Howdy ho my readers, Bookworm here presenting you with the brand new story Baka Neko! Sequal to Becka neko: Several years has past since Becka's 'little' trip to the Naruto universe. What's she gonna do when ten kitties (Cough coughAKATSUKIcough cough) enter her life? "Bwahaha! Ten kittens, on MY salary? You must be shitting bricks if you think I can afford them!"

Baka Neko!

(EnJoY)

"Hey kid!" A man in his car shouted, poking his head out the window. "Move your ass out of the street!" He slammed his hand down on the horn, furthermore showing his agitation.

The teen, who had a skateboard in his hand and a styrofoam cup in the other, flipped him the birdie. "Make me old man!" He threw the styrofoam on the windshield. Hot chocolate exploded and covered the entire front.

The man swung open his car door and stormed out, ready to beat the teen into oblivion. But the boy broke off into a jog and threw his board down, wheeling away with a sneer.

"You little shit!"

He stuck his tongue out. "Baaah, sticks and stones old man, sticks and stones." The man would have gladly chased him down, but several cars behind him honked their horns angrily.

"Hurry up and get out of the way!" One of them shouted.

"Asshole!" A woman screeched.

The teen chuckled as he gained speed, swerving past the many stopped cars down the hill. Whirling into the roaring street past the stoplight, he narrowedly dodged the cars that flew past. Ignoring the occasional shouts of 'dumbass kid!' or 'get outta the way!', he skating on, humming a merry tune.

Rolling back onto the sidewalk, he turned into an alley. It was the usual route he took after school. Since his job was under investigation due to some cash being stolen, he now came straight home.

Entering his neighborhood, he passed by an elderly woman. She had on an ugly sunflower dress and had her gray hair pulled back into a bun. "Oh, Mat, can you help me-"

"Lalalalalala!" He yelled, pushing himself forward, blocking out the old grannies request. "I can't hear yooouuuuuu!" Helping some old hag find her dog that had been dead for nearly two years was not exactly on his list of things to do.

The teen hopped off his skateboard and picked it up, the board resting on his bum and both hands gripping either side. He came to his drive way, a slope heading down to a small two roomed house. The colour was an ugly yellow with white tinting and windows. But the beautiful bushes and flowers that was planted up around the house didn't make it such an eyesore.

He jogged up the steps and up to the glass screen door. His reflection revealed him to be a sixteen year old boy with green eyes and neck-length messy brown hair, his bangs covered parts of his face and he irritably brushed them away.

He had a pretty nice muscular build with dark green cargo pants and a black short-sleeved shirt with the words 'Insane' splattered in red on his back.

Digging through his pocket, he pulled out a flame designed key and unlocked the door. He stepped in, kicking the door behind him and throwing his board onto the couch. "Whewie! I'm so glad I got back here before the downpour!" He exclaimed, hearing a crackle of thunder. Dropping his backpack on the ground, he ventured into the kitchen, hoping to find something to munch on.

While he had been digging through the cabinets, a vibration in his pocket made him jumped. Flipping the phone open, he frowned. "What?" He growled, the phone against his ear.

"Gasp, is that anyway to talk to your bud?" Came a dramatic gasped from the other end.

"It is when I'm hungry." He muttered, moving on to the fridge. "What do you want Noah?"

"Me and a couple of people from the soccer team are fixing to play a game, you in?"

The teen snorted, slamming the fridge. "You do know it's fixing to piss pour right?"

"Really? I thought the hot chick on the weather channel said it was gonna be cloudy...hm..." He rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "If you just look outside, you could tell...moron."

"Wow, you're a little snarky today." Noah observed. "It isn't just about being hungry is it?"

"Naw, today's just been a bit weird." He admitted, laying down on the table, staring up at the ceiling. "First Chelsea gets a BBQ sandwich instead of tuna at lunch, then my ex hugged me, and to top it all off, I've had a headache ALL day."

"Woah woah, what does Chelsea getting BBQ have to deal with your weird day?"

"She always has tuna, never BBQ, since the beginning of the year she's had nothin' but straight tuna and fruit."

"...And the fact of the matter is that you know all this..."

He sighed. "All I know is that I'm in a cranky mood. And before you say it, I am NOT pmsing. Guys don't do that."

