A/N: I am back with chapter 1!

Holy shit...I've been away more than a week! I'm sorry! School, homework, being lazy (as usual), and animefest have really taken the time out of writing! :( No...I'll be honest here...

I'm distracted way too easily. Shit.

Please don't kill me.

This is so fucking short.

Honestly, I've just been lazy for about 76% of the time. I promise to write more often. I'll write at least, like, two chapters a week from now.

And guess what?

Akiho got a cellphone! :D With text! :DD

XD

I'm like one of the only friends in my group who doesn't have a cellphone except my two other ones...

Also, the winner of the contest is Kuroui. She (right?) guess Death, and that's who this is. :3 PM me for your request... ;)

And now to the reviews.

Kuroui: Lol, yeah, you are the first reviewer. And damn fast! It was like, two minutes later that you reviewed after I published this. X) And, yes, you're correct, the narrator is Death! :D Yay! Good job!

OneSecondEternity: Oh, why thank you, and I shall! :) ...HOLY SHIT YOU KNOW FABER DRIVE...

Glitterthorn: I actually kind of scared myself too. XD Sorry, Jashin isn't right. :/ But that's actually a good idea...

Wolfy: Why so? X)

Shadow: Well...you're half right...

Chibi A: I dun like Madara. D:

SasoxDei: *runs away from pedophile bastard*

Warning: This story may cause explosive diarrhea, vomiting, choking, but not death. Much darker in later chapters than "Long Live, Akatsuki". Be warned.

Thank you for reading, alerts, favorites, and reviews. They mean the world to me.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I'll be the first to admit that I'm not perfect. Truthfully, my job is more on the tasteless side than anything.

Sure, the site of a corpse isn't the most appealing thing I have ever seen, but I believe it's what's on the inside truly that counts. Besides, I can't judge you either, can I? Yes, you as well, will one day, be in my arms. I will gently carry you away into oblivion. Your soul, your memories, everything. Just not your body. (1)

You have already passed.

Yes.

I am what one would call Death.

I can understand that title. I'm the one who takes care of everything and everyone who has died.

But I don't have the strange cape, nor do I have the how-ever-many-bladed scythe that most people imagine for me to have. I would think I am more of a ghost than anything. Do not be alarmed. I am not violent. Just don't ask for me to be kind. I don't do such.

I will stop my words here. It is possible for me to ramble on and on about what I do and who I am, but I'm not the main character of this story.

This story starts here.

I saw them, although I wasn't technically allowed to. It was the first time that I saw them all together. They were in a hospital room, and one had just passed away.

"Goddammit, no! Wake up...please...wake up, un..."

The desperate blonde haired woman began cried, and shook the man on the bed harshly, hoping for everything to be and joke and for him to wake up.

I glanced at the clock. Time didn't really matter to me, but curiosity poked at me. What? Even Death can't be curious? Don't be stupid.

1:45, approximately. AM as a matter of fact.

It had been a bloody night for all of them. And the only causes were one boy and a knife. One stab wrecked part of the left side of the ribs, leaving him with a bleeding spleen, another had gone through the liver, and the last through his small intestines. Three vital points had been critically damaged, and they had already known that he was beyond hope.

But I would hope that you would try to save your friend if they were on the verge of their death bed as well. If I was a human as you are, I would have.

The one that was set on the hospital bed's white sheets and comforter's eyes shut. No movement-not even a twitch of the finger.

It was that time.

My arms gently carried the corpse's soul with me. I smiled down at the sleeping spirit. One glance, I thought, and turned just my head back.

"Deidara..."

"I can't believe this...I can't believe this...I can't believe it...it's not..." Konan chanted under her breath, and she clenched her fists. "It's not true...!"

I turned back around. My job was solely focusing on this on person in my arms now. I had no more business with them anymore-even that one glance was unnecessary.

Sad? Of course I wasn't. I've done this many more times than I can count.

This isn't and won't be the end of their story though. I'm just getting started.

They would never know-they would never see such a tragic death coming from such a close comrade.

Unlike the present dark and bloody night, it is two and a half years ago, on the morning of a new year of Shinobi High School.

The wind was blowing softly, causing the cherry blossom petals to float gently toward the streets and sometimes on pedestrians' heads and faces. The sky was a bright blue with fluffy clouds shaped like cotton candy. Overall, the weather was quite calm.

Itachi pushed her fluttering bangs behind her ears. Stupid bangs... she thought, growling slightly. In return, Kisame gave her a strange look.

"What?" she snapped, obviously noticing Kisame's disapproval. Her face remained stoic and emotionless, but the voice held disapproval and irritation.

The raven-hair's boyfriend put his hands up in an "I surrender" fashion. "It's not much," he explained. "I just think you look better with your bangs in front of your face."

"And make me more blind? I can barely see already; I don't think I need bangs in my face, thank you very much."

"You could get glasses," he suggested, shrugging.

The Uchiha, vexed, rolled her eyes, and walked faster.

"Hey, Ita-chan! C'mon! It's the first day! Don't be so grouchy!"

The newly established third-year chased after his girlfriend in a rush.

Akasuna Sasori stood in the front lawn of Shinobi High School with his girlfriend, Iwakatsu Deidara, and his "friend" (he much preferred the word acquaintance), Kuraji Hidan. As he slouched his shoulders, a long, heavy sigh escaped his lips.

Deidara turned her head to the right slightly. "Something up already, un, Danna?" She quirked her right eyebrow.

He also received a slapped on the back from a certain Jashinst, making him almost jump. "C'mon, jackass! Don't be such a fucking downer on the first day! You'll be fucking fine.

Sasori gave Hidan a distressed look. "Hidan, you would only know how I am feeling right now if you didn't have to live with more than fifty fangirls."

Hidan gave an innocent look. "Oh, what, me? Oh, goodness, how could you ever fu-, ever say such a fu-, goddammit! I fucking give up! It's impossible to say anything without swearing, god fucking Jashin dammit!"

Such a colorful language, he had.

Sasori chuckled quietly, and Deidara smiled.

"Hey."

"Hello."

They all looked over (and also up for Kisame) toward the two voices that caught their attention. Kisame gave a toothy grin, and Itachi raised both of her eyebrows for a moment, then they went back down again.

"Hi, un."

"Hey."

"Hey, ya, mother fuckers!" Hidan greeted. His face was plastered with excitement.

Itachi raised her eyebrows again with one a little higher than the other. She glanced at Deidara.

"Did he receive extra coffee this morning?"

The blonde shook her head no. "He actually said he didn't have any, un."

"..."

Hidan pursed his lips, puckering them into a pout. "What, are you saying I'm always so fucking gloomy?"

"No, we just think you seem really weird. Weirder than usual, actually."

"Are we ready for another hectic year?" Kisame asked.

"Without Konan-chan and Pain and Kakuzu...yeah."

"Don't worry, Deidara."

"Wait..." Sasori muttered, turning off his cellphone.

They all took a deep breath.

"So...are we ready now?" the blue-skinned man asked once more.

"Yes," Sasori replied.

"Yeah, un."

"Uhh..."

"What Hidan?" Itachi inquired.

"I kind of need to fucking use the shit room."

"..."

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Although it was possible that I am wrong, I would think that they would love the new year. But they did forget to check the class lists.

(1) Obviously and honestly, I have no knowledge of the afterlife. It's something none of us have. So I really don't know (and kind of don't care) if our memories come with us or not. (Actually, I think I want my memories...maybe.

The next chapter will most likely come out Monday or Tuesday. I promise.

I'm a busy girl...stupid school.

And maybe...can you guess who dies? :3 I won't reveal until the time comes though... ;)