Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

The Blurring Lines

14.

"I'm going to make it clear I'm the boss," I hissed angrily at the two spies. Anko had ignored my requests and demands to change teams.

(Anko crooned at the words I hurled in her face. "Oh, you up to the fucking, boy?"

I reeled. "Crude!" I cried. "You know that's not what I meant!"

"Then why say it?" She continued leering.

"I'm angry! Let me switch teams! I hate that freak!"

"I'm wounded, Miyo-kun." Kabuto sighed theatrically. "Why can't we get along?")

Akado Yoroi sneered—his face was covered by a mask but I could hear it in his voice—at me. "Yeah, right. We listen to a pint-sized kid?" I didn't pay much attention to that idiot. I was more wary of Kabuto.

The silver-haired menace smiled gently at me. "Come now, Miyo-kun, I was unaware that you value your privacy so much. If I did, I would not have published your stats to your friends. Can we turn over a new leaf and start over?"

"They're not my friends," I interrupted, finding the need to make it clear. "Unlike you and Yayoi there."

"It's Yoroi," the idiot snapped. "And four-eyes is not my friend."

I kept my eyes fixed on Kabuto unwaveringly. I dimly recalled this boy standing before me had suffered severe identity crisis: so much so that he mimicked Orochimaru's mindset completely just to carve a place for himself in the world. "I don't trust either of you," I declared finally as we waited together before the designated gates to enter the Forest of Death. I was positive Kabuto had pulled strings to ensure his team would be missing one person so I could join them. I suspected that they wanted to mark me.

Bitterly, I was outmatched by circumstances and in battle too.

"Why not?" Kabuto questioned.

"We know nothing of one another!" I pointed out. "Don't tell me you think I'm trustworthy."

"Unfortunately, we just have to trust you regardless. You wouldn't pass without your team intact," Kabuto calmly rejoined.

"Well, give me a general description of yourself then; I need something to work on."

Surprisingly enough, of all words to make his irritable smirk falter, was a simple request for his personality. Kabuto wavered, lips parted slightly, no answer forthcoming.

"Irritable asshole ... kinda obnoxious ... unbearable ... acts like a know-it-all ... kinda obnoxious?" I supplied helpfully, making air quotes to prove my point, and smiling cuttingly at him. Kabuto cracked a rueful smile in response to my own.

"You dislike my personality?"

"No hard feelings, dude. Everyone dislikes me because of my personality, too." I pointed at Yoroi. "Idiot, asshole, arrogant jerk. I think I already have a good grasp on your personality." I bit my thumb to draw blood just as the announcer cranked up the volume and told us to get ready. Chunin leaped down to unlock the gates, wishing us good lucks that I ignored. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu!"

The wolf's howl pierced the air, alerting everyone of its presence. I shot Setsura an unimpressed look. "Showing off, I see." The white wolf was at least six feet tall and ten feet in length. We got along pretty well, if only because no other wolves could talk shit back to me.

Setsura bared her fangs in my direction. "Insolent child, how dare you summon me just to criticize me."

"I want a sharp nose and quick ride to the tower in the middle of the forest. I suppose you can accomplish that much at least?" I asked loftily. "How much do they pay you to do this if you can't do it well?"

"Stop the insults, brat!" Setsura growled irritably, like it had taken her weeks to get here when it was my chakra reserves being halved. The reason we got along badly was because I'd summoned her cub the first time I tried this out, scaring the heck out of her, and I'd held little Tsurara hostage in exchange for a deal: Setsura was my lifelong partner and whenever I summoned a wolf, she would have to be the one to answer and I got a fifty percent discount when it came to the chakra consumed by her traveling here, but her deal was a one day, one time only type. Call me despicable but I was efficient and intelligent—and a cheapskate.

"Yoroi and Kabuto here would be riding with us."

"Hell no," Setsura said.

"I know, right?" I turned to my temporary teammates. "You two better move your hair out of the way and make your collar accessible."

"No way," Yoroi growled better than Setsura could. "You're not expecting us to let this beast carry us all the way there! Besides, we still have an Earth Scroll to retrieve!"

"Were you listening? Setsura can smell fellow ninja as we move through the forest! Now buckle up!" I snapped as I jumped onto Setsura's back. I fisted her soft, white fur. I bet it would be very comfortable to sleep on her. Setsura didn't wait for my command—she was a headstrong thing—and snagged Kabuto and Yoroi up easily.

