Now the chapter remains similar… I just tweaked it at little, fixing the grammar and trying to make it go much more smoothly. So yeah, tell us what you think…. Oh don't forget to warn us when our OC (which belongs to me! And no one can use!) gets Mary Sueish. Aick, hard to stay on track.

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Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto, 'cause if we did, the people we didn't like would be dead or tortured, the Pein would be a slave, Madara/Obito/Tobi (whatever the hell you call him) would be our fluffy puppy, Kakazu our accountant or stock broker, Hidan our puppy, Itachi would blind plushie, Zetus our pet tree and well… you get the gist, right? Oh and Sasake would be dead and no one would care. Really… we can turn this into a rant…

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'Pein,

It is time to settle it once and for all.

It is time for you to repent.'

It all started with a simple note. Well, okay, maybe not. Maybe it all started with a note with such bad handwriting that Tobi threw it over his shoulder. It truly was atrocious and it made him think it was an uneducated child who wrote it. Most likely a little boy… who knew Pein. After all, no matter how many ways and angles, he just couldn't figure out who wrote it. Though the handwriting was familiar. Strangely familiar… he shivered a passing memory. Fate would not be that cruel… would she?

As soon as the piece of paper hit the ground, a feminine looking male picked it up. Within the next second Tobi was on the ground, flat on his face. He could feel a foot on his head and a foot on his back. As he sniffed at the air, he realized it was his 'sempai.'

"No littering you dumbass," the blonde said. "Even a retarded monkey, which is smarter than you, would know not to litter… stupid." He kicked the smaller man in the gut. Yet, uncrumpling the paper, he tilted his head in a girl like manner. What in the world was that language? Seriously. It was as though it had been written by a six month old baby. He couldn't make out the individual letters. Looking over at Tobi, he shook his head.

"Sempai," the man said. "It's only trash." Trash my ass, he thought mentally. Luckily, no one could see the frown on his face. Now where had he seen that handwriting again? He thought hard and even went through 'Madara' memories. The small passing memory came through. There was no way that 'that person' was coming here. He felt his mouth go dry. 'That person' was even crazier than him! And that said a lot. Really, it did.

"Do you hear it?" A soft voice echoed from somewhere. It a girl's voice, but wasn't Konan's. Madara tilted his head to the side, thinking once more, while ignoring the girly man's rant. Now he knew he heard that voice. Where did he hear it from, was a bigger question. Thinking harder, a faceless girl appeared in his mind. Crap, he couldn't place the face. But the body, so pale and slender… even though he remembered 'that person' he didn't remember the appearance. Hey, 'that person' was much older than him. Much, much, much older.

Kakazu came into the room then, disturbing the masked man's thoughts. He rumbled about some missing money. He had already 'asked' Hidan about. Tobi tilted his head to the side as the zombie man looked- err, glared at the 'innocent' Akatsuki. Deidara looked a little nervous and stood a little ways from the giant.

Nothing was said for a few minutes.

"…"

"Kakazu?" both males asked their voices unsure.

"…" Tobi shifted from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable in the current situation. The zombie, though everyone was smart enough not to call him that – to his face, kept an empty face.

"…" Deidara just looked around the room and jumped when the man spoke once more.

"You took it didn't you?" the vein man asked.

"Took what?" Tobi tilted his head once more, jilted out of his thoughts. And such happy thoughts they were too. Really way too happy. But now, he had to wonder what the man wanted. Surely it wouldn't be anything like-

"My money."

Oh, but of course. Why would Kakazu think of anything else? It was just unthought-of of that anything else was on his mind. But still, you had to give him props for being blunt and not beating around the bush. He looked at the blonde first who shook his head. No, he hadn't taken it.

Tobi shook his head and cowered behind his 'sempai' as the zombie walked off in search of his stolen money. Who would've stolen it anyway? No one was- well, there was Hidan but still, he knew better than that.

A two toned figured watched the scene from afar. Hell was coming, full speed toward them. And hopefully, hell was in a good mood today.

Meanwhile, in Pien's bedroom… a lover's spat broke out. Items were thrown and curses were uttered. The blue haired girl shrieked at him before running to the bathroom. She locked the door, not wanting to see him. She let out a sigh. Was it really all worth it? Feeling another rush of bile, she gripped the toilet.

Pien banged his hand against the door. "Konan let me in damnit!" he said, and hit the wall again. He was at a total loss really. What was she talking about? Him being an idiot. 'You stupid, dumbass, son of a bitch! How dare you treat me like this! Do you even know what's going on?' echoed the blue haired girl's words. He sat on the bed, at a loss. He couldn't even remember how it started, really. One moment they were lovey dovey, the next seconds she was ripping his head off.

