Hi there! Good to see you!

I loved the reviews I got for the ending of the Kimiko Chronicles. So much so that I just couldn't wait to make a sequel! Yes, I was planning on a sequel this whole time!

I know this isn't gonna make much sense at first, but believe me. It'll all tie itself together with some time and a little luck... XD This will hopefully have more of a plot than the other one...

Okay, go ahead and read!

I DUN'T OWN. YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BY NOW.

3RD PERSON POV!

Flip flip flip went the manga book as Konan thumbed through it, a blush crawling across her sweet face.

"So… You like it? You can buy it if you want. It's only 500 yen."

Konan shoved the comic back onto the table and turned away.

"No thank you… Too stimulating…"

Konan grabbed the hand of her sight-impaired companion and hurried off. Tsuneni followed.

"What? What is it?"

"Yaoi manga stand... Got a little sidetracked…"

"Why don't you buy an issue? It's easier for girls to read it because… they don't get boners..."

"You say that like you've actually gotten your hands on a few issues!"

Konan felt the hand in hers twitch ever-so-slightly.

"You know nothing of my ways..."

Konan sweatdropped.

"Where are we going, again?" Tsuneni asked.

"Pein texted me and said we're supposed to meet back up with him in the food court."

"Oh. Why the food court?"

"Well, we gotta eat, Tsu-Tsu."

Tsuneni's stomach growled.

Perfect timing, Tsuneni thought. She sweatdropped.

"I guess… I'm kinda in the mood for some Taco John's myself…"

"How about you, Sweetie? What are you hungry for?" Konan asked. She didn't get a response.

"Kimiko…?"

"… Oh, what? Sorry, it's getting harder to concentrate these days…"

"Maybe once we get your blindfold off we can focus a little more on your attention span."

"Leader-Sama said it's probably… just 'cause I'm still subconsciously trying to remember… stuff…"

Konan squeezed the child's hand.

"You'll remember. Someday, you will."

Kimiko nodded solemnly.

"If not, I'll try to remember something. One of us is gonna remember. One of these days we will," Tsuneni said, placing a hand on Kimiko's shoulder.

The Akatsuki had made the pilgrimage to the mall. It was a nice change from the usual crap they had been dealing with. Kimiko was in Tsuneni and Konan's custody for the time-being. Yes, it might be a bit strange for a child of Kimiko's age to need a guardian to hold her hand and tell her where to go, but she had her reasons.

"Oh, good; you brought the bat," Hidan said teasingly. He was the only one brave enough to crack a blind joke around the Akatsuki's blind female member. Tsuneni slapped him upside the head.

The criminal organization got some lunch and sat down at a table. Pein and Kakuzu had gotten into a very heated debate about Macs and HPs, when Kimiko giggled.

"What? What is so damn important you dare interrupt our debate about computers?" Kakuzu asked. Kimiko tilted her head a little to the left and took a drink of her strawberry milkshake.

"5 tables to the right… 2 dudes are talking dirty to each other… and it's just so funny…"

Everyone's line of sight drifted 5 tables to the right. Sure enough, there were two young men, sitting side by side, whispering things into each other's ears.

"How did you know they were 5 tables to the right?" Kisame asked.

"Why? Are they… really 5 tables to the right?"

There was a sudden group sweatdrop.

Kimiko covered her face with her hands let out a fangirlish squee.

"It's like a real life yaoi manga…"

"Slow it down there; you wouldn't wanna have a fangasm…" Itachi teased.

Kimiko developed several blue depression lines behind her head, and she slumped back in her chair.

"I was only able to fangasm when I could see what was going on…"

The air dropped 20 degrees as the Akatsuki sat in an awkward silence.

"Well, you finished that sentence without pausing like all those other times," Tsuneni said, smiling.

"… Maybe I'm getting better at concentrating…?"

Later that day, the Akatsuki were back at the base. Well, the hideout. Yes, the hideout. The fangirls were gone. It was like Orochimaru had lost all interest in them. It was a little freaky. Pein thought they should take a stand and move back in, because there was no point in being afraid of something that wasn't there anymore.

"Konan? Can I… take my blindfold off?" Kimiko asked.

"No," Konan responded simply.

"Please? I'll sit in my closet… with the light off… Just for a few minutes… That's all I need…"

Konan thought about it.

"Fine; just for a few minutes."

Kimiko got up grabbed onto Rainy's collar. Rainy was her in-home Seeing Eye dog. Out in public, she held onto another Akatsuki member, or rode on someone's back.

They entered her room, and Rainy led her to the closet. She felt around for the accordion door's handle. When she found it, she and Rainy went inside.

"Are the lights off?" Kimiko asked her dog.

"Affirmative."

Kimiko sat down on the floor and took the blindfold off. Every time she removed it, she'd hope she would see something. But her hope was crushed every time. All she ever saw was darkness. No color. Just pure darkness. It was impossibly lonely. She could remember things. She remembered the year she spent with the Akatsuki just fine; except she didn't see images or colors. She remembered with words. It was as if a tiny part of her had written down everything that occurred in her year with the Akatsuki, and someone was reading her what had been written. It infuriated her that she couldn't remember with pictures. She hated words. They limited her mind and imagination. Drawing, pictures, and images weren't limited. They were infinite. They said words that no other language could begin to express; and she couldn't see…

"Kim?"

Kimiko jolted herself out of her thoughts.

"You were gone a while. It's been like, 4 minutes."

"Oh…? It felt a lot shorter than that."

"What goes on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Kimiko turned her head up to the ceiling.

"Do you think in words… or images…?"

Rainy thought for a moment. He scratched behind his ear with his one of his hind legs.

"Well, images, of course."

"Good boy… Good boy…"

That part with the 'words are limited' thing came from The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. Well, it was inspired by it anyway. You guys should read it. Hehe, it's a good book.

Anyway, you're probably thinking, KIMIKO IS ALIVE? HOW CAN THIS BE?

Well, your questions will (hopefully) be answered in the coming chapters.

Reviews?

(PS: To fans of 'To Despise A Fangirl', I can't seem to push out any ideas for the coming chapters, so you're gonna have to be patient with me... Again... But don't worry; I won't discontinue it or anything)