A/N: IT HAS BEEN EDITTED AGAIN TO FACILITATE READING! THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT!

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She clicked onto the link Naruto had sent her. It brought her to a page in fanfiction under a certain story called The High School Chronicles. When she last checked it yesterday, there were eleven chapters, now there, were twelve. She didn't get it, Shiho normally updated it only at the end of the day, unless she was some psychic who foretells the bleak future, but that simply wasn't possible, who could predict the future?

Chapter Twelve

He found his true love at the center of the ballroom, draped in maroon silken and satin fabric, lined with gold thread and decorated with rustic beads. Her hair was up in a French knot and she wore her red contacts today.

"You look beautiful," he said in a low tone, "I can't believe I was blinded, I can't believe I was so deceived not to see the beauty inside of you, you are truly amazing, Shiho."

Temari scoffed, so did Sakura who had joined her while she wasn't noticing.

"This bitch is really full of herself isn't she," Sakura said, "I wonder whose that lucky guy."

"You don't need to wonder," Temari said pointing out the next few dialogues.

"Shush," she said, "we won't want her to interfere with our feelings for each other, that vicious woman, it is easy to be tricked by her dirty blond hair and her oceanous blue eyes, but," she held his hands, "our love shall prevail even the most horrible creature and I doubt the siren can no longer interfere with the thoughts of a man who has found himself. That desperate, bitter, callous witch can't separate us no more."

"She's talking about me Temari," Ino who had just read the dialogue said, "she's not talking about you."

Temari spun her roller chair around to face Ino, "are you even close to being a dirty blond?"

"It's a punctuation error, Temari," Sakura said, "it's suppose to be dirty comma blond not dirty blond."

"I'm not born yesterday," Temari said, "she can write whatever she wants, I don't care."

She stood up to leave the room.

"But what if it corrupts your image again," Sakura said before Temari had the chance to leave, "what if this image can never be built back again?"

Temari sighed.

"She's declaring war, Temari," Ino said, "she is trying to take something you have away from you, do you want that?"

"I just don't know why she's doing this," Temari muttered, "I DON'T KNOW WHY MUST SHE MAKE MY LIFE SO DAMN FUCKING HARD. I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS TO HAPPEN, IT JUST DID AND IF SHE HAS A PROBLEM WITH IT…" she inhaled a hell lot of air, "THEN FACE IT LIKE A FUCKING ADULT!"

Sakura walked towards her and held her shoulder, "she isn't going to be there to make that," she pointed to the Mac book, "happen, so suck it up and face it like a fucking adult."

"Bitch," Temari pushed Sakura away, "I don't know why you're still my best friend."

Sakura smiled, "I just am."


"So what did you bring for us today?" Shikamaru said, when he heard Chouji enter.

"I don't know, I'm no good at choosing movies, normally Temari does it, but since someone messed up, I guess we have to bare watching 12 hours worth of shit."

"It can't be that bad," Shikamaru said, receiving the ten DVDs Chouji loaned and scanning through the covers.

"It has became so much like a routine," Chouji said as Shikamaru scanned through the DVDs, "Temari brings over the good movies, I bring over the good food, you bring over, not literally, the good theater, then we'll have a twelve hour marathon of non- stop movie, snacks and totally slacking."

He passed the movies to the butler, "was that supposed to make me feel guilty?"

"Did it work?"

"No."

"Damn it."

"And half of those movies you loaned are movies Temari specifically warned me not to watch, she said they were fatal to your brain cells, like a full session of brain drain," Shikamaru said, "well done, you've hit the jackpot, we're doomed! Troublesome."

Chouji stood up, "after being friends with you for who- knows- how- long, I have never seen you so paranoid before, so apologize, say you're sorry, so she would come over and show us some kick ass movies."

"No, it's too troublesome."

"Sometimes I wonder if you say 'troublesome' to avoid something you can't do," Chouji took out his phone, "but whatever, if you're not calling to apologize, I guess it's up to me. But I seriously doubt that I would give as much impact as you would."

He dialed at the numbers and listen patiently to the dial tone, when she picked up, "hello?"

"Chouji?" he heard Temari's voice, "why are did you call me?"

Shikamaru straightened up when he faintly heard her voice from the speaker.

"I just wanted to say sorry," Chouji told her, "I mean I didn't mean for you to feel insecure about your live, I just-"

"Chouji," Temari cut him short, "you're not the one at fault here, you do not need to be forgiven."

"Would it be better if Shikamaru said sorry?" Chouji asked.

Shikamaru shot Chouji a death stare.

"He doesn't need to say sorry," Temari said, "it's alright, I'm not sad or anything, I'm totally fine and HEY-"

"Hello is this Shikamaru?" he heard Ino's voice, she didn't wait for a reply, "YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU DO YOU HAVE TO GO AND MAKE TEMARI'S LIFE SO BLOODY MISERABLE? IS IT FUN? IS IT? WELL LET ME TELL YOU, THAT SHIHO FREAK IS MAKING TEMARI SEEM LIKE A WITCH, A HORRIBLE TERRIBLE WITCH, NOT LIKE THE ONES YOU SEE IN HARRY POTTER, SHE'S MAKING TEMARI A COMPLETE BITCH, WHORE, SLUT WHATEVER YOU CALL IT. SO YOU BETTER, YOU MUST-"

The line died.

"What must I do?" Shikamaru who had heard whatever Ino had said laid back on the soft cushioned seat of the theater and started thinking.

Chouji's phone rang.

"Hello?" Chouji answered it.

"AS I WAS SAYING," he heard Ino's voice again, "YOU MUST COME TO THE DANCE TONIGHT AND TAKE HER HAND AND SWEEP HER OFF HER FEET AND HOLD HER NICE AND TIGHT AND KISS HER, KISS HER LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW, NICE AND SLOW AND LONG. GET IT? OK. YOU GET IT. BYE. NICE WORKING WITH YOU FRIEND IN- LAW."

The line died, again.

"You heard that?" Chouji said, turning to face Shikamaru, "you heard it?"

"Virtually impossible," Shikamaru said, "it is troublesome, so forget it."

"What?" Chouji snapped, "there you go again. Did you say it because you don't dare to or you don't want to?"

"What's the difference?" Shikamaru said, "I end up not doing it anyways."

"There is a difference," Chouji said curtly, "don't dare means you want to, but you can't. Whereas don't want means you have to but you can't. I thought you were a genius."

