So I'm just gonna start out by dedicating this chapter to the ever loveliest AbsoluteAnarchy, even though this isn't what I promised at all because this honestly came out of nowhere. Like I kept scrapping this story over and over again, it started out, obviously as something wayyy different but I couldn't really write for it and as I told you I thought it was lame, then I had I listened to Eminem 'Not afraid' and another idea but that was hard to write for… and sigh. I don't even know. Like I started out with the whole original 'Like Magnets' (hence the intro) but then somewhere along it became this and not a one-shot at all… so sorry about that. Honestly I'm not even sure if it's going to be called Like Magnets or Glitch… hmm.

It is different from the original but I think it'll be good…. Possibly?

Also I have no idea if seinzess is reading this but I WILL HAVE PROPER RESONSES TO YOU ON MY OTHER TWO STORIES, just wanted you to know they seriously fucking made my day, you're so wonderfully fantastic and I love ya :D and again it was really fantastic.

Disclaimer: I don't own, Masashi Kishimoto does.

Okay let's do this thing:

There are forces in people's lives where they don't realize it but they're being pulled towards someone, someone important, even if it's not known at the time. They might fight it with all their strength and power but it's an attraction that overcomes the will and breaks down all borders. He broke my borders and I'd like to think I had some affect on him as well. But maybe the biggest affect I had on him was the one he had on me. Giving him power over a person that is described in stories and movies but never as the forces of science, even if we broke it down to it's core then that's where the real analogy exists because in essence we were like magnets. And we were to be no excuse.

The night air's wind rushed through my hair, whipping it all around me but I didn't bother with brushing it out of my face. The air was moist since it rained all throughout the day so the sky was particularly dark and heavy in an overbearing gray color. I crouched there on the overhanging stone eagle's back, my hand brushing back and forth against the smooth surface absentmindedly. We were at the top of the 56-story skyscraper and to say I didn't feel a rush would be a lie, because my stomach clenched in a way that always was intoxicatingly addictive, not a comfortable feeling, but one that said I am alive. Even if all other things in life told me I wasn't.

"Did he give you specific orders?" I turned my head slightly to look over my shoulder to look at Hidan standing there, leaning against the wall, only a foot from the edge. Like me though, he didn't seem bothered. His thick arms were crossed with visible flexing muscles on his smooth pale skin. His head was leaning back against the wall, illuminating his pale lavender eyes that seemed like they were eerily glowing against the harsher sky.

I turned back over my shoulder and sighed before I dusted off my hands and stood up, not bothering to right myself carefully. The wind and non-flat surface of the statue made it feel like I was close to tripping and plummeting but then again that was the plan to begin with. "Un." I could hear Hidan humph at my peculiar use of the word besides actually saying yes, but it always came out on its own, not really mine to ever control.

He looked straight up and never really at me, "Are you sure you don't want back up then?"

I smiled, taking a few carful steps until I stood up on the head, my body tilting precariously forward, again I wobbled a bit but whether it was due to skill or luck I never fell. "Nah, I got this, un."

Just be careful. Watch your back. Come back alive. Don't give up our secrets. All could've been said but the only word he spoke was, "Whatever." I didn't have to look behind me to know he was no longer there. I took the final step, my hands outstretched in a balancing way, one of my feet on the hook of the beak, the other on the slanted head, I stood there suspended for a brief second, looking at the city that stretched out for a couple miles, only ever truly awake at night. Then I allowed myself to sway over and fall off headfirst. The air around me roared and pressed against my skin in a way that felt like a rough caress. The feeling of adrenaline pulsing through my entire beings much like my own inner drum that beat faster the longer I was freefalling. I spun lightly, allowing the wind to breeze past me. It wasn't long but then again the best things never are. The ground was coming closer and so were the ignorant people, oblivious as always as I free fell amongst them. But instead of splatting to my death, I fell into a puddle and when I say fell I mean there's a certain skill I have, if it can even be called that.

Mutant, morpher, demon, and monster are all things that have been used to describe people of my kind but they never really aptly described it because it was so limiting in the way the words hinted to something more, a thing I never consented to. I've always said I was like a glitch. Glitched from the government's system like I was never born. Glitched from society as if I wasn't there even when I was. But more importantly, I glitched from the natural barriers of this world as if the physical laws of science had no restraints on me. Like now, I was clearly visible to those who knew I was there but if they didn't know then I couldn't be seen and how I materialized into the puddle instead of painting the concrete with my mangled corpse. It was a gift only I had ever known, at least I think. I work for a group that didn't seem to care about the particulars so long as I got the job done. It was a job description I embraced comfortably.