"Whoa!" they yelped but Setsura was already bounding through the woods. I was still amazed Setsura could talk to me despite how she was clenching her teeth on the males' collar.

"A mile ahead, three humans, northeast. Attack?"

"Sure."

The forest blurred into a blend of brown and green as Setsura increased her pace. I allowed myself to relax: things would be fine.

:: :: ::

It never occurred to me that I had to save Sasuke from the Dark Mark. Oh, wait, that was a Harry Potter thing. I meant, Curse Mark—Curse Seal, whatever, it just spelled bad. I had no particular loyalty towards Konoha and at the rate I was improving, I was unhappy. If Orochimaru could give me a huge boost in power, I was definitely going with him—and Sasuke of course.

I wanted that power.

I have no particular need for it but I wanted it; my very existence threatened to extinguish if I fell behind Sasuke's level. I could not tolerate being weaker than so many individuals.

It frightened me slightly, to want such power for no reason but to simply be drunk on power and be the one at the top. I didn't think about who I could protect (Sasuke could definitely protect himself, he didn't need me, pssh) but of merely being able to kick ass.

... I was a terrible excuse of a human being. But let's not dwell on things we already know too well.

Luckily, even though Yoroi picked fights, Kabuto didn't do much beyond calling warnings that were painfully obvious that I decked him just to shut him up. He had a dry sense of humor and lightened the mood between us by joking, even though they were made of poor tastes.

I never sensed Killing Intent. Not even once. I guess Orochimaru had his eyes set on the older brother instead of the younger one. I stamped down the jealousy. Why the hell would I want a creep of fifty years to notice me? This was supposed to be a good thing.

"You do not have the Sharingan, do you?"

Huh? Since when did the conversation turned to this? I bristled defensively, almost as good as Setsura who currently rested behind me as we decided to stop for the evening and set up camp (because Yoroi had been KO'ed), at his words and tone. "I don't need it to be good at genjutsu," I snapped waspishly.

"I'm not implying you're weak or anything," he placated me. "I was just asking."

"Then either you missed some details during your information-gathering or I forgot to tell anyone," I drawled satirically.

"You know, I might actually like you."

I wrinkled my nose at that. "I have my charms," I allowed haughtily.

I was unwilling to spend a night in the forest with those two but smacking Yoroi awake proved to be useless. He was out like a light and his condition made the Heaven Scroll we'd acquired seem useless even though now all we need to do was reach the checkpoint. I scowled at the fire burning between us. Setsura's snoring growls filled the air and her fur made an inviting bed but I didn't feel like sleeping yet. So I decided to make conversation. Kabuto was supposed to keep first watch so ...

"Kabuto-san?" I snagged on the suffix at the end just in the nick of time.

"Hm?"

"You're a medic-nin, right?" I recalled how he'd checked Yoroi's body responses after that Kumo-nin had done a number on him. His hand had glowed briefly as he healed the concussion and broken ribs Yoroi had, but our teammate had yet to wake up.

"I'm in training to be one," Kabuto agreed mildly. "Why?" He asked, adjusting his glasses so they flashed, hiding the emotion that flickered in his eyes.

"Can you teach me?" I asked as nicely as possible.

Kabuto blinked. "I didn't take you for the type to do healing but you have to know that the use of medical ninjutsu requires very advanced chakra control, as well as extensive knowledge on such things as herbs, medicines, the human body and even poisons."

"I do have excellent control," I huffed, crushing an ant beneath my sandal. "I don't plan on becoming a medic-nin but if I'm seriously injured in battle, I want to heal myself—so I don't need to know shit about herbs and medicines. You can start by teaching me the human body. I'll learn poisons myself later."

"How ambitious of you," Kabuto remarked after awhile, as if he had been at loss as to what to say.

I stood, dragged Yoroi around the fire and over to Kabuto. "We'll practice on him," I declared, about to strip Yoroi naked when Kabuto pulled me away.

"Er, we don't leap straight to it—please calm down, Miyo-kun, and let me explain before you decide to commit murder." Kabuto raised both palms, a convincingly nervous smile twitching on his lips and I brandished my fist in front of his nose. "We train with tiny animals—reptilians, preferably. I'm not sure about this, I've never been a teacher ... especially not one to someone like you."

