A/N: I don't think I have something to tell you. Expect for the fact that this story is now my main priority. (You should have seen that one coming, anyway). My other stories will obviously not be dropped, but I wanna focus on this one, cause, when it comes down to it, my inspiration hits me every five minutes. I have many, many ideas and words just seem to flow when I start writing a chapter for this story, so I guess it won't be long till I manage to finish this.

As for Sakura going to Kleinfeld and appearing on TV, I must admit, I've thought about it, too, but then I realized that it wasn't really possible. Since there's only one month left until her wedding, TenTen – like any other normal woman would do, probably – has already chosen her dress, so all she has to do now is go there, try it on again, and then take it home. Oh, and they have to buy the bridesmaid dresses and everything (but that's beside the point). But, anyway, don't worry, cause I have another surprise prepared for when they go to New York (Aka, a mysterious character will make his/her appearance. I won't tell you who that character is, obviously).

Oh, and I'd like to thank you all – yes, again – for your support. Knowing that so many of you are reading what I write is amazing. So, yeah, thank you!


Incomplete
By The Terrorist

Chapter seven
It's Over


"What's wrong with her?"

Those were the first words Neji uttered as soon as the pinkette and his fiancée were out of the restaurant. The Uchiha threw him a weird look, not having the slightest idea what he could possibly be talking about, but knowing that his question was sudden and rather strange.

"Is there something wrong with her?" he asked, a bit confused with his friend's words. He hadn't noticed anything strange at his wife, but it wasn't like he had been paying her much attention. Sure Sasuke knew she was mad at him because he forced her to come with him – and because he showed off the control he (supposedly) had over her – but then again, when wasn't she? He always did something to annoy and upset her. That being said, you can easily realize just how used he was to her being this way – for him, seeing her mad at him was something normal. Perhaps that's what seemed so wrong to Neji. (Because he definitely didn't treat his future wife like that. But that's beside the point.)

However, he soon realized that, no, that wasn't it. "That's what I'm asking you," he said. "What is wrong with her?"

The Uchiha shrugged indifferently. "I don't know. She's probably just ups – "

"That's not what I meant," Neji cut him off, shaking her head. "I'm not asking you what's wrong with her at the moment – I'm asking you what's wrong with her in general." Upon hearing those words, it didn't take long for the Uchiha to understand what his friend was trying to find out. "Why do you hate her so much?"

Sasuke frowned. "I don't hate her," he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His relationship – or lack thereof – with Sakura was something he didn't even like to think about, much less talk about. For some reason or another, everybody – who was close enough to him to know the truth about the circumstances they got married in – assumed that he hated her. He didn't – he simply didn't like her. And he had no idea why everybody wanted him to give them a reason for that – he didn't have, nor did he need a reason; he simply didn't like her, period. What was so hard to process, anyway?

"Well, you treat her pretty badly." It just seemed like every person that brought the subject on was only interested in one thing: making him reflect upon his behavior towards the pinkette – the behavior that seemed wrong to everybody who met Sakura. But of course. With her innocent appearance, it was almost impossible for someone not to think that he was the problem in their marriage – which, he wasn't. Because, damn it, their marriage didn't even exist – all that existed was a signed paper; nothing more, nothing less. "And I don't get it, for she seems okay to me." I have a feeling I don't have to tell you guys that, when coming from a person like Neji, 'okay' meant a lot.

"Yeah," the Uchiha muttered under his breath again. "Until she opens her mouth."

"Well, that's even more confusing." Was it just him, or did the Hyuuga sound amused? There was no telling that from his expression, for his façade was as unreadable as Sasuke's, but the Uchiha was not stupid and he knew him far too well for him to think that he'd simply imagined it. Neji was amused – why, he had no idea. "I thought you liked stubborn, opinionated women." Oh, so that was it. He thought that the whole situation was amusing – he thought that Sasuke's inability to tell what exactly made him reject the pinkette so many times was humorous. Seriously, now. There was absolutely nothing funny about that.

"Sakura is…" he started through gritted teeth, determined to explain to him what exactly was wrong with her, but ended up training off, unable to find the right word to describe her. "…different," he finally spoke after a few long moments of silence, and almost felt the urge to slap himself as he saw his friend smirking.

"I suppose she is," was his only reply.