My body became the same liquid substance as the water making the feeling always so surreal as I mixed in with the water, always in a dream-like state of mind, too strange to be described, until I glitched back on the sidewalk. I never had control over when I would glitch but sometimes it would happen, like with the freefalling, I knew somehow it would take over in time to make sure I didn't take fatal damage. Other times I got either lucky or unlucky depending on the instance.

I took a few steps, the concrete feeling odd for a second before I regained myself. People treated my stumbling like I was a drunk, as if I had been there all along next to them. A pair of girls got particularly close and I smiled warmly and flirtatiously, dipping my head to the side, allowing for my dark blond hair to sweep over my dark hoodie and shoulders. One giggled but the other sneered and pushed her friend along with her. Sighing I straightened and smoothed back my winded hair before looking at the alley that I had been able to see from the eagle, the one I would have to enter. I looked back at the skyscraper's highest floor and could almost imagine them watching me but I knew they weren't sentimental or caring in that way. I peeked again at the people who seemed to pay me no particular mind before slipping in.

I glanced all around, it was dark but I had been here earlier so I could almost imagine everything. The dumpsters on the left wall, boxes on the right wall, and fence in the back, all like an average alley. But, I needed to get underneath because there would be an underground base, which was what I was told. When I was here earlier I couldn't see any entrance hidden or protected. So I started to climb the boxes. This is why they sent me. I expertly and nimbly climbed the crates to the top, which was a little over 15 feet. I balanced myself on the top of the trembling boxes. Glancing down, I sighed. I would have to put myself in danger to get down there, that was the only sure way. Bunching my knees I jumped off and flipped myself to where my head was going first.

I felt myself morph into the ground and it felt like sludge. Like I was a sludgy material drooping down before I was dropped heavily from the ceiling and onto the floor, my knees taking most of the damage. Groaning, I allowed myself to be in that position for a long enough time, before I gathered my long blond hair in a fist and tied it into a quick bun and pulled my black hood over my head and a dark cloth over my lower half of my face. It was clichéd but it was a precaution as well.

Standing, I looked at my surroundings. I was in an underground hallway that was badly lit with a couple dull lights that kept flickering on and off. The air was heavy and musty, almost like I was breathing in mold. Guessing on a way I turned and went left, walking as quietly as I could against the tile. It was a long hallway but still I hadn't come across anyone. The hallway ended with stairs. I glanced up but this too was empty which meant I knew whom I'd meet and I could already feel the annoyance. Of course, why hadn't I thought of it before? Suddenly sneaking seemed so pointless so I loudly walked up the creaking stairs. I don't know what building I was walking into but that didn't really matter. I stopped at the top because all there was was the door that led into who-knows-what. My hand reached out and dully opened the door and walked into a room filled with crates that smelled of different spices and foods. Maybe I was in the cellar of a hotel or restaurant? I took a few steps and heard the door close behind me. I turned slightly and there he was.

I've only seen him a couple of times and have yet to learn his name, but it's hard to forget someone who beats you up every time, especially if that person looks as distinct as he does. Unlike me he didn't hide his appearance and I tried not to guess why because I tried to keep people out of my thoughts unless I had to. He was around my height, it was hard to tell who was taller and he was slightly skinnier, but that didn't make him any less lethal. I knew this for a fact because I always ended up glitching during our fights. His wild, red hair was the same crimson color of fresh blood, something I always found fitting, and he always had the same bored heavily hooded, brown eyes, even when we fought.

He gazed at me, his arm still across the door in a relaxed position, "Can't they send anyone better? Why is it always you?" His voice was smooth and almost musical sounding as if trying to lull you willingly to your death but clearly I wasn't ready to die.

I spoke, my voice gruffer and coarser than usual, but the same voice I always used around him, "They don't really assume that you keep showing up, so sorry they don't account for stalkers, un."

He looked as not amused as always, "I'm not stalking you. You do realize you keep trying to steal from the same person, right?"

"Try?" I regarded him, shifting forward slightly, "I have always left with what I come for one way or another, un."

He snorted, "You never take anything."

"I never need to."

"You're such a bad thief then."

"Let's say what I steal is a bit over your pay grade, un."

"Who says I'm being paid?"

