A New Jinchuuriki
Chapter 12
Nikki: Currently, I am in the custody of Gaara. Whee! XD
Gaara: .........
Nikki: -glares-
Gaara: ....... -sighs- Whee.
Nikki: =D YAY! -smuggles Gaara-
Rachel: Nikki?..... You're hopeless.
Nikki: TT^TT
Rachel: Nikki doesn't own Naruto or any lyrics used in this chapter... or story.... or any of her stories for that fact. She only owns Akuma and Yami.
Nikki: And I PWN u.
Rachel: -sigh- That too.
Nikki: Cause I'm just that awesome. XD
For the last two out of three days, no one has heard a word from me. The occasional scream as I move just a little too much or try vainly to escape is the only noise.
Finally, the torture ends.
The blue sphere drops, as well as Gaara's body.
Inside my mind, Akuma is wailing at the loss of her love, Shukaku.
I try my best to find something of comfort to her, but I don't have any comfort left to give.
I barely notice someone walking over to me. Then, all of a sudden, I fall to the floor, free of my bonds. I immediately run over to Gaara, once I gather the strength to stand up.
I fall to my knees beside his body and run my fingers down his cheek. I don't let out a word as I turn him around so that his head is on my lap. I run my fingers through his bright, blood red hair and trace the love symbol on his forehead.
I don't notice that tears are slipping down my cheeks until they drip onto his cracked face. My eyes widen a bit but then go back to emotionless. This is how I was found by people I don't particularly want to see.
Sakura, Naruto an old granny and Kakashi enter the hideout, panting and looking around. I don't raise my head to look at them, recognizing them by their voices alone.
"Yami?" Sakura asks, shocked.
"Gaara!" Naruto roars, seeing the dead corpse that I so desperately cling to.
He runs toward me, but I just give Gaara one more hug before letting him go. I then look up to Naruto, who has stopped charging at me. He sees my tear stained cheek and is taken aback. I step away from Gaara's body and gesture to him.
Naruto catches the drift and goes over to Gaara. He looks down at the stop I had been sitting and gasps.
A pool of red blood is lying there. He looks up and sees it dripping from my sleeves and underneath my cloak.
"Yami, you're bleeding." he exclaims.
I lift my hand up for inspection and see deep gashes where the lightening has burned away my skin. I'm guessing it is the same on my ankles, too.
It doesn't matter. But to them it must. They look at the wall and see the area where Gaara and I were strapped and figure out what happened.
"What have they done to you, Yami?" Naruto asks, tears filling his bright blue eyes.
I turn and start to walk away when his voice stops me again.
"Come back with us!" he suggests. I scowl at him over my shoulder. I turn back around and shake my head, disappearing from their view.
I'll never go back to Konoha. I'll stay with Akatsuki because being with them will help me destroy that retched village.
I watch from the shadows as they take Gaara's body with them. Then, I walk slowly up to my room. No one interferes with me and for that I'm grateful. I enter my room, seeing Ahira on her bed.
"Yami, listen...." she starts. I point to the door and she stands up, looking a bit shocked that I would tell her to get out.
She pauses beside me and looks up at my face, obviously trying to read something that used to be there. I stare down at her, a distant flicker of hate showing in my red eyes.
She sighs and walks out the door, shutting it gently behind her with a soft click. I stare ahead of me for a second before dropping to my knees again, tears trailing down my face as I let out silent sobs.
They killed him. He's dead.
I shake my head in disbelief, tears flying, making sparkles in the air.
Why did they make me watch his death? Why did they make me suffer more than I already had to?
I hate them all. I hate them all so much it hurts.
I remember Tobi trying to run over to me and him crying for me.
I don't hate him. I can't hate him. But... I don't like him moment, in my current state. I can't trust anyone. They will all hurt me.
I can feel paranoia building up within me and I can feel my ability to trust people slipping out of my grasp.
I sit there, sobbing silently, until I have no more tears to shed. Yet, still, I sit there.
Time is no longer important to me. I will pray and sacrifice only when the time feels right to me.
One month later.........
My stomach barely finishes making a large rumble when someone knocks on my door.
I ignore it and just lay on my bed, staring out my window.
"Um, Yami-senpai? Tobi brought you some sweets." I here Tobi's high voice call, obviously trying to make amens.
