A/N: Chello! Here's another chapter for you! Hope you like it! Sorry, it's a little…or A LOT later then I planned it to come out, but I got this puppy, you see, and I'm not allowed to leave it alone…so I have little time to do even necessary things like bathe, sleep, and eat (that's a little bit of a white lie, but it's sometimes true!) Well…ENJOY!

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Chapter 8: Allies

Sasuke lay on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. He thought he had heard Sakura call him just a moment ago, but he chose not to answer. She was probably just going to tell him she was going to the market, or to go train her students—nothing important. The pinkette would probably just bust into the guest room, screaming at him about listening to her every once and a while, and then proceed to slam the door and leave the house. It had been a couple of weeks since his useless date with that one girl…what was her name again? Anyways, Sakura had begun to leave him alone at home from time to time now. She said that she's just had enough of having to watch his ass every waking moment of the day, but he knew the girl had begun to trust him more.

Sasuke frowned remembering what the girl had talked to him about those weeks ago. How did she find out that much information, anyway? How did she find that place? No one was supposed to know of that place, not even him. He would have understood if she had been sent to the main temple of the Nakano Shrine. It was another place where the Uchiha had very private meetings. But that place was…

He tried to shake it out of his head, but Sakura's words were still fresh in his mind…

"Sasuke, how would you say your eyesight is—20/20?" questioned the girl after a long silence. It had been an easy, peaceful silence, and the Uchiha had been enjoying it.

"Not exactly," he answered truthfully. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Where was she going with this?

She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "It's different from before you killed Itachi. Sometimes things seem blurry." Sasuke's eyes narrowed. It was like she loved finding his weaknesses. "You've used the Mangekyou before, haven't you?" He did not answer and she looked at him through hard, teal eyes.

"A couple times."

Sakura sighed, shaking her head. "Why didn't you tell me that? That changes everything…"

Sasuke stared at the girl's face for a little while. She was biting her lip and she looked to be thinking very hard. He looked forward. "Once you gain the Mangekyou, it is automatically activated. That was the one time I ever had it on for a long period of time. That and sometimes it used to activate itself."

Sakura looked to the side. "The sharingan is a powerful but modest blood-line trait. If you were to never go blind, by having the Mangekyou, you would be nearly invincible." She looked at him again. "In other words, the reason you gradually go blind is so that the sharingan isn't too powerful." Sasuke's eyes widened for a millisecond. "Anyone could obtain power and perfection too easily if this wasn't the case. This comes and has come with the blood-line trait of every sharingan." Sakura sighed. "That would mean that there is no absolute cure other than taking the eyes of a brother…Am I correct?" inquired the girl smoothly. Sasuke nodded, and the girl frowned, annoyed. "Then why would you use it—especially if you are the last Uchiha left?"

Sasuke looked at the girl blankly. "I won't be for long."

Sakura glared at him, her lips thinning once she realized where he was going with this and then she sighed looking away. "Talking to you about this is useless and frustrating…" she murmured soflty, but angrily. "All I want to say is finding something to slow the process, stop, or find a cure for the pain will take a longer time than I so planned," she explained dryly.

"Hn."

--

He didn't understand how this girl expected to do anything about his sharingan. It would happen to anyone who had the Mangekyou and would eventually happen to him. It was life.

"Sasuke!" A flurry of pink busted into his room with a scowl on her face. "Don't you hear me calling you?! What the hell is your problem?!"

"Hn," he groaned sitting up and leaving his reverie. He looked at the girl.

She put her hands on her hips. "Tenten is here for you," she said and then pointed out the door. "I'm going to the hospital for a few hours and then to the training grounds. I'll be back later."

Sasuke stood up and walked out after the girl, silently. Upon entering the room, Tenten smiled at Sasuke, waving at him and the boy couldn't help but give the helpful girl a look of approval and a small upturn of his lip.

Sakura put her hands on her hips and frowned at Tenten, looking away stubbornly. The weapon's mistress, finally seeing the look of disapproval in her friend's turquoise eyes, shrugged at the Haruno and said, "What?!"

Sakura spared her friend a small glare. "How long have I been your friend, Tenten, and you came over to see him?" She had spat the word "him" like it was poison to her tongue and the Uchiha glowered at her.

