A/N: New chapter! And there should be more this weekend, but I can't promise anything. Plus, this is almost over anyway. I don't even want it to end, I quite like this story! :D

Review Replies;

Saki Haruno-7 – I had literally just uploaded the new chapter, and went onto my e-mail and you had reviewed for the previous chapter xD I was like "Oh damn!" haha, so I'm sorry about that. Well everyone is a Killer at some point, right? This Killer just happens to be more active than other. Haha, Kiba is on a lot of pain medication! Trust me! And thanks, I liked writing it. You make me blush saying I'm awesome! :D haha, and I say "awesome" all the time… :D it's a bad habit of mine, I apologize as well. I think of Detective Naruto, with the very heavy beige coat and smart brown hat, looking for a criminal who stole some ramen or something :D haha

Lazy Gaga – Grrreat.

holydemon90 – It could be, who knows (: I DO :D haha thanks for the review deary.

Roku-and-Saku – Cute story! Kiba + drugs = funny things happening :D And the Killer is always there, you just have to look out for it. :D

Chapter Ten – Modesty & I Can't Take It

The screen flickered on and off. The image was already sketchy, and the constant flicker made it worse. When it froze, she slapped the side of the small TV screen again, almost tearing her hair out. This was infuriatingly and maddeningly broken. Her eyes lit up when the screen fixed itself, and the image of six people on a stage popped up.

"Thank you Kami," she murmured.

Meet Narita Kazue. Never heard of her? Most haven't.

She sang along with the song so quietly it was barely a whisper. But this was not some kind of talent show. Narita Kazue had been part of a band that was called Narita. It had been very famous. Until of course they broke up, and people began to forget about it. It got to a point where if you asked if someone knew who "Narita" was, they'd ask if that was some kind of drink. She had founded it, so she thought it should be named after her.

Kazue is modest, eh? Sarcasm.

When she was fifteen, she decided to sing. She grouped some unwilling friends together, which was made up of six people. Six, for each letter in her last name. Modesty was not her strong point. Everyone knew Kazue loved herself. She would never admit it though. Even if it was hard to deny it when her bedroom was covered in posters of the Narita band, with her at the very front. Always.

The screen just went completely blank. Before it did that, Kazue had been bouncing around on the screen and singing, "Love! Love! Why not share some looooooove?"

I can think of a-couple reasons.

"Oh dammit! Why won't you work!"

"Hello Kazue."

She jumped and spun around. "W-Who are you?"

"Never mind that. Count yourself lucky. You, happen to be the first victim I've ever had a full blown conversation with. All the others got one or two sentences at the very best."

"V-Victim?" she stuttered, gripping the floor she sat on, pushing herself against it to get away. Only to bump into the small TV behind her and ending up pinned by a Killer.

"That's right," they chuckled. "Victim. Say, Kazue, ever heard of a thing called modesty?"

Hirokashi Kara – a shopkeeper. Arakaki Youta – a producer, and finally Kochi Shun – a simple receptionist. All killed in a week. Seven days. Whatever. The Killer was speeding up, and Uzumaki Naruto was slowing down. A brunette boy named Kiba lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I fink…that we should buy a goat to lure the Kwiller out."

"Kiba. Just shut up. You have no idea what you're saying."

"What I'm saying is Akamaru needs…wait, wait. That's not even my own language. Kibarian. That should be my language. I shall invent it!" Kiba fell off the bed, muttering random words that didn't even make sense.

Poor, poor Kiba. His sister visits him, and he should be out of here within the week. His ankle isn't much better though...

That's if the vision I had doesn't come true.

What? W-What vision? He doesn't die! He can't die!

Hey, I'm the one making decisions here Puppet. Well in my vision a trainee nurse adds way too many drugs to Kiba's system. It overloads and…well, bye bye Kiba and his new 'language'. Oh don't worry; I'm sure he'll be too drugged up to notice. Did you forget that I told you my visions don't always come true? It depends on what a person does or says. That can change it.

You're lying.

Try me.

Naruto sighed loudly, his eyes drifting towards the now drooling Kiba.

"This is gonna be a long night…."

"Hey Hinata."

No answer.

"Hinata?"

No answer.

"HINATA!"

Hyuuga Hinata jumped, and looked up at the blonde. She nervously twiddled her thumb and blushed deeply.

"Hi Ino."

Ino noticed her friends were picking up on their old habits. Sakura had gotten way more violent towards Naruto and some others who she dared to speak against, Hinata would blush and twiddle her thumbs more, Kakashi was later than ever and Shikamaru slept more. She sighed as loudly as Naruto had at the exact same time on the other side of town.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes. I'm just so tired. I'm sick of seeing victims everywhere I go, you know?"

"I hear ya!" Ino exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and flopping into the seat beside her, running her hands through her hair. "Those pictures they gave us are getting to me big time..."

"Ino…who do you think the Killer is?" Hinata asked, biting his lip.

"I'm not sure. It's so…creepy. He's getting stronger and faster…while we sit around unsure of what to do."

Ino stop, I'm blushing. You flatter me.

Stop it. Shut up. I'm busy with something, I don't wanna hear other people's thoughts and conversations as much as you do?

Well don't you wanna know what people are thinking? "Who's the Killer?" is what everyone is asking.

"I know what you mean," Hinata murmured.

"Nara Shikamaru."

Like Hyuuga Hinata, Shikamaru didn't answer the first time. Or second. Or third. The Penguin-type mask the ANBU man wore felt itchy, he noticed. Stupid mask. And this lazy kid he had to fetch was asleep on a hill! What a job….He needs to get paid more for this.

"NARA!"

Shikamaru cracked an eye open. "Hm?"

The man sweat-dropped, "You were awake the whole time?"

"What do you want?"

"We found out who owns the hair. You're not gonna believe this."

Nara Shikamaru was on his feet so fast even the trained ninja in front of him didn't believe it. What a lazy little piece of…

Snap. They caught us, would you believe that?

No…they can't…we-…I, what do I do?

Wait it out. Prove yourself innocent.

I…I can't do that…I'm not innocent.

You're sure as Hell have to try.

"Who is it?"

"It's…"