I flick my finger in the direction of the door and the air blows it open. Tobi steps in a kicks the door closed as he enters. He is carrying a tray with a slice of chocolate cake, a lollipop and a glass of milk. I don't really care much for sweet things unless I'm in the mood for it.
I look at the tray and my eyes zero in on the cake. It looks kind of nice. Tobi sees what is drawing my gaze and he brightens up a bit.
"Tobi brought these for you, Yami-senpai! Tobi thought you might be hungry." Tobi explains, setting the tray on my lap. I look down at it, then back up at him.
Tobi is confused at first, but finally gets it.
"Hai. Tobi made it because Tobi is a good boy!" Tobi answers happily.
I look down at the tray, still a bit unsure.
"Tobi didn't poison it, Yami-senpai. Tobi likes you very much, Yami-senpai. Tobi would never poison Tobi's friends." Tobi sighs, smiling (I think).
I nod and gingerly take a bite of the cake.
It's so good. I resist just shoving it in my mouth and devouring it whole. Instead, I just take medium sized bites and then drink the milk. I feel so much better.
"You still have the lolly, Yami-senpai." Tobi grins.
I shake my head.
"B-b-but.... Y-Yami-s-s-senpai..." Tobi sniffles, tears threatening to spill over. "T-t-tobi g-got it a-all re-eady f-f-for y-y-you..."
I roll my eyes and unwrap the lollipop and stick it in my mouth unhappily.
Tobi squees. "Yami-senpai is so KAWAII!" he squeals, hugging my head. I do nothing except move the lollipop stick to the other side of my mouth.
Tobi looks at me questioningly.
"Why is Yami-senpai not talking to Tobi?" Tobi asks, confused.
I look away from him and tears threaten to spill over again.
"No. No, Yami-senpai. Don't cry! Tobi is sorry! Tobi didn't mean it!" Tobi hushes, running to face me frantically. I give in and grab his cloak collar, pulling him towards me. He yelps in surprise as I bury my face in his shoulder, crying silently into his cloak. He awkwardly pats my back as I continue to cry.
After a couple of minutes, Tobi picks me up and lays down himself, laying me down so that I'm curled up and crying into him. This must be a more comfortable position for him. He rubs my back soothingly.
I don't utter a sound as we sit there, together, as he lets me cry to my hearts content.
"It's gonna be okay, Yami-senpai." Tobi states after a long time, after I've cried all I can and am just sitting there with my head still against his shoulder.
I shake my head.
"It will. You'll see, Yami-senpai. Tobi will help you." Tobi grins. I don't react.
A few minutes after that, I stiffen as I hear someone else knock on my door.
"Do you want them to come in, Yami-senpai." Tobi asks.
I shake my head furiously.
"What if it is Itachi-senpai? Or Ahira-senpai?" Tobi continues as the person knocks again.
I shake my head again. Tobi nods and gets off the bed. He picks up the tray.
"Tobi will come back soon with Yami-senpai's dinner." Tobi states, opening the door and slipping through before the other person has the chance to enter.
"Yami doesn't wish to see anyone, Kisame-senpai." Tobi tells Kisame, who must be the person who knocked.
"But you just saw her, Tobi! You annoying little squirt." Kisame growls.
"Itai! Tobi is a good boy!" Tobi squeals, running off down the hall. Kisame growls profanities after him.
He knocks on my door again. I flick my finger and the lock switches, locking the door. Kisame tries the doorknob and curses when he finds out it's locked.
"Yami, would you unlock the door?" Kisame sighs. I turn away from the door and lie facing the window instead. I hear him walk away from the door after a few minutes and stare at the wall.
My life is fucking hell.
I pick up a scroll and write a single passage onto the paper, then roll it back up and put it away. I go over to my closet and lock myself in it. Surprisingly, it provides a bit of comfort and security. To be locked in such a small place and to see nothing. I guess this is kind of what a coffin would feel like. I close my eyes and lean back against the wall of the closet.
A couple more people come and try to persuade me to open my door. These people are the last people I want to see, apart from Pein. Hidan and Itachi. Hidan jeered at me from the other side of the door, but Itachi knocked and said nothing.
Tobi finally returns and I unlock that door from the inside of the closet. Tobi walks in the room and sees it empty.
"Yami-sempai?" he calls, looking around the room. He sets the tray down and looks in a number of places. I finally open the closet door and step into the dim light. Tobi jumps a bit and then walks over to me and gives me a hug.
