A/N: Wow… I took a short break to work on my schoolwork and it took…how long? That's right, half a month…and I got NOTHING accomplished. So, essentially it was a pointless break. I must apologise to you who were reading or perhaps still are.

Here's to you, my beloved plastic populace. I hope you enjoy it…somewhat.

Disclaimer: I decided to shed my material possessions. I own nothing but my body, mind and soul. This also means I'm a nudist now...and not so well liked by neighbour and her children.

Chapter 2: DO NOT WANT!

He was running blindly, dashing through bush and tree, branches scratching all over his face and body, his breathing ragged. He didn't know if he was being pursued but all the same he didn't really care to find out. Still pounding against the darkened grass, he checked over his shoulder, wary of the danger he could be faced with.

He came to a stop and leaned over the hands he had placed on his trembling thighs. He panted, out of breath and exhausted, taking a while to rest before surveying his surroundings. It was black, all around him varying stages or dark, barely visible trees, hills and other things. He looked up at the sky and found it devoid of starlight and host to a tiny sliver of moon.

'Bloody marvellous,' he thought as his eyes strained to see. Feeling a little of his strength renewed, he stalked forwards, wand in hand, and searched for shelter. The wind was forcefully dragging everything with it; the leaves, dust, hair – nothing was free of its grasp. His robes were billowing beside him, his hair threatening to suffocate him, and his heart pounding against his chest. He stalked over to a particularly dark patch of land, prepared to apparate, and soon was no longer there.

It was bright. It wasn't only bright; it was unbearably bright, like industrial power torches being thrust into unwilling eyes. The sweet smells of grass, honeysuckle and rain permeated every inch of the atmosphere, the smell of happy.

It was enough to make him sick.

He certainly hadn't intended to apparate that far from home, and he certainly shouldn't have been able to apparate that great a distance, but he had. Here, whereever he was, was in the full bloom of morning, at least 7 hours ahead of where he last stood.

He was in Japan.

Not only was he in Japan, but he was in Okinawa. And he was hot.

The sun was beating down upon the hill with a strange ferocity. Severus sighed and plodded around, certainly looking for a place to die, sweaty and drenched in various states of black. The area was blissfully free of people yet full of the happy chirping of various flying animals like something out of a horrendously corny Disney film. Yes, he almost expected to see Julie Andrews fall out of one of the surrounding trees, it was that bad.

He strode through the lengthy grass, shielding his eyes from the sun, sky and happy, and made for shelter again.

The pot smashed against the wall in his angry fit of range. It was true, the alcohol-induced headache was threatening to rip his skull apart, but his anger was far more potent right now.

Lord Voldemort, looking slightly shabbier and weaker this morning, paced the bare room hastily; his robes swishing and his bare head gleaming the sunlight like an ironic halo. He eyed the shards of the pot on the stone floor with contempt, as though the pot itself had rejected his advances and fled. Feeling the ire radiating from him, most of the Death Eaters stayed well away, Bellatrix being the only one stupid or smart enough to approach.

"My Lord," she uttered, bowing down in respect. She slowly raised herself and met his eyes. Her gaze was returned in a most dangerous manner.

"What, Bellatrix?" His words rippled through her. Her heart sped up its pace.

"My Lord, if you are needing certain…" she paused for effect. "Services, I am more than willing."

He looked her over thoughtfully, his expression unreadable.

"I do not require your services,"he said quietly. He turned away from her and continued pacing.

"But, my Lord…Snape…" She had evidently said the wrong thing when he snapped his head around to face her again.

"Irrelevant!" She backed away in fright as his hand sliced through the air towards her cheek. "The events of last night matter not, you impudent bitch." She almost looked scandalised at his comment, as though he'd never used such a term against her before.

He took the tiny steps to get unbearably close to her, thrusting his long hand under her chin and grasping it painfully. He pulled her lips a breath away from his own. She shuddered at contact, not from fear r disgust, but from pure lust and want.

"My only need right now," he hummed, his voice low and silky with a slight hint of a hiss. "Is to find and kill that traitor."

Everyone in the room shot up at his words, making like little toy soldiers in a row, and raised their hoods.

"Go, all of you," he demanded, "Check for all apparition traces."

Without another word said, the hooded black army disapparated from the room in hunt of Snape. When he was sure there'd be no interruptions, the Dark Lord wandered over to the sofa he had acted on the previous night and sat down, patting the space next to him almost tenderly. In a split second he was trying to choke the life out of the seat cushion.

Panting and shaking, he released his grip, sighing and shaking his head.

"He didn't buy any damned Tupperware," he grumbled, slamming his hand down on the armrest. "I'll show him just how fucking useful it is…"

A/N: -Pft- Well, way overdue and short…but I tried, damnit, I tried. I tried posting and writing so many times but with babysitting… Well, I get told off by the little girl when I'm on because she gets bored just reading the comics on Deviantart… I hope it's not too bad. No, there was no action in this, I'm sorry. Next chapter will be more interesting. I won't say much but I will say that Sev won't be left alone in Okinawa long. And the Tupperware shall prevail.