Tenten pouted playfully. "Oh, Saku-baby, you know I love you more than life," she said sweetly and then lounged back on the couch. "But, Sasuke needs friends too, huh?" Sasuke felt something flutter in his stomach at Tenten's words. It was the same feeling that he had once had when his mother would say something kind to him.

Sakura glared at him for awhile. "No," she decided, looking back at Tenten. "Besides, he doesn't want friends," said the pinkette defiantly.

Tenten shook her head at the girl. "You don't know that," she fought.

Sakura crossed her arms and looked to the side. "I do…" she mumbled quietly, mostly to herself. Nobody said anything to that. After a few seconds, the medic looked up and sighed, grabbing her keys off the counter with a smirk the older ninja's way. "I'm telling Neji about this little 'friendship'," she taunted playfully as she headed to the door.

The brunette watched Sakura open the door. "He already knows." She smiled proudly.

"He's angry." It sounded like a question, but she knew Sakura was sure about what she had said.

Tenten waved the thought of her angry husband off. "He's always had a stick up his ass, anyway."

The pinkette laughed. "Shoving it up even further will not help the matter. I'll see you two later." She gave them one more warning look. "Behave." She had enunciated the word so sternly, before walking out the door.

Tenten stuck a tongue the pinkette's way and then smiled at the Uchiha, ushering him to come over and sit next to her on the couch. Sasuke closed his eyes and walked over to the couch, plopping himself on it with a sigh, arms crossed.

There was a good, long time of silence before the kunoichi spoke up. "The Konoe clan is having a dinner tonight." Tenten grinned deviously.

Sasuke shrugged. "So."

Tenten looked at him expectantly. "So…" she pursued. The Uchiha was not catching on; he only stared at her blankly. "So the Fukushima are on the top of the guest list, especially the head family."

Sasuke looked at Tenten for awhile, trying to detect what the girl was getting at and then sighed. "Hn," he grunted. "Good for them." Maybe she'd catch his hint and just explain what the hell she was talking about.

She rolled her eyes. "Sas-uke!" whined the girl in an exasperated voice. "That means that Sakura will be going as Tadashi's date—" Sasuke frowned at this. "—And Masami and Masaru will be there too—" Sasuke's frown only deepened. "And even though Masami is already against you, Masaru hasn't picked a side yet," finished the girl, her cunning face back in place.

Sasuke looked at the girl long and hard—he did it so much now she was used to it. Not to mention, she got the same look from Neji all the time. Tenten only smiled victoriously, awaiting the praise she deserved for such a sneaky and bright plan. Time passed as he continued to stare at her, but she continued to smile that 100 watt grin; she could wait for something she wanted so badly.

Finally, "You expected me to understand your whole plan from your sly, little looks?"

Tenten's smile faded and she gawked at the boy. That was not something she had been expecting to hear come from the boy's mouth. "Well," she huffed. "I thought you were said to be a genius," she said, closing her eyes and crossing her arms.

He sighed and said nothing. With stubborn people like Tenten, you just had to let some things go. He smirked at the angry girl and that reassured her enough to take the rebellious look off her face.

She smirked. "Would you like for me to continue, or do you have any more rude comments?"

His smirk did not fade and he crossed his arms, showing that he would not make anymore interruptions if she so pleased.

Tenten smiled happily. "Well, you pretty much catch the gist of the whole thing, but just to further explain, my plan is to turn Masaru-kun, Masami's twin brother, to your side of this whole thing. Without being too forward, you will have to persuade Masaru into liking Sakura with you, more than he does with his own brother." Sasuke frowned. How was that possible? Unless Masaru had the same feelings towards his brother that the young Uchiha did towards his own after Itachi killed their clan, there was no way.

Tenten paused, seeing the doubt on Sasuke's face. "It seems impossible, Sasuke, but the way you act—you're a born leader. He, and everyone else for that matter, can't help but follow the things you say." Her gaze was sincere when she said that. "Besides, Masaru-kun is indifferent towards the relationship. He's not totally one-sided like his sister, and can easily be pushed to your side," she explained calmly. "You'll probably want to get him alone. I'll help too. I'll try and get you two away from Sakura, Masami, the people that want to talk to him about marriage, your dates, and etcetera."

Sasuke rose an eyebrow. He was now confused about a number of things, but he would first start with… "Date?"