Shikamaru kept quiet.

Chouji got irritated, "so which is it? don't dare or don't want?"

"Don't want to," he muttered.

Chouji shook he head and left the theater.

That was the first time Shikamaru had ever lied to Chouji.


"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" Temari said to Ino, "now he's going to think I'm some sort of demanding freak."

"And how does that make you feel?" Ino asked, "better? Worse?"

"So bad, I can't describe it," Temari said.

Ino smiled, "great, then you'll have to thank me for what I did."

"And why is that?"

"Because you so obviously like him," Ino said dancing around a spot, "remember our bet Temari, the one we did on the first day of school."

Temari cringed at the thought.

"When you're sure about you're feelings," Ino said bouncing up and down, "I'll watch you throw them out."

Temari scoofed, like it was never going to happen and stood up to calm the jumpy girl down.

"Oh we'll see who gets the last laugh," Ino said, "we better prepare for the dance, I don't want to keep my lovely date waiting for me."

"Oh he'll wait a million years if you're eventually going to be in his arms," Temari said dramatically.

"And so will a certain genius I know," with that she closed the toilet door to get changed.


They were in the living room putting on their make- up on the couch.

Ino was done with hers and was help the other girls do up their hair.

Ino looked lovely in her golden gown. It had a low dropping bronze sequin top, like a halter neck and a thin brownish belt that goes around her waist, the skirt part was in pale brown that puffed oh so slight but gives of a princess- like air around it. She had her hair in long free curls and golden bronze make up.

Sakura had a light pink tube dress that is saturated with intricate silver, white beadings at the top which slowly disperses and lessens towards the mid drift. There is a dark, lilac pinkish ribbon that goes round her ribs just under her bust. The make she wore is of shades of pale pink. Her pink hair was did up in a high bun with her fringe parted more to the right than to the left.

Hinata was wearing a dark blue satin gown that hung on one shoulder. It contrasted with her pale skin almost too perfectly and gently touched the ground at a nice height. She had her waist long blue- black colored hair in a loose French plait and her bangs swept to one side. Her make- up was in shades of lilac and violet to accompany her natural soft violet eyes.

Temari was a simple indigo strapped dress that clung nicely to her hourglass figure and touched her knees It had a collection at the right side of her waist and a shallow pink ribbon that went around it. Her dirty blond, shoulder lenght hair was straightened, side parted to the left and pinned up by a bobby pin. She went for grayish, purplish make- up.

Tenten's dress was also a tube that was silken white and had pink flowers congesting the hip area, dispersing and wore away toward the top and the bottom of the dress. She let loose her long brown hair which fell all the way to her waist and, courtesy of Ino, it was effectively curled in a way that didn't look too burnt. She wore on pale pink make- up and blended it with her skin.

And they were all set.

It was almost seven and Sakura, Ino and Tenten's dates were about to come. At the same time? Or one after another? They didn't know.

Temari and Hinata agreed to wait until the girls who actually had dates had completely cleared the building before they got on their way to the homecoming dance.

Sai came first in his black Lamborghini Murciélago, the door slid upwards and Ino excitedly squealed went she first saw it.

He helped her into the freaking beautiful car and the others watched as the car downs automatically went down and voomed off like Batman's batmobile.

Next was Sasuke who arrived two minutes after Sai left, he came in a equally cool car, a black Mercedes McLaren also with doors that go up!

"This is SO cool," Sakura muttered hyperactively, with a tint of insanity, "I feel ashamed of that jeep we have there."

And yes she got in and the car voomed off again like the batmobile, talk about De Ja Vu.

"I hope Neji's car is equally cool," Tenten whispered to Hinata, "something like a BMW or maybe a Volvo or maybe…"

Temari nudged Tenten, "you may want to rethink your options, apparently Neji wasn't going for the cool and spicy but the slick and classy."

Tenten stepped out of the door and there it was, a black Rolls Royce Phantom in their driveway. Tonight their neighbors were going to change their opinion of the 5 girls that live down the road.

And just like De Ja Vu, the black Rolls Royce Phantom road away into the night like Batman's batmobile.

The two date- less girls sighed and approached their worn out jeep in the garage.

Hinata quietly cursed herself for being so lucky that Temari was not asked to the dance by Shikamaru, she knew he had a limousine, she just didn't want to know that brand, it might scare her.

"What kind of friend I'm I?" Hinata thought to herself, "cheering at my friend's demise? Curse you Hyuga Hinata."

Temari drove, she didn't want her continuous cursing bring the end of the two of them, her case wasn't drinking and driving, but rather thinking and driving. The irony is scary.


The dance wasn't too bad, it wasn't too good either. You could still kind of tell that behind all those signages, banners and decorations, the dull, gloomy walls of the school gym remained intact. There were tables, many round wooden table that were supposed to give of a very earth feel. The walls were covered with fake grape vines that stretched all the way to the ceiling, makes people wonder how Ino did that. There, on the stage, was two roman pillars and in between two really antique looking chairs, possibly, should be, for the homecoming king and queen. The food served was Italian, very organic and the drink was either non- alcoholic sparkling wine or guava fruit punch. More roman pillars were used to line the unsightly walls and cover up all the graffiti. Ino and her model club girls did quite an impressive job, considering it was their first time at it. But the setting was kind of misleading, it made people rethink about the theme, Secret Garden or Ancient Rome?

When he got there, girls, boys and teachers were milling all over the place, at the entrance, at the dance floor, at the tables and buffet counter, it was living hell, everything was everywhere in a chaotic and joyful way, everyone seem to think this huge gathering with many, many people dance with most likely an opposite sex was immensely entertaining, he begged to differ.

This was giving him a migraine. A bad one.

He walked through the many people, some expressed shock that he was attending the dance. He was shock too, the chances he'd ever attend a dance- one in a million, so happen that this dance had to be that one.

He found an empty seat at one of the tables and casually plopped himself down. He honestly didn't bother to look at the other occupants around the table, he'd regret that.

"Nara Shikamaru," a familiar voice sounded, "so you decided to initiate the plan?"

He turned to face Yamanaka Ino, the blond she- devil in his ex- class.

"That's way too trou-" he wanted to say his original catchphrase which had turning into a bad excuse for something he didn't want, or didn't dare do, in this case,

didn't dare.

"I can't find her," he lied.

Ino smirked, "so you do want to do it."

