[Mother of who?!]

| 22 | Singing Competition! |

AAAAAAAANNNNND, I'M BACK! (grins) Yo! It's been a long time since I've written any chapters now, actually. All my stories were thrown onto the shelf for hiatus, since I needed to study, and I didn't really have any motivation to continue with my story. But now, thanks to TheStarThatFell, and many other kind commenters, I've got my motivation back in place! The new chapter will start in a few seconds, just keep reading!

A SPECIAL NOTE: To anyone who has not noticed my love of Japanese Songs is quite limited, please note that now. I've mostly listened to anime openings and endings, and basically bought off the songs from there. The other songs are basically sung/performed by some of the same bands, and I wanted to shove some KPOP in here, but nah. It just doesn't fit in Naruto (;;3;;).

UPDATE: I just finished my Scholarship Exams, and do you know what's even better?! 70 VOTES! WOOT! Thank you all who have been voting, reading and giving feedback - it really does help! Seriously, THANK YOU! (blows kisses)

FEEDBACK: Is LOVED. L-O-V-E-D!

WARNING: Foul Language. Fluff. Crack!

DISCLAIMER: I, LeTiffany, do not own the manga/anime Naruto or its characters. All credits towards Naruto should go to Masashi Kishimoto. I do own the OCs, storyplot and this fanfiction, though.

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| [(*)] | Music: No Current Music For This Scene | Effects: Eye-Twitching, Yelling, And More Yelling |

You sighed as your teeth ground themselves against each-other, and you had probably lost all the enamel on them, considering how many times you grinded your teeth together. You sucked in a breath, finding the flashy...attire that you were wearing very...exposable. Really, you would've rather worn a kimono. Your attire right now consisted of a crimson-red, tight tank-top, shiny black short shorts, and of course, the sandals. Oh, how you despised the sandals. They were black in colouring, matching the dark colours of your attire, but...they were flat. Flat + Dancing = Tripping.That was just how logic wanted to work.

You sighed, tugging at your long locks that were tied into a long ponytail, flowing down to your back. Although, the tight bun that your hair was in just moments ago had probably restricted its shape, so you were left with a shaggy, long ponytail. Hey, at least it added to the 'gangster', or whatever it was kids said these days, look. You smirked. Now, if only you had a bokken [1] here, you would've totally looked like the typical delinquent that just came out from a bad-hair day.

"[N-Name]-san?"

"Hm?" you hummed, not even turning around to see who it was as you bent down to pluck at the strings of a nearby (convenient) guitar. A miniscule smile crept its way onto your face as your finger delicately flicked at a string, and the smile grew as a note resounded through the air.

"I-I-I need to tell you s-something."

You nodded your head in acknowledgement, still not turning away from the guitar. You had never played a string instrument before. You've played the flute, piano, and drums, but that was all. Your love of music dwindled when you became the age of seven, and your ninja training took it from there. There were only a few times where you actually had the opportunity to play music, but you weren't exactly an expert on the topic. Same with your voice. Your passion for singing had been murdered when the massacre occured. It was too sad to remember what it would be like, if your mother had joined in singing with you. Your singing voice was probably too clogged up now to actually sing.