Tenten looked at him wide-eyed before chuckling. "Well, yeah…These things are very important. Image is everything." Sasuke stared at her, once again, waiting for her to get to the point. "You are required to have a date, Sasuke." The sharingan-wielder sighed. There wasn't a problem in getting a date—I mean, he was Uchiha Sasuke, for heaven's sake; it would be easy. The problem lied in someone other than Sakura actually thinking there were feelings between them. It would be annoying to deal with, and he was not looking forward to it.

"You and Neji both are from very, veryprestigious clans that never had a need to marry off their people, but you must understand that this is way of life for other clan's," explicated the weapon's mistress solemnly. "They used to use it as a way to make treaties with the other shinobi countries, but few risk it with the war going on."

Sasuke gazed at her awkwardly. "Shouldn't it be the other way around in order to ensure the alliances between the countries?" asked Sasuke.

Tenten shook her head. "Not quite. The alliance seems fine at first. The woman usually leaves and goes to where the man lives, and we're all happy. But, if something were to go wrong, we don't know what is happening to the woman we've sent off. This then causes hostility between both countries. The woman's country because they fear the life of their citizen, and the man's because they are angry that the other country doesn't trust them. The treaty is then broken."

Sasuke frowned slightly. That was absurd. "So, it's everyone against everyone?"

Tenten shook her head again and chuckled. "Not quite. We still have alliances with Suna and other small shinobi countries. Rain is with Cloud. The Sound village is said to be allied with the Mist, but Oto has fallen since Orochimaru's death, leaving Mist alone." Sasuke smirked at this. "Iwa has many alliances with the small shinobi countries, but they are mostly inactive in the war. They, and their allies, have wisely decided to not do much of anything." Tenten smiled, and leaned back into the sofa, giving Sasuke a playful look. "But I digress…"

Sasuke's smirk did not falter as he stood up from the sofa. "So, who am I supposed to be going with? I assume since you made such a fool-proof plan that you have thought of this, as well."

The chocolate-eyed kunoichi laughed sheepishly. "Well…I do know…someone..." She gave him a knowing look.

Sasuke shook his head, eyes emotionless. "No."

Tenten whimpered. "Sasuke, you don't even know who I'm going to say yet!" griped the girl.

"I do, and the answer is no."

Tenten stood up. She was taller than Sakura, so he didn't have to look down too far to see her pleading eyes. "Just go with her, Sasuke. Who else is going to want to go with you on such late notice?"

Sasuke smirked egotistically. "Did you really just ask me that question?"

The ANBU scowled at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes darkened dangerously. "You really are a self-righteous prick." She sighed, and her eyes softened a bit. "Just do what I say. Trust me, Sasuke."

The Uchiha stared at the girl impassively for awhile before sighing. "Alright." He began to walk towards the door. "I guess I should go find her."

"She already knows. You are to pick Kimiko up at 5:00." Sasuke paused in his tracks. "Your yukata is in Sakura's room." He could hear the cockiness in her voice; feel her smirk in her words.

He turned around. "You knew I would say yes."

She smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling. "Well, I was hoping," she said softly.

He gave her an amused look. "Whose side are you on again?"

She giggled. "Shut-up."

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The Konoe Clan's dinner was a way to get young, promising, rich ninja to meet one another, and enjoy one another's company, so that one day, the parents of said ninja would hopefully be hearing wedding bells. In other words, the whole thing was a set up. Tenten was right; image was everything, and if you were young, promising, and/or rich, and you didn't have a date on your arm, you had better bet these over-bearing parents would pounce.

With their hawk-eyes they watched every move you made, what kind of yukata you were wearing that night, the way that you spoke. You'd think this nightmare was only for that day, but only the ones new at this could not understand that it was a long-term deal. When your missions and receiving of money went up and up, they'd "surprise" you with silly visits, warm but fake smiles, and little dates with their (most likely reluctant) son or daughter, then "mysteriously" find a way out of your life when your missions and money seem to plummet.

The Konoe Clan, and many others, try and cover this seemingly vicious and rich person's game with "sweet" small talk, and beautiful, breathtaking locations. This time, the get together was in the Konoe's one acre garden, along with one of their porches. Sasuke refrained from calling the thing a dinner anymore because really, all they had were a few stiff-looking gentlemen walking around with a few (snacks) and champagne, and a long table on the porch with fancy cheeses and expensive sashimi.