"I'll take that as a compliment." I scanned the forest area. Funny how when you wanted a squirrel to drop acorns on you and it was gone. Then my ears caught soft hooting. "Can owls do the trick?"

Kabuto shrugged. "I suppose."

"Wait here," I told him and darted off, nicking a kunai from my pouch and diving into the direction where I had heard the bird from before. I was wary of an ambush but I caught the owl without much trouble—I relished in the fact that I could keep up with a bird when I couldn't do it in my last life—and returned to the camp site. "If it dies, we can eat it."

Kabuto's face told me how appealing he found that idea was as he gently plucked the bird off the ground and situated it on Yoroi's chest like it was an operation table. "You could've killed this bird if you dug that kunai deeper," he observed.

"Dude, that's why I didn't. I need it alive." I pinned Kabuto a calculating look. "Well, sensei?"

"All medic-nins are masters of Shosen Jutsu. These are the hand seals," Kabuto explained, sounding only the tiniest bit reluctant. I didn't bother prying into his reasons for helping me, I just watched avidly, committing the hand seals to memory. His hands glowed a soft green. "You have to remove any killing intent in it. This technique is meant to heal even though it can momentarily overload your enemy's circulation and render them unconscious. It is vital to match the amount of chakra used to the severity of the affliction or injury."

Was that what he did to Yoroi? Why? Was it to ensure we would be staying longer in the forest?

A deep frown marred my face but I tried to mask my unease, focusing instead on his words. Better not let him touch me.

I actually understood his explanation. "You know," I said conversationally as Kabuto removed the kunai from the bird's gut and started healing it, "if you ever tire of your occupation, you can always retire to the Academy to teach. Your explanation is easier to understand than Suzune's."

"I heard you were a problem child; you skipped school often," Kabuto said, using one hand to pin the squawking bird down. "Now you try, even though I don't believe you can do it."

"The wound is minor now, right? So I only need a little chakra ..." I formed the hand seals moderately fast, summoning my chakra through the movement of my fingers. My hands was suddenly warmed, like someone had clasped their cold hands over mine to warm it—that sort of warm. "Hey, it can double as a source of light!" I turned my palms aroun, stretching my hands ahead of me, and stared at it.

"You need to concentrate," Kabuto chided.

"Oh, right." I placed my glowing hands over the bird's, watching. "... It's not working."

"If you had the Sharingan, it would've been easier to tell what's wro—"

"Stop rubbing it in, jerk!"

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Kabuto tucked a strand of silver hair away. "Maybe you're spending too little chakra. We use chakra to speed up the healing process of the victim's body."

Three minutes later, I was squawking, "Why is the bird flopping like a dead fish?!"

"Pipe down." Kabuto batted my hands away. "Too much chakra, you're killing it." Lower, under his breath, he muttered, "So much for excellent chakra control."

"Because you didn't specify the proper amount!"

"I told you already: average!"

I tried again. I admit, the reason I had been failing so far was because I couldn't stand Kabuto standing behind me … where I couldn't see him and at least predict any malicious intent. I grounded my teeth in annoyance when Kabuto's shadow hovered critically over me. "This …" I struggled for reasons to excuse how the owl's chest had inflated from chakra and looked about to burst—because I had unconsciously imbued my chakra nature into it. I turned to glare at Kabuto who had plastered his look of forced sympathy a second too late.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"I'm failing like mad because of you—you're standing behind me! I can't even piss if there's someone behind me—that's how aware of my surroundings I am! Stand on Yoroi's other side, numskull! What if an enemy is behind me? You'll notice if you stand there!" Kabuto shuffled over, looking mildly displeased. His expression reminded me not to push my luck. Setsura was on my side and one cry of distress would have her hackles rising and I was sure I could defend myself well but … this was Kabuto, there was no saying what would happen.

"Better?" Sarcasm tinged his mild tone.

"You better watch your butt or it'll catch fire from how close you're standing to our campfire." I burst out laughing at the mental image and was surprised to hear Kabuto joining in though he was quick to choke it back down as he moved to a safer distance. "Jeez …" I formed the—increasingly familiar—hand seals to the Mystical Palm Jutsu and tried again.

The poor—not really, I was sure Owl City didn't operate on money—owl hooted feebly, already dying from being an experiment. It fueled my determination to do better. Not because the sad sound was tugging on my heartstrings but because its hooting was ticking me off.

