A change of Plan

Summary: He was my brother's best friend who always ignored me, and I was the annoying little sister. But, now that my brother and parents are gone for a school trip to Europe, my brother's best friend will be making sure I don't burn down the house for a month. Well, this should be interesting.

Naruto does not belong to me. In fact, the only thing i own in this story is the idea.


Chapter 1:

My alarm clock was beeping, and it was pissing me off.

Rolling over, I glared at the offending object, which was evil enough to say that it was 6:45 – time to get up to get ready for school. With a snort, I threw the first thing I could reach – my pillow – at it, hoping that would break, or at least hit the snooze button on the way down. No such luck.

"Why do I even bother?" I growled, pressing the 'off' button. I hated that beeping, but it was the only thing that woke me up in the morning.

Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, stretching my pale arms above my head. Ugh, my hair was sticking up everywhere, I could feel it brushing against the sides of my arms. Maybe I really should pull a Sakura and chop it all off.

Shaking my head, I stood up. Nah, I pulled that stunt once, during a volleyball game when my boyfriend was...never mind. It doesn't matter. Anyways, let's just say that I'll never do it again.

Shuffling across the purple wall-to-wall carpet to my closet, pausing to glance in the full-length mirror that I've had in my room for god knows how long. Oh god, my hair was worse than I thought. With a groan, I patted the blond fro.

You see, even though my hair is almost at my waist, it still has the power to fluff up over my head in a giant cloud of blond. With a sigh, I shuffled onwards. I'd fix it later.

Finally arriving at my closet, I swung it open, and began the long and arduous task of finding an outfit. Seeing as it was Monday, and I needed some extra entertainment, I decided on doing something funky.

I decided on a three-quarter-sleeve dark gray sweater-dress, with a thick back belt around my waist, and a long white knitted sweater overtop. To finish it off, I pulled on a pair of black knee length leggings and ankle-high brown felt boots.

Well, now I had to tame the animal that lived on top of my head. Walking out of my room, I made my way to the bathroom. All the way at the end of the hallway.

You know, maybe having a bathroom that didn't take me a whole minute to walk to would be really convenient. I contemplated that as I walked towards it, pausing at the second door to my left. I shuddered. Time to wake the beast.

"Dei? You alive in there? It's time to get up!" I called, banging on my brother, Deidara's, door. Deidara is 2 years older than me, in grade 11 as oppose to my grade 9, but he still relies on me to wake him up every morning. Honestly, he'd be lost without me.

"Deidara? You in there?" I called, frowning. Ok, normally he'd be up by now, yelling at me to go away. Where was he? Did he sneak out? Was he ok?

"Deidara Yamanaka! Open this goddamn door!" I screeched, pounding on the door with my palm.

"That's easier to do it you're not standing in front of it, un." the deep growl of a voice made me jump, and I swung around, eyes wide. Deidara was standing behind me, giving me a flat glare. He was wearing a tight black t shirt, and tight-ish dark blue jeans. His blond hair – not yet in it's customary half-ponytail – was flopped all over his head, covering half of his face none the less. He raised an eyebrow at my hair.

"You really should do something about the giant yellow rat sitting on your head, Pig." he smirked. I scowled at him, vainly trying to flatten down my hair. It didn't work.

"At least my hair represents my gender!" I spat back, storming off to the bathroom. I was never at my best in the morning, and Deidara deserved anything that came to him from making me so worried! Behind me, I heard Deidara mumble something that sounded suspiciously like, 'wow, she needs some better comebacks, un' before walking into his room.

A few seconds later, I heard the pounding bass of his stereo system as it belted out some loud rock song. My brother is very music-oriented. For the most part, I can usually gage his mood by what genre of music was playing. Rock meant he was tired – great, a tired Deidara was driving me to school. Joy.

Rolling my eyes, I turned, and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom me and Deidara shared was relatively small, with a bath-and-shower combo, a toilet and a sink. I headed towards the sink, already running through my morning routine in my head: spray leave in conditioner, brush, straighten, and pull it into a ponytail.

I frowned. You know, I was getting pretty sick of that routine. Time to try something else. After using up the whole bottle of conditioner (I'd have to apologize to Deidara later – he was the one who bought all of our hair-care products) and brushing out my hair, I decided to pull it into a long braid, leaving my bangs out. For added flare, I braided in a bright blue ribbon that I found curled up in the cupboard.

With that done, I turned to makeup. I didn't need much, so I didn't wear much. Just a little tinted moisturizer, mascara and lip gloss. Voila. Smiling at my reflection, I brushed my teeth, and walked downstairs, where my parents were waiting.

My dad was cooking breakfast at the stove, while Deidara and my mom were sitting at the table, not looking at each other. They didn't get along very well, because mom wants Deidara to go into law, but Dei wants to become a sculptor. Take it from me, Deidara will become a sculptor. I've seen some of his work. He's really good.

Sitting down next to my mom, I picked up one of the bagels on the plate, spreading cream cheese on it. I'd gotten over the whole 'dieting' thing a couple years back, when I realized that it was doing me more harm than help. Halfway through my bagel, my mom looked at her watch.

"So, are you two going to get going or what? You'll be late!" I sighed, rolling my eyes. Our school was a 5 minute drive from our school. It was 7:30 – we still had an hour till we needed to be at school. None the less, having an hours' worth of socialisation time with my friends is awesome.

"Mom, school starts at quarter to nine. We don't need to leave yet." Deidara sighed, sipping his coffee. I don't know how he can drink that crap every morning. I tried it once, and I was shaking the entire day! Mom, meanwhile, glared at Deidara, seeming to swell up. I felt like plugging my ears. Here we go...

