You know what they all seem a bit out of character but I kind of think it's cute! I'm not gunna put Itachi as a cold heartless bastard because well I don't want to. In another story … yes I shall make one soon… if you are good and well behaved. I don't own anything but Rhan (which I spell differently in every single story fyi) And I plan to post more crap yadda yadda yadda….

On to the very long awaited chapter 3!!!! WHoot yay *cheering sounds*

Btw Rhan is not the new sannin or whatever. That was a gay idea. She's a feared criminal. She has mastered the jutsu from all six of the great nations and several smaller nations and is not guilty of half the crap they accuse her of. She has catlike ears and a ringed tail, that's the whole Kitty thing. Also she has blood based techniques where she can control the blood in the body and out the body. She makes people explode from the insides out!!! This information would have been explained by Itachi in the previous chapters so just like pretend he did!

The Moon Keeps Secretes

It was raining the next time Rhan woke up. (She sleeps a lot ne?) This time it was in a different room, all white with a big canopy bed and French doors leading out to a balcony. She watched as the water hit the pains of the glass, the sound reverberating through all her body strait to her heart as if it were a lullaby just for her. She cleared this thought out of her head, lullabies needed more than beautiful percussion. She rose from the white sheets, which were now stained with much of her blood so that they slightly stuck to her skin. Being careful not to bleed on the pure white carpet she rose and went to the closet grabbing some cloths, new sheets, and a few rings of gauze. She laid them on the bed and decided that it was a good idea to bath before she changed the sheets, as not to get blood everywhere. So, she stepped into the rather large nice bathroom on the opposing side of the room and rid herself of the bloody bandages that graced her beautiful form. She stepped into the warm steamy water and began to take notice of extend of her wounds.

The small kunai (Arigato Kurio Hihane & Rosi-chan!!!) wound that Sasori inflicted upon her was nothing compared to the injuries her right shoulder and left leg had acquired. She was screwed up pretty bad. 'Maybe I should have listened to Itachi-san?'…'NA!' With the thought of Itachi brought thewondering where her room was in comparison to the others. She had certainly heard of the Akatsuki from that cursed snake.

As she began to bandage her shoulder she recalled how she had gotten the wound. Like a surreal movie playing in her mind she remembered how the bastard had ordered her to kill him. He knew their past. Orochimaru had caught her smuggling information to the Kages through spies that they sent looking for the sannin snake. That's why. He's was testing her. He had sent her to kill the Kazukage. Gaara, her twin brother (I'll explain that later, like next few chapters it's complicated), her only friend since birth, how could she kill him? She had gone though, knowing that she could never kill, or even hurt her brother, this would hurt him emotionally no matter what she did. She didn't want to fight him but how could she explain this, the snake was watching. This was defiantly a lose-lose situation for her, but there was no getting out of it. She would have to fool the snake into thinking the siblings were fighting. I'll use the thing he wants most and what will piss him off worst. She began the illusionary technique and took the form of Sasuke. She had watched him fight before. It should be easy to copy the fools fighting style. He was spastic and never really fought without the idea of killing Itachi Uchiha. 'Heh, I'd like this Uchiha if I ever were to met him, after all if Sasuke hates him he couldn't be that bad of a person!' She was right to think like that back then. Itachi isn't so bad, he couldn't have done all that crap Sasuke told her about, after all, to live one's life nearly to take another's is the stupidest way of living she had ever heard of. How would Itachi's death make the others come back to life? Either way she had to dumb down her technique.

Gaara was on the roof like any other night. His red hair reflected the moon's pale, cold light. The moon always suited Gaara-kun. He would always sit there bathing in it, soaking it in as if he's very energy and power came from that which sent children out of the dark streets and in to the homes and arms of their mothers. No, Gaara never fed off of other's fears. He was always a very kind child, but even you would grow cold and hateful to a world that rejected you, wanted you dead. No matter what anyone else thought Gaara had a pure heart, he would always remain in that beautiful innocence in the deepest part of his mind, never to be tainted by the hatred of those that fear him. The moon coated him as the fearless innocent child he really was. Yes, the moon fit him blissfully and perfectly. No one else could pull this off like he could.

She really hated to do this. "Gaara," she called out in Sasuke's voice. He was defiantly not expecting Sasuke to come and visit him.

He rose to his feet as sand gathered around him he was ready to defend any attach coming his way. Slowly, she walked to meet him. They stood like that for God knows how long until "Sasuke" drew his kunai and stepped back slightly.

"Tonight you die Kazukage-sama."

With that the ninja knife was thrown and easily deflected by Gaara's sand. The sand quickly caught Sasuke in its grip and resisting was futile. It wasn't a complicated fight, but it was never so posed to be. Rhan never wanted to go all out and end up injuring her brother. She simply stayed in the sand cocoon and tried her best to calculate the exact time he would squeeze the life out of her. Of course she knew how to get out of the death trap. She hadn't gotten the nickname BLOOD Rhan for nothing. She simply manipulated the blood in Gaara's sand to form a layer of protection, kind of like the sand armor, but better because it's not fit to the body. It allows room for the squishing of the sand so that Gaara think he got "Sasuke." It worked fairly well except Gaara had become far stronger than last time Rhan had done this. He managed to crush her arm and leg. 'Shit! I have to get out, now!' Rhan began forming the escape jutsu even though this meant completely tearing the skin off her shoulder. She disappeared from the sand trap and was now running, well sort of hobbling, away from the desert and into the forest.

"RHAN-CHAN!!!! HURRY I'M GUNNA MAKE YOU BREAKFAST TODAY, UN!!!"

She giggled to herself as she put on her shirt, "He's so annoyingly sweet." She skipped down the hall and got lost about five times until she finally made it to the kitchen where it smelled like a dog died five or six days ago. She scrunched up her nose.

"That's Deidara's cooking… hope you ate before you came down," Kisame said as Itachi and the others began to file in.

Rhan gulp as she prepared to face her scariest enemy of all… Deidara's cooking.

OMG WHAT SHALL HAPPEN NEXT ^.^ Tehe likey?

Deidara: Don't you insult my cooking!

Garra'sninjachick: … I wouldn't dare Dei-chan…

Kisami: Come quick! Your breakfast is eating Rhan!

GNC: Go save my main character! NOW!

DeiDei heads into the kitchen wearing a pink apron and wielding a frying pan: DOWN YE MIGHTY BEAST!

*screams of terror*

GNC Kisame and Itachi look around….

Itachi: Where is Sasori-san?

*all look towards the kitchen*

*gulp*

GNC: REVIEW OR DEIDARA'S FOOD WILL EAT YOU!!