Sure enough—with Kabuto in sight instead of behind where he could launch a sneak attack anytime—the wound closed. "I did it!" I cried, elation taking over my facial expression and stretching my lips into a smile to emit a laugh. "Ha-ha!" I crowed. "And I accomplished it within an hour!"

"An hour and a half," Kabuto corrected. I glared at him, tossing the owl into his face before stomping back to where Setsura was. Her fur bristled when I slumped against her torso. Without further inhibition, I curled into a ball and fell asleep.

:: :: ::

I woke up a couple of hours later, shaken awake by Kabuto who was speaking mid-yawn. I wanted to punch him a good ten feet away from me when I recalled that we were a team and he was not an enemy-nin. I waved him away. "I'll take over. Is that idiot up yet?"

"No," Kabuto said, crawling into his sleeping bag and started snoring. It could've been exaggerated but still convincing. I half-expected to find a fried owl that Kabuto had cooked up but the owl was still there, unconscious from chakra overload perhaps. I dragged it over to me and continued practicing Shosen Jutsu, careful to watch my chakra level.

We had acquired the two scrolls required but that didn't mean—

Setsura growled warningly. I saw Kabuto tensing in his sleeping bag but he kept on snoring, for pretenses. I shifted back to Setsura, resting my head close to her ear that twitched agitatedly. "How many?" I whispered into her fur.

"Three," she rumbled, powerful legs already tensing. She and I leaped up at the same moment when the leaves rustled and someone fell to the ground. I blinked.

"Ino and Choji?" I stopped Setsura from attacking immediately. "What is … oh, stupid question; when is something ever right with you?" I rolled my eyes.

"Ugh, Miyo, I can't believe I'm saying this but we're so relieved to see you!" Ino gagged when she spoke. My eyelid twitched. I couldn't tell if this was the real her or not. Shikamaru, grumbling about troubles he was facing, strode out from the bushes, several leaves in his ponytail. "Choji's sick to his stomach—"

"By just seeing me?" I suggested dryly, watching Yoroi remaining unconscious and Kabuto pushing himself up.

"Hardy har-har." Ino glared at me. "Can you be serious for once? Choji's suffering from food poisoning!"

"We told him not to eat those mushrooms," Shikamaru shrugged helplessly, coming to a stop beside the groaning and moaning lump of fat that was Choji. "And he's our main offense, so you can see why we're glad to encounter an ally."

"Miyo-kun, can we talk …? I mean, in private." Kabuto shot me a meaningful look.

I pushed myself away from Setsura who sniffed questioningly at them. "What? You think they're impostors?"

"No, they're the real deal. I was wondering if we should even help them," Kabuto spoke, careful to hide the movement of his lips from the Ino-Shika-Cho trio in case they knew what we were talking about. I crossed my arms, tongue pressing cheek, and glared at Kabuto impatiently. "Well, they're rookies, aren't they? I sincerely doubt they are ready for the life of Chunin and you can see that they are not very powerful—I think we would be doing them a favor by eliminating them from the competition."

"… By overloading Choji's body under the pretense of treatment, you mean." I cottoned on quickly. I pondered about it: this wasn't a bad idea. I didn't want to go through the prelims and I figured I would be doing Sasu-nii a big favor by thinning out the numbers so the prelims might not even happen. Furthermore, if I could advance to the next stage when they couldn't and I succeed in becoming Chunin … glorious days of flaunting. "Good idea. You should do it though. Can you make it last for days on end?" This was just the second day after all—they still had three days to go.

"Me? I thought you're an expert on overloading—"

"They suspect me enough as it is," I interrupted with a quailing look at the older boy. "They think you're a nice guy and more trustworthy than I am. Just do it." I clapped his shoulder, needing to reach up to do so because he was taller than I was. Kabuto agreed.

Shikamaru looked suspiciously at us as we rejoined them; I ignored that look and the sting of guilt, opting instead to concentrate on practicing Shosen Jutsu on the owl. It was another five minutes before Choji stopped whimpering and started snoring. Kabuto dusted his hands. "My work is done here. He just needs to rest. I think we'll be leaving now though." I heard the silent before they realize something is wrong and I nodded in agreement.

"See ya," I chirped happily at them, doubting the chances of us meeting again if Kabuto had done his job right. "Setsura? We should be going."