Luckily, he didn't press on the matter anymore, and the conversation gradually drifted from Sakura back to business. It wasn't long until they decided to end the discussion and go home. And now, Sasuke found himself in his huge mansion – a mansion which seemed incredibly (and stupidly) empty without her in it – spread out on the couch in the living room, a drink in his hand, from which he quietly sipped every five seconds or so – because alcohol was something his system truly needed at that point.

His conversation with Neji had left him thinking over a subject that he wasn't particularly fond of, and he had no doubt that drinking would solve everything. After all, what better way of getting something off your mind than completely numbing your brain? So far, however, it wasn't working very well – that, he had to admit – but it wasn't like he'd been drinking for long. It had been only an hour or so since he first touched that bottle of Scotch. Besides, he was that kind of person that needed to drink barrels of alcohol in order to get completely wasted.

So getting drunk wasn't exactly his number one worry at this point. His wife, on the other hand, was a totally different matter. No – no, that didn't sound right, for he didn't actually consider her absence something that was worth worrying about – it was more of an annoyance. But everything related to her was an annoyance and, since he was very well aware of that, he soon found himself wondering just why the hell he was up at this hour of the night, drinking and thinking about her.

Sure, it was late. And sure, she wasn't home yet. Yeah, he had no idea where she could possibly be at this hour. Yeah, she could be doing something very specific with somebody while he was sitting here, wasting time. And of course, she had never done something like that before – arriving home this late, that is. (For the sake of his sanity, let's just ignore that fact that she hadn't actually arrived home yet). But, hey, when had he ever cared about what she was doing?

He got home late every single day, and it wasn't always that he got to see her before he went up to his room and collapsed on his bed. He did know, however, that she was home – because, the way he saw it (or had seen it, up until now) she had no business going out this late – and, although he'd never noticed (or known how to appreciate it), it gave him a sense of comfort – whether he was conscious of it or not didn't really matter.

Now, however, he knew for sure that she was not home and the fact that she had been missing for the last four hours made her absence ten times more annoying.

Besides, what could she possibly be doing that was taking so long? Sasuke was as sure as heck that, no matter how many girlfriends TenTen had, she would've already finished introducing them by now. And let's say that she remained there (wherever that meant) to chat a little – fine, Sasuke could definitely understand that. He also knew – and understood the fact – that women had a tendency to talk a lot.

All that combined could very well take her…two hours? Fine, two and a half. But then she'd realize it was about time to get moving and fucking come home. Right? Of course she would. After all, Sakura wasn't that stupid – she was well aware of the fact that she was a married woman and that, despite the situation the two of them were in, she had to act upon that title.

Unless she was doing it on purpose, of course. Which seemed like plausible option, now that he thought about it. It was much like her, doing these kind of things – after all, she always had a tendency of getting really stubborn and rebel when annoyed or simply upset. So yeah, it was pretty much possible that he'd just found the reason for which she wasn't home yet.

Now, if only he could realize just what he'd done to anger her this time… Was it the fact that he'd forced her to go out with him? It could be…but wouldn't the fact that TenTen asked her to be her bridesmaid lighten her mood a little? It should, and she must be aware of the fact that, if he hadn't made her have dinner with them, she would have never gotten a chance to meet the brunette. Sakura was a smart woman – surely, she must have noticed that his actions had had good consequences, too. But, if that wasn't it, then what was it that made her do this to hi – err, that made her stay out this late?

Sasuke turned his head to look at the clock for what seemed like the tenth time in the last five minutes – 1:34 am.

Where the fuck was she?

~•~

2:46 am.

That was the exact hour when he finally heard the front door opening. Although the door was heavy and always made a loud slamming sound when someone closed it, this time, it didn't; the only thing that resounded through the empty house was a soft click – a clear sign that she had been very careful not to make any noise. He briefly wondered if she was trying to hide her late arrival from him. Her heels made small noises as they clicked against the hardwood floor, and he decided that it'd be better to talk to her now, than to wait until tomorrow.

With that thought in mind, he stood up from the couch, setting his now empty glass on the table a little more forcefully than was necessary, and quickly made his way out of the living room.

It didn't surprise him that his sudden appearance scared her, for he'd always been more of a quiet person – his mother used to glare at him every morning because of that. His wife's reaction wasn't very different.