As Sasuke walked around with the blabbering, blue-eyed brunette on his arm, he noticed two things about the situation at hand (one good, and one bad). The one good thing was that both Sakura and Masami were being talked to by various clan leaders. Masami, standing close enough to Hiroki that many knew of their betrothal, but far away enough that it was respectful for people their age (though, he could see their fingers twitching; they wanted so much to hold one another's hand), and Sakura, a bright smile on her face as Tadashi's arm was wrapped around her waist. Sasuke's grip immediately tightened around Kimiko's waist in anger, her rambling coming to a complete stop.

"Sasuke-kun, what's wrong?" questioned the girl meekly, for once in her life.

The Uchiha, finally noticing the tense and livid aura he was giving off, feigned calmness, and looked down at the girl. "Nothing is wrong," he answered composedly, before glaring back at the pinkette and her boyfriend. Sasuke missed the sad, blue eyes of the woman he was with and the way she followed his stare to the one he really loved.

The bad thing was that Masaru was also being either stalked by a bunch of little girls, or talked to by their middle-aged mothers. Though polite, Sasuke could see the utter distaste written all over his face. The ex-leaf-ninja sighed, it would be difficult to try to get him alone without at least some people noticing and being suspicious.

"Oi, Sasuke, Kimiko-san!" The boy jerked his head up to see the weapon's mistress walking hurriedly towards him, her ever-stoic spouse on her arm. Once she got to him, she seemed to be out of breath and overjoyed. "Hey, how are you two?"

"Fine," replied Sasuke.

Kimiko looked up at him to see he was finished speaking and then back at Tenten. "And you?" she asked. Sasuke stared down at the blue-eyed girl. Her attitude seemed to have changed over the course of only a few minutes.

She smiled. "Good, good!" Then she glared slightly at the silent Hyuga. "Neji, say hello!" So she didn't just nag him.

The cream-eyed Hyuga closed his eyes. "Uchiha, Hotaru-san," he greeted.

Tenten rolled her eyes, and then looked over towards the pink-haired medic. "Looks like Sakura is having a fun time," she joked with a giggle, before giving a side glance Sasuke's way. She then looked up at her husband. "What do you think they're talking about over there, Neji?"

"Marriage, of course," responded the Hyuga blandly. Sasuke's lips thinned into a straight line. "Tadashi might be with Sakura, but the various clans that want him to court their daughters don't stop until it's legally written on paper." Neji looked hard at the Uchiha. "But by the way that he's holding Sakura-san, I would say that he's not taking up any offers. What do you think, Uchiha?" inquired Neji. He knew something, it was just that obvious.

Sasuke gave an impassive, albeit annoyed, face. "Aa."

Tenten stared at the ex-Hebi-leader worriedly, before the other brunette woman spoke up. "I think the two of them together is beautiful. I wish the best for Sakura-san." Sasuke repressed the want to raise an eyebrow. That was the most serious thing he had ever heard come out of the girl's mouth. What the hell was up with her? This was definitely not the same Kimiko he had gone out with all those weeks ago.

Tenten's concerned gaze dropped to the ground. "I think we all do…" she whispered, almost inaudibly. Her eyelashes then fluttered for a moment, before she grinned up at the Hyuga. "Neji, could you please get me some champagne?" she asked happily.

Neji stared at her for a moment before nodding and walking away. Tenten then gave the girl on Sasuke's arm the same look. The blue-eyed girl smiled sadly, and then muttered something about making a trip to the ladies room, before walking off.

Tenten crossed her arms, and her fake smile left her countenance.

"She's different," spoke Sasuke.

The weapon's mistress sighed. "She's sobered up quite a bit. She's fallen for you, Sasuke." The Uchiha figured as much. "I'm afraid she won't stop at anything to be with you. She'll probably do anything you want her to now, subdue to all of your commands, even if they hurt her."

"Did you plan this?"

Tenten looked hurt. "No, of course not! Why would I plan to use this poor girl?" she gasped.