"Who said I care either way?" I swung my right fist but he easily grabbed it and pulled me in to where he punched. At the last moment I caught it and clutched his hand in my palm and pressed against his knuckles, putting on an intense pressure. He easily broke the grasp, though, by twisting his elbow forwards and heavily colliding it against my forearm, probably bruising it. My own elbow thrust upwards against his cheek with a satisfying crunch. I jumped back allowing for space and grinned, "Why don't you pull out that gun of yours that we both know you're hiding and make things interesting, un?"

He looked at me darkly because as I've said I have glitched before during our fight and he has seen it. The thing was he never understood why or how or even what had happened. What he did know was every time he tried killing me I would disappear. "I'm more than capable of taking you on." Although he seemed antisocial, he always seemed more than willing to assert his superiority, so like now, he responded.

"What if I changed since last time?"

He snorted. "That's unlikely."

"I think we can both agree that clearly I surpass unlikely, un." I winked knowingly and his glower darkened.

With speed that always seemed unreasonable, he rushed forward and before I knew it, the back of my head was being smacked against the chilling floor and he was straddling me with my arms locked to my sides by his thighs. He didn't seem interested in unmasking me and seeing my identity, instead his fists came whizzing through the air and smashing into my cheeks, one after the other. My face burned with pain and I could see splotchy black spots that seemed to flash white every time his fist made contact. He never relented and initially I had been trying to fight but it got harder and soon the fight wasn't to get away but to stay awake. I finally he stopped and grabbed my sweater at the base of my throat before tugging my torso up. My head bobbed, but somehow I was able to maintain an eye contact at this angle and through the pain. His eyes were alit by a seemingly very cold fire and he had a single fist held ready. "You aren't getting away." His fist reared back and punched at a speed and strength that he hadn't used yet.

"That's why I said I'm above your pay grade, un." It was a croaked whisper but he stopped right before he hit me, his eyes wide and darting around the room, expecting a trick to be pulled, but he was looking at the wrong spot and I glitched out of his unsuspecting hold.

Again I materialized and started stumbling, my throbbing and bleeding against my hands. A body bumped into me, "I'm sorry I didn't see you there… Hey, kid, get out of here, this is the kitchen, it's off limits." Sure enough I could hear the whistling of kettles and hustling around with the pans and dishes rattling around as they were jostled with. There was a pause and I felt a hand clutch at my shoulder, "Hey are you okay? Are you… bleeding?!" The voice sounded close as if he was leaning in to look under my hood.

I shrugged off their hand and dropped one my hands, allowing for the other to come just below my swollen eyes and against the gash that was created by his multiple fists, just around the cloth around m face. I staggered out of the large kitchen and into the dining area, feeling as if every step was harder and longer than the last.

No one paid me any attention. At least those who hadn't already known I was here and only two seemed to be otherwise. I had made my way halfway down the isle, avoiding waiters before I heard a familiar voice call out, "How about you have a meal with us?"

I paused and turned over my shoulder, peering irritably between my blood-caked fingers, "You guys knew where the entrance was?"

Hidan sat there with another one of our members, Itachi Uchiha. He was like the amplified version of the guy who just beat me up, because he was better and colder. He wore a black, silk button up dress shirt that of course had no wrinkles but was smooth and gave off the same feeling as his inky obsidian eyes. His thick black hair was in a loose ponytail that went down to just below his shoulders. He sat with his hands properly clasped on the table, with an ever so slight tilt of his head, indicating for me to join them.

Growling, I walked over and roughly pulled out a chair allowing it to scrape crudely against the polished floorboards, before I plopped down and put my elbows on the table, still keeping my head against my hands. Hidan barked a loud and obnoxious laughter at the sight, "You said you didn't want help."

My palm pressed experimentally against the cheek before tugging off the cloth and pulling back the hood off of my face, allowing for the air to cool around my skin in a refreshing way, "Someone could've sent me here besides down who-knows-where, un."

Hidan smile widened as he saw my bruised and bloody face. I didn't hold it against him that he was a sadist, for the most part I just brushed it over and allowed for him to gawk. He gestured with his thumb to Itachi who was still gazing coolly at me all the same, "He knew."

I rolled my eyes even though doing so gave me slight stars, of course he knew. Itachi knew everything and this was no exaggeration, our leader didn't even have to tell him for Itachi to know all. "There must be a reason for you to be here because it's obviously not to help me." I spat bitterly, "So what is it? I'm listening."

There was no pause, "Did you get what you needed to?"