"Are you crazy?" she gasped, one of her hands shooting up to her chest in an effort to calm her erratic heartbeat. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

He didn't answer – after all, he wasn't obligated to explain everything to her. (Besides, how would have 'I was waiting for you to get home, idiot,' sounded like? Stupid, obviously). "Where have you been?" he asked instead, going straight to the subject. Maybe he didn't have any explanations he wanted – or needed – to give her, but she definitely did.

Sakura closed her eyes for a brief moment and allowed a small smirk to make its appearance on her face. To be sincere, she had expected him to bark something at her for getting home so late, but she had definitely not expected him to actually stay up and wait for her. Aww. Under other circumstances, she might have thought of it as 'cute'. Too bad the situation they were in was far from what that word stood up for. "Is there something bothering you, Sasuke?" 'Is the fact that I've finally gotten a chance to act like you bothering you, honey?'

"I asked you where you've been," he repeated through gritted teeth, already annoyed with her calm appearance. "I expect an answer."

"Of course." She nodded, her smirk fading at his words. "You always expect answers to your questions, you deserve all the explanations in the world – and I, just like everybody else, am obligated to give them to you. Am I right?" she asked, but didn't give him a chance to answer. Of course, he'd agree with her, and that wouldn't help with her self-control – it wouldn't help her restrain herself from lunging for his throat.

She hadn't spent this whole time with the girls. Yes, she knew it was weird, for she hadn't been out in like, years, and the girls had seemed really interested in getting to know her, but, since she realized that she couldn't focus on their questions properly, Sakura had decided to leave and put some order in her thoughts – after all, they had tomorrow night to get to know each other better.

So she said her goodbyes and left the nightclub, refusing TenTen's offer of taking her home in the process; she'd taken a taxi to the one place she could think without feeling interrupted or judged by anybody – his grave. It sounded like a scene straight out of a horror movie, she knew – she, the girl who had just had fun in a nightclub, leaving her friends and going to the cemetery in the middle of the night; the only ones missing were the zombies or the psychopathic criminal, right? But it wasn't like that. To be honest, that was the only place she felt peaceful – maybe it was because she felt closer to him, closer to the person that had once meant everything to her, or maybe it was because her stupid mind perceived that place a place where she was protected, both physically and emotionally, from everything and everyone.

It would sound stupid to any other person, but then again, it wasn't like anybody could ever understand what she had gone through – what she was still going through – so it was okay, it didn't bother her. She had thought a lot and about everything – and she'd tried her hardest to think rationally, getting involved emotionally as little as possible. She'd tried to see the good parts in each and every single one of his actions – those actions that had always hurt her so much – and she'd tried to understand the bad ones, to put herself in his place and imagine what she would have done. Of course, understanding him hadn't been easy, and she truly doubted that she'd managed to interpret his actions properly.

In the end, she decided to, once again, forgive and forget. She'd done that so many times, that it became almost like a routine to her – get mad at him, glare and hiss for a few days, stop to think about it, and then forgive him, for maybe he may still be confused with what he wants.

But, this time, there were a few things that she hadn't been able to simply cast aside and forget about. She couldn't forget how jealous (?) he'd gotten when he saw that coat on her, and she couldn't – never, ever – forget how he'd comforted her after the incident with her father. He hadn't asked for questions or explanations – he'd simply acted, and that, coming from him, was such a rare thing that it seemed almost impossible for her to forget. In fact no, scratch that. It didn't seem impossible – it was impossible.

She couldn't forget the question he'd asked her only hours after that, nor could she forget how he'd almost raped her that day. It was almost incredible, how the same man managed to act so different – it was as if there were two Sasukes: a good one and a bad one. In reality, however, there was only one, and that Sasuke was either a very confused person, or a selfish bastard. After what she'd just find out, however, she'd go for the latter without a second's hesitation.

Why didn't he want her to make friends?

That question had been swirling inside her head ever since she left the club – maybe even before that. After hours and hours spent thinking about it, however, she had finally gotten the answer – he was used to this and he hated changes. And, while he had always gave her enough freedom, it was painfully obvious that he didn't want her to haunt nightclubs and make friends with everybody – he wanted to find her home when he arrived, he wanted her to be aware of the ring on her finger.