"Deidara Yamanaka, don't give me that lip! Besides, being early is what will get you into law school. Oh, wait, you don't want to carry on the family tradition!" I snorted. My mom was the only lawyer in our family. None the less, Deidara was scowling. Great, now he's pissed off too.

"Besides, you'll need to go and pick up Sasori. He called this morning." my dad called from the kitchen. I wanted to groan. Great, I'll have to deal with a pissed off Deidara AND Sasori. This just wasn't turning out to be my day. Beside me, mom snorted.

"What, has he finally run out of money to balance his drug money and car money?" she spat. Deidara scowled deeply. Sasori was his best friend, after all.

Mom's never liked Sasori, mainly because he supports Deidara's dream to be a sculptor. As far as I know Sasori isn't a druggie, but to mom, anyone who picks art over 'a real job' has to be on something.

Not to mention, Sasori's always been a little...weird. His parents died in a car crash when he was really little, so he grew up with his grandma, a puppet maker. He plans to take up puppet making as a career too.

Puppets creep me out. I saw his room once (I needed to drop off something from Deidara) and I'm not lying, it's FULL of puppets. It freaked me out. His personality is kinda screwed too. I don't know how to explain it, besides saying I don't like him much. Trust me, the feeling is mutual between us.

"Mom, Sasori is not on drugs. Grab your stuff, Ino. We're going." Deidara all but snarled, picking up his backpack and heading stiffly towards the door. I sighed, picking up my messenger bag backpack. Deidara only ever calls me Ino if we're in polite company, or when he's mad. I'm pretty sure it's the latter today.

Walking out to my brother's car, I opened the passenger seat door, climbing in. I would tell you what sort it is, but I'm a retard when it comes to cars. Deidara got in too, scowling the whole time. He must really be in a bad mood, I thought. He didn't usually get upset whenever he and mom fight.

We drove in silence until we came to the apartment building where Sasori and his grandma live. I shuddered. It was in a bad end of town, and when Deidara got out to go get his friend, I locked the doors to the car. Who knows how many rapists and kidnappers there were around?

Bitting my lip, I glanced around. I didn't see anything, but you never know, they could be waiting behind the dumpsters! Or the building itself, or even –

Tap tap tap.

"AHHHH!" I screamed, jumping away from the window. There was someone there! Glancing up, I expected to see some old guy standing there with a psychotic grin and a knife.

Instead, I found myself looking into the annoyed, half-lidded hazel eyes of my brother's best friend, Sasori Akasuna. Scowling, he pointed to the door handle, which I realized was still locked. Blushing slightly, I unlocked the door quickly.

"Sorry, I-" Sasori cut off my half-hearted attempt at an apology quickly.

"I get shotgun. Shove it, brat." ok, now I was scowling. Brat. That was what he always called me. The worst part was that, instead of being a good older brother and punching Sasori in the face for me, Deidara only nodded.

"Come on Pig, back seat." he grabbed my bag, throwing it into the back seat. I glared. there were some things in there that didn't react very well to being thrown around, thank you very much!

"Fine." I growled, climbing over the front seat to the back, making sure to get footprints all over the passenger seat. I could feel Sasori's glare on the back of my head, and grinned nastily. Ino 1, Sasori 0.

As I settled myself into the backseat and Sasori slouched in the from seat (while moving the chair back to squash my legs, I might add) Deidara started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Sasori's apartment was 15 minutes from the school. By the time we would get there, I'd only have 15 minutes left before school started. I sighed. So much for helping Tenten study for her math test.

"So, why did you need me to pick you up?" Deidara asked, not looking away from the road. Mentally, I grimaced. Deidara wasn't someone who was capable of talking while they drove. Well, at least I was in the backseat, and if we hit a tree I'd be the least likely to get hurt.

"Grandma had to take the car to Suna. It's my parent's death's anniversary." Sasori explained, voice monotonous. None the less, Deidara made a weird humming noise that he makes when he feels sorry for someone. It's kinda funny, actually.

"Oh, ok. Well, hopefully she'll be back by tomorrow." Deidara suggested, trying to lighten the mood, I'm sure. Sasori only sighed, turning to look out the window.

"Hey, Sasori... are you ok?" Deidara asked. Sasori only grunted. From where I was sitting I could see that Sasori actually didn't look to good. His face was way to pale, and there were dark bags under his eyes. I wonder if he was ok...

I turned to look out my window. What did it matter to me if Sasori was ok? Wasn't my problem. Nope, not my problem at all. But even so, my ears pricked up when he answered.

"...I was up all night because the family above us was fighting." he mumbled, not turning away from the window. For some reason, I got the feeling he was lying.

"Well, why didn't you go up and talk to them?" the question slipped out despite my iron-hard-will not to care. Deidara glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and surprise was clear in them. Normally whenever Sasori was around, I never talked. None the less, Sasori shrugged.

"Grandma didn't want to get involved." he growled, rubbing his eyes distractedly. I could tell that he didn't want to continue the conversation, and shrugged. Okay then. Thankfully, I was spared having to reply since Deidara was just pulling into the school parking lot. Throwing the door open even before the car had stopped, I jumped out of the car.

"Well, I'll see you later, Dei!" I called, sprinting towards the school doors. As I ran, I scowled. Why did I ask that? I thought that I'd made a deal with myself not to talk to Sasori unless absolutely necessary!

Shaking my head, I found my way to my locker. What's done is done. I wouldn't have to talk to Sasori for the rest of the day, so hopefully, all would be forgotten.

Yeah, right. As if my luck would let that happen.


Well, that's the end of the first chapter. I tried to keep everyone (more or less) in character. Hopefully, if people decide to R&R, I'll feel loved enough to put up the second chapter!