I closed my eyes and thought about it. Find out if he's still here. That's what I was told and before I thought he meant someone else but after being told to go down to the specifically deserted place, I understood now that all along I was supposed to meet him, even if it cost me my face. Not only that but I was sent to find someone important and clearly he was of some semblance for he wasn't being paid, as he so kindly said, "Un. He's in the cellar I believe. Are you going to fight him?" At the end I opened an eye to peep at him.

Itachi didn't even seem to consider this for he shook his head, "No, what he needed was for you to confirm his guesses." I rolled my eyes again, because this was a funny way of only confirming a guess. Itachi reached for his wine and sipped from it slowly before he set it down again, "I'm here to actually tell you your next mission."

I groaned and smacked my head down on the table, allowing for it to ache, "What is it, un?"

"Do you know who it is that you keep meeting up with?" He asked, surprising me.

"Satan?" I muttered against the tablecloth, my cheek smothering into the surface.

Hidan roared but Itachi continued coolly, "Sasori Akasuna, his grandmother is who we're after and it's your job to get close enough to him to get to her. Intel says that he lives with her after his parent died. Otherwise she's so busy that you can't really can't reach her."

I dragged my face just enough to where I could look at him dubiously with an arched eyebrow, "Cause we get so close when he's beating me up, un. I think he's really close to inviting me over for refreshments and a movie marathon."

Hidan chuckled, "Fuck, I think I'm growing abs just hearing you complain." Deidara glanced at him darkly before looking back at Itachi who was smoothing his hand against the rim of his glass.

"Konan said she believes she found his school."

"So send Hidan! I don't want to go! I'm done with him!"

He nodded thoughtfully, "We are-"

"WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK? I'M 19! I'VE PAID MY DUES."

Itachi glared at him as some people glanced back at them from their meals, "Quiet, both of you. It's not my orders it's his. So it's not debatable."

"Fuck this shit, I'm not going." He crossed his arms stoutly against his chest. When riled up, Hidan definitely wasn't one to be quieted or deterred.

"Hidan, you need to watch out for Deidara. Clearly he's not ready-"

"Like hell he's not, it's fucking school! The kid isn't going to attack him during class!"

"What if we're not worried about just the kid? He and his grandmother are into something, something too deep for their own good."

I coughed a sour laughter, "Seems like he's more than capable, un. Little gremlin keeps pulling out guns and trying to kill me."

"Deidara. This isn't up to discussion, same for you, Hidan. His orders are final." We don't question them was his hidden undertone.

I groaned into the table, as the youngest and newest member, I was constantly put into these positions that I had to do no matter what or face consequence. I had yet to actually learn what the consequence was but with this group, it always seemed clear that it was best not finding out. "What about my face? He'll recognize me and the damage he caused."

Itachi dismissively waved his hand, "Don't give him too much credit, Deidara. It'll lessen in a week and then you can go. As for your face, you always cover it and we'll get you colored contacts or glasses."

I lifted my head off the table, "And what if he sees my little gift, un?"

He looked over his shoulder and called for the waitress. She came over immediately, blushing as his beauty as he handed her his card. Just as she walked away he calmly watched her and without turning to look at me said, "It's your job to make sure he doesn't." I glanced up and realized that he wasn't actually watching her anymore but Sasori exiting the kitchen and walking away.

"Well?"

I looked in the mirror. The school's blazer was stiff and didn't allow for much movement and the tan dress pants too were along the same line. At least they didn't have me cut or dye my hair and it was allowed in its usual half ponytail that covered part of my face. I was allowed to use my usual eyeliner so that stayed the same. However even I felt off looking at myself in the mirror with glasses and at least five pounds of makeup covering the colorful bruises. "I hate it."

"That's the fucking spirit."

I glanced at him crossly through the mirror, "What are you so happy about? You're in the same boat as me, un."

Only thing was he wasn't. Hidan had stripped off the blazer and allowed for his undershirt to be partly unbuttoned showing off his smooth and toned stomach. His hair was in the same slick back style and he still wore his necklace as always. He grinned, "At first I hated the idea, but you know this is just the perfect opportunity to sleep without Kakuzu always riding my ass about some stupid heathen shit." As cool as he can seem at times, the usual Hidan is just this loud and obnoxious.

"You're supposed to be working to get close to him, un."

He came over and roughly clasped my shoulders, "Nah, blondie. That's your job, just consider me like your guardian angel that makes sure you get shit done without fucking things up or being killed." He looked me up and down in the mirror again, "You know, I've never seen you look more like a hipster nerd."