He was such a hypocrite. "Answer me, Sakura." But she was better than him in all regards, and she wasn't going to lower herself to his level.

That's why she decided to do as she was told. "I was out," she said simply. "TenTen introduced me to a bunch of girls – I've got new friends!" she exclaimed with a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face. "Please don't tell me that it brothers you…"

He ignored the last part of her reply. "It's almost 3am, Sakura."

"Well," the pinkette spoke, faking surprise and raising her eyebrows slightly, "I definitely know how to read the clock, but thank you very much for informing me."

"Sakura." His voice was firm, stern and cold, a tiny little bit of annoyance combined with anger tainting its usual indifference and making it seem liked more of a warning than anything else. The pinkette could only guess that her not so subtle sarcasm had annoyed him to a considerable extent. "I don't want you to arrive home this late ever again."

She raised a delicate pink eyebrow, defiance shining in her forest-green eyes. "You want me to arrive later, then?"

His jaw tenses visibly at her words. "Don't act stupid," he hissed, glaring hard at her.

"I'm not," she replied as innocently as she could, frowning.

"I don't want you to come home this late ever again," he spat and turned to leave. "End of story."

His words, as expected as they might have been, caused something inside her to snap, and she stopped him before he even reached the base of the stairs. "I really don't give a damn about what you want, Sasuke," she spat back, fighting against the burning sensation in her eyes. She knew her words would set him off.

As expected, he turned around only a few moments later, taking a few steps towards her. "I'm your husband, Sakura," he stated in an almost mocking manner. "Remember?"

"No," she breathed, shaking her head. "You're not. This," – she raised her hand and pulled her wedding ring off her finger – "is nothing. It's just a façade – you know it and I know it just as well. The only difference between us is that you don't care – you never did. Not about me and not about this façade that, one way or another, must be kept." She shook her head again, trying hard to dispose of the traitorous tears that pooled into her eyes – how was she ever supposed to look strong and confident when she couldn't even keep her emotions from showing? "You've always liked the power this title brings to you, but you never acted like a real husband. And you know what?" she questioned softly, though she didn't expect an answer.

"I'm sick of it – of everything. I'm, what? – 22 already. I can't waste my life like this. I'm tired of trying to act like your wife while you act like you don't even know me; I'm tired of being the one who has to save the appearances while you live your life to the fullest and fuck every girl that jumps in your way. And, most of all, I'm tired of thinking – of hoping – that this," – she gestured between the two of them – "may work someday, that you're going to wake up and realize that I'm here, that I'm your wife and that there's nothing you can do about it. I'm tired of hoping that, one day, you're going to actually see me."

She closed her eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath, one of her hands immediately coming up to wipe the tears that had escaped her closed eyelids and trailed down her cheeks. "It's over," she spoke again a few moments later and slowly approached him, stopping when she was only a few inches away. She grabbed his arm and opened his hand – failing to notice why they were both clenched tightly to fists – placing the ring there then closing it back. "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't ask for explanations from now on."

Sakura moved past him and attempted to run upstairs, wanting nothing more than to collapse on her bed and just pass out, but didn't get a chance to do so, for his words stopped her. "Sakura, I swear that – "

She refused to let him finish. "You'll what?" she hissed as she turned to face him once more. "Rape me? Is that what you were going to say?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Do it, then! After all, having you fuck me would be the only way I'd ever get to feel that I actually have a husband!"

Those were the last words she told him before turning around and rushing upstairs; the last sound he heard was that of her door slamming shut.

~•~

"You know what would really go well with that pink hair of yours? Black. A little black dress – really short. 'Cause you have nice legs and you gotta show that off. And high heels, 'cause that would make them longer. Try a pair of stilettos. Or, whatever, something that would go well with the dress you choose to wear. I mean, I'm sure you know how to dress properly."

Ino had a really good memory – that much was obvious, not only because she seemed to remember certain characteristics about her, but also because she remembered her number; the girl had asked for it the night before, but didn't write it down, saying that she already had it engraved in her mind. Sakura didn't believe her, obviously, for the blonde wasn't exactly sober at that point, but she'd been proved wrong when she'd kept her promise and called her.

"I'm gonna wear purple. I found a gorgeous blouse in my closet – I had no idea I owned something like that, though. But I like it – it's cute. So, I'll pair it with a short, black skirt. A tight one. And, well, you get the point."