Where was she when he needed her?

Seriously-

"Don't you think she should've called you a pigheaded, wet locking, bastard creating manwhore?" a feminine voice sounded softly from the door way. Long bright red hair framed the girl's face. Her one eye was covered, the other revealed the rinnegan. Just like Pien's. A twisted smirk appeared on her face. Oh, she wasn't going to give the man any mercy. Her body was relaxed against the door frame, as her visible grey eye scanned the area around her. She was easily studying everything.

Now, why in the world did he think he needed her?

"That's a bit harsh, don't you think, K-"

"Not at all, my dear. It's not harsh at all. In fact, harsh would be if I forever barred you from human life," the girl sounded again. She pushed off the door and walked toward the sitting man. Standing in front of him, it was clear to see how 'innocent' she looked. Barely any piercing, a happy look in her only visible eye, she looked more like a small girl than an adult. She put a hand on his chest.

Really, in their teenage years, anyone who didn't know them, would assume that they were father and daughter. She had set them straight every time. Sometimes it made him glad he knew how to handle her sometimes. Sometimes.

"I will have it, sweetie," she said, not needing to say it aloud. "And I'll kill anyone who gets in my way." And she meant it too. If anyone thought that Pein was cruel… they had never met her. She never bluffed and always meant any word. She was ruthless, manipulating, cold… and calculating. She always managed to stay fifty or more steps in front of you.

"No you won't," he easily replied back, but did not remove her hand from himself. He learned it was better to let her make her decision. It was always tricky handling the small girl. Her mind was much more advance than the average person. In fact, it was supposed more advanced that the crazed Madara. But… he had yet to see the latter. She was much more different than the old man.

"Oh, you want to test that theory out, sweetheart?" a wicked grin came upon her face. She pushed against his chest, making him fall on his back to the bed. She didn't stand over him, just in front of him. "I willing to try-" She was cut off.

The bathroom door swung open, if he thought Konan was pissed; a sudden chill ran down his back. He looked at her in the eyes. No emotion showed. The girl's face was empty, all emotions drained. And… she had a few stacks of paper. He looked between the two women.

"Now, Konan it's not what-" He began to explain.

"Who the bloody hell is Konan? Don't tell me you have another one?!" the girl replied, yanking on Pien's belt. He was shirtless after all. A glare settled in that eye. A snarl moved her lip animal like. She pulled the taller and heavier man on to his two feet. Their bodies were just barely touching. "Don't. Even. Think. About. It." Each word turned into a sentence, one that dared the man to disobey her. The sudden fury was enough to silence both adults for a moment. The small woman had hatred dancing in her eye.

"Pien, who is-"

"Now listen-"

"Shut the hell up you pig sucking bastard!" the smallest of them muttered again. "I've fucking searched for you, son of a bitch. I've had to do so much to find you and you bloody stood me up a week ago?! What the fucking hell is wrong with you?!" This wasn't shouted, so Konan couldn't hear. The small girl had whispered those words into Pien's ear, making her look like she was kissing the side of his face. He, on the other hand, looked scared. In fact, he could feel how much she wanted to hurt him.

So, there was someone he feared.

There was someone he, a god, greatly feared.

Konan was still pissed with him. Did he have a lover behind his back? Did he knowingly cheat on both of them? Fury was once again spurred inside her. But then a moment of pity happened as she watched the girl throw him through, not one wall, not two, but four. Apparently she hadn't liked the man's answer. The charka started to bite at Konan… at anything within the room. She rubbed her arms and felt her fury go up and down. She went over to Pien, trying not to care. But he looked really pathetic.

The other girl at the moment had moved to the bed, licking her hand from the blood. She had caught herself on several of the 'god's' piercing. She sighed and shook her head. Meh, she couldn't help but meddle in his life. It was her job… just as it was her job to make sure everything was okay. She watched as the girl walked over to the rubble covered man, and played with a bag of money… something she had 'borrowed'.

"I'm pregnant you fool."

Her eyes widened, the smallest of them looked disbelievingly at Konan. Now that she didn't- ah, well, yes she did. "Idiots."

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Yes I know it's short but this whole story will be written at school, which doesn't leave us very much time to write, ne? Anyway, the characters may get a little OC and we might do the story plot a bit out of time because we have to tweak it a little bit.