"Tobi brought Yami-senpai some yummy food, so that Tobi can eat together with Yami-senpai!" Tobi explains excitedly, running over and pointing to the tray. I nod and walk over to it, too.
On the tray are two meals of chicken (I think) and steamed vegetables. Next to those are two bowls of chocolate covered strawberries. Then there are two glasses of orange juice.
I give Tobi a look that could be taken as slightly questioning.
Tobi chuckles.
"Yami-senpai is silly. Tobi wouldn't serve his friends something cooked by Zetsu-senpai! Tobi wouldn't even give it to his enemies!" Tobi laughs. He nods, still giggling. "This is chicken, Yami-senpai."
I nod and we go over to my desk. I use the earth to pull it out and clear the very few things on it off. I pull Ahira's chair over for Tobi to sit in as he sets up the food on the table. I sit down in my own chair in front of my meal, as Tobi sits across from me.
"Does Yami-senpai like eating with Tobi?" Tobi asks, obviously excited. I nod to appease him. He squeals and tries to hug me across the table, but I stop him and gesture to the food and drinks.
"Oopsie! Tobi forgot! Tobi is a good boy!" Tobi laughs, pulling back, careful not to knock over the plates and glasses.
I look down at my food, not really seeing it.
Instead, I try to talk to my demon, from which I can sense a dark presence.
"Akuma?" I ask, searching for a way to see her.
Only a hostile growl answers me.
"Are you alright, Akuma?" I question.
"Shut up and go the FUCK AWAY!" Akuma screams at me, clawing me out of her space and making me jolt in my seat.
Tobi sees the far away look on my face and walks to my side, knowing somethings up.
"Yami-senpai? Are you alright?" Tobi asks frantically.
"Akuma? Why did you do that?" I demand, walking back into her space. She roars and rips my head from my neck in my mind.
I do what I've done only very few times in my life.
I faint.
A few minutes later.......................
I open my eyes and am greeted with the sight of Tobi's orange mask.
"Yami-senpai? Are you okay? Are you awake now? Did Tobi accidentally kill you? TOBI IS SORRY!" Tobi sobs miserably, crying noisily into my shoulder. I tap his shoulder and try to sit up.
"Yami-senpai is alive! Yay! Tobi is a good boy!" Tobi squees.
I don't respond to him but manage to stand up and sit back down into the chair I was in before. Tobi hovers beside me for a couple of minutes before he sits back across the table.
I look at him.
He shakes his head. "Yami-senpai doesn't need to be sorry." Tobi grins. I nod and look back down at my food, feeling the most alone I have ever felt. I don't notice when a couple of tears escape. I bend them away before Tobi sees them.
We finish our food in silence, on my part, and chatting happily, on Tobi's.
"So has Yami-senpai been sacrificing enough?" Tobi asks.
I nod.
"What does Yami-senpai look like when she's like that?"
I look at him.
"Alright, Yami-senpai. You better show me sometime." Tobi grins.
He appears to have become quite good at reading my mind. I don't know if I like it or not.
I take a bite of a chocolate covered strawberry. Jashin, they're good.
"Guess what, Yami-senpai?" Tobi giggles, vibrating on his seat.
I look at him.
"Tobi has asked Leader if he will allow Yami-senpai to stay in Tobi's room with Tobi!" Tobi exclaims, obviously waiting for my excitement.
I blink.
"I know! It's just so exciting that Tobi can barely stand it!" Tobi squeals, clapping his hands. "The only reason that Leader agreed was because Tobi is the only one Yami-senpai will come near. Hidan-senpai is naughty! He should never have hurt Yami-senpai like that. Tobi will make sure Hidan-senpai doesn't hurt Yami-senpai anymore!" Tobi states honorably, punching the air.
I don't react to his words. They sound like empty promises to me. No matter how hard he tries, I will forever be getting hurt.
Once dinner was done with, Tobi took the dishes out of the room and I retreated to my wardrobe.
After a couple of hours, Tobi has still not returned. I weigh the pros and cons of taking a shower.
I decide that it would probably be a good idea to have a shower and so I lift myself up, my hand stabbing onto a kunai that was poking out of a coat in my cupboard.
