Hitomi was tracing the tattoo on the inner side of her left wrist when Emiri walked up. The skull with crossed scythes, like her. Her black handled scythe was blade over her right shoulder. But she also had her 6 foot senbon aligned with her spine, one point above her head. Emiri took this as a bad sign. Hitomi only took her senbon with her when she suspected there was going to be a fight. She put the fingerless glove back on her left hand. Emiri noticed she was in her favorite fighting clothes. The black capris, blood red tank top, black fingerless gloves, and black shoes with her headband around her neck.

"Oh great." Emiri sighed "Here's all papers, files, folders, yadda yadda. If it had any relation to them whatsoever here it is."

She handed Hitomi a black backpack with red edging.

"Thanks." she took the backpack and noticed how Emiri was dressed in pink pants, t-shirt, vest, shoes, and even headband.

"Now tell me what this is all for." Emiri frowned "What're you planning?"

Hitomi shrugged and turned.

"Hitomi Nabiki Buremeru!! Tell me or I'll turn you in myself!!"

Hitomi turned realizing Emiri really did want to know. "Emiri, I'm really sorry. I wish I could tell you. But that could only bring trouble and a lot of danger. I don't want you or Katerinu, my best friends, hurt."

Emiri sighed at this, "You've better thought about this."

Hitomi smiled, "I assure you, I've thought hard. Which isn't what I usually do. I can tell you however, two men are missing right now. They're not coming back."

Emiri nodded, "I'll let Katerinu know so you'd better prepare for the scolding of your life. Also, if this is as serious as you say, you know if you ever need one, Katerinu and I have safe havens for you."

"I know." Hitomi smiled weakly "I'll let you know the details later."

She hugged her best friend, not knowing if this would be the last time or not.

"Tell Katerinu I'll make contact if I can A.S.A.P."

"I will." Emiri took a step back and waved good-bye. Hitomi smiled then ran into the forest to her house. Her hair fluttered behind her. The shadows from the trees were so beautiful today. The spots of sunlight that showed through warmed her face. Up ahead she saw the entrance that was diguised as a tree. She wouldn't have noticed she was there if she hadn't previously carved into it. This was sad since it was HER house. She had carved a 13 into the bark underneath the lowest branch. The branch was about thirty meters up.

Hitomi stopped directly below her favorite number and slid under the root. She landed in a small, dirt walled, dimly lit room with a door. The room was big enough for five people to have arms length room around them, nothing more. She stepped up the ladder in the wall to see if anyone was there before walking through the door. She closed the door behind her, putting the hall ahead of her in comeplete her steps as she walked on. Her shoes tapping on the ground, echoing off the walls ... 35 ... 36. This was it.

She put her hand waist high on her right and opened the door. Flaming candles greeted her warmly. Two men chained to the far wall greeted her coldly. She went to one of quite a few tables and moved aside some matches and stubs of candles. Setting down the pack, one of the men yelled at her. She turned around to address him. He was stocky, brownhaired, blue-eyed, five foot three inches, and cursing heavily. She removed her senbon and pointed it at him.

"You better shut the fuck up or you'll go first asshole."

The man beside him started breathing heavily. He was average build at an exact five feet tall. His cinnamon hair was short and spiked slightly, umlike the other who's hair was shoulder length but all spiked forward.His green eyes darted everywhere. Gulping, he spoke

"Please. Just end it ma'am, please."

Hitomi took on a look of wonder.

"What type of shinobi are you?"

Then after no answer she stood calmly.

"I'll let you talk it over while I read those papers on who goes first."

She walked to the table wondering if she could pull through with this. Before sitting she slid two stools to the men and then sat on her own stool. She looked at the wall behind the table and saw the blood still seeping through. She didn't mind, it was hers.

She had long forgotten why so she turned to the papers. Flipping through she found pictures, not many, but still. After some time she closed the folder.

"We've decided." Cinnamon said reluctantly "I go first."

"Awesome." Hitomi stood "You'll be bringing back Kakuzu." She showed him a picture.

Cinnamon nodded and the other piped up, "What're you going to do to me?"

"Actually, it's not me, it's him." She showed him a picture that had been drawn of a man with a three bladed scythe.

"Who's that?" he asked.

"His name is Hidan." Hitomi replied.

Both men nodded as if accepting what was to come. Hitomi asked if they were hungry, now noticing the men wore matching sets of camo even though they'd never met before.

They both replied yes so she made them some food and provided bedding. They quickly fell asleep while she calculated, hating math the whole time. Then, she marked her map before heading to bed.

Tomorrow she'd have everything ready and she would begin.