I'm giving "Sometimes" a break. No, not Hiatus. I just need to write something else. Also, I am posting a new poll on my page. Sometimes, I get in overly-angsty mode. The poll is "Would you like me to write more 'Humor' stories? If so, should they be like English Dub Issues?" So, yeah. Go vote on it, kthnxbye.
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The Akatsuki were falling apart.
One by one, they fell into the black abyss.
No one cared. Not a single soul mourned their loss.
Truly, they led a pitiful existence. Not to be loved in their lives. Not to be missed in their deaths. None of them mattered. They were evil, it was meant to be that way.
They marched onward.
Death was so bland and dry. It was dark as well. Still, they moved onward.
One died, the others continued onward.
Two died, they didn't stop.
Three, four, and five were killed, not a single flinch.
They were picked off, one by one, until there was no one left.
No remorse or sadness.
Outwardly, at least.
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AHMEGAWSH. Sam has done it again.
It's gonna be short, and it's gonna be angsty. The major thing here is the Akatsuki's thoughts as they died. First up is Sasori, and from there… whoever I want to do at the moment.
But yeah, shoot me. PLEASE.
Review.