A/N: Yay! More updates! Well, to start off with, part of this chapter's idea is semi-belonging to one of my reviewers, Luna Lunak. Yay for her ideas and my writers block! ( too many '!'s in here). This chapter will be about the rest of Itachi and Kisame's stay in Alcatraz and Sasuke's…uh…well more of Sasuke's story (as to not spoil the fun). Again, this chapter will be long that's why it took me such a long time to update. So thankies for all those people who have stuck by my side!

Sry I haven't been able to update in a while. I didn't because I didn't want to disrupt the flow in this chapter. So this one might as well be close to 6,000 words!

AGAIN I COMAND YOU ALL TO READ "HITMAN" BY YAOIFAN01!!!!!!


ELEVEN

The system, Itachi had figured out, had run the same every, single, goddamn day. There was no light in the facility; the possible ways had been sealed, so all the inmates had to rely on was the routine. The morning was started when the Hounds woke from their eight hour sleep and came to take their place beside their masters. Then, a few minuets later, the guards went behind closed doors in which the Hounds guarded quietly. After a few more minuets, no more than 15, the guards came out with crumbs on the sides of their mouths. They had eaten. Next, the Hounds got their daily 'exercise' with, at the most, three people dead and they got fed. It must have been midday because the prison came to rest and the inmates were free to roam around, at the time, beatings and demon fights were given. The next part of the day NO ONE liked…cleaning. They did that for hours on end until dinner was served. And when dinner was complete, inmates were free to roam around once more and go to bed when the Hounds finally went back into their containers.

Itachi was not the only one who had figured this out, but they didn't watch closely as he was, the teen spent days on end watching closely from his cell, the Hounds leaving him alone for some odd reason. The Uchiha was smart as hell, and he found a hiding spot, when to go there, and how to get there all in his mind. He had planned it perfectly. After all, he had to observe the inmates as well. He knew their patterns. But no one, not even Kisame, knew of his ingenious plans.

It was morning, the guards were going away. He only had 13 minuets or so to wait. The Hounds walked all over the three floors, peering into the inmates' cells, snapping at them for fun. Itachi laughed a little when he heard one of the convicts screaming bloody murder. His only chance was when the guards and Hounds made the switch. But he had done this four times already, he had it perfected.

The sixteen-year old ran furiously to meet the 1:30 minuet time period, escaping his fellow peoples' glances. Damn I'm good. He thought aimlessly. Itachi ran through the old, broken jail cell and climbed on top of it, weaving himself into the many cracks and crevices of the back wall. He scaled a 12 foot wall until he reached the top. From that spot, he could see the entire prison that was being used.

The gun-master scoped out Anko, who was beating the hell out of a Hound. He had seen her beat the same dog over an over again, screaming a name of some sort. He had heard rumor that the Hound had helped kill her lover. Ah, revenge. Such a nice fuel that never runs out. Itachi thought with a smug 'smile'. He looked over to the Hound's owner and saw him in pain, lying on the ground as the Hound was doing. That's the fifth time I've seen them do that. Hmm….I think it's time for my next step. He thought, jumping down from the great height.

How the boy survived that fall, Kisame would never know. But at the velocity that Itachi was falling, he made it. The boy got up and attacked the dog. "What the hell is he doing?" Kisame muttered, getting out of the way of another Hound. The man observed Itachi's rash actions, helping it up. When it came to attack him, his partner ran! The boy actually ran for his life…or so it seemed. The Hound had its mouth side open to tear Itachi's head off! Only, when Itachi 'bumped' into a guard, in one swift motion, he half-stepped and the hellish dog tore the guard's head off.

'SNAP! SMACK!' went the head as it dove onto the cement. The Hound looked dazed all of a sudden. Its eyes got redder and the dog looked up to Itachi as if he was its mother. Itachi only gave a smirk and drew blood from himself, letting the Hound take a taste. The dog nuzzled Itachi's hand and looked back up to a guard that was running in their direction.

"YOU FUCKER, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" another guard came over to help his comrade, only to see his head on the ground. "YOU BITCH!" the man said, taking out a 'big gun in case of emergency' and shot it at the Hound. The half-breed fell instantly to the ground as the guard hacked at its flesh with a knife, hoping tearing its head off. "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE YOU DUMBSHIT!"