Sai came with twp glasses of sparkling wine and gave one to Ino, "I saw Temari, at the buffet counter with Hinata."

Shikamaru so badly want to punch that smiling devil.

"Thank you," he managed to force out, he stood up and walked away.

"Hey," Ino stopped him, "it's the other side."

"Does she seriously want me to do this?" he thought, sighing he went to the direction Ino had pointed out, "thanks Ino, thank you so much for ruining my life."

Just when life couldn't get any worse, he spotted Temari with Hinata near the buffet counter, drinking punch, and guess what?

He thought she was beautiful.

She looked softer but not any less welcoming, but somehow or rather, he was drawn to that fact. She was her old self in a dress and although it seemed pretty weird it was sensible and flowing in a horrifically weird way.


A limousine Ferrari stopped just outside the school gates the longitudinal doors slid upwards. Five people were seated inside and each of them got out one by one. It was like a set of a premier, there were many students gathered at the front just waiting for them to arrive. To match the atmosphere, there even was a red carpet that these people were supposed to walk along. They were like superstars. Just 'like' superstars, they are not superstars, the true superstars were the ones arriving in the limousine after this one.

The first one out was Tamanaki Milla. She wore a tube, tiered, dark purple dress that sunk in along the valley of her cleavage. It matched with her mahogany brown hair and her peach colored skin. Her dark make- up made her very enigmatic.

The next one out was Tshushi Caroline, she donned on a white silk dress with a low V –neckline and straps that were tied into ribbons on her shoulders. The back was nearly bare with a white ribbon rested on the small of her back. The milky brown hair was up in a loose French plait and was complemented by her light and toned make- up.

The third on out of the limousine was Amaterasu Ni Aki. She had on a white laced dress with a tight neckline, it almost made it seem like she was wearing a turtle neck. It didn't have any sleeves and clung on to her body contours. The celadon green hair was up in a simple quaff with her fringe swept to a side and the rest of her hair spraying all over her back. Her make- up was in shades of beige.

The fourth one was Shijiko Fumiko. Her black was a black and white tube, knee- length dress. It had a red ribbon around her waist which went well with her loose brownish red hair and her maroon colored make- up.

The last and most 'beautiful' one was Angela Yui. She arrived at the scene in a golden dress that was very low cut, there were many gold ribbons sewed on from under her bust all the way to her hips, it was tied into a ribbon at the front. The bottom of the dress is patterned with layers of golden fabric that went up in the front and slowly slants down toward the sides. Her blond hair was curled up and bounced with every step she took.

As the five walked into the school compounds, students were screaming and screaming for no particular reason. They were awaiting the arrival of the main attraction, the Akatsuki.

Speak of the devil, a Chrysler 300 Limousine stopped out front and the doors pulled open. The crowd went crazy, particularly because the most popular, the most good- looking people were wearing their best look.

The nine men of the Akatsuki came out, Deidara, Sasori, Kisame, Itachi, Tobi, Zetsu, Hidan, Kakuzu and Pein. They were all donned in a traditional black tuxedo and had their hair in their normal but equally attractive way.

The last one out was Konan. She made the five girls that came out just now seem like a bunch of posers.

Although she had no jewelry on and her hairstyle was exactly the same, except for the fact that her white paper rose was replaced with a black one, she looked overly stunning. Over the top wonderful. Her pale skin was compatible with her black Audrey Hepburn dress and the long black gloves. She didn't have any colorful make- up on just her thick layer of eyeliner above her eyelids and her mascara.

They didn't stand there and smile and wave at their adoring admirers, they walked pass all of them without even glancing around to acknowledge their presence. Even so, the people still loved them.


"Oh my god," Shikamaru said with sheer shock, "I didn't know you were coming."

Temari rolled her eyes, "you were born with intelligence, acting is something you need to work on."

He gave up pretending and took a glass of punch, "you look… nice."

She snorted, "I didn't choose this."

"Even so," he was desperately trying to strike a conversation, "you look nice."

Hinata raised a brow, "nice? Just nice? Apparently someone needs to work on their slowing decreasing vocab."

"Then what is he suppose to say," Temari asked, "'oh hi Temari gosh you're ozzing with beauty that is beyond compare, you look so fucking seductive, just looking at you makes my orgasms tingle' is that it?"

Shikamaru spat the punch that he had just drank onto the floor, with the mention of the word 'orgasms'. The people around backed away in time before punch could be the root of chaos.

Hinata laughed at both Shikamaru and Temari.

"What?" Temari said looking at the freaking shocked Shikamaru, "it was meant to be a joke."

It was funny, he had to admit, but the sheer freakiness of the whole joke was it's accuracy. Accuracy and punch, not a good combination.

"It was so funny," Shikamaru lied again, "I had to spit out the drink to laugh."

Temari made a face, "keep working on it, your acting skills has slightly improved since the last lie, which was like… er… two minutes ago?"

"Trying to be your friend is so troublesome," Shikamaru said leaning against the table.

"Let's rephrase it this way," Temari said, "being my friend is troublesome. How's that? Well to me it makes damn good sense."

With that she walked away avoiding the dancing crowd and out of the school's gym.

Hinata was left there with Shikamaru.

"Basically," Hinata said, "your main motive is to be more than friends with her."

He opened his mouth the deny it, but it would be troublesome, and after all, Temari said that he was a bad liar.

"… but then you realize that you can't unless you have that mutual trust which can only be build through friendship," Hinata said, "so I propose you run after her, because being the movie junkie she is, she'd probably expects you to do whatever boys do most in those horrifying mushy, gushy movies: chase after angry girls. So in order for that friendship to happen, you have to make her happy."

The migraine was back.

He stoned there for the next few seconds.

"You won't be very effective at catching up to her if you don't begin now," Hinata shook him out of his trance.

He sort of did a slight jump, like when you snap out of hypnotism. He paused and rethink his next few hundred movements before breaking into a fast, hasty run.

"One day, I should be a motivator," she thought to herself.

He ran into a few people on the way.

First was the she- devil and her date Sai. They were slow dancing. Ino in his arms and her hands over his shoulder. He had his around her waist. He was whispering something into her ear which made her blush and giggle.

Second was Naruto, Kiba and Lee. Apparently, Lee was moaning over the sight of Sasuke and Sakura. Kiba was getting high on the little sachets of sugar. Naruto was bringing him the little sachets of sugar.