Noah pouted from the other end of the line. "Either that or gay." His eyebrow twitched. "Girls are attracted to you like nerds are to dungeons and dragons. From the entire time I've known you Mathew, girls have literally kissed your shoes."

"Stop being an idiot Noah, we all know the only reason they even talk to me is because my sister's in their stupid girl's magazines. Strange considering it's just her modeling in their clothes."

"You'd expect such a popular magazine would pay their models more...While we're on the subject of your sexy sister-"

"Please reframe from calling my sis that." He groaned in disgust. "It's fucked up having your friend tell you that your sister is hot."

"But she kinda is..."

"Which is why I keep sickos like you AWAY from her."

"Well, what I was TRYING to say before I was so RUDELY interrupted was-"

We're sorry, the number you have dialed has lost connection.

Mathew sighed in relief and shoved the phone back into his pocket. "Saved by the storm."

Closing his eyes, he began to listen to the heavy rain as it pounded down on the house.

Knock Knock.

"Who the hell could that be?" He muttered in sheer irritation, sliding off onto the floor. Entering the livingroom, he opened the door.

His eyes widened slightly.

Standing before him was a drenched brunette. She had pale green eyes and her hair had been put up in a ponytail. She wore nothing but a brown shirt, blue jeans, and a dark blue jacket. She wasn't the hottest of girls he'd ever seen, but she scaled into the 'cute' category. The reason for this was for the plain clothes and pitiful A cups.

In her hands though, was a large box with what it sounded to be cats meowing.

"Hi Mat." She sounded out of breath, as if she had ran a mile.

"Hi...Trisha..." He held the door open and the eighteen year old gratefully stepped in. "What brings you here?"

Trisha placed the mewing box on the reddish coffee table a few inches away from the couch. "On my way home from work I found this."

He closed the door and stood beside her, staring down at the ten hauntingly familiar kittens inside.

-:-

"DANNA!" Sasori grunted as Deidara barled into him. "You're alive, yeah!"

"Get off me brat." He growled, using his hindlegs to throw him off. The blonde crashed landed into Kakuzu who hissed at him. "Watch it!" He snapped.

Deidara stuck his tongue out at the miser before ducking under covering beneath Kisame.

"Everyone settle down!" All eyes went to Leader-sama. "We need to situate ourselves, now everyone go stand by your partner!" He barked.

"I really don't see how that'll help..." Itachi muttered, just loud enough for the gingered kitten to hear. He bristled his fur, but said nothing.

Right now everyone's temper was short and the last thing he needed was for a fight to happen. He, along with probably three fourths of the Akatsuki had been presumingly dead until a bright flash of light sucked them in.

Now hear they were, inside what it looked to be a box as kittens.

Once everyone was settled, he spoke. "Who here was still alive when a bright light sucked you in?" Four paws raised, belinging to Tobi, Deidara, Zetsu, and Hidan. Since Hidan was immortal, he had expected him to raise his.

"Explain."

"Well Tobi and Mr. Zetsu were fighting nin from Konoha and the bright light came." Tobi said, tilting his head. "Tobi thought Deidara-senpai died."

"He was being stupid and blew himself up."

"When he used his C0, I thought he died." Both sides of Zetsu explained briefly, getting a heated glare from the blonde.

"For you're info you overgrown plant," He scowled, "I used a suicide bombing clone, hmm."

"I don't need to be taking lip from a freaking transexual."

"Should we even BEGIN to discuss your gender...if you even have one..." He muttered, dodging the incoming tackle from the black and white kitten.

"ENOUGH!"

All froze and whipped around to the sorce.

Konan.

"I am sick and tired of hearing grown men bicker over stupid things!" She snapped, stomping a paw. "Now we are all going to take a deep breath and focus on what the hell is going on! Got it?!"

"H-hai..."

She nodded and sat. "Now, lets start passing some theories around. And if you're only going ot open your mouth to insult, than don't even bother." Her gaze locked onto Hidan. "Understand?"

The silverette snorted. "I got it."

"Well we can all agree it has to do something with Becka and Mathew, right?" Kisame ventured, being the first to speak. "She had been a cat when she first found herself in our world. So maybe-"

"We have been sucked in her's." Itachi finished for him. "Which means-"

"We need to find her, hmm!" Deidara shouted, his blue eyes blazing in excitement at the prospect of seeing her after so long. "Maybe she knows we're here!"