I just give a slightly curious expression as I hear the drip drip of my blood hitting the closet floor. I pull my hand down look at it. I clench it and a stinging pain runs up my arm. Against my better judgment, I do it again. Truthfully, I like this pain. It has no emotional strings attached and it has actually seemed to make my inner turmoil seem slightly less extravagant, even for just a little while.
I pull the kunai from the coat pocket and shake it a little, a couple of drops of blood splattering on the walls.
I look down at my tattooed skin and suddenly hate the perfect order of how it runs the length of my wrist. I twirl the blade so that it's facing my skin and listen as Akuma takes a small amount of interest in what I'm about to do.
I press the blade at the top of my wrist and press it down, beneath the skin, cutting into the flesh. The same stinging pain as before runs through me, making my body want to end the pain and remove the kunai. I refuse to let myself do it, though. Instead, I drag the blade up my arm until it reach half-way to my elbow.
The pain finally becomes too much and I pull the kunai away from my skin, dropping it with a clatter onto the closet floor as my blood quickly and smoothly exits the wound. I stare with fascination at the colour and how the cut has marred my markings.
At least, I think to myself, Jashin will be pleased by my pain. My blood is more valuable to him then that of my victims, because I am one of his followers.
This isn't the first time that I've bled. Not by far. But, this is the most intrigued I've ever been to both pain and blood.
I force the closet door open and stumble out of my dark sanctuary. My mind going kind of fuzzy as the blood continues to drip onto the floor in a constant stream.
I open the door to the hallway, thanking Jashin that no one is wandering the halls now. I look out of a window as I pass and am met with a darkness with no moon to brighten it.
I keep going and arrive at the bathroom, slamming the door violently closed behind me. I take another look at my wounds, just making sure that Akuma hasn't healed them. The blood has slowed down a bit, but still dripping onto the stark white tiles.
For the first time in a good 5 days, I look at myself in the mirror, mainly the blank, glassy eyes that used to draw the attention of anyone who saw me. Now, the interesting shine that they used to have, even at my most soul-wrenching times, has gone at last.
Never before did I reduce myself to cutting to relieve the emotional and mental pain. Until now. Now that I've distracted myself with physical pain, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop. I then look up to my forehead. My bandages are missing. I don't even care anymore. Let them wonder. I won't tell them the truth.
I turn the hot faucet on and undress as I wait for the water to heat up. Once it has, I turn the cold on until it is a pleasant heat. I step under the water and hold back a hiss as the hot water leaks into my new wound. I stick my arm directly under the spray and wash all the blood off. It is still bleeding, only occasionally dripping down the drain.
I then wash my hair and everything. Once that's done, I stand under the warm water for a long time, just wishing that everything would disappear.
I'm snapped out of my reverie when I hear someone knocking on the door. I regretfully turn off the water and step out of the shower. I knew that whoever is out there is going to stare at me when I exit. My marks and everything mainly being the reason.
I take a single bandage out of my pack and wrap it around my forearm. I then get dressed quickly and run a comb through my hair. I start to slip into another euphoric mental state when whoever is outside my door knocks again. I quickly drag the water out of my hair and open the bathroom door.
I stand face to face with a neck sporting a Jashin pendant. I ignore the obvious and walk past him. Suddenly, I hear the shift of his cloak and a tight grip envelopes on my bandaged wrist. I hold back a hiss of pain and instead, use my new leverage to turn myself around and raise my other hand.
The sound of my palm connecting to his cheek resonates throughout the base. I watch as blood slowly leaks out of his shocked, open mouth. I just wrench my wrist out of his grip and walk back down the hall, leaving him standing there, staring after me.
I open my bedroom door to find Tobi already in there, looking at the blood on the floor. His vision raises as I enter and he pauses his inspection of the closet.
"What happened, Yami-senpai?" he asks, referring to many things. One, being the blood spread across the floor and the bottom of the closet. Two, being my black marks covering my pale skin. Finally, the bandage only wrapped around one of my wrists. I just stand there, looking at him with my blank stare.
"Yami-senpai..." he murmurs, walking over to me and enveloping me in his warm embrace. I stand their motionlessly, letting him do as he pleases.
"What have you done to yourself?" Tobi asks sadly, his arms tightening. I don't answer.
We stand like that for a while, until he finally lets me go.
"What was that 'crack' noise that Tobi heard before? Tobi guessed it was you, because you came in just after Tobi heard it. What did you do?" Tobi questions.