Sakura briefly wondered if Ino and TenTen was sisters or something akin to that, because, from what she could tell, their personalities were very similar.

Sakura had had girlfriends before, with whom she used to talk about clothes and fashion and boys and everything that girls were supposed to talk about, but her best friend had always been Seiji – and Naruto, for that matter. However, she'd never done what TenTen and her friends were doing to her right now – she'd never called a person she'd just met and begun talking about every single little random thing she could find, as if she'd known that girl for all her life.

Not that it bothered her. It was just…strange. These girls were more spontaneous and friendly than any other person she'd ever met.

"TenTen's going to wear the most gorgeous dress ever! I was with her when she bought it, it's so amazing! And Hinata something blue and shiny – speaking of blue, do you have any idea how good that woman looks with that color on? It brings out her hair, really. And her eyes. But all dark colors bring out her eyes, so that detail can be left aside." Was it just her, or was Ino – slightly – obsessed with clothes and fashion? "I think Temari's planning on wearing pants, I don't know what she's thinking, really. But anyway, what are you going to wear?"

"Um," the pinkette stated rather unintelligently and shifted slightly on her window seat, unsure of how to answer. It seemed like all the girls had already thought and spoken of everything, from their outfits to the club they were going to, and the truth was that she hadn't – not yet, that is. It was only 6pm, anyway. She had another two hours to think of all that. "Something small and black…?" she offered hesitantly, mentally going through her closet in order to find out whether she owned something like that or not.

Ino's answer was immediate. "That's a great choice!" Tch, of course she thought it was – after all, she'd been the one to suggest it. "And, tell me," she continued a few moments later, "is your husband coming with you?"

The pinkette frowned lightly, the statement having yet to sink into her mind. "My hus – Sasuke?!" What the hell had Sasuke to do with that, with her? "No, of course not." After the scene last night – and after everything he'd done to her – she'd be damned before she would ever invite him to go out with her. "What's given you that impression?" she asked, but, almost instantly, wanted to slap herself for it. The last thing she needed at that point was to keep up the appearances by taking about her – supposedly – happy marriage. Call her a coward, but she preferred to leave the subject aside for the time being.

"I was just wondering," she said. "I mean, he's your husband – it's only logical that he'd want to accompany you." She paused for a moment, before adding: "I think."

Upon hearing her words, Sakura sighed quietly and shook her head. "Look, Ino," she started, "My relationship with my husband isn't what it seems like," she said, knowing that the blonde deserved her to be sincere with her – after having accepted her as their friend so quickly, they all did. "One day, I'll tell you about it." But not right now.

"Okaaay," she replied, sounding a bit skeptical at her vague words. "Anyway, let's forget about your husband and talk about more important things." The pink-haired woman really didn't know how to thank God enough for shifting Ino's focus to other things. "We'll meet up at 8. Do you want me to come and get you?"

"Um, no thanks. I think I'll take my car," she said, nodding in accordance to her own plan.

"Yeah, but if you plan on getting drunk, that's not a very good option," the blonde pointed out.

Sakura laughed lightly. "That coming from the person that will surely get drunk," she replied, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Whatever," was her only answer and, surprisingly enough, Sakura could actually imagine her rolling her eyes. And to think she'd only known her for a few hours. "I think you should get a cab – actually, I think we should all get a cab," she corrected, causing the pinkette to laugh again.

~•~

She was laughing.

That was the only thing Sasuke became aware of as he passed by her room. He'd never heard her laugh before. Okay, maybe he had, but not like this. What he'd heard up until now were short, sarcastic laughs or fake, sad ones; what he was hearing right now was a genuine one, filled with amusement and…was that happiness? It could be. He couldn't know for sure, though, so he didn't want to make assumptions.

It occurred to him that it was because he'd never actually seen her happy before – when he'd first met her, she seemed pretty sad with what her father was forcing her to do, and…well, I think there's no need to tell you that she'd never been happy after they got married. In that regard, she was right – and he could even admit it openly. He'd never acted like a husband should: he'd never made her happy. Not that he cared very much, but…well, he'd just realized that she was in all her rights to repeat – again, and again, and again – what she'd said the night before. That was all. And it certainly didn't mean that he cared.