Sasori shook his head. "I doubt that, we didn't know she had come to our world until after she had transformed and filled us in."

"So basically we need to find her," Kakuzu growled, feeling a raindrop fall on his nose. "and we also need to find some shelter."

"Just where are we?"

"Good question." Kisame said, standing on his hindlegs, his frontpaws barely resting on the edges. "We seem to be in a place that looks like Amegakure, holy shit! There's ALOT of caravans on a black street!" He squinted his eyes, tail swishing. "I see some people wearing some freaky clothes...they appear to be talking into connecters of somesort." He tilted his head. "This place sure is strange..."

Pein snorted irritabley. "Is there any danger?"

"No, the most dangerous things would have to be the caravans." Kisame reported. He flattened his ears as rain began to fall. "This sucks." He muttered, sitting down. "If I could use my chakra I'd would've ripped this box to shit."

"Lying to yourself isn't gonna make you feel any better." Tobi said nonchallant, pushing his paw against the cardboard box. He ignored the surprised looks he recieved; He didn't feel like acting like a moron at the moment. He had been in battle with his former teammate, Kakashi. And was winning until the bright flash of light sucked him away.

'The moment I get back, I'm gonna finish what I started.' He vowed, unsheathing his claws. From across the box, Konan gave him a heated glare. She for one still hadn't forgot their little battle three months back.

After Pein had died, she had hunted him down went on about how the Kyuubi brat was going to bring peace to the world or some shit like that. Yeah, he had been more then happy to kill her off. Anyone who stood up against him was a threat, no matter how weak.

Wisely enough, she didn't dare attack him right at the moment.

Before anyone had time to make a comment about his off behavior, a shadow loomed above, revealing it to be the one called Trisha.

And long story short, after she had a long internal struggle, she picked the box up, and carried them off. 'What a strange girl.'

-:-

"Eh...Trisha...why'd you bring me drowned rats?" Mathew asked, making the brunette frown. "They're not rats, they're kittens. K-I-T-T-E-N-S." He stared down in slight digust at the drenched 'kittens' before him.

The largest and by far the coolest would have to have been the light blue one. He had black stripes on his cheeks that stood out on his broad flat face, with a long fluffy tail to match. Though his eyes were an eeire yellow colour, there appeared to be humour and softness in them.

The small black one beside him had slender fur and onyx eyes. The main feature about him was his calm and collected look, much different from the big blue one beside him.

The other black cat, who had short dowsy fur, was pawing up on the box, meowing at him. He had onyx eyes as well, but unlike his littermate (Mathew assumed they were from the same litter), he had scarring on the right side of his face while missing an eye on the other side. 'Is it a birth defect?' Mathew wondered, ignoring the kit and moving on to the next one.

Sleek slender silver fur, with unusual purple eyes was the next one. He was hissing at the second largest kit, a dark tan tom with black stripes and lines covering his tail to nose. The tan one bopped the silver one on the head, causing a bought of fighting between the two.

The crimson coloured one with twitchy brown eyes, sat next to a mewing blonde ragdoll kit. Mathew wasn't sure whether it was a female or male, so decided to call it 'it'. It had long golden fur that seemed to cover it's entire face, revealing only a single blue eye.

A dark blueish purple kit was sitting in one of the four corners, giving the scarred black kit the evil eye. A few paces away was a gingered coloured tom with blacks dots upon his face and a semi-crooked tail.

The most coolest/freakish one would've been the black and white one, straight down the middle were these two colors.

But the one thing they ALL had in common was that they were wet.

"They still look like drowned rats to me." He muttered, getting a few heated glares from the kittens who heard. Wait? did they understand him?

'Maybe I'm finally going insane.' He thought with a dry chuckle. "Naw, I'm not married yet."

"Who the hell is this fucker?" Hidan shouted, jumping up, hoping to slash the teen's hand. Mathew dodged the attack and swatted him aside the head. "You behave or I'll throw your ass in the rain, I don't care if you drown."

"Stop pissing him off!" Kakuzu scolded, licking his paws. The silverette bunched down, wriggling his shoulders. With a mighty leap, he tackled his partner.

"Doesn't he look kinda familiar?" Kisame whispered, leaning close to Itachi. The weasel merely grunted, to wet and hungry to think at the moment. "Hn."