To motivate Setsura, I fed her the owl. I'd just find another replacement.

:: :: ::

We reached the Tower in midday and we encountered several beasts—one of which nearly gobbled Yoroi up because we were only halfheartedly keeping an eye on him—and three Genin Team, two from Ame and one from Suna. I had thought about killing them to eliminate competition but desisted. They were just children … call me soft, but I wasn't merciless … I beat them, snatched their scrolls and watched them burn. The scrolls, I meant. I used them to start bonfires.

I nudged Yoroi angrily. Now, I really wanted to kill that bastard. He'd been unconscious since last night and we'd had to lug his deadweight around. We couldn't enter and pass the Exams now because he was out. "You should bring him in since it's safe there."

"Where are you going?" Kabuto queried, seeming to know that I had no intention of staying and waiting here.

"I'm going to thin out the competition." Shaking my head, I stomped off.

"Can I go back to my cubs already?" Setsura complained as she trotted alongside me. "I want to—" she paused, ears twitching, nose sniffing. "I smell a dog and the scent of insects ..." The first team that came to mind was Team 8. True enough, they halted in their run to stare at me, uncertainly.

"Hey, you're Sasuke's little bro, aren'tcha?" Akamaru yipped from Kiba's jacket, whining. That stupid mutt looked so pathetic I wanted to crush it more. "What're you doing blockin' the road?" His eyes narrowed and his hand subconsciously moved to the front of his pocket. "You ain't gonna stop us, are ya?"

"That depends," I muttered contemplatively. Setsura was quick and I figured she could take on Kiba unassisted. It was the Hyuga girl—wimpy as she was—and the Aburame dude. "On second though," I drawled, "Yes." That was the only warning I gave before I struck.

I aimed for the Hyuga girl.

You can call me a degenerate brat but I was tired of inactivity and I had to thin out the competition. I didn't want Sasuke to suffer any longer—and it was the least I could do for him. I was a good brother. If I followed Itachi's standards of killing others to preserve the brother; I wanted to be a nice guy.

Setsura let out a frustrated growl at her prolonged stay before she attacked Kiba. She hated dogs. I did, too. Why was I stuck with a mutt of all summons, I wouldn't understand.

Hinata flinched, "Eek!" but slipped into a fighting stance.

I heard the buzzes of insects—Shino's kikaichu. "I would suggest you desist, Uchiha. Why? Because these insects can track your chakra down and death will arrive when you are depleted of it." I ignored him though I was careful to keep an eye on him. "I warned you. It is not my style to kill one of the same village but you need to be taught a lesson. Bōsui no Jin."

Bugs flew from every direction, seemingly originating from Shino's back, and drove towards me in a spiraling motion. "M-Miyo-kun, p-please d-don't do anything f-foolish," Hinata pleaded. We were standing only a few feet away and while her guard was up, she didn't attack.

Perfect. I reached into my pouch, leaping away from her in case she intercepted me, and flung a good dozen shuriken at the insects spiraling towards me. "Katon: Hōsenka Tsumabeni!" I exhaled fire-infused chakra into the weapons and the combined brightness and flames of a dozen spun, controlled by my chakra, towards the insects. I unsheathed my katana, hearing Kiba's distant cry of, "Gatsūga!"

I infused my chakra into the katana Yugao had given me and it extended swiftly, faster than sound. The speed of it had taken even Hayate by surprise, cutting his cheek.

"Shino-kun!" cried Hinata and then she was there in a whirlwind of dark violet and white, Byakugan bulging. I was sickened by it: why did she have a dojutsu when I didn't? She struck, chakra at the tip of her fingers to inflict damage upon skin-contact. I was quicker than she was, having sparred and working myself against Jonin and ANBU-level opponents that were my mentors.

I grabbed the katana and using it as a leverage, kicked off the ground and twisted, aiming a kick at her head.

She dived out of the way.

The insects were mostly gone, buzzing about weakly or turned into charred ash. Shino clutched a wound in his side. His sunglasses hid his eyes from me but I suspected he was angry. No surprise there: I made enemies as easily as one drank water.

Well, at least I could connect with people.

"Miyo-kun!" Kabuto? I jumped onto the tree, retracting my katana that Shino didn't bother to keep in his body, and stared incredulously at my temporary teammate. "Stop this instant, honestly! Why are you attacking ninja of our own village?" He castigated, moving towards Shino.