At that moment, Hidan decides to walk past my bedroom door, muttering curses and pretty much relaying what just happened to himself.
"Um. Okay. Nice job." Tobi states, chuckling awkwardly. He then returns his attention back to my wrist. He reaches down slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted to, and lifts my wrist gently upwards. He looks at my face and then back at my bandage.
He then begins to remove the fabric, slowly and carefully. Finally, the long strip of white cloth slips onto the floor, leaving my forearm in plain view. The edges of the wound have begun to turn purple and the inside layers of my wrist is visible.
I didn't realize that I had cut so deep, but I don't regret it.
"Why did you hurt yourself, when there is already so much pain in your life?" Tobi asks, expecting no answer. He is speaking in that serious tone that I rarely ever hear. "You hurt me when you hurt yourself."
He doesn't understand. I can't stop doing it now.
We stand there for a few more seconds, Tobi inspecting my wounds, before he envelops me in another hug.
"Leader said that Tobi and Yami-senpai need to move Yami-senpai's things tonight. This is just so exciting!" Tobi squees, converting back to his old self.
I start packing up my things in response. It doesn't take very long, because I don't own very much. There are a few items of clothing, including the outfit I wore at Suna.
We fit everything in into three boxes. Tobi has already said that he already has a bed set up for me in his room, so we don't need to cart mine around half the base.
After I strap my sword to my back, I pick up one box, feeling sharp pains on my wrist at the strain and reveling in the pain. Tobi picks up both of the others. He can carry two if he feels like it. I don't care.
I walk out the already opened door and start walking down the hallway, hearing the distinct slam of the door as Tobi kicks it shut behind him.
Going through the hallway, I pass Kisame, Zetsu and Konan. I stare at them blankly. Although, when we pass Kisame, Tobi tells him to tell Itachi and Ahira that their room is free.
Kisame just growls meanly at Tobi, calling him a squirt and moving to hit him. A wave of protectiveness flows through me. It's a very weak feeling, but compared to the numbness I'm feeling normally, it feels like a shock.
I drop the box I'm holding and stand in between Kisame and Tobi, all as quick as I can make it. Kisame's hand still hasn't made contact and Tobi hasn't reacted. I catch Kisame's wrist as it comes within striking distance, twist it around sharply, hearing a sickening crack and kick him against the stone wall, dust appearing as the stone is crushed under the force.
I hear Kisame's cry of shock and pain before what I just did registers in my head. When it does, it doesn't bother me. I don't care what I do or feel or think anymore. I just care about the pain I inflict upon myself. The only pain that I can control.
He stands up from the rubble, clutching his wrist and scowling at me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kisame growls.
I don't answer, just stare at him with cold eyes.
"Yami-senpai! Why did you do that?" Tobi asks, worried about me more Kisame. He then looks at Kisame, who is cradling his arm. "I think it would be nice to heal Kisame-senpai's arm as apology."
I stare at him for a second, before looking back at Kisame. I walk over to the blue-skinned man, healing water already coating my hand. He turns away from me, hiding his arm. I grip his shoulder and spin him forcefully around and slam his shoulder against the wall, being careful not to break anything else.
I place my hand over his arm before he can try and escape. A loud snapping sound is heard as the bone resets itself and he cries out in pain again. He manages to tear himself from my grip, but the water has already taken a hold on his arm and there's nothing he can do to get rid of it.
After a few minutes of watching him struggle with the water, I let it go. It splashes on the floor and sinks into the dirt. I walk back over to my box and pick it up, walking towards Tobi's room.
"Come here and fucking re-break my arm, bitch!" Kisame screeches.
I pause.
"Tobi doesn't think that's such a good idea, Yami-senpai." Tobi warns in a worried voice.
I keep going.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me!" Kisame yells down the hall.
"What's happened?" I hear my brother's monotonous voice ask.
"You're maniacal fucking sister just broke and healed my arm! And she only healed it because the squirt said so! She didn't even re-break it for my dignity because that little asshole told her not to! What, is he the only one she's listening to, now?" Kisame explains, grumbling the last bit darkly as he gets up and out of the rubble.
"Tobi thinks it would be nice if Yami-senpai fixed the wall, as well." Tobi states, looking back.
I repair the wall without looking back.
"Look! Did you see that?!" Kisame asks of Itachi loudly, thrusting his arm in my direction angrily.