Itachi got a crazed look in his eye and looked down at the man that was crouched on the ground trying to pierce through the Hound's neck. He kicked the guy in the jugular and took cover of the Hound. "Try me." he said in a low voice, sprinkled with danger.

Three Hounds were sicked on Itachi, and all three of them had witnessed the death of their fellow comrade. But that thought alone could not keep them back from their masters' will. They were dogs, slaves, to the people who owned them. They had no right to say that the death of another Hound was taking it too far. The sixteen-year old smirked as he led the Hounds to their masters, who took off their heads exactly like the other one.

'SNAP! SMACK!' went the heads as they rolled onto the ground.

Again, the Hounds were broken from their trace and looked to Itachi like their mother. It was almost saddening to Anko as she watched Itachi pull a gun from the guards and shot the entire round in the back of their neck. Stupid pigs; they had circled around Itachi like as mob and forgot that he was smarter than that. True, some had gotten away, but that was ok. That was ok.

Anko watched the blood-lusted teenager stand in the middle of the bodies that circled around him, dog and human alike. "Damn Itachi." she breathed.

"Yeah, he's not like that all the time." Kisame said from behind the girl's ear.

"HOLY SHIT!" Anko screamed, jumping at least two feet in the air.

"Hi. I'm Kisame!" the man said, grinning like an idiot.

"That's…great." Anko looked at the strange sight in front of her. "…I'm Anko." the teen replied, holding out a hand. Kisame shook it gratefully and didn't even pay attention to Itachi falling onto the cement with blood pouring from his right eye and a dart in his back.

xxxx

Itachi fought as hard as he could, he was struggling to keep alive. The worst part…no one even noticed. The space he was fighting in was small. It wasn't good to be fighting seven Hounds with the walls surrounding Itachi be guards with guns and control. Hounds kept trying to throw their bodies on top of Itachi. He had to be careful about his positioning.

Those pigs only kept poking their machinery at him as the poor boy ran into them by accident, fighting only to kill and survive. As soon as the Hound sunk its teeth into Itachi's flesh they laughed hysterically as he could only ignore it. "C'mon Uchiha! Fight!"

A Hound dove in on Itachi while he was leaning to the right, dodging another Hound. The formal killer could not even scream as the hellish creature sunk its bottom canine tooth into his right eyes. The only thing he could feel was blood running down his dirty face. And he just stood there as even more Hounds took him down. They ripped his flesh even more and relished in his blood.

Like HELL I'm waiting here! The inner Itachi snarled, taking over his body.

And in a snap of a finger, Itachi turned murderous, beating every single dog off him until he could get up and fight.

xxxx

Sasuke jolted out of bed, the silver blade within his sweaty grasp. The prostitute fell out of bed and moaned pitifully as he crumbled on the ground, trying to force out tears had it not been for the fact that he had none left. He lay there on the floor for four seconds and got up. Sasuke hastily put on his clothes and ran out his bedroom door, running past the dining room and all the other bedrooms, down the stairs, across the entry room, past the other bedrooms, into the first floor kitchen, and out the side door, running for his life.

Damn these fucking nightmares! Why are they coming back?! I thought I banished them a long time ago! They're not supposed to come back. Not ever. Why am I feeling this? Was it something I did?! Did I trigger it?! What the hell is going on?! It seemed so real! Thoughts ran across the prostitute's mind like Orochimaru's hands over his body. Rough and fast.

Sasuke threw himself onto the tall grass, curling into a ball and non-tearing to himself. He lay there for several minuets under the moonlight. Silence.

It was the rustling that broke that silence.

"Who's there!? Show yourself!" Sasuke demanded, pulling out his blade to full length and getting into defense position.

"P-please don't hurt me. I'm not here to steal anything!" the scared voice said, creeping from the tall grass and onto Sasuke's imprint.

"You're a trespasser. You've stolen air." Sasuke narrowed his now cold eyes to meet the other boy's.

A heavy silence fell upon them. He was about Sasuke's age from what he could tell. The boy was dirty and covered in rags for clothes. The only thing that was clearly visible and brought the most attention was the small brand upon his forehead. The mark of an exile. A simple 'X' .The boy was trying to find an answer. "Sir-"

"Don't call me that." the raven-haired boy sighed, put away his weapon, and turned his face away. "I'm not one to be respecting. Sasuke."

