I'm so sorry I haven't posted regularly! I am so very sorry…won't you please forgive me? I truly am sorry…thanks for the reviews everyone by the way.

Disclaimer: I do not nor have I or will I ever own Naruto, and I'm almost sure that none of you do either.

Recap: "There's just one thing that I don't understand," I said. "Why would you try to ruin the one good thing that ever happened to me? Why would you try to take away my friends? My boyfriend? The only things that made me happy?"

Tiffany looked at me. And opened her mouth-

"Don't you see?" she demanded. "I was the one that gave you them. I brought them here. I brought them to you!"

"What…what do you mean?"

"If I hadn't taken your spell-cast rings then the Akatsuki wouldn't be here. I knew that you loved them. I knew. So I thought that if I somehow found a way to bring them here, then you and I would get along better. So I went into your room and took your Akatsuki rings. I thought that I was obvious taking them. I knew that you would notice if I took the rings of your favorite characters. I left so many clues that it was me."

"Wait…you what?"

"In taking the rings, I brought the Akatsuki into your house. Into your life. I thought that you knew that I had taken them, so when I came over for dinner; I was expecting you to be happy. I was expecting a thank you, at least. Which is why you can probably understand how I felt when you kept giving me the cold shoulder."

"No…wait. But I didn't even realize that the rings had anything to do with the Akatsuki members until dinner."

"Which would explain it…" Tiffany sighed. "But I was so mad that you wouldn't acknowledge me, that you wouldn't thank me. I left a while after you stormed out to leave with Deidara. I stood waiting behind a bush, watching and waiting. Waiting for you to come. So I could tell you."

"You were mad…that's why…oh, that's why you…I…I think I understand now, why you threatened me. And I'm sorry, Tiffany," I said. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I was always under the impression that you tried to make my life miserable."

"I never tried to hurt you, only this one time, but…"

"It's fine, Tiffany. I was the bitch here," I told her. "I see that now. I never gave you a chance. You were always better than me, so I decided to ignore you. I was a complete bitch, and I understand why you were about to do what you were going to do."

"All I ever wanted was for you to love me, to accept me," Tiffany started to cry. "You know that, right? You know that I only wanted you to be happy and be my friend?"

"Well, now we can be friends," I smiled, walking towards her. "Because we understand each other now. You know…" I broke off laughing. "I was always, sort of jealous of your hair."

Tiffany laughed backed with me. "My…haha…my hair?"

"Yeah, it was always so…I dunno perfect. It's so…beautiful…"

"You have the same exact hair type as me, though," she laughed.

"I don't know. I think it's because yours is blond. That's what makes yours look so much better than mine…"

I was standing in front of her now. "Kalika…" she didn't know what to say, and, to tell you the truth, neither did I.

But apparently I didn't have to say anything, though, because she hugged me. I froze under the sudden bodily contact. I don't really do the hugging thing, but I hugged her back. Just this once. Because she was my sister and I finally get her.

"Aw, how sweet," a sneering, monotonous, voice said from the opening of the ally.

I broke the hug, spinning around, pushing Tiffany behind me, all in one swift movement. I faced the new voice. "Y-you…?"

"Yes, me. Who did you think it was?" the mystery person sneered.

"But…what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I've been here. Watching you two and I am quite surprised at you Tiffany."

"Tiffany?" I asked, turning towards my sister. "What is he talking about?"

"You don't understand. I didn't know what it was at first, because it was just a voice inside of my head. So I listened to it, and he made me, Kalika. I didn't choose to do it. It was him!"

"So, you really didn't tell her while you were confessing to each other? How pitiful," the man said. "Kalika, your sister betrayed you. While she was searching for a way to get you to love her, I was using her."

"Wait, you made Tiffany take the rings?"

"Yes."

"Why? What did you have to gain?"

"You see, while she was winning you over, I was plotting how to destroy them-"

"Who, them? Who were you planning to destroy?"

"…"

"Who?" I demanded.

"That is none of your concern."

"If you were going to use the rings to destroy someone then that means that you were planning on destroying one of your fellow Akatsuki members, isn't that right…" I inferred. "Sasori?"

(Author's Interjection: What the FUCK? I did not see that coming…)

"You guessed it," Sasori smiled, coming out of the shadows, my flame's light illuminating his handsome features.

