Yo everyone! I'm really sorry for my lateness but since I didn't get any reviews of some sorts, I kind of forgot the existence of the story... but don't worry, I have a lot of chapters ready!

So...

Warning: Hidan, Shayla, maybe some spoilers and an evil weasel...

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, Danzo wouldn't have existed.

Enjoy!

I stared at him, waiting for a reaction, but he just nodded.

"Yeah, I had doubts about that one, hm", he said.

"What? So you just… don't care?" I exclaimed. "I just told you that I killed someone and you don't give a fucking crap?"

"We killed thousands of people and you don't give a crap either", he replied. .If you knew all the people that are dead by my hands, I think you would throw up, yeah. One kill is no big deal."

I was a little taken aback by his response, and he lifted an eyebrow.

"What, you thought I would scream and stare at you like your some sort of monster, hm?" He mocked. "Please, I'm a friggin bomber terrorist. I've seen all sorts of monsters, and you're not one of them, yeah. You shouldn't feel guilty about him, I'm sure he deserved it."

"But that's the point!" I yelled.

I fall to my knees, staring at my hands.

"I don't feel guilty! He did deserve it! And I don't give a crap either! So what does that make me, hmm? I killed someone and I didn't feel anything! How is that normal!?"

"So what? You'd prefer to beat yourself all your life about him, crying about the fact that he was a human being and all that shit, hm?" Asked the blond criminal. "You don't feel anything, be glad. There are not a lot of people who are able to ignore it, yeah."

"But I feel so, so, horrible", I whispered, letting my head down.

"I know."

His voice lost its harsh tone, soften a little. And I couldn't stop myself from speaking any more.

"They were seven. They were older, stronger. And they hated my family. They didn't had a lot of money, were in drugs and everything. They tried to force me to give them money. At first, I refused. They harassed me day and night, trying to intimidate me. I finally snapped and told my parents. The boys didn't come back, one of them got sent in jail and the others flew somewhere. I didn't hear of them until last year", I told him.

I took deep breath, trying to force my sobs back in my throat.

"They came back. They were furious that one of them got sent in jail, and that they were force to stop the drugs because of me. They said it was my fault. When I was coming back from school, they trapped me in a basement. They wanted to use me as a hostage, one wanted to torture me. Others just wanted to kill me. I was terrified, but I warned them to not mess with my family or myself. Big words that I hoped would scare them away."

I chuckled darkly.

"How wrong I was! They just laughed at me, and continued their plans. Then, I heard one of them proposed to take Mia also. I… I didn't even think! I just snapped, and lost total control. They were strong, but didn't know how to fight like I did. I defended myself, five of them were severely injured. The last one tried to shoot me with his gun, but I took one that was lying on the floor and got him first."

I massaged my shoulder a little, remembering the intense pain that I felt when the bullet hit me.

"I wasn't thinking clear. I flew away, leaving behind me five wounded and a corpse. I went to the hospital, were I was treated. I told them everything, they fetch the others. Then, the police arrived. I retold everything that happened and, when I was finish, they told me that the guy was dead. It was self-defense, so I didn't go in jail. And all I could think when they announced his death was that at least, Mia was safe. I didn't care one bit about him, I didn't even knew his fucking name! I killed him and I felt nothing!"

My voice finally broke, and I realized that tears were sliding down my face. I wiped them away, annoyed.

Deidara seemed a little taken aback by my outburst, but nothing more. Tsk, I always forget that him and the guys are criminals. He sighed.

"I don't tell you to enjoy it, no one is", he assured, a hand on my shoulder. "But it was self-defense, yeah! It was you or he, and you did what you had to do to survive, nothing more, yeah. No matter what you say or do, no matter how many tears you shed or nightmares you give yourself, nothing will change: he's dead, and you can't do a shit about it, yeah."

I couldn't stop myself anymore, and my tears doubled.

"I'm not asking you to forget, just… to let go."