"O-ok Sasuke-san. My name is Riska." the boy replied. "Just Riska. No formalities." he smiled unlike anyone else on the planet. It was warm and fuzzy like a sun-kissed puppy-dog. And it was the one thing Sasuke would remember…forever.

"Ok Riska. Then call me Sasuke." he pondered for a bit before adding, "Come with me"

Riska followed his newfound friend through the moonlight. "Why are you all the way out here?" he asked.

"Oh it's nothing. I just had a dream." Sasuke shrugged the truth off as if it was nothing. In reality, it was one of the few times he had ever told the truth. "Why are you here?" he threatened, covering up his little truth act.

"They…they chased me over here." his eyes moved to the ground. "They say they'd give me money if I worked for Orochimaru."

Sasuke scoffed, "And you believed them?"

"What else was I supposed to do?!" Riska shouted, balling his fists and standing his ground. "I'm an exile." he finished softly.

Sasuke's eyes portrayed hurt. "Uchiha…Itachi!" the boy snarled as blood dripped from his hair. He had finally found out a little more about his 'brother'...even though it was at the expense of nearly fifty exiles.

"Good work, Sasuke-kun." Orochimaru grinned. "I'm sorry." Sasuke whispered to himself.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence. The prostitute could only hear the footsteps of them both and the wind. Once they were inside, Sasuke knew he could pull this off. Everything was as it was before Sasuke had left. Not a knife out of place. He took Riska up to the top floor where no one went besides Orochimaru and Kabuto. It was forbidden and no one dared ask why. But there was a hallway that was unlit and unknown to everyone except Sasuke. "Sasuke, where are we?" Riska asked.

"This is where you'll be staying. I stole this a while back." Sasuke took out a small metal key from his pocket. "You should be safe." the raven-haired prostitute put the key into the door and listened to the silent 'click' and the turn of the handle. The wood didn't even so much as squeak as the two boys entered the room.

The room was big, black, and dark. One could tell that this room was not abandoned. Sasuke had been working on it for quite some time. It was only lit by a couple of candles. The bed was a four-poster that was still in tact. It was meant for Itachi.

"Thank you. I don't have anything to repay you but-" the boy began to take off his pants.

Sasuke cut Riska off with a hand motion. "No. Just stay up here until I come to you. Stay out of Orochimaru and Kabuto's sight and you will not be killed." No Riska…I'm paying you back. Sasuke bid Riska goodnight and closed the non-existent door, locking it with its only key. He put back the key and walked away from the crime scene as if nothing had happened. "Alcatraz" he murmured.

xxxx

Itachi groggily opened his eyes and observed his surroundings. There were three people there. One was on his left in a doctor's outfit and the two on his right was in normal clothes. Above him was a lone light fixture and below him was the ground. He was on a metal table. Dammit. Where the hell am I? He tried to move but he had been paralyzed. The former killer couldn't even move his fingers it was amazing that he could even open his eyelids.

"So you're awake, Uchiha." one male voice stated.

"F-fu…ck" Itachi managed "You"

"Tsk Tsk. We gave him new eyes and this is how he treats us?!" another one growled, raising a leg and kicking the inmate's stomach.

The hitman winced in pain. He was still weak from his fight with those damned Hounds. Itachi could feel blood running towards his mouth and coughing it up it landed on the side of his mouth. He spit it at the person who kicked him. The male raised his fist this time. "That's enough, Jim." the first one said.

"Yes Lieutenant." Jim wiped the blood from his face and put his hand at his side.

"Put him back in his cell. Doctor help too." The Lieutenant ordered.

They both gave a solute and dragged Itachi back down from the table. Once they were safely out of the Lieutenant's way, the two men were allowed to talk. "You're lucky, Lieutenant Bradley doesn't just let anyone live. At least, not without asking for the Captain's approval." he looked back down at Itachi, "Lousy piece of shit." he murmured. "Doctor, don't let anyone find out about this. If word gets out, you're responsible. You're the one who commissioned this anyways." he added. The doctor nodded and helped the other man throw Itachi back in his hell hole.

xxxx

Orochimaru stood in Sasuke's doorway. He was usually up by this hour; he was almost worried that his pet was useless for the day (sick). "Get up, Sasuke-kun." he ordered, softly.