Third was Sasuke and Sakura, they were pretty much doing the same thing as what Sai and Ino were doing- dancing. But he had forgotten to add that there were many angry and jealous fangirls surrounding them.

Fourth would be Neji and Tenten. He knew for a fact that Tenten didn't like dancing, courtesy of Temari, but he didn't know she would be the kind to wear a dress, especially a long one made of silk. Anyways, the two of them were eating, yes, a very boring activity. Apparently, Shino was there too.

Lastly, it was two girls he recognized and their dates, which he knew were members of the Akatsuki.

"Hey Shikamaru!" the green haired called.

The other one he recognized looked over to his direction.

He approached the door and in other words, approached them.

"I think you made Temari a little too angry," Fumiko said, "she was stomping out."

The red headed guy next to her looked at him, "hi. I'm Sasori."

"Shikamaru," he said.

"Do you like her dress?" Aki asked him, "do you?"

Shikamaru remembered Temari saying that she wasn't the one who picked it, "yes, very much, she looked really pretty."

Aki grinned, "my friend Yui picked it for her," she turned to the white faced guy next to her, "wasn't that girl I said 'hi' to just now pretty, Zetsu?"

He was really tall.

"Yes, she is very pretty," Zetsu smiled.

Aki gleamed, "even his alter ego agrees. I won't hold you up any longer, I know you're in the midst of a romantic confession. She seemed pretty pissed with you yesterday."

"She was upset," the girl Aki claimed to be Yui said, "she was grief- strickened."

The male behind her laughed, "don't trust her Shikamaru, she can exaggerate a little sometimes. The name's Itachi."

"You remind me alot about my friend Sasuke," Shikamaru commented before running off, "you look like a future version."

Yui smacked Itachi by the arm once Shikamaru was out of the gym, "did you really have to say that? He was on the verge of spilling his feelings. You spoil all the fun," she pouted.

Itachi laughed, "there you go again, stop doing that, you make me feel vulnerable."

"You are," Yui whispered into his ear, "only to me."

He pulled her into a soft, deep kiss. It sent millions of Itachi fangirls to their graves.

"You look so beautiful tonight," he said in between kisses.


The hallway was empty, too empty. Like a death scene from some movie.

He was sure she went this way, his instincts told him so.


She had learnt how to unpick a lock with the use of a bobby pin in several movies. She heard a 'click', she was successful.

The door pushed open like it was inviting her in. She felt the cool breeze of the air- conditioned room coming upon her.

There was something she need to do, something, that wasn't suppose to be done.

She didn't switch on any lights, she didn't want to catch any attention. Carefully, she made her way around the computer lab and found the computer that she had saved her video project file in.

She switched on the computer and waited, waited oh- so patiently for the hundred year old computer to load up and process all the information.

It was taking far too long, the eerie silence of the room, the feeling of being alone and someone watching in the shadows.

"Shiho can't be here," Temari thought to herself, "she can't… she wouldn't…"

The computer screen turned bright blue; she needed to enter a password.

"Temari," she muttered as she typed in the password, "stupid password, anyone can break into my account."

She clicked onto 'Documents" and chose the file called "The Worst Thing Ever" and opened it.

There was her storyboard, her future plans for the continuation of the video. She reluctantly clicked it and viewed it's contents.


There was an open door, Temari should be inside.

He quickened his pace and flung open the door, "Temari?"


"Temari?" a voice called.

She jumped a little and five nanoseconds later she realized someone had just called her, but who?

She didn't want to turn around and find… find…

"She can't be here," she thought, "she's not going to… going to… "


It was the janitors closet and there was no one in it, someone left the door open.

He continued looking for her and did so quickly. The deeper he went, the darker it got and the further the school gym got.

Frankly speaking, he was worried.


"You may think I'm insane," the person continued, "but I'm not. I just want to have what I want."

She didn't turn around, she didn't want to look at her death, "what do you what?"

"Nara Shikamaru," she hissed directly next to Temari's ear, "is that so hard?"

Temari wanted to punch that hag. Her eyes flickered onto the screen.

"Maybe, just maybe you might be able to kill two birds with one stone," Genma's voice echoed in her head.

So when she was with Shikamaru, she felt like she was the one put first, as in he would let her do the stuff she wanted and enjoyed even though he didn't really appreciate it. He listens to what she has to say, she didn't know it if was out of boredom or if he was afraid she might strangle him, but he listened and that was what friends do for each other. She knew that it was hard enough for him to have a friend like her, so bothersome and not to forget… troublesome. He had left a fragment of himself etched in her memory and forever and always it will never disappear. Sometimes she would think that it was kind of cool to have a genius be your friend, to have someone serious people look up to. And no matter how famous he was, or how rich he got, he would always, always, have that time of the day to go bother her. Truth be told, she kind of liked it.

No, she loved it. That's why she wasn't going to let some overly obsessed fangirl ruin her life for her, if she wanted that, she'd do it herself. And she did. She did just that by trying to forget those little fragments of Shikamaru he had left etched in her mind. It was her mistake, but she was given a chance to make things right.

"Yes," she said curtly, "it is extremely hard."


There door to the computer lab was wide open.

"The computer lab and Temari," Shikamaru thought, "that makes sense."

He ran towards it in hopes of finding something that he had reluctantly lost.


"What did you say?" Shiho's question seethed through her teeth, "hard? What's so hard?"

Temari spun her chair around, "you asked the question, you tell me what's hard?"

Shiho's glasses reflected the light from the computer screen, "do you know how much I hate counseling?"

"No," Temari said, "but what I do know is that you'd have more if you touch me, maroon silken and satin fabric, lined with gold thread and decorated with rustic beads, hair up in a French knot and red contacts," Temari sighed, "how imaginative can you get?"

Shiho gave Temari a tight slap.

"You deserve that bitch," Shiho muttered, "stepping away from Shikamaru isn't working Temari, he still wants you. What do you propose?"

Temari glared at Shiho, her cheek flaming red, "let me put it in simple terms, the more you try to get him, the closer I stick to him. If you threaten me again, I'll stick to him like a leech, then I'll move into his house, then I'll be next to him every second of his life, he'll see me every day, every hour, every minute, every second until he gets sick of me. I hate you that much to go to that extent and," her voice softened, "and I care about him enough to go to that extent."

"I HATE YOU," Shiho screamed into her face.

"I know," Temari remained totally calm, "I hate myself for that too."

"Temari?" A third voice joined the party.