My hand tried ripping at Konan's tight tie before giving up and sighing, "You know, neither have I."

Itachi entered the room, "Come on, your ride is here to take you two for the day. Remember they'll be picking you up at the same place they dropped you off."

The school was large and pristine but that wasn't surprising, nor did I find it all that enchanting but more of a nuisance, especially since we were on the other side of a large gate and hedge, blocking us out. I never went to school as I was always told not to and I never really fought too hard on the subject. I was taken in at 14, so about three years ago, and basically my entire life since then has been one mission after the next, always living in the moment and nothing else.

I peered at the grounds, finding it empty, "Uhm… are we early?" I checked the dashboard. It was 8:15 a.m.

Hidan chuckled, "More like late." I glanced at him sharply. This was late? "I was the one who checked out the time, I told Itachi an hour later 'cause he would've gotten suspicious… although cat's out of the bag now." He looked oddly at the chauffeur, who even though he seemed to pay no attention, he probably would be relaying every word to Itachi.

I grimaced and shouldered on my backpack, hopping out of the car, looking down the school grounds. I walked up to the gate, trying to rattle it but the bars were made of solid metal and didn't seem in any bad condition. Hidan walked up to me just as our ride drove off, "So how about you do that teleporting thing you do, Blondie, and get us on the other side?"

I rolled my eyes, still looking up and measuring the height of the gate, "Doesn't work that way. I don't actually have control of it… it just happens on its own."

"Like hell it does! You just haven't worked on being able to control it. All superheroes have to. Like Superman and Spiderman-"

"Yeah, yeah, Hidan, I get it. Maybe not so loud? Who knows whose on the other side?"

"I know. It's hell. School is a major bitch."

I mused for only a second before nodding, "Okay, come on, give me a boost up and then you climb up after me." I raised my foot but didn't feel him grab it. I looked back impatiently, "What?"

"They send you into alleys and sewers and shit! I'm not touching your foot."

"Konan just bought it. Now hoist me up!"

Hidan grumbled but still grabbed onto my foot and allowed me to push off of him. I reached for the top and after a few attempts was able to grab onto the slick bar. Once I had, I pushed off his foot and heaved myself up onto it awkwardly, however I wasn't used to the no grip sole of these hoes and ended up sliding right over and into the hedge with a yelp.

The branches and twigs in the hedge scratched me and nicked my skin, but for the most part I was just uncomfortable and not able to stand or adjust myself so I just kind of flapped around, not finding a solid surface to actually stand on. I groaned loudly and allowed my head to flop back with closed eyes to the blaring sun, might as well wait for Hidan.

"What are you doing there?" It was a voice I was already attuned to and I opened my eyes and pulled my palm up to my eyes, shielding them from the morning sun. Sasori stood there, upside down, but the same as always only he looked a lot more fitting here than anywhere else I had seen him. The sun behind him made his hair seem aflame and his blue blazer, brighter than it's supposed to be. He had is arms crossed over his torso and I tilted my head and adjusted the glasses to read the words on is crisp blazer... Student council President. I stifled the groan. Great.

There are times in people's lives when a person collides with the person that they share the magnetic field with and they feel the forces but associate it as something totally different than the actual underlying reason. We were that case but with a twist. I always said I was a glitch from society, and the individual, no matter how important, weren't to be the exception. So maybe I had made an impact but we might've forgotten it, because I always glitched when I was in danger and falling in love was no different. I glitched from our magnetic field. Only we didn't recognize this at the time.

What I did realize was the need to get close to him, so I smiled warmly.

A/N:… I'm so done. Oh my god. I don't know what to think of this, at all. The amount of Eminem I listened to write this is like I hear his voice when I start to sleep . Now this is coming up at 5.00, whelp okay.

Okay, that's it. What do you guys think? Should I continue it? I might not but if you guys want me to then of course I will, so review, even if you didn't like it so that I know where this stands, mmkay?

Again I really want to dedicate this to AbsoluteAnarachy, I love talking to you… or writing to you, either way. I think… I think a lot and I just wanted you to know that you make my some of days when I get your messages so it means a lot to me, even more than you'd probably think. But, yeah, I hope you enjoyed it or at least stuck through to the end of this chapter.

Also ahahahaha, this name, you guys, I MIXED THE TWO. 'Glitch' and 'Like Magnets' so see how the two different ideas got tied into together? Yeah so feel extra free to leave a review or follow or psh whatever, although I did say extra free so feel just as free not to, I guess is how this stuff works.