I suddenly realized that… he was right. Damn, who knew I needed the help from a fucking terrorist? It's kind of ironic, if you ask me.

I made a strangled noise between sobs and laughs, and Deidara smiled. Not his usual arrogant and annoying smirk, no, just a genuine smile. I wiped my tears away.

"Damn, way to go, Play Doh Freak. Now I'm crying", I mocked in a blurred voice.

His smile widened at that and he helped me back on my feet. I erased the last traces of my little… breakdown, and we headed back upstairs.

However, before we reached the first floor, I stopped him.

"Thanks, Deidara", I said. "For the bandages and… for listening."

"No problem, yeah! But don't come crying again, would ya? You look better without the tears."

"Moron", I smiled. "But, if you could keep this for yourself…"

"Keep what for myself? Did something happen?" He asked with a false concern.

My grin matched his and we entered in the living room –I know, we're always there, but hey! It's the only place were everyone can be without suffocating-. The others didn't stare. They knew something was off, but I was glad they didn't asked anything.

Konan came to me.

"How did the day went?" She asked, concerned. "Did you…"

"It was horrible, but nothing intolerable", I assured.

"Was it because of… it that you ran away sooner?"

"Kind of… but I'm okay, now. Deidara helped a lot, even though he doesn't know it himself", I smiled.

She also smiled, and we joined the rest on the couch for Tangled.

My second day of school was pretty much the same as the first. Bitches, idiots and fools, along with comments, insults and a lot of swearing, and way too much homeworks.

I came back home, excited about my first training in Taijutsu.

"He's waiting for you in the backyard", told Pein, surprisingly out of his office for once.

"Thanks, Pumpkin Head. See ya latter!"

I ran outside.

"Yo, Weasel Boy! Ready to be amaze by my awesomeness?" I asked when he appeared in front of me.

"We will not work on the moves for now", he announced seriously.

"What?" I exclaimed, crestfallen. "But I wanted to become a super-cool kickass ninja!"

"All in time, Shayla, all in time. For now, we will work on your speed and your stamina."

"Stamina?" I repeated, horrified. "But I don't have any!"

"Exactly why you will be working on it", he responded. "Now run around the backyard."

"How much laps?" I sighed.

"As many as it takes. Now less talking and more running."

"Yeah, yeah, Weasel-sensei", I grumbled.

And let me make one thing clear: I fucking hate laps.

I made a grand total of seven laps and half when I felt like stopping but I continued under the death glare of Itachi.

After fifteen laps, I was panting and sweating and I seriously needed some water.

At my twentieth-one lap, I wanted to just take my katana and slit my throat, but nooo! Mister with pretty eyes confiscated it when he saw me make a move for it. Stupid Weasel Boy.

At twenty-nine, I was dead on my feet, and I had to literally crawl on the ground to get inside. Once there, I drank at least four glasses of water, and Itachi joined me.

"Now that we know your limit, I want you to run twenty-nine laps at least once a day", he said. "When you will be able to make thirty without dying, we will pass at the next level. I will see you tomorrow, same time."

He disappeared before I completely process the information. I growled. I was going to chop his head off once I was fast enough to get to him. That is, if the laps doesn't kill me first.

So, that was the eleventh chapter. I really hope you enjoyed it and...

...:"Oi, a little review wouldn't kill anyone, ya know? I swear to Jashin if you don't post a comment to this chapter, I'll..."

Now, now, Shayla, be nice. Threats won't get you anywhere.

Shayla:"You sure about that? But I don't care, if you don't review this chapter, I'm gonna send the Weasel Boy to make you do laps until you die from exhaustment! MOUAHAHAHA!"

*Itachi's eye twitch slightly*

Geez, Shayla, let the poor man alone, would ya? You still have the rest of the story to harrass him.

Shayla:"Nan, it's payback for the laps."

Completly understandable. Anyway, don't abandon me! Pretty please with a cherry on top?