"Or-o-chi-maru." Sasuke opened his eyes to see the snake man where he normally wasn't.

"C'mon. Get up. We're going shopping." he smirked and his eyes sparked with malicious-ness.

xxxx

The sixteen-year old awoke to the Hounds barking, running though the prison. But they would not dare touch his cell bars. Itachi found this odd. Here he was, weak and vulnerable, and the hellish dogs didn't even come near him. And this was besides the fact that he had gotten up late. The teen woke up everyday at the same time, no matter what had happened the other night or the sunlight. He did, after all, board up his windows. So why should that day be any different.

He tried to recollect his memories of the past day, only it didn't come to him as fast as all the others did. The last thing he could remember was loosing consciousness in a fight with the Hounds. He was loosing. Was this hell? Was he dead? No. It couldn't be. The floor still was as cold as ever.

But he was still weak. The pain didn't go away immediately when he hit the floor. Itachi winced in pain and got up slowly, first to his fours, then to his feet. The gun-master's eyes were shot open. They were tracking everything. Every detail, every color, every movement, as if they were in slow motion…perfectly. Like a Hound.

"Fuck" he whispered. What the hell happened last night?!

"Yo!" Kisame waved. "Where've you been?" he asked.

"That's what I want to know myself." Itachi said to his mind.

As Kisame came closer, his puzzled face became even more written with emotion. "Why the hell are your eyes red? Did you find alcohol?"

"No." Itachi was in a slight state of panic. He looked back up to Kisame. "They did something. I lost an eye in the fight…they…they replaced it." he thought for another second. "And replaced the other one as well……to make me their SCIENCE PROJECT! THOSE BASTERDS I'LL KILL THEM ALL!" Kisame wasn't taken aback, surprisingly. "They'll wish they'd never given these eyes to me." his words dripped with the mental blood that it so deserved.

"ITACHI!" Anko screamed, her leg had been caught by a Hound. "Help me!" she pleaded pitifully. "Please!"

"Dammit, those fucking females!" Itachi cursed, running over to help his aid that would pay him back later.

Within four minuets, the Hound was dead. "Itachi." Anko whispered, staring at the boy who was breathing heavily.

"FIRE!" a guard ordered. Another dart was impaled in his back.

Or so they thought. Itachi caught the dart with a back flip. It was a hell of a lot easier to do that without a leather trench coat and two shotguns attached to your back. "Like hell you are." he muttered murderously.

The guards called upon more Hounds to come an attack their murderer who killed on of their kind. Sure enough, the Hounds did their job with a few blows. Itachi was still weak, they took him down easily. Especially since he was already worn out from his last fight.

xxxx

Sasuke looked at the boy locked up in the cage. "Wasn't its name Neji?" he called over to Orochimaru, who was calculating his expenses and owes. He occasionally went to go write a name down on another piece of paper. He did that every month. And Itachi would be complaining that he had too little time to carry out the orders.

"Yes." Orochimaru mumbled from behind his stack of papers.

Sasuke kicked the cage for the fifth time in the row that day. "I think he needs to eat. He's going to die." Neji's hair covered almost his entire face. "He looks demented." he muttered. "Where are you going to put him?" Sasuke turned around to Orochimaru who was still deep in his paperwork. "Orochimaru."

"I want to break him first. Leave him there and go along. I'm sure you can find something to eat this time of day."

Sasuke scoffed at Neji and left the room, footsteps quiet and filled with jealousy. But as the doors of Orochimaru's room closed, Sasuke took off running, immediately occupying his mind with hunger instead of listening to the screams coming from Neji as Orochimaru pounded hell into the boy's body. "Why, if it isn't Sasuke-kun." Kabuto said as Sasuke entered the kitchen. The older man took his hand and cupped Sasuke's cheek.

"Kabuto-sama." Sasuke spat.

"Now, what would be the use of formalities if you're going to spit it back in my face?" Kabuto shoved Sasuke's porcelain face out of his hand. "I'm going to fuck you senseless later today, prince."

Prince?! Sasuke thought wildly. How dare he mock me! "Of course." he sneered. "But if you don't mind, I have to get food." The younger male moved past Kabuto and got the ingredients to make himself a sandwich. Once that had happened, he reached up in the cabinet and got a plate, bringing it down.

"I guess Orochimaru was right about you."