Sasuke was a little taken aback. Not at Tenten, but at his own question. Why would he assume something like that? Tenten was kind and friendly, not in the way that innocent and quiet Hinata was, but she was still good. He looked down. The usually stoic boy almost felt bad; he never wanted to hurt Tenten, the kindest person to him. "I…didn't mean for it…"

She smiled shyly. "You don't have to apologize. It's a perfectly sound assumption. I over-exaggerated." He smirked, almost feeling even worse than when he tried to apologize. "Listen, Masaru is bound to leave the conversation he's having with that lady at some point. When he does, I want you to discreetlyfind out where he's going and follow him. Don't worry about the others that might be suspicious; I'll take care of them," promised the girl. She smiled at him for awhile before her eyes widened at the young Fukushima boy. "Look, there he goes!" she said, pointing at the young red-haired boy who had just finished bowing respectfully at the woman he'd been talking to. "Go, I've got your back."

Sasuke bitterly looked at the boy as he began to walk off, silently calculating where the boy was heading as Tenten walked off to have a "friendly" chat with either Sakura or Masami. After eyeing him for awhile, he noticed the young Fukushima was heading towards the patio where the food was. Sighing, the onyx-haired boy loosened up; there would be no one wondering why he was there. Many people were heading towards it at all times throughout the party.

The Uchiha incomspicuosly began walking towards the food bar, nodding at familiar faces politely. Once he was there, he searched for the boy, before observing sly hazel eyes look around as the boy entered a hallway. Sasuke followed quickly, but emotionlessly, as to not draw attention.

The boy had entered a corridor where only a few people were. There were pictures and paintings of people (probably those of Konoe lineage) on the richly designed walls that the few people that were there glanced at before walking to the next a little ways down. Masaru was all the way at the end, staring at a picture intently, his face hard as stone. But as Sasuke got closer to the boy, he noticed his eyes were soft as he stared at the portrait. Upon closer inspection, the picture was of a beautiful young woman with long, curly, honey-colored locks, warm tan skin, and soaring azure eyes that danced even in the image.

"Your sister?"

The boy stiffened slightly out of surprise, but then his eyes narrowed into thin slits. He showed no signs of answering the question, so Sasuke, even though out of his element (he didn't like to speak much at all), continued on.

The Uchiha took a step nearer, so that he was practically standing next to the boy. "You look similar," he said coolly. He gave him an impassive sideways look. "I assume she had something to do with the Konoe if she's on this wall."

The red-haired boy plastered a calculating look on his face, but did not tear his eyes from the photo. "She was betrothed to one, but died a week before their wedding on a mission." Though he had mumbled the confession, his voice was still strong as he said it, and Sauske respected him for that.

It wasn't like the ex-Leaf-nin to apologize for much of anything, so he stayed quiet, and he was sure the Fukushima understood that. For awhile, silence reigned.

The young genin crossed his arms, and glared at the Uchiha. "I don't know why you're talking to me, but—"

"I love Sakura," declared the sharingan-wielder without emotion, cutting the boy off with ease.

Masaru, caught off guard by the profession, gawked for a little while at the older ninja with his eyes, before glaring again. "So what?"

Sasuke looked at the boy coldly, and then sighed. "Your brother is Sakura's boyfriend," he said, stating the obvious.

Masaru closed his hazel eyes, and his gaze wandered back to the photo. "I still don't understand what this has to do with me, Uchiha-san," he responded calmly.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I might be able to use your assistance in winning her over."

The younger boy was quiet for awhile before he glanced around the corridor, noticing how many extra people were around—too many people to be having this kind of conversation around, anyway. "Come with me," commanded the boy softly, as he began to walk all the way to the end of the passage way where a door was. Sasuke followed him into the room where there were a bunch of chairs and a long table in the middle of them.

Sasuke rose an obsidian eyebrow. "Where are we?" he inquired, looking around.

"It's a sound proof council room," replied the boy as he closed the door behind him, and sat comfortably in a chair. "Have a seat," he insisted. His eyebrows furrowed. "You said something about assistance…what would you need my assistance for?"

A troubled look entered the Uchiha's eyes, and he sat down across from the boy, clasping his hands over the table. "Keeping your sister off my back at the least…" he answered, and then smirked. "I know you don't really have a standing on whether your brother is with Sakura or not." The Fukushima boy nodded.

"I'll think about it. But what's in it for me?"

Sasuke's smirk did not falter. He knew that he had the boy now. "If your brother marries within the clan, won't your clan allow you to as well?"

