Hai hai!

I'm late. This was supposed to be out yesterday. oops!

Ok just so u know the dreams have nothing to do with anything. I might decide to have the Akatsuki come for some yum yums tho. :)

Ok. I am making a HUGE change!! KK. in this world of mines, anime is not anime, b/c we r anime and that makes no sense. Like we watch tv shows and reality shows and stuff like that, anime is going to be a show with real actors. I was like "I want to serve the cast of FMA...aww man!! I made them an anime! Now I can't serve them! wahhh!! I wanted Ed."

So now it's changed. 'Cause I just finished the FMA series and movie and was like 'they just really need to be in here'.

Ok the really random part at the end might be like, a Gaara fangirls dream or something and personally i was like 'heh heh' when i wrote it, but me in the story is like 'hell to the no'

(D:) don't Naruto Bleach own I or.

There seemed to be a banner hanging above.

'Join the Akatsuki.'

Join the Akatsuki?

Who??

I continued walking, slightly unaware of my surroundings due to the dimness of the cave. I noticed a couch as I continued in deeper.

To me, it wasn't logical to have a couch stationed in a cave the way it was. But maybe, according to the clues, that there was a slight possibility of this cave being the home of this joinable group known as the Akatsuki.

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I woke up with an aching brain. Once again, these strange dreams were not remembered. They were flushed out at arousal.

The night before I had taken a shower, growing a liking to that seeing as taking a shower in the mornings led to momentary blindness, so I changed into an all black outfit, hoping I would draw in heat from the nonexistent sun that appeared to despise us and not show its face in Canada.

It was noon and my parents were still asleep due to a late night at work. I sighed and went to the living room to catch something on tv. There wasn't anything that caught my interest so I went outside for a walk. I came across a store on the corner and went in it. I walked around and something caught my eye. A display with packets of fake blood left over from Halloween. I thought about Gaara and the ketchup. He took a liking to it. I grabbed two packets and bought them, then went home.

There was nothing to do and there was two and a half hours left. I returned to my room and watched a few episodes of FullMetal Alchemist before it was time to call the taxi company and get picked up by my friend Mr. Taxi Man.

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I looked at the building where I was currently employed. It was actually very beautiful. The structure was based on Greek architecture and it was very tall, reminding me of one of the buildings I saw in America when I visited. (A/N: the real me is american :p) I walked up the steps and entered the dining room. I paused briefly. I hadn't seen Mr. French in such a long time that I thought he died. I decided to look for him. I walked around a lot and then remembered the office that Gaara and I invaded for the computer. Where was that again? I walked around some more and found the hallway that housed the offices. I slowly and quietly walked to the open door and peeked in. Mr. French was on the phone talking frantically in German for some odd reason, but I was glad that he was alright.

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I went around our dining room and sat at a booth. It was very comfortable and I could see why people liked this restaurant. It was very clean all around and dark but sophisticated.

The front door opened and a boy and a girl walked in, bickering. I studied them. One had orange hair and was at least two feet taller than the girl, who had black hair. They must have been from the same school because their uniforms were similar. I stopped myself from staring when I realized they were being seated at a booth in front of me. I quickly got out of the booth and ran into the kitchen. Gaara was putting on his jacket. When he saw me he threw mines at me. I said my thanks and put it on. I waited around for the ever so anticipated orders up that we've grown so used to. "You know how on cooking shows they prep?" I asked breaking the silence.

"Yeah," he said looking at the ceiling.

"Do you think we should start doing that?"

"Nah."

"Orders up."

We walked over to the door and took the tickets. We each prepared what was on our tickets and shipped them out. I couldn't help but to linger outside the door and look at the one booth. The boy with the orange hair was very good looking, but he was probably very old. Like college student old or something. He was tall like one.

"Hey," said my waiter friend. There was like five on each side of the kitchen door and yet I only took a liking to this one. You see, they stood behind what looked like a bar area though since they were all minors, they weren't allowed to handle alcoholic beverages.

"Hey there," I said smiling. I looked back at the booth. Wait a minute. College students don't wear uniforms; what was I thinking? That boy is in the high school. How bizarre...

"Ichigo! Give me back my potato!" It came from the petite girl. Could've fooled me.

"Too late," he said and popped it in his mouth.

I turned around and walked back to our kitchen. I was afraid of what that girl would do to the poor thing. I didn't see Gaara. Where did he go? He's normally just right here. Where did he go!?

"Lookin' for me?" said a deep, stiff voice.

I turned around and almost slapped my head. He was to the right of the door and I didn't sense him there.

"Yeah, just..." I trailed off. I looked at him. He was leaning against the wall, eyes closed. "Oh!" I said. "I just remembered something!" I handed him some packets I pulled from my pants pocket.

He took them and looked at me. "Fake blood . . . .in a packet.." he said.

"Well I remembered how much you love ketchup so I saw it and thought of you."

He looked at me for a while and a smirk crossed his face. "How sweet. But can I eat it?"

"Um...no..."

"Then what's the use if it's not edible?"

I took one of the packets from his hand, opened it, and smeared some on the wall. "This just screams 'Gaara was here.'"

"You're gonna need more packets," he said, shaking his head.

I gave him a look like 'Oh' and gave the packet back to him, seeing as it was not used up.

He lightly put his finger in it and put some on my nose.

I looked down on it, becoming cross eyes. "Um okay." I said and looked back up at him.

He shook his head and wiped it off. "Blood looks strange on you for some odd reason. Maybe because it was fake," the last part was said to himself.

Sand began to form and crossed over to the counter that contained an S class series of knives. It chose one of medium size and returned it to its controller. The knife was in his hand.

"Oh hecks no," I said, "You are not drawing blood from me."

"Just a small prick," he said and I was pinned to my spot by sand. He brought the knife to my left cheek and sliced a clean cut about a centimeter in length. I watched as a trickle of blood ran down my cheek for seconds before it was lopped up in sort of a slow teasing way, but personally I thought it was disgusting. Moving his tongue away from my face, he grabbed my left hand and put it on the cheek.

"Apply pressure. It'll stop," he said and walked away while the sand that was knee high dropped and disappeared.

Crazy creepy eyeball popping moment number two. I wonder what the next will be. Sexual assau- you know what; I don't wanna know.

Told you!!

I want a small little out takes kind of thing here again. People liked them.

Take #1:

Me: You know how on cooking shows they eat spaghetti?

Gaara: Looks at ceiling. Yeah.

Me: Do you think we should start doing that?

Gaara: Nah.

Take#2:

Me: You know how on cooking shows they forget their lines?

Gaara: Looks at ceiling. Yeah.

Me: Do you think we should start doing that?

Gaara: Nah.

Take #3:

Gaara: Just a small prick. Cuts me licks me.

Me: Licks back.

Take#4:

Rukia: I'm gonna kill you Ichigo!!! runs at him. falls flat on her face.

Ichigo: I got a potato. I got a potato. I got a potato, hey hey hey hey. (reference to the Little Rascals)