Sasuke stopped in his tracks, plate hovering over the floor.

"You've changed for the better now that we decided to send Itachi to Alcatraz."

The plate shattered on the floor. "Get. Out." Sasuke snarled animalisticly.

Kabuto smirked. "Hn." and left.

xxxx

"We can't just let him roam around! He's now more powerful than anyone in this entire prison. We can not allow for the inmates to figure out that and start to follow him!" Hachette (1) said, slamming his fist upon the table.

Bradley was still as calm as ever.

"Anko was that way too, Hachette." the other guardsmen, Lockstep said. "No one followed her."

"Yes but Anko was a girl and she isn't and Uchiha!" Hachette sneered across the table.

"I think, gentlemen." Bradley spoke smooth and rich. "That Uchiha needs to be punished nonetheless, because he has killed five of my men and three of my Hounds. If we let this go on any longer, he will keep killing until he gets the idea that he can do whatever he wants. We must stop that. We must break him."

Hachette and Lockstep gave a solute. "Sir!"

Itachi awoke for the second time that day. He found the area, or rather…arena quite familiar. The stench of full-fledged demons and blood reeked the airs. Fuck, that's the second time they've fucking put me to sleep. Itachi thought, groggily trying to stand to his feat. If only the chains we're keeping him on the ground. Dammit, what the hell is this?! The formal killer yanked on the chains but it was no good. "What the hell!?" the teen yelled, managing only to get on his fours.

"Oh so you're finally awake, Uchiha." Lieutenant Bradley walked behind him with professional footsteps and hands behind his back. "How do you like my little…gift?" he was amused at what vocabulary he had spit out.

"Stupid fools." Itachi muttered, half-paying attention.

"You took down my men and my dogs!" Bradley snapped, his words bouncing off the walls, making even the demons silent. "And for that…you will be broken." he was done talking to the inmate. Bradley turned toward the man in the shadows. "Bring them in and commence with his punishment." With that in Itachi's mind, the militia man left the arena.

"Itachi!" Anko screamed helplessly, plowing through the crowd.

"Get back, girl!" A guard pushed her back that was ushering the line. "Orders from Bradley, no one touches Uchiha!" Anko was pulled back into the stream of men.

"Dammit Itachi! Why did you have to listen to me?! I thought you were heartless! The one who killed his family at age 12! Why did you save me!?" The girl screamed, anger and hurt and sadness in her voice.

Yes, Itachi. Why did you save that worthless child? She isn't worth our time. The inner Itachi called back. But he couldn't blow his cover just yet. He had to wait until the time called for it. So he kept back in the depths of Itachi's mind, in his childhood, where he never went. Where the door was shut.

Once the prisoners were up on the second floor behind the rails, all of them were urging to get the beatings on. The lot of them were yelling and cheering, waiting for the guardsmen.

Then, he finally began his extremely boring speech. "You, Uchiha Itachi have been charged with the deaths of five fellow guards and five Hounds. By orders of Lieutenant Bradley, you will receive 36 lashes."

Itachi rolled his eyes, half-paying attention. Who does he think he is; an executioner?

The guardsmen rolled out the whip, the cheers and yelling from the crowds roared with more excitement. This was the whip that was used for moving demons. And poor Itachi was being ignorant.

The only thing on Itachi's mind was where the hell Kisame was. In fact, he hadn't seen him that entire time. But nonetheless, the cracker pulled back his arm, the whip heavy and slowed down. Itachi was on his fours when the leather of the thick, three inch leather came down upon his back.

The crowd screamed as the gun-master fell to the floor with a 'thud' and blood splashed a little from his mouth. Shit. I've got to get up. Itachi regained his strength and got back to his hands and knees, only to be confronted by another crack of the whip upon his flesh. Another cheer as Itachi went down again. Dammit! He cursed. He got back up, and this time he had stayed on his fours when the crack fell from the sky. Blood had started to run on the sides of his back. He wouldn't dare stay on the ground. He wouldn't be pushed over by some damn guard that thought that he was better than Itachi. If the sixteen-year old were to die from that whip, he would die with dignity and pride. He was an Uchiha. 'CRACK' Itachi was back down on the ground and again, he got up.

