At first, all Steve saw was black. He blinked and saw the faces of his concerned colleagues hovering above him.

"Are you alright, Steve?" the sound technician, Bridget, asked.

"The nerve of that Sasuke!" The cameraman, Otis, fumed.

"I'm good," Steve winced as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Let's get back to work!"

The makeup artist, Vivian, gasped. "Oh, no! You must rest!"

"Screw that!" Steve got to his feet. "We've got a T.V. show to film!"

The other crew members exchanged worried looks.

"Um, we'll discuss it," Lucy, his assistant, said. She motioned for the rest of the television crew to follow her into the woods. Steve watched them go, somewhat confused.

After they were a good distance away from Steve, Lucy pulled the crew into a huddle. "It's going perfectly. The whole plan is working out to perfection,"

"Yes, yes," snickered Lucy's assistant, Joel.

"We will let Steve continue. It is our only chance to win the love of Sasuke!" The director, John, whooped.

"FOR SASUKE!" The entire T.V. crew shouted, roughly pulling open their business jackets to reveal SASUKE LOVE t-shirts.

Steve watched from the meadow, wondering what on earth they were doing.

Sasuke walked into his apartment, locking the door behind him. He pulled the curtains together, and looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. Satisfied, he pulled a stereo out of his closet and plugged it in. He turned it on, and to the beat of a bass drum, fished a plastic razor out of the bag they had come in.

My heart is being ripped to shreds

Torn to bits

Blood pools around me

A crimson reminder of bad luck

Eyes shut tight, Sasuke placed the razor on his wrists. He pushed down and slit his wrist. Blood was freely pouring, and Sasuke had to quickly perform a healing jutsu to stop it.

I can't see the light ahead

Trapped in a sea of midnight black

Those demons will never take me alive

Take me alive

The angst filled teen allowed a single tear to drop onto his wounds. The stinging salt burned the cuts and caused Sasuke to cry even more, causing more pain. Though, the pain felt rather nice. It was a pleasure...if that makes any sense.

At Akatsuki Headquarters...

Hidan stood inside the symbol he had drawn on the coarse dirt. He watched the young girl in front of him clutching her bloody leg.

"Foolish girl," he smiled. "You should know better than to follow an older stranger," With that, he plunged a spear into his heart. His eyes watered with the pain, but he barely felt it upon seeing his victim writhe in agony.

"Yes! Feel the delightful pain," Hidan laughed. He was so happy right now. It always pleased him to inflict pain on others...and himself.

Back in Konoha...

Sasuke put away his razors and turned the stereo off. Now was poetry time.

He took out a blue notebook from his desk drawer. Pulling out his swivel chair, he sat down in it. After spinning around a few times just for the heck of it, Sasuke got down to business.

"Hmmm...." he murmured, taking a pencil and fiddling with it. A light bulb lit up in his brain, and he began to write.

Blood No. 56

A Poem By Uchiha Sasuke

Nectar of life,

Gleams on a knife,

I can't take it anymore,

Down I go to the floor,

A slash and a cut

I was caught in a rut

I still am

My blood be damned

Sasuke reread his poem several times, nodding in satisfaction. This was surely his best work to date.

There was a knock at the door. Against his better judgement, Sasuke decided to answer it.

"You again?"

"Yeah, it's us," Steve and the rest of the crew pushed their way into Sasuke's apartment. "Listen, Sasuke, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. Our network would now like to air a new show - starring you! It's the chance of a lifetime! Whaddya say?"

Sasuke smiled wryly. He might as well humor them. "Alright, but you have to read my poem,"

"Deal,"

AN: The entire T.V. crew except for Steve are Sasuke fangirls/fanboys. I made up the song lyrics and poem. Hidan is like a hardcore emo cutter XD Sasuke doesn't have anything on him.