punch dodge and upper cut but…so…how are you doing sir. Tell me answer this question. If there are two roads and two knights guarding one to-"

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"Hey…hey…are you okay?" I heard a voice calling from above. Maybe it's the person I'm trying to find. "Oh please please don't be dead."

"He's breathing he wouldn't be dead."

"There's a gash in his head and stomach of course I would be worried!"

"You just met him…"

"So when you just met me you brought me in."

"Same with Tobi!"

"But this guy's a sly fox he even told me, un."

"This guy can hear everything your saying and it's giving me a worst headache than you can possibly imagine." I hiss out, causing silence in the room I try to sit up only to be forced back down again.

"Stay calm…umm…what's two plus two." I could clearly tell who the voice was from, the whiskered cheek kid from earlier.

"Six in Boy Scout numbers, four in regular math."

"You were in boy scouts?"

"No I ransacked there camp." I mumbled out.

"Really?" I heard Tobi ask.

"No I just set their tents on fire."

It got silent for a bit before I heard the blond take a deep breath, "I'm kidding, truth is I was forced to go on a camping trip with the dumbasses by force of the orphanage. A tent did go up in flames since a boy scout was smoking pot in his own." I heard a few breaths before I opened my eyes only to blink at the bright light. The world was still spinning. I didn't know if that was because I was still slightly drunk, or was it the massive pain in my right temple. It wasn't until my eyes adjusted before I saw many people in one room. There were those Zetsu and Tobi people and Deidara and that blond who I still don't know his name was there too…then there was some weird tan guy and umm….a silver haired dude with purple eyes who was suspiciously holding a knife. There was a red haired guy who seemed unamused standing next to a duck butt hair emo kid thing. A pierced male standing over me while a blue haired girl tended to my stomach…wait…my stomach…

"Wait I'm bleeding!" I looked down completely confused as to why this lady was stitching my stomach.

"You…got stabbed." The blond muttered slightly, "After he punched you he grabbed your head and slammed it against the bar…"

I stayed silent…that did not go as expected then…

"He was being dumb." Deidara mumbles.

"He was protecting me Deidara." He glares at him, "It's my fault…and it's not like you were anywhere near…"

"I can't be near you all the time." Dei mumbled, his arms crossed over his chest.

"How about this, we don't fight and we figure out who the fuck he is." The silver punk spoke and I raised an eyebrow. Says the one holding the knife.

"I should be asking where the fuck I am…" I mutter.

"You're in our home…behind the bar." Whiskers smiled as soft as he could and I blinked…So this is the place I wanted to see in the first place…must have been the living room.

"Who are you?" I asked the blond, "I never got your name. And seeing as I stated we could be brothers that's essential."

"Oh…I'm Naruto." He smiles before looking into my eyes, "And…who are you?"

"My name is Kyuubi, Nice to meet you Naruto."

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Nice huh? Or maybe only I enjoyed it….huh…I never thought if it…well…shit. Either way I hope you enjoyed it, if so review please.
Oh and come on…really…who doesn't read Naruto. It has been SO good lately…except fuck you Sakura. Let SasuNaru have it's time.

The only outcome that Sakura would be good for is her becoming hokage so that Sasuke and Naruto could be with each other T-T damn strait. But really…hell yeah Kishimoto, bringing the yaoi back front center.

Anyway, off topic, but yeah…review! Please!