It was a voice that belonged to a guy that always had that time of the day to go bother her, a lazy, intelligent guy that she will eventual love.

Shiho backed away and turned around, "who's that?" Her eyes searched in the darkness for a figure.

"It's Shikamaru," Temari said softly, relieved.

He could tell that Temari had somewhat forgiven him, "you know Temari, you're always so troublesome."

"NO," Shiho yelled, "NOT HER, YOU CAN'T CALL HER TROUBLESOME! CALL ME TROUBLESOME! CALL ME!"

"What the hell?" Shikamaru wanted to laugh, "like being called 'troublesome' is some glory."

"IT IS," Shiho was on her knees, "men in the Nara family call women they like 'troublesome', it's a trait."

Temari raised her brow, "I ought to be shocked, but I'm impressed, have you been stalking their family since you were born?"

"No," she shot Temari a glance, "my mother, she used to love Shikamaru's dad alot, to the extent that she evaluated his every move and came to that conclusion. Unfortunately, there wasn't a day at Shikaku called my mother 'troublesome', but it's different now, I will seek revenge for my mother."

"And here I thought that it was a personal thing," Temari said exasperated, "it's a whole family's issue!"

Shiho turned to Shikamaru, "I swear, if you call her troublesome again… I'll faint before your very eyes."

Shikamaru was taken aback, all of a sudden, the word 'troublesome' seemed to be a word only the gods used.

Temari on the other hand was suppressing a laugh, she had never in her life seen anyone so desperate before. Although she felt guilty for laughing at someone's demise, she quickly dismissed that thought for Shiho had tried to kill her before.

It was like a really dim, imaginary light bulb flashed on to of Shikamaru's head, he had a really stupid idea to counter the stupid problem.

"Er…," he said, "yeah, Temari is way too troublesome, the most troublesome woman in the history of… me?"

She fainted.

There was a moment of silence.

"What a stupid ending to an intense sequence," Temari said stepping over the unconscious body, "but in a way, it was hilarious."

It was like they were friends all over again.

"You alright?" Shikamaru asked, doing a quick scan of her physical condition, she stared at him as he did so.

"Are you enjoying this?" She asked tapping her feet.

"What there to enjoy?" he said as he looked away.

"In a weird way, that was offending to me."

He laughed.

"Thanks," Temari said, after her cold, cold attitude, still came back to her, "for 'saving' me," she did it with the air quotes.

She started walking towards the door, Shikamaru stopped her.

"Hey," he said, "your computer work."

She glanced back at the storyboard of her video, she had painstakingly planned the whole thing out.

She stepped back towards the computer, "I don't need it anymore," she said deleting the file, "I've decided to follow the flow, go where life takes me."

"I totally don't understand what you've just said or to what extent the relevancy," he said walking out to the hallway with her, "but I do know that whatever it is, it is not as troublesome as you."

She stopped on her tracks, "speaking of troublesome. I'm going to be awefully straight forward and very blunt with this, but do you… er… how should I put this… have this thing for me?"

That question sure was awkward.

"Thing?" he pretended not to understand, so it gave him time to think properly of his choices.

"Since you're pretend again, and obviously trying to avoid the subject… I guess not," she continued walking, "sorry for being too open."

He might as well confess, he would never, in his life have such an opportunity in which just by saying yes or no, expresses whatever he was feeling. Anyways, the truth was just near by, it wouldn't hurt, would it?

"Hey," he caught up to her and held her by the hand.

She tensed up a bit.

"I… er…" Shikamaru stuttered, "yeah I do."

She was quiet for a while.

"I do, as in like you, as in not a friend kind of like…" his mind was in a whirlwind, "like… not a platonically kind of like, no not that, but er… like I want to have sex with you kind of like."

That sounded really wrong.

Temari blushed, which was very unusual. She felt the grip of Shikamaru's hand tighten around hers.

It was a dark hallway. Just the two of them, caught in an extremely awkward situation.

He wanted to kick himself.

Literally.

"I want to have sex with you kind of like?" Shikamaru screamed at himself in his head, "what the fuck is wrong with me? What have I become?"

"Er… that… hmmm… came out really, really wrong," Shikamaru muttered, "I'm sorry. I… I just like you alot."

The he did something irrational, out of his mind, mad, psychotic, he kissed her.

He released her hand and held her elbows, pulling her closer to him until their bodies clashed upon each other. Temari was shocked beyond imagination, she couldn't move, her usual quick reflexes failed her, she was completely under his control.

He directed his face towards herself and came upon her lips, soft and gently like a deer. He didn't kiss her like he was hungry or rough, he kissed her with a lot of passion and loved that I consumes her and allowed her to fall into the same trance. She closed her eyes and allowed him, for the moment, to enjoy himself, because just at that same time she was having the time of her life.

"Shikamaru," she said pulling away, "I'm not going to have sex with you any time soon and I might not be your girlfriend after this, but I can be your friend, and when I'm mature enough to sort out my feelings and everything…"

"The offer still stands," Shikamaru said smiling, "so I'm just a friend?"

Temari smiled, "for the moment."


She had came to him yesterday, she said she needed a place to spend the night, so he allowed her to stay there with him. Now she was lying on the couch in the staff room and he was the only teacher inside. The other teacher had conveniently when to the dance and have a hell of a time. He was here, typing out his mission report when she was presumably sleeping.

He had given up on Kurenai a fucking long time ago when Anko told him about Asuma and her relationship. Against Asuma, he didn't stand a chance.

"Are you at some porn site?" Anko muttered from under the blankets, "you've been staring at that machine since I came in."

Kakashi closed the window and whirled his chair around to face her, "you woke up. And no, I wasn't at a porn site, sorry to disappoint you."

"Do you like a lot of work?" Anko asked, "cause you've been typing and typing non- stop."

Kakashi thought for a while, "what else can I do besides type and type non- stop?"

"Talk," Anko offered, "talk to me. I'm bored to shits."

Kakashi looked a little confused, "what do you want to talk about?"

Anko thought for a while, there has been something she had been meaning to ask him for a very long time, "tell me, what do you know about Shikamaru?"

It hit him like a slap, "Shikamaru? What about him?"

She was testing him, he knew that. She was suspicious about what he does.

"Anything, anything you have found out," Anko said.

"Err… It's confidential," Kakashi said.

"You've already told me so much," Anko muttered under her breath, "and the rest is confidential, face it Kakashi, you haven't figured shit yet, have you?"

