I wrote the first part of this extremely pissed, boys being stupid and me still not over an ex. I think it shows….

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Deidara

Tobi has done it. I'm going to fucking kill him and his death won't even be art. It will be long slow and painful.

Tobi was backing away from me, "Now all Tobi asked was if Misaki leaving what caused him to be so angry."

Screaming I yell, "That it you are going to die by suffocation, un!" I chasing Tobi I almost forget the razor blades over my heart.

I didn't really try to save her and now she's gone. And I'm taking my pain on Tobi. I imagine that each swing I take at Tobi is Misaki.

Harder and harder and hopefully I'll forget her.

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Her rare smile, her crazy work ethic, and the time she glared back in the washer room; all of the memories of her just kept bouncing back and forth. It was like I being dragged across glass and hot pokers were being stab through my heart.

Sometimes the memories and pain faded to the background, to the point it only gnawed on the edges of my conciseness.

Fuck since when did I become a sentimental bastard. Glass crunched beneath my hand but the primal pain was so much better.

I'm a shinobi, not some romantic fool in a fucking one side romance with a servant.

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Misaki

His car drove away; I stood frozen by the window until I couldn't hear the engine anymore. The weight lifted off of chest made me feel like a helium balloon. But I wasn't out of the woods yet and that feeling was like a lead weight tying my helium balloon down.

I grabbed a bag that I hid in my closet went in to the bastards room and took all of his cash hidden in his socks.

I'm taking my life back.

It was night time and I couldn't find a place to sleep in this god forsaken town. I wander down the almost empty main street, just a few drunks cat calling at me.

The church in front of me was unlocked and I entered the sanctuary. The church was big enough to have a hall in the basement and I decide to sleep on the mattresses piled high in the corner that were most likely for when people from New Orleans needed shelter from hurricanes. It was better than home.

Light rays came in from the short windows and I almost when back to sleep. Until I heard voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I hid further in my corner, please don't find me.

I awoke with a start and a wicked headache. Were those my memories?

I lie back down and put a pillow over my head, make the hornets' nest in my head go away please.

But they didn't go away and I might as well make breakfast for Genma again. And get some water while I'm at it.

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As I make some omelets I feel lost. I have an incredible urge to sing, but singing is what got me into this mess in the first place….

"Hey why are you frowning?" I look over my shoulder; it was Genma looking genuinely concerned. I feel bad because he looked worried about me ever since Lady Tsunade and Mr. Jiraiya made him leave while they debriefed me. It was one of the most painful and humiliating things I have ever done, memory or not.

I thought about what I was going to say and I almost whispered, "About everything…." I flipped the omelet over, "the first one is done, and you should eat it before it gets cold."

Genma took a plate, "Thanks, you're going to spoil me if you keep making me food. Hey Misaki do you want to hang out with Ino and her team?"

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