My mouth flapped open.

The Aburame tensed warily, glasses flashing. "Oh, please, Aburame-san, I'm not as bloodthirsty as that Uchiha over there." Kabuto raised his hands placatingly. "I'm a medic-nin. As a form of apology, I would like to treat your injuries—Miyo-kun, please call off Setsura!"

"Fine. Setsura!"

My wolf summon growled angrily, dropping Akamaru who had significant puncture marks from Setsura's fangs. "I'm leaving!" she snapped. "This is boring and you're ungrateful!" She disappeared in a poof of white smoke to prove her point. So much for bonds. I kicked the air where she used to occupy.

Kiba growled menacingly at me. "What the hell is your problem, you little shit?! What did we ever do to ya?!"

That was when Shino collapsed. "Kabuto, you could've saved the fake scolding and just make an offer," I grumbled, feeling haughty. I was pleasantly surprised but then realized I shouldn't have. Kabuto was just a spy after all ... of course he would want to eliminate as much Genin as possible. He probably overloaded Shino's circulation.

Hinata cried out.

Kabuto lunged and grabbed Akamaru before Kiba could reach him. "One more move and this dog will go," he promised. I didn't even know why he was going along with this.

"Jūha Shō!" This technique was deadly and could cut through most material, as most wind techniques could. But killing Hinata would definitely be a crime even though everyone here was supposed to be free-game. I controlled the wind blade with my thoughts.

Hinata kept dodging them, realizing that touching it would be a very bad idea from the beginning, unaware that she was approaching the vicinity of where I had slapped an exploding tag. Oh, wait, she had the Byakugan. She veered away quickly. Jeez. It was like playing tag.

I desisted when I realized there were other Genin approaching: he tried to get out of sight but I saw him: Oto-nin. The ones that threatened Sasuke.

I snarled, directing the wind blades towards them and they were cut mercilessly; the nin burdened by the weight of two others had no chance of dodging when he was injured himself. Kabuto looked around and Kiba seized that chance to charge. "Yaargh!"

Hinata and I both bolted towards our teammates at the same time. I reached first, infusing the wind to give me a lift, and I awarded Kiba a flying kick. Hinata tried to strike Kabuto but he was faster than he acted and danced away. I leaped past Kiba's fallen body and towards the Oto-nin.

The female Oto-nin groaned, shifting. The other male Oto-nin that wasn't bleeding to death had limp hands. Unexpectedly, the katana in my hand trembled. They were helpless now and killing them was the smart option: they were here to invade my village after all.

But I couldn't kill them.

I raised the katana above my head, ready to stab it down, but couldn't. It was one thing to kill in the spur of the battle but killing without a fight? No. I sheathed my katana, feeling disgusted, now rather exhausted by fighting. I rummaged their body and pillaged both Heaven and Earth scrolls before leaving.

Hinata stood, trembling slightly, Byakugan activated, before Shino's and Kiba's unconscious bodies. Wow, I didn't know I'd kicked that hard.

... Now I was asking myself why the hell I picked fights with my own village. Did I really need more people to hate me? I asked Kabuto to answer for me and he looked baffled.

"How should I know?"

"Just give me an answer," I snapped.

So he answered, "I would say it's because you are nervous and this is how you relieve your stress."

I felt better and thought that perhaps, just maybe, he wasn't just a show-off or fake know-it-all and he was actually right. I had a hard time understanding myself sometimes. I hoped I wasn't emotionally retarded. Maybe this was a Miyo-thing that remained in the body as well. Knowing serial killer Gaara could be my potential opponent and would force me to back down unless I wanted to die humiliated me and severely stretched my nerves thin.

Maybe Miyo, who was close to death before and felt stress about imminent non-existence, picked fights to relieve his stress.

"Okay, since I have now relieved myself and feeling like a compassionate child. Let's bring those three in and help them."

There was a pause from Kabuto. "Perhaps we should get you check into the hospital—preferably, the east wing."

The east wing was where the mental cases went to. I decked Kabuto and told him to get his ass and Team 8's asses inside.

:: :: ::

Question: lol, so many people agreed that Miyo is an asshole. Wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Btw, sorry about the late update. I've been busy with other stories lately. Especially with rewriting Tomoe's story.

R&R