Hidan, who was currently pinned down, pricked his ears. He stared long and hard at the teen until suddenly.

"Oh my Jashin...THAT'S FUCKING MATHEW!"

All stared at him like he had said 'fuck Jashinism'. "Don't be stupid." Konan scowled, gesturing to the teen. "Mathew's thirteen. No to mention he wasn't as tall or bulky or-"

"IT'S MATHEW DAMNIT!" He shouted. "Brown hair and green eyes! M.A.T.H.E.W!"

Mathew plugged him ears. "Cribes that silver one can't shut up to save his life."

Beside him, Trisha smiled weakly. "Well, they're cute, right?"

"Right now, they look ugly as fuck. Imma go get some towels for them." He said, standing up. Watching him leave, Trisha turned her attention back to the kitties.

"Hey, so why didn't you take them home?" Mathew called from the bathroom.

"Kelsey's allergic to cats. She would've thrown them outside, literly." The girl called back. Trisha glanced down at herself. "Hey Mathew, can you get me a towel too?"

"Kays!"

"I WAS RIGHT!" Hidan gloated, sticking his tongue out at the shocked Akatsuki. "No way..." Kisame breathed, his eyes slightly wide. "How could he have change so much?"

"It's only been four months!" Konan shook her head. "This doesn't make any sense!"

Mathew came jogging back, carrying a bundle of towels. "Back~!" Dumping all but one on his lap, he gave the finale one to Trisha. "So where'd you find them?" He asked, lifting and setting the orange one in his lap.

"On the corner of Bonnie and West Street Avenue." She explained. "I was jogging back from the library and sorta tripped over the box..." She blushed slightly.

"Ahh, and you being an animal lover couldn't leave them right?"

"Yeah..."

Setting a towel on her lap, she grabbed the sleek black tom and proceeded to dry him. While they did that, they made small talk. Occasionally coming into a discussion of how the world would end.

"I think the Zombie apocalypse is going to happen, that or world war three's going to happen. With all the shit going on nowadays, wouldn't surprise me."

Trisha shook her head. "You know the Malthus theory?" He nodded his head. "I learned about that in world history a few weeks ago."

"The human population is going to increase and there isn't going to be enough food to feed us all, resulting in starving, anarchy, and the destruction of all world government." She sighed wistfully. "We need another black plague to swept through the countries again..."

Mathew raised an eyebrow. "And if you get sick and die?"

"I'm happy to die if that decreases the world's population."

"That's kinda dark..."

Trisha shrugged. "Speaking of starvation, you look like your fixing to keel over. When's your sister coming home?"

All of the Akatsuki perked their ears, hoping this was Becka they were talking about.

He fell on his back and glanced at the time. "Anytime now."

"How is she?"

"Working her ass off to pay the bills." He groaned. "She's barely twenty and working two jobs. It sucks seeing her come home wearing that ugly outfit." New York was NOT a cheap place to live. Becka worked as a waitress for a tacky resturaunt, and was a model for 'Teen Skip', a popular teenage magazine that reached the far edges of the globe.

She got paid pretty good money for working on the weekends (Modeling and such), and being a waitress monday-friday, was enough to pay the bills and make life pretty comfortable for the two.

Now Mathew had a job too, it dealt with mechanical engineering in a sweets factory. At first they were hesitant on highering him because of his age and naive apperance, but after showing them his kickass abilities, they stopped looking over his shoulder.

It was below minimum wage, like, five bucks an hour, but he wasn't complaining. A job was a job.

"I think her waitress outfit is pretty cute." Trisha mumbled, drying off the fourth kit.

"Try seeing it EVERY SINGLE day! Green and red is cool, but after so many days, it looks tacky and ridiculous. Becka should wear something more cool, something that makes her look badass."

"Like a real maid's dress?" She suggested slyly, seeing his face turn green.

"Never! She has too many weirdos as it is. Having her wear some whore outfit-"

He was cut off as the front door swung open. All of the Akatsuki snapped their heads, watching as an orange haired woman stepped in.

Bookworm: Not that funny, but it's the first chapter, ork with me 3

Mathew: *.* I'm so awesome sounding.

Bookworm: Like every other teenager full of themselves.

Trisha: So is Kelsey going to be introduced the next chapter?

Bookworm: Hm...I donno, we'll see XP

REViEW!