I open the door to Tobi's room and hold it open for him. Once he walks inside, I follow suit, finally looking at the new additions to the room.
The only new things in the room are another closet, desk and chest of drawers. This obviously means that I'll be sharing a bed with Tobi. Doesn't matter to me.
I reset my things, which doesn't take that long, and look out the window. A faint glow is showing on the horizon. I open the door, walking out of it, with Tobi calling behind me, asking me where I'm going.
He eventually finds it easier to let me go, it being obvious that I will come back. I walk out of the hideout, encountering Itachi briefly. I dash through the trees until I reach Amegakure. The people recognize my coat, knowing I'm part of the Akatsuki, then recognizing my black hair, marks and red eyes, which are my trademark features.
They try to avoid me as best they can, guessing why I've come here.
One depressed looking man stands in front of me, looking at me with pleading eyes, begging for death. Who am I to deny him? I gesture to him to follow me and he trails sadly behind me. I lead him up to the hill on which I view the sunrise and sunset everyday.
"Please make my death swift." the man says simply. I blink at him.
I draw out a kunai, pushing up the sleeve of my cloak and unwrapping the bandage there. The gash from earlier is still faintly there, thanks to Akuma restraining her healing powers.
I reopen the wound by digging my kunai against the marred skin again. The blood drips freely down my hand and onto the ground in a small puddle. I put my foot into the pool and draw my Jashin symbol. I then move my hand for the man to come closer. He trudges to my and I slice his palm, the blood staining my kunai. He hisses in pain.
I lick the blood off of my kunai.
Let us experience the beautiful pain and ecstasy of your death together. I think, closing my eyes and turning my face upwards.
I feel the welcomed stabbing pains of my body changing. I feel fangs growing in my mouth, wolf ears and tail growing from my head and lower back (my wolf demon)and then black angel wings ripping themselves from the skin between my shoulder blades, blood splattering around me and sticking to the feathers (my tattoos). Blood freely flows from the holes the wings created as my skin changes into the black and white skeleton pattern that Hidan adapts.
The man in front of me is writhing in pain. I decide to put him out of his misery, coating my hand in healing chakra as I raise my kunai again. I take a deep breath and stab myself in the chest, near my heart. I cough out blood, yanking the kunai from my flesh as the sun finally shows itself on the horizon.
I fall to my knees, pressing my healing hand onto the wound on which I've created. Once I know that my life is no longer in danger, I fall onto the ground, face upwards.
My eyelids slip closed, the pain knocking me into a daze. I start praying, lying there in the middle of my symbol.
It feels like I'm floating in a sea of darkness, pain and emptiness. Why am I the cause of such confusion and sadness? And why can't I bring myself to feel any emotion for what I've done? Why can't I feel emotion, period? I don't really care if these questions are answered, but the answers might bring Tobi peace. Whether he's said to me that he needs the answers or not, I know that he's curious.
It doesn't matter. I conclude as the darkness starts to fade, giving way to harsh reality.
I regain enough sense to sit up, which results in a slight stab of pain from my stab wound.
Thank my Lord and God, Jashin. Amen. I conclude in my head, hoping my concluding prayer reaches Him.
I stand up from the symbol, a little woozy from blood loss. Doesn't matter. I walk back towards the hideout, the sun fully risen behind me.
Nikki: Well, I hope you lovered eet. =3
Rachel: o-o just tryin to imagine Yami in her transformation.
Ava: Yeah. She looks kinda funkay. -does finger clicky thing-
Nikki: -shakes fist at- Love eet, damn you! LUUURRVVEEE EEEEEEETT!
Ava: O....K....? -sweatdrop and backing away-
Rachel: -shoots Nikki with tranquilizer-
Nikki: Nighty night everbody! -drops on floor to sleep-
Rachel: That oughta keep her out for a few hours. -dusts hands-
Gaara: Alright!! It's Nikki rape time!!! xD -runs off with Nikki over shoulder-
Rachel: Al..righty.......
Ava: -in distance still backing off-
Gaara: -pokes head out of bedroom- R + R plze!! I givez u e-cookieeee!! =D izz lovin the cookiezzzzzz. Mmmmmmmmmmm.... cookie.
Rachel: Oh, go back to raping Nikki and stop being OOC. -rolls eyes-
Gaara: Oh, right. Here I come, Nikki! =D