Tears started to form in Anko's eyes. It was the first time she had cried since Kai had died. She just couldn't bear to watch Itachi repeat the past that had long since happened. Every time he was sent to the ground, he got back up. 'CRACK' They're pride and ego to big and in the way of common sense. Didn't they know that every time they got back up, they lost more strength? Kai got 20 lashes for trying to protect her from a drunken guard. He had strangled that man to the near-death and 'CRACK' the guard was the one who gave Kai the beatings. All those scars. Every single whip…they would be imbedded within his pale flesh forever.

'CRACK' Another cheer, another tear, another drop of Itachi's blood on the ground and more growling coming from the blood-lusting demons. Itachi got back up, he was almost out of breath because he had to hold it whenever the cord left another mark on his back. Hold out, dammit. Hold out! Itachi ordered himself.

'CRACK' that was number 15, or was it 20? Itachi had begun to lost count. The pain was overcoming him. He was losing. The pain that he had expected to go numb by that time…still hurt like the first time he had been whipped. It hurt like hell, and that was why Itachi had to bear it. Because he would be stronger later. Pain equals Strength. 'CRACK' another one. Dammit! Dammit! Why the hell did I have to save her!? 'CRACK' Itachi fell back on the floor, he could not get up. Cheering increased but went back down as the bloodied body got back up, its arms wobbling.

Anko couldn't watch any longer. She feared she would go mad if she saw any more of Itachi's blood enter that demon circle. She turned away, forced to hear the sound the whip made when it hit its victim's back. "What's wrong, Anko? No one to hold you? Too bad your little bodyguard died. Poor Anko. Reminds you of Kai." an inmate taunted. Another survivor of that year's incident.

Anko shut her eyes, trying to make the voices go away. Stupid girl. She knew that wouldn't work. But the inmates laughed at the scared child in front of them.

'CRACK'

xxxx

Kisame's eyes shot open as soon as he hit the floor. "FUCK!" he yelled.

"Damn he's heavy." a guard 20 yards away commented to another.

"Why the hell did Bradley give him shark DNA" the other replied.

But he just shrugged. "Hell. I should know. Maybe he wanted a fighter to test out the demons; I'm not an enlisted man."

What the fuck is going on?! Kisame panicked. He took a glance at his hands. They were blue. Kisame wanted to die right then.

xxxx

The door shut as the plate filled with food dropped on the table in front of Riska. "Here, eat." Sasuke said in a soft tone. "I'm sure you're hungry." Riska took the almighty sandwich like a normal human being and ate it slowly and respectfully because he was in front of good company who had brought him the first meal he had eaten in a week. "Don't mind me; I know what it's like to be on the streets." Sasuke smiled. "Go ahead; shove it in your mouth like I know you haven't eaten in a week."

Riska thought the statement was peculiar, but nodded and began to wolf down the sandwich, wanting more. In an instant, Sasuke produced another sandwich that he had in case Riska wanted more. The other boy took it with happiness and ate this one more civilized. "Thank you, Sasuke. Thank you." he replied with an honest face. "But I have to ask, how did you know I haven't eaten in a week?"

"Because humans can't survive without food for more than a week." Sasuke replied with a comforting smirk of which Riska mirrored back to him. "I should get you some other clothes."

"No, I'm fine, really. I don't need to let Orochimaru or anyone else here know that I exist simply because clothes are missing. Don't worry about me so much." Riska urged.

"Ok." Sasuke said softly. "So how do you like the place?" he asked, trying to make a light conversation.

"It's good. It's warm and I get to sleep on a bed and I have food. It's perfect." Riska assured. "Although I would like to get outside once in a while."

Sasuke understood. It was hard to be cooped up in one spot for long. "Ok. We'll go out tonight."

xxxx

Itachi found himself waking up in darkness and pain where the whip marks were. He coughed up blood onto the invisible pavement. Where the hell was he? Was he blind? No. He could still see his hands if he looked closely. "Fuck" Itachi cursed quietly.

The teen got up and tried to figure out where he was. He felt around the room and found no bars. Only concrete walls. There was a door. It didn't have a handle. Only a slot in the top half of the door which was sealed until the people outside got a key.

Then it finally came to him.

He was in solitary confinement.


A/N: Ah ha! Another update! One more chapter to go! Sorry this took so long and I hope you enjoyed the chapter

1) pronounced "hah-cheht" you know…like sachet only with an 'H' instead of an 'S'?