Hey, sorry I haven't been posting lately. I recently found FictionPress, and I've been reading the stuff on there. SO MUCH SLASH IT'S MAKING ME DIZZY. I'm not ashamed to say that I love slash. Sue me. I love all of you darling viewers and am so happy you have stayed with us to do this.
This is the sequel to Random House. I will write one chapter, and then Jazz will write another for a different character. Of course, she has to CALL ME AND ORGANIZE WHICH CHARACTERS WE WILL BE WRITING FOR! Sorry for yelling, wonderful stalkers. That was meant for Jazz.
I have so much going on right now in my life, but I always have a sliver set out in my heart for you guys. Now, after such a long author's note, on with the story!
Shini P.O.V.
I look at the small picture of my friends and family, no emotion at all running through my heart. Have I ever really felt before? I tried to hear myself think, but I couldn't over the sounds of the babbling stream which was to the immediate right of me. It is beautiful here. There are many willow tree's surrounding me, and lush green grass and flowers. There are rocks covered in moss, and a stream running down the side. I used to go here all the time to think. But now, I come here for a different purpose.
I came here to die.
I see the shining pocket knife sitting on the largest mossy rock and take it gingerly into my hands and held it over my cut wrists. I have no regrets.
Okay, maybe there I lied.
I do have regrets.
I regret not helping my sister when she needed me.
I regret hating Deidara, when my sister loved him so.
I regret not saying goodbye.
But most of all, I regret not ever telling my Sasori that I loved him.
I ran the blade deep into my skin, focusing on my redheads face in the picture.
"I am so sorry, Red. I love you, my beautiful scorpion…"
"SHINI!"