Disclaimer: After a long therapy session, I was saddened to find out that I am in fact not Masashi Kishimoto, and there for hold no claim to Naruto or any of its characters….. damn it.

Note: My goodness, it's been a while, yes? Anywhoo, for those of you who are patiently waiting for me to update my other stories, I'm terribly sorry for the delays. I'm in the process of uprooting myself and moving. I have rough drafts for Perfrct, Paladin, Nevermore, and even Our Solemn Hour. Hopefully, they'll be ready soon!

But lately all I can think about is this story eating away at my creative inspiration. Every time I try to write something else, this thing pops into my head. GAH! It's frustrating. So I've decided to start it.

The title is dumb, I know. I'm still thinking about it. If you have any suggestions feel free to offer them up!

Reviews feed my inspiration.



"Maybe it's broken?" Hinata bit her lip, looking up at Tenten with a desperate sheen to her opal eyes.

"Hinata, look around you, you've taken this thing almost 17 times."

"Maybe I'm broken." The heiress collapsed onto the closed toilet seat, drawing her knees to her chest.

The duel-bunned martial artist shook her head. "Nothings broken. You're just pre-"

"Don't say it!" Hinata hissed, shoving her face into her hands with a groan. "What am I going to do? I have a meeting with my lawyer today to go over Itachi's demands." She gnawed at her bottom lip, tears of certain dread starting to prick the corners of her eyes as she recalled her impending divorce.

"What the hell? Why does it look like Octomom's trashcan threw up in here?" Ino shoved the bathroom door open, kicking a pile of empty pregnancy test boxes out of her path. She looked up and immediately froze.

Tenten narrowed her brown eyes at the abrasive blond, putting a comforting arm around the Hyuuga's trembling shoulders.

"Oh Hinata," Ocean eyes widened in alarm. "Tell me you're not…"

The bluette whimpered from her perch on the toilet seat, her face white and panic stricken. Slowly she reached out her hand; in her palm laid a used testing stick. Ino grabbed it, and held it up to the light.

And there, shining deceptively innocent against the small paper window were two pink lines. The Yamanaka took a deep breath, leveling her best friend with chary shrug.

"Well shit."

A/N: Okay, there it is. Like It? Hate It? Minor pairings are up for grabs! I'll get back to my other stories now! Hopefully the chapters will start popping up soon!

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