"Wait…then who were you specifically trying to destroy?"

"All of them. Especially the brat. I'm sick of them. All of them. They don't understand true art. And for that, they will pay."

"Being a little dramatic there, Sasori?"

"Don't take that superior tone with me! You're another one! You don't understand art! And you never will!"

"Sasori…YOU'RE CRAZY! I can't believe I found you undeniably sexy…not as sexy as Deidara of course, but…"

"Um…Kalika, maybe you should focus on the problem at hand…" Tiffany whimpered.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Sasori, you're fucking crazy! There's no…you can't…they're your team!"

"They're orders-"

"From who?"

"No one that would concern you."

"Sasori," I growled. "A respectable man, who may or may not be real at this point in time, once told his students that those who disobey orders are scum, but those who turn their backs on their comrades are even worse than scum. Sasori are you worse than scum?"

"I am art!" he said. "I don't need comrades. I am eternal. Art!"

"Yeah, you're so eternal! That's why Sakura Haruno and an old lady—your grandmother—killed you!"

"I am ETERNAL! And I am SICK of this blabber! Let's end this," the redhead growled.

"Yeah, yeah, alright. I get it; you're—Wait, what? End this? End this how what do you mean? Sasori, what are you-" I screamed.

Sasori pulled out a kunai and dashed towards my sister, stabbing her effectively in the stomach. He pushed it in further and blood gushed out of her mouth.

"Tiffany!" I shrieked.

She looked at me, trying to talk, but all that came out was a loud gurgling noise and more blood. Sasori pulled out the weapon, wiping the blood off on his cloak.

"How could you?" I cried. "Why would you kill my sister-"

"'To keep them safe, you use your blood brought out by your Blessed Promise and keep within arm's reach. To keep them gone, use the Blood of the Dead begotten from that same Promise,'" Sasori quoted my sister word for word. "Can't you understand that I have nothing against your sister? She just happened to be the one who bears the rings. She must die for them to die."

"Are you stupid?" I shouted. I barely noticed the tears streaming down my face. "Your ring is on her too!"

"But I am eternal! I cannot die!"

"No! I made the ring to bring you back after you did die, you moron! Now, you're all gone…And you took my sister," I growled, feeling the anger rising in me. The flames in my hand flickered a moment before turning a sinister black color. I could feel my eyes changing from their usual sapphire blue to the piercing red. I knew what to do.

I wasn't named after Kali Ma for nothing, after all.

I ran towards him fast enough to look as though I were teleporting. I turned him around to face me by his shoulder, my face contorted in rage. I looked him in his soulless eyes. "Die."

And he did. He fell to the ground, limp.

I smirked. "That's for my sister, retard." Speaking of which, is she okay? "Tiffany," I said, gently, kneeling by her body. Her breathing was labored, but the blood had stopped coming out of her mouth. I couldn't say the same for her stomach though.

She looked at me, smiling. "Tiffany, I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. If I had just tried to get along with you then this would have never happened. I'm sorry…"

Tiffany shook her head. "Kika," she croaked out. "I'm sorry…not you. I ruined it…again. The best things…that ever happened to you…they're…gone…because of me…" she began coughing uncontrollably.

"Tiffany…" I started to cry again. My sister…she's…

She's not breathing. "Oh my god," I cried. "No, no, no, no…" I started pushing on her chest. "Breathe, dammit. Please. You have to live. I need to know you! PLEASE!" I yelled at the sky. "Tiffany…"

It started raining. How fitting. The rain drops mixed with my tears. Pure water mixing with the tainted-red bloody tears that I cry. I lost everyone. Everyone I ever cared about so deeply. They're gone. And I'm always left to tell the tale.

I'm always the one left to mourn. And I do. Because it's always my fault. Now my sister's dead. My newest friends are dead. It happened before, but there's one difference.

This time I can't bring them back.

This time, they'll stay dead.

This time, I can't change what happened.

I laid down with my head on my sisters now still chest. "Tiffany, I'm sorry…" I murmured over and over, lulling myself into a deep dark abyss.

Hopefully this time I won't wake up…

Wow! That chapter took a lot out of me! It's not even that long either! So much emotion! I hope I didn't rush anything. I'm not sure how I felt about this chapter, but… I hoped you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think! I need the inspiration!

Yours psychotically,

Vee