Hikari turned to her side, shuffling about in her small futon. She turned to the side, and her eyes fluttered open, suddenly growing wide. Upon her sight, she jumped back, screaming.

"Sorry! Sorry!" The figure waved his hands in apology.

"Naruto! What are you doing in my room!" Hikari screamed, pulling the soft dark sheets up towards her pale face. Her face flushed a slight rose hue at her embarassment.

"Kakashi said you'd make me some ramen. And you weren't in the kitchen so I went looking for you." Naruto placed his hands on his head, afraid of getting hit, and or whacked in any manner. Seeing that no pain had stuck him at the moment, the blonde boy removed his hand, and peeked at the grey eyed girl. "So will you?"

His response was an eminent pillow lurching toward his head. "Yes already, just get out!" Hikari screamed, as Naruto dashed toward the door. A slam of the door professed his exit.

Hikari sighed, as she stepped out of bed, tossing the sheets to the corner. She'd make her bed later. Or never, whichever one came first. She quickly strode towards the mirror, and ran her slender fingers through her raven hair, taming the small mess.

Fiddling a moment, she messed with the thick black band that was wrapped around her neck, hiding a large grotesque scar. A thing silver necklace, came around a kep dangling from it. Haphazardly, she threw on a few black hairties, and a black belt like bracelet on her arms. Hikari slipped into a snow white dress, where black straps flew around in a controlled chaos, a long zipper coming down the front that was half unzipped exposing a triangle of her shirt underneath.

Her grey eyes scanned herself once more in the mirror, before stiding towards the door, her socks gliding on the hardwood floor. Hikari opened the door, and stopped a moment. There at the table sat Sasuke Uchiha, the cocky jerk; Sakura Haruno, the obsessive fangirl; Naruto Uzumaki, the hungry knucklehead; and her own uncle, Kakashi. All waiting for her to start the meal.

"I hope you don't mind Hikari, but I invited my team over for breakfast before we started training for the day." Kakashi smiled underneath his mask, as he held another copy of one of his famous perverted books in his hands.

Hikari forced a grin. "Yeah sure, no problem at all." God, treat me like a slave why don't you. She made her way towards the small kitchen and turned on the stove, throwing a bunch of ingredients, as she silently listened to the four speak amongst themselves about the training she wasn't allowed to partake in, in fear of her own saftey, as ordered by her parents.

"So HIkari, why don' you come with us today?" The sakura blossom haired girl spoke up through the bubbling of the water as she seperated portions into bowls.

"Yeah why not? Itll be fun!" Naruto stood, grabbing scalding bowl, and thrusting it down his throat before she could even finish. INstantly he screamed, his mouth falling open as he fanned the hot air with his hand.

"Idiot." Sasuke muttered, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He shot Hikari a cold, glare. In response, Hikari sent him her own. Stare at someone else.

"I don't think so." Hikari's mouth became a thin lin in anger.

"Come on.It'll be a treat instead of moping around the house all day." Kakashi added in, pointing a pair of chopsticks at her.

"And what if I like to mope?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Then you can sit with Sasuke under the tree."