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Moving On

Summary: I want things to slow down. Promises are being broken. We're all saying good-bye. Everything's changing. kisaXita, kakuXhidan, peinXkonan

A/N: I must explain the family tree really fast. Tsunade married Jaryia first and they had Hidan, Ino and Naruto. Then they divorced. Tsunade married Orochimaru next and they had Deidara and Tobi. I have to make up a few people for kids, but not many. Deidara's cousin is Kiba. (Don't ask, just go with it. Don't complain, just read.) And if I think of anymore relations, I'll let you know. And Sasori and Deidara are just friends…best friends… Please enjoy.

Prologue: It started when…

I'm not so sure when everything started changing. Maybe it was when I turned 17? Or maybe it was way back when I met all my friends? I don't really know. But I do know that it all started changing too fast for me. One minute, I was oblivious to everything. And the next, I didn't even know who I was.

I remember when Sasori, Itachi, and I promised that we'd be friends forever. That nothing would change that. That we'd never move too far from each other. When did that promise become nonexistent?

Wait. Am I getting to far ahead already? Maybe I should backtrack some. I'll have to think back and decide when all this really started, because I'm not really sure. Some events didn't really matter, and some mattered so much to me. But I think I remember when it all really started.

I was 15 – almost 16 – Sasori and Itachi were 17; and Kisame was 18. This was when I think everything started changing.

My sister, Ino, was 25 then; Hidan was 23; and Tobi was 14. Ino was living with her husband and three kids. Hidan was living with his boyfriend in an apartment not far from our home.

Mom took Tobi and I into her room looking like she might cry. She sat down on her bed and looked at us both. We just stood there, not really sure what was happening.

"You're father and I have thought about this a lot and we think this is the right thing to do," she had told us. "We decided that we're going to get a divorce."

Tobi started whimpering about how that didn't seem fair, that they could work through it. Mom said they had tried. I couldn't wrap my head around it. It didn't seem right. They had always seemed so happy around us. Around us, I realized. Dad had always seemed so nice when Tobi was around, but when everyone was gone, he'd hit me. It must be the same thing with Mom and Dad – arguing when Tobi and I weren't around.

I sank to the ground and looked up at Mom, listening to her explain all the reasons she needed the divorce. I wondered why it was such a big deal to me.

"Can I tell my friends, yeah?" I had asked Mom, suddenly hoping I'd have someone to talk to other than my annoying brother.

Mom nodded and said, "Yes, of course."

When she was finished, I raced out of the room and planted myself in front of the computer, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill over. I opened up my email and sent one to each of my friends telling them the news and asking if they could come over for awhile. A few minutes later, I got several emails back from my friends telling me that they'd be over soon. I sighed in relief and started flipping through old emails while I waited for them to come over.

My friends and I hadn't been able to get instant messaging for the longest time, so we had invented what we called "improvising IM" – where we basically stayed on our emails for hours at a time and sent emails back and forth as fast as we could so it would feel like we were instant messaging. It had been pretty fun then. I stared at some of the emails that I remember we'd sent like that. We had said some pretty random crap.

I sighed, exited my email and turned off the monitor. I got up and was going to my room to find something to do while I waited when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and opened the door for my friends. Once they were all there, we went up to my room and took our rightful places around the room.

"Man, what happened? I thought you're parents were tight," Kisame had said, leaning back against the wall.

"Yeah," Itachi muttered, resting against the wall next to my dresser.

"I thought they were too, yeah. But they've been fighting at night when Tobi and I are asleep. I guess they're just sick of it, yeah," I sighed and hugged one of the smaller pillows I had on my bed.

"I guess we kind of saw it coming; we just didn't want it to happen…Who are you going to live with? Your mom or your dad?" Kisame asked and smiled when Itachi got up and threw a blanket from the end of my bed at him.

"You're so good at being sensitive, Kisa!" Itachi cried.

I couldn't help but smile a little. Those two were always at it – they could brighten my day just a little every time Kisame yelled at Itachi and Itachi threw something at him. I didn't understand how they could still be friends if they were always at each other's throats. "Probably my mom, yeah. I doubt she'd let me go with my dad." I felt like crying. Dad had somehow always been part of my life, I'd ignored all the punches I'd received and just believed that he was the best dad in the world.

Kisame cursed and all my friends were yelling at me at once. Telling me that Dad wasn't a great dad like I believed; saying the same things they always do about him. I just leaned back on some of the bigger pillows of my bed and stared at the ceiling while I pretended to let it sink in. I wanted my parents to stay together so we could continue being a family. But I knew I didn't have a choice in this. I was stuck going where I was told to go until someone came up with something else.

We talked until Mom announced it was almost time for dinner and that all my friends had to go home. We slumped down the stairs and I walked them to the door, waving "bye".

Sasori stopped for a minute before he left the doorstep and said, "I want us all to go live somewhere else, that's what I want. Away from our parents and crummy lives. Someday, let's all go someplace and start over, 'kay?"

I stared at him for a minute then smiled and nodded thinking that sounded nice. "Yeah," I said and then watched him leave. As I walked to the dining room to eat, I decided that I hoped wherever we went, would be far away.

A few weeks later, Dad moved into Tobi's room and my little brother moved into my room. I didn't get my own space anymore; it was invaded by my brother. Mom and Dad got their own spaces though. I was so jealous. It wasn't fair. Why didn't they just kick Dad out of the house? Because that's what it felt like they were getting ready to do.

I felt like I was suffocating. It was going too fast. When was it going to slow down?

A month later, Tobi's best friend, Karin, came back from Cala to spend a few days with us. Tobi and Karin hadn't seen each other since last summer; they were psyched to have some time with each other. But they also liked torturing me. So they set up a tent in the backyard and dragged me out for some of the day.

We caught up with each other, talking about their boyfriends and girlfriends. She and Tobi loved torturing me by not letting me see my friends and making me talk to them. We thought back on that a bit.

Today didn't seem so bad. Tobi needed help spilling the news about our parents' divorce. When we told Karin about it, she gasped and started sympathizing with us. That's what I liked most about her – she wanted to help, she wasn't just about to put the subject away when she didn't want to hear it anymore. She'd let the person talk about what was bugging them until they were tired of talking about it.

I finally escaped them at around eight at night and called over Sasori. Tonight felt like one of those nights where I didn't want to talk, just fool around and I needed my best friend for that. Sasori and I came up with the best scenarios and loved to act them out until we fell over laughing. The overdone drama just killed us.

We hung out in my room for all of a minute before we moved out into the upstairs family room. We jumped around on furniture and ran around the upstairs screaming and laughing manically until we couldn't breathe anymore. I won that scenario. The bad guys always seem to win in our games. When Mom called us downstairs for ice cream, it was ten at night. Thirty minutes later, I said "bye" to Sasori and bolted upstairs to get ready for bed and then just sat on my bed dodging thoughts that started surfacing.

What was going to happen when Mom and Dad got the divorce? What about all my friends?

A/N: Some of it might be detailed and some might not. I had thought this up awhile ago and I just took the time to try and write it out. So, I remember some of it really well and other parts…nada. Be patient? I'm pretty sure the story will get better.

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