Kakashi was stumped, "what do you know?"

Anko got up and slowly walked towards him, "from what I gather, the only things you're interested about is a particular someone's blood. I gave you a chance to collect your sample, but you didn't and I want to know why?"

She had figured it out, she had seen past his lies and his acting.

"You were hard to comprehend," Anko said, "but hey, I'm part genius after all."

"Look Anko I don't want to hurt you," Kakashi said, "but I can't help it that the blood sample that I am required to collect is yours, you don't know what their going to do with the blood sample I giving to them they-"

"Cloning," Anko said, "their using it to make many many clones of me."

Kakashi didn't bother to ask how she found out, "and if I don't give it to them I would lose my job, but if I give to them, I would lose something else, Anko it's really really complicated and who know what their going to do with all those clones."

"You should care more about your job," Anko said as she walked towards the exit, "you have something to work towards I have… nothing, don't care about me, really, your concern would be wasted."

She closed he door, careful not to slam it.

She went to the toilet and cried, she loved him too much. She loved him to the point where she wouldn't think herself as a human. She loved him and that created a hole in her, an entrance, a gap, a weakness, and she was never weak, but he made the impossible.

Just by seeing that calm, undaunted face made her realized that there was something worth living for. She felt dirty having those sick little dreams and kinky little fantasies of the two of them, she shouldn't, it was like using someone elses body for her own pleasure against the guys own will.

She hated herself for thinking that there might be a possibility that he might like her the way she liked him. She hated herself for knowing that he doesn't, but still remaining stubborn with her feelings. She hated herself for know that Hope was still trapped in Pandora's little box.

She hated herself.


"Hey," Yui stopped the girl before her, "aren't you Temari's friend?"

Hinata nodded, "I'm Hinata, you're Yui and Milla sama right?"

Milla smiled, "you're a nice little girl, where's your date?"

"Oh," Hinata was embarrassed, "I came here alone."

"Really?" Deidara, Milla's date intruded, "that sucks."

Milla shot him a glance like she was trying to say 'show some sympathy'.

"But…" Deidara quickly continued, "you look nice enough to get a date like right now."

"Yeah Hinata," Yui smiled, "do that, after today all the hot guys in the school are off- limit, you know."

Itachi came over to Yui, "my little princess," he stroked her cheek, "do you want to dance?"

She took his out reached hand and walked away.

"We should get dancing too Milla," Deidara said, "before they change the song into something deadly cheesy."

Milla gave Hinata a look and Hinata assured her that she'll be fine on her own. She watched as Milla and Deidara walked to the dance floor. Deidara held Milla in his arms like he was holding on to his dear life, like he really loved her in a sense that she has to be untouched by anyone else.

Hinata would like that, she would like to feel loved and belonged, she wanted it so bad that it hurts and especially since you know, somewhere out there, your parents, you birth parents are waiting for you. Hoping and praying that you come back in their arms and rejoice over your reunion.

She remembered it was hard, having no parents come to collect your report card, having no one but your friends parents to sign consent forms, having no one to scold you for obtaining horridly bad marks and even though she had no clue to where are her parents are or how they look like, she was so sure, so damn sure that they wanted to see her as badly as she wanted to see them.

And then, she would finally be able to know, to understand why they left her there in the cold, chilly night at the Haruno's door step.

In such circumstances she would cry, she would start wondering why was all this bad things happening to her. She was all alone in the miserably lonely dance, Ino and Sakura were dancing with their dates, Tenten was probably doing weird, random things with Neji and Temari was probably curled up in the warmth of Shikamaru. The people she called 'family' had left her there, all alone.

Her parents left her there.

Her friends left her there.

It was like today was officially declared 'have some fun and forget about Hinata' day.

It was mean of her to think like that, they had their own freedom and she wasn't one to argue about it.

"YUI!" someone shouted, "HI!"

Hinata looked towards the source of the voice, it was Kiba, and he was undoubtly high on… sugar?

"YUI!" he yelled again, "COME, HAHA, I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!"

He was making a scene.

Hinata knew that it was against her better judgment to run over and shut his little trap. But she did it anyways, because she liked to see how people loved each other- that was the closest she would ever get.

"Inuzuka Kiba," Hinata came over, "stop calling your senior, you're ruining her night!"

"Me ruin her night," Kiba scoffed, "she's dancing with that Itachi, now tell me whose night is ruined."

Hinata didn't understand, "what?"

"Kiba," Yui warned, "that's enough. Sit."

And just like a dog, he did so obediently and laid his head on the table.

"Hey Kiba," Naruto shook him, "hey."

Kiba laid there motionless, his eyes closed, not muttering a single word.

"Youthful Kiba," Lee patted his back, "wakie wakie!"

After several fail attempts, they gave up, he wasn't waking anytime soon.

Naruto laid back on his chair and looked at Hinata, "yo Hinata."

"Hi Naruto- kun," she smiled, "your friend Kiba sleeps like a rock."

"He's so still," Lee said looking at Kiba, a little worried.

"A little too still," Hinata said placing her finger under his nostrils, she waited for the gust of air to exit his windpipes, but it didn't.

"Kiba?" Naruto called, "hey this is fucking seriously man, wake up."

"SOMEONE CALL 911!" Hinata screamed, "CALL 911!"

Fumiko ran over, "what happened?" She asked checking Kiba's breathing status, "he's not breathing. Call 911!" She turned towards Hinata, "is he allergic to any chemical? Does he have any medical history? What did he consume?"

"No. No. Sugar and that glass of punch," Naruto pointed to the innocent glass of punch on the table.

"That's my glass," Milla said coming forward, "I left it there cause Deidara wanted to dance."

"Did you drink it?" Asuma sen- sei caming into the picture.

Milla shook her head.

Asuma looked around at all the students, "where did you get it from."

"We didn't get it," Yui stepped forward, "one waiter gave it to us."

"Waiter?" Ino said, "we didn't hire any waiters."

"Us?," Asuma ignored Ino, "as in who else?"

Yui looked at Milla, "there was Milla, Fumiko, Caroline, Aki and me."

"Did you drink it, Yui?" Kurenai asked.

"No I didn't, I dropped the glass by accident," Yui said pointing to the puddle on the floor, "but I'm not sure about the others."

"I'm fine," Fumiko said, "it smelt like strawberry, I'm allergic to strawberries so I didn't drink it."

Kurenai frantically looked around, "Caroline and Aki, where are they?"