Bronze eyes widened before thinning. "I don't care either way," he countered defiantly, but Sasuke could see right through his lies.

The look in the Uchiha's eyes became more sinister, and then he closed them. "It's obvious by how many times you've turned down betrothals or set-ups with other clans, Masaru. You can't hide that from me," said Sasuke sternly.

Masaru's teeth gritted. "What if he chooses not to marry within the clan, anyway?"

Sasuke shrugged. "What if he does?"

The hazel eyed boy's eyebrows furrowed and he grunted quietly. "Whatever," he grumbled. "I really don't give a shit, so why not?"

Sasuke smirked. The door creaked and Kimiko poked her head in. "Oh, Sasuke-kun." She let herself into the room. "Here you are. I've been looking all over for you!" The girl feigned surprise and excitement.

The Uchiha scoffed. His annoying date was a horrible actress. He knew she had been trying to listen in on the whole thing. He stood up with a sigh. "I would offer you a seat, Kimiko, if this conversation weren't done with." Walking over to the brunette, he wrapped and arm around his date's and nodded towards the Fukushima.

The young boy groaned something that sounded a lot like a "whatever", and the onyx-haired boy walked out of the room.

Things would go just as planned. There were already two and a half people on his side (the half being Tenten, of course—he still couldn't tell which side she was on). The boy, though he acted as if he didn't care, was on his side, and so was Kimiko, who he was practically able to manipulate by now. He gazed at the girl—she was so much different now. Her usually perky eyes were glazed over with what seemed like hurt, and her seemingly never-ending smile was gone. Her face almost seemed pale, and her eyes (now that he noticed) were a little puffy. She had been crying, obviously.

The feeling of her hold on him tightening was enough to knock him out of his reverie, and he stared at the girl. She was frowning at the ground, and frustration covered her face. She was shaking involuntarily and finally, when her manicured nails had sunk themselves deep into his yukata, she let go of him swiftly.

"Sasuke," she half-yelled. "I like you! I like you a lot," Sasuke stood unfazed; this was no news to him anyway. "And until you like me back, I don't intend on giving up, do you understand?!" She was breathing hard when she finished, and Sasuke saw the determination swimming through the pools of blue that were her eyes.

The boy raised an eyebrow, and then smirked at the girl, which made her raise her own. "Hn," he chuckled. "Then it's a deal. Don't stop liking me, until I like you back."

It took awhile, but soon the girl smiled widely. "Glad you understand," she huffed as she grabbed his arm, and he continued to walk.

Yes, having the girl like him was definitely to his benefit and he would gladly accept everything she had to give.

In the distance a girl and boy seemed to be running at him and Sasuke sighed condescendingly once he noticed the pink head. She seemed angry.

The pinkette growled on the way up to him, pulling the Fukushima behind her. "Where have you been, Sasuke? Off causing havoc, I suppose!" she scolded icily.

Tadashi laughed at his girlfriend antics, and then waved the Uchiha's way. Sasuke nodded courteously towards him and kept walking.

"Sasuke, as soon as you get that poor girl home, you had better come straight back to my apartment," warned the medic with unsympathetic eyes as she held tightly to Tadashi.

"Hn," groaned Sasuke. He looked at the brunette next to him, how she leaned into his touch, and closed her eyes in ecstasy. She held on as if she never wanted to let go, and groaned into his arm, before sniffing in his scent. He frowned, wanting that brown head to magically turn itno pink, but then smirked. His cherry blossom would be holding him like this soon. Tenten, you haven't failed me yet…

Step forward: Sasuke finally had an (helpful) ally; steps back: Kimiko was in love with him, and she wasn't going to let go so easily.


A/N: Er…so it was an okay chapter, and that might be pushing it…Well, that's what I thought of it. I would like to hear your opinions on it…erm…that's what you get when you force yourself to put something out a little too quickly, I guess…

Um...Kimiko's little confession...I'll admit I've been reading a littletoo much shojo manga lately...

Also, if you've noticed, I sometimes write Neji's clan name as "Hyuuga" and other times as "Hyuga"! Well, I've done a little research, and as you can see, I've decided to stick with "Hyuga"! Don't hesitate to remind me every once and awhile if you see me going back to my old ways…that goes for spelling errors and the like as well!

Review, plz! Luv u and laterz!

--SAYURI--