To be honest, he didn't actually understand why she felt the need to make a scene the night before; he'd never been a person that would show his affection openly, so that would have been a problem even if he did love – err, like her. Which he didn't. And which took us to the reason why she shouldn't have told him all those things the night before. He didn't like her and he'd made that clear from the very beginning; Sasuke truly couldn't understand why she had tried to make it work, or why she kept waiting – or, better yet, had been waiting all this time for that to change.

Could it be that…she felt something for him? It could…no, it couldn't. Definitely, she couldn't feel anything for him – she never did, and she probably never would (after how treated her, it was downright impossible for him to wake up anything else than hate in her). The only reason for which she had tried to make it work was because she'd known she only had two options: act like a stubborn bitch and leave it to be only an arranged marriage, or try to make it work and, possibly, turn it into something more. He'd known that, too. The only difference between the two of them was the fact that he'd chosen the first option.

His decision had hurt her – if that hadn't been obvious until now, it certainly was now, after the speech she'd given him the night before. It hadn't been his intention to hurt her, obviously; he'd simply done what he knew would work for him, without thinking about her thoughts and feelings. It was selfish, he knew, but it certainly didn't mean that he'd hurt her on purpose.

Anyhow, the past was the past, and it certainly was unchangeable. That didn't mean that her speech hadn't unsettled him, though. It had – not only because she had actually cried, but also because of those two specific words and the ring she had placed into his hand.

The wedding ring, he could understand – after all, he'd never worn his own, so she wasn't obligated to do so, either; he didn't understand why she chose to give it to him, but he doubted that that was such an important detail. But those words? "It's over." What did that mean? She couldn't divorce him – he truly hoped that she was aware of that – and it wasn't like there was something going on between the two of them, so they couldn't possibly refer to their relationship.

Maybe they referred to her behavior? It could be, for she had said that she was tired of acting like she was married when, in fact, that was just a façade. And it was okay – he could understand that, too.

…But he really hoped that, by that, she didn't mean what he thought she did.

A few moments later, however, it was obvious that, yes, she did.

"Um, no thanks. I think I'll take my car," she said, and it didn't take long for him to realize that she was probably talking with somebody on the phone. She laughed lightly a few moments later at something the person on the other line said, then spoke again: "That coming from the person that will surely get drunk." A long pause followed and then he heard her laugh again. Seriously, was this person a clown? A buffoon? A huge idiot? Really, he couldn't see how else he/she managed to amuse her to that extent. "Yeah, that's probably the best option." Damn it, even when she talked, he could hear the smile in her voice. "So, I'll see you at eight?" See who at eight? "Okay. Bye!"

Was it just him, or did Sakura have a date tonight? Was that what she meant when she's said that it was over? Since she had given him her wedding ring, Sasuke had to admit that it was pretty much possible, but… Seriously, was that it? "It's over" meant that she was going to go on with her life without giving a damn about the fact that she was married? Well, if that was it, then it was stupid – she was stupid. I mean, sure, she had proved to care more about this marriage than him, but that didn't mean she'd been a saint. It didn't mean that she hadn't cheated on him before – that coat she was wrapped up into only a few days before was enough proof.

So she'd probably had dates before the scene from last night. Which meant that she needn't have told him all those things. Unless she had felt the need to do so, in order to subtly let him know that she'd be cheating on him from now on. (Why she wanted him to know, he had no idea.)

Hn. Even so, she'd better not have a date. Like, really. For her own good, she'd better not have one.


A/N: Long chapter. Again. Really, I never thought I'd be able to update so soon and with a gigantic chapter, nonetheless. It's like...kind of weird. But weird in a good way, duh.

I know what I said in the last chapter's A/N I said that, in this chapter, Sakura will have fun and meet Naruto. As you can probably see, she didn't. Why? Well, I initially planned on having her doing so, but when I began writing, I realized that I wouldn't get to do so, cause if I did, the chapter would be twice its normal size. So I decided to keep those scenes for the next chapter (where's the hurry, anyway?).

So, yeah, you already know what will happen in the next chapter.
More drama coming soon. (That's a warning, yes.)

Anyway, I truly think I deserve you to leave me a review... Got the hint? No? Well... 1 review = 1 cookie. What about now? You did, didn't you? Review, you cookie-eaters! XD