"Caroline's here," a voice shouted, "excuse me."

Two people pushed through the crowd, one was Caroline herself and the other was Sasori.

"I didn't drink it," Caroline said, "before I could, I was told that the Shiho girl broke into the school compounds and without drinking the punch, Sasori and I went to the weaponry room to check up on the katanas."

"Someone spiked the drink," Zetsu said, coming over with Aki, "Aki and I are sensitive to such poison, she couldn't drink it because the smell was too strong."

Asuma went and smelt the drink of himself, "it doesn't have a strong smell, does it, Kurenai?"

Kurenai took the glass and sniffed it, "no it doesn't, how could it be strong."

Aki sighed, "our parents are botanists, we have been in contact with these plant originated chemicals since birth and since it's concentration is around… say… seventy percent, it has a strong smell, to us, of course."

"The drink contains a rare plant pigment that can be found very sparsely on this earth," Zetsu explained, "but this scarcity isn't to be taken for granted, a single drop of poison from this plant can kill a whole flock of sheeps. Since the concentration is the poison is around seventy percent, I doubt that boy can survive this."

"Unless," Aki started, "unless we neutralize the acid with an alkali that is equally powerful."

Asuma lit up, "where do we get those?"

Aki shook her head, "the government controls the flow of this chemical, only the hospitals are allowed to issue it to selected patients, we can only hope that they get here on time."

Kurenai took out a walkie talkie she so conveniently kept with her, "hello this is Kurenai speaking, I'm am ordering a complete shut down of all entrances and exits of the school, until further notice no on is allowed to enter or exit the school, not until further notice," she kept it away, "now, tell me, who should we suspect to be this 'waiter'?"

"Someone with high knowledge of Botany and has access to these rare plant species," Zetsu said, "and by that I had just made Aki and myself a prime suspect."

Genma who stood quietly at the side lines was orderly to bring the two teenagers to a holding facility in the school.

The rest of the students were all stuck in the school, no one was able to enter nor exit. That was a good thing, a smart plan with a flaw- we trap the murderer in the school too.


"When they catch that bastard," Deidara said on their way to the amphitheatre, "I'm going to stuff my newly invented clay explosives up his pants and watch his manhood burst into flames."

Milla laughed, "I don't think it would be that easy, he was wearing a mask when he served us, he could be anyone, he could be you."

They entered the theatre and headed for the stage, where a grand piano stood among other instruments.

"I have a recital next Monday," Milla said walking up the stage, "I need to practice."

Deidara smiled, "I know, that's why I brought this," he flashed out a canvas, "I need to complete the drawing the exhibition is… tomorrow? You're coming, am I right?"

Milla nodded, "whatever, just don't make it too obvious it's me."

"Are you afraid to show the world that you're the most beautiful girl out there?" Deidara joked, "anyways, I just realized that I had mistaken the dark blue for black, they look exactly the same. Stay here and practice whatever song, I'll dash to the art room and grad the correct tube of paint. Damn, Konan should have ordered the freshmen to tag all the paint."

"Ha. Ha. Ha," Milla laughed monotonously, "you don't even know the song I'm playing, it's called 'Her Last Breath' by yours truly, me."

Deidara walked out of the theatre with his fingers stuck into his ears, "sorry dear, I didn't catch that? What were you saying?"

He left.


A/N: READ THIS! Ok, this is like sort of a warning, to those who aren't fans of gore, I'm not. But I just want to tell you that the next few scenes might post disturbing images into your head, so beware! No rape though. Worry not.

For those gore lovers or if you're just deadly curious, please carry on reading. However, if you want skip all those jibber jabber, you can scroll down and look for this: HERE, clear enough? Scroll slowly then.


"This is an ANBU cop speaking, Officer, I would like to report a murder that occurred in a nearby high school. The victim was mutilated very badly; her limbs were all chopped off, hands and the legs. No blood seem to be present… I think this is a case you should look into yourself, Officer, all I can say that there was much brutality."


The ANBU surrounded the compounds of the amphitheatre, no one was allowed in unless he or she is authorized. There were rumors though, that a senior, the President of Band was killed brutally.

Deidara was seen escorted out of the theatre by four ANBU cops around him, he had a straight face that was expressionless and a canvas covered by a white cloth.

Students, reporters, all the same tried to approach him with numerous questions to be answered, but only the Akatsuki (with the exception of Zetsu) and the three other girls had the permission to speak to him. He was said to be the one who discovered the body.

Hinata, Sakura, Ino, Tenten and Temari all stood in the background with some of their school classmates, quietly observing the whole chaos.

Spiked drinks and now murder. Something was definitely up.

Hinata had other things on her mind, she was trying to understand Deidara's feelings and emotions. She was wondering about his odd composure when someone he had proclaimed his love to has passed on? This was a very peculiar reaction to a death of a loved one. Maybe because she was sick, Hinata had heard one of the five girls having a strange illness that might take her life.

"No, wait…" she stopped herself, "that was Yui. What exactly happened?"


The ANBU cops specializing in crime scene forensics were milling the place, busy try to find hair strands of fingerprints of DNA leftovers, so far they had come to nothing. Some of them were also examining the body for the cause of death and it has been apparent that someone had skillfully done all this and left hardly enough evidence to track him or her down.

The body was cut into seven different parts, all sprawled across the floor. The hands were the only two parts that were placed somewhere else- a top the piano keys, completely staining the white ivory keys with blood and seeping into the wood in between. The nails on the fingers had been pulled out like they where shells on a peanut, and placed on the bench in a tiny pile.

Her legs had been cut off her body and had been drained off all it's blood just like every other body part, there was no blood left. The bones of her legs had been crushed into tiny fragments, broken into little parts and grinded like it was powder.

The body was dissected into two different parts, the upper and lower.

The upper was from the ribs all the way to half the neck. There were stab marks around the ribs and mostly at the chest area and scratch marks like a cat had clawed it's claws all over it.

The lower had been brutally managed with, there was a cut in her belly button that has been ripped open forcefully, with the skin lying around that part, as if it were a mango being torn from it's flesh.

The last and most gruesome was her head. It had been chopped off like Sundays meatloaf and her eyes had been gouged out, leaving the sockets empty with maggots crawling all over. her nose had been cut in a way it seemed like a knife had casually went up her nostril and had been twisted around several times before being pulled out. Her ears were chopped off and was stuffed into her mouth which was being cut from side to side all the way to where her ear originally was. She looked like she was smiling. This gives evidence to the saying 'grinning from ear to ear'. Where as for her hair, it had been knotted into many many dead knots and there were some empty patches where hair originally was, but had been brutally pulled out.

All in all it was gory, gruesome, grotesque. No word could explain what the ANBU cops had saw.

Whatever it is, the killer has a very, very good imagination.

"Officer," one of the ANBU cops called from the piano side, "I think I found her missing organs."

Oh yes, her organs. They are missing- no wait, they were missing.

He pulled out a garbage bag from the piano body and dumped it onto the floor.

"It's all in here Officer," he opening it up, "the lungs, the liver, the brain, the heart… everything."

The Officer went over to look for himself, it almost made him puke, the organs have decomposed in the damp, dark conditions of the piano body.


HERE.

The continuation is NOT a different scene.


"Where is the blood?" he asked, "we haven't found it yet, Officer."

He turned to the rest of the ANBU cops, "any of you guys found her blood?"

"No," one of the senior cop said, "nothing has been found, nothing that might give us any clues on the killer."

"Officer, over here," one of the ANBU forensic scientist called, "I found something carved on her arm."

The Officer read the words, "Her Last Breath. What does that mean?"

"The witness claimed that she was practicing for a piano recital," the cop said, "and the song was 'Her Last Breath'."

The Officer nodded, "anything else?"

The cop shook his head, "no, Sir."


The students had been sent home at around one thirty the next morning and was told not to come to school until Thursday.

They were to report home right away and not loiter around the neighborhood with their friends. They were also to go home in a group of no less than three and to lock the doors of their house and windows to their room.

Every student was to stay at their houses the following day, Wednesday, and would not be permitted to walk more than twenty feet away from the main door.


The very next day, the paper boy came and sent the newspaper as usual. The five girls gathered around the dining table and read the headlines.

Senior brutally killed on Homecoming Night

There, in the newspaper, they had a not so graphic picture of the body and a few description of the scene at the side.

"Her mouth had been cut from ear to ear," Sakura read, "ewww…"

"It's in the picture," Ino pointed out, "what a lovely way to end a dance I so diligently planned. Oh well, at least that didn't happen to me."

"Ino," Temari scolded, "did you say that her lips had been cut from ear to ear?"

Sakura nodded.

"Where are you going?" Hinata asked Temari who was running into the room.

She didn't answer.

"She's got something?" Ino asked.

"She's got something," Tenten confirmed, "that movie junkie always gets something."

"I KNEW IT!" Temari screamed.

"Yup," Hinata said, "she did have something."

"Something I want to know," Sakura said heading towards the room with the other girls closely behind.

"I knew it," Temari said when she saw them come in, "no wonder it sounded so familiar. Mouth cut from ear to ear. There was a crime committed in fourteen January 1947. A girl, widely known as The Black Dahlia, was murdered. Her body was found in Leimert Park, Los Angeles. And her mouth her been cut from ear to ear, just like Tamanaki Milla."

"Who was her killer?" Tenten asked.

"Till this day," Temari sighed, "no one has figured out. Her blood had been similarly drained out too."

"How did you know about this anyway?" Sakura asked.

"There was a movie, but not many people in Japan watch it, it's not really popular here," Temari explained, "but I did and I got interested and began Googling it."

Ino gasped, "you, you could be the murderer!"

Temari rolled her eyes, "yeah right, I should have killed you first. Opps! My mistake."

"She could have," Tenten said with a cheeky grin, "she was with Shikamaru the whole night through."

"You make it sound like they did something," Ino said nudging Tenten.

Hinata was shocked, "you… you… guys hooked up?"

"No," Temari said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "how can that be?"

"What?" Sakura asked, "he didn't do anything?"

"Nothing at all," Ino said closing up on her.

Temari was blushing.

"Uh oh," Tenten said naughtily, "so they did did something, spill."

Temari moved back, they followed. She backed away until there was no way to move. She was surrounded by those curious, excited girls.

"He kissed me," Temari admitted, "shesh was that so exciting."

In actual fact, just thinking about it made her heart leap into the fucking air.

The other girls gasped.

"He kissed you?" Hinata asked.

"HE KISSED YOU?" Ino screamed madly.

"Yes, yes," Temari said, pretending to be absorbed into her computer, "nothing interesting."

"AHHHH!" Sakura screamed along with Ino, "how did it feel?"

"Like magic?"

"Like sweets?"

"Did you hear fireworks?"

"Was he a good kisser?"

"Did you kiss back?"

"Did you flick you leg up like Princess Mia in Princess Diaries?"

"Did he whisk you up in the air?"

"Was he passionate or rough?"

"CALM DOWN!" Temari yelled, "you guys have been watching too much TV."

They eyed her.

"Ok, ok, it sounds totally ironic, but…" Temari dragged her sentence.

"But?" Sakura prompt, "how did it feel?"

"Tell me," Temari finally said, "when you kiss Sasuke, tell me how it feel. It may feel just the same."

Ino put her hands on her hips, "but was it good or bad?"

Temari turned back to her computer and smiled to herself, "brilliant."


A/N: For those who skipped it. The senior, Tamanaki Milla, the one who has been going out with Deidara died. ANBU cops are trying to find the culprit behind this mess.

It's currently 9:30pm. I haven't done any of my homework, I still have additional mathematics and social studies… save me. My hands are practically dying, in the process. But I hope you liked it. Seriously, someone (I'm not going to mention who) has been chasing me to post this chapter. I hope I didn't upset you, I hope I didn't upset any of you… Sorry if I have any spelling errors, I'm not a computer geek, don't know how to use Beta, no clue.

About The Black Dahlia, if you think I made it up, well think again. Wiki it yourself, she did die like that, just a little less scarier.

Ok, so thank you and review or you'll be sorry. (Honestly, that's getting old)

Next Chapter: The Most Dangerous Game

Our heroes are on the hunt for the criminal behind the killing of Tamanaki Milla. Shiho is still bothering them, that code- breaking leech! There was supposed to be an art exhibition, is it still on? Will Kiba survive? And wait- someone's going to die? Find out who in the next episode of The High School Chronicles!

P.S: The title The Most Dangerous Game was adapted from a book I haven't read. It was mentioned in the movie Zodiac, another true murderer case which is not solve, though in the movie it is, but hey, it's a movie!

Thanks, once again, review! Haha.