Oh My Fckin' Kami, it's been almost 2 months since my last post...

bows deeply I am so very very sorry, i really am, really really really deeply sorry for the long wait.

and to cover it all, i can't get new ideas to make the chapter bigger... OMFG, i should really work harder so i can give you guys an ending and so i can revise the first chapter 'cause really, the first chapters really aren't great, i could almost say they suck, or at least that's what i think now, i have to say that it's kinda normal since they're from when i started writting fanfics, so...

Anyway, I'm really sorry, this long wait started with a really boring-with-no-internet-access-and non-inspiring 3 week vacation with my dad. Then, when i got back, i tried writing, but nothing came-- mothe'fckin' block of ideas for this story... and for my other one too... sigh

Let's see what's next-- hmmm thinks... well, then i got addicted to the manga Ouran High School Host Club, and i just had to read all the chapters there are-- can't wait for chapter 65!! the manga's awessome BTW, you should read it, it's from Hatori Bisco.

There's also the new manga from the awesome people who did Death Note, the author Ohba Tsugumi and the artist Obata Takeshi, it's really awesome!! and it's got nothing in common with death note-- except the author's it's called Bakuman, for those who are interested in checkin' it out.

Oh, Ouran High comes out monthly while Bakuman comes out weekly-- like Fairy Tail, another great manga i got addicted to and is really awesome from Mashima Hiro...

enough about manga and stuff, i'm sure you're all wanting me to just shut up so you can read the chapter-- soooooo go ahead and tell me what you think about this chapter, i actually like it, though i really wanted to make it longer...

sigh please reaview, even if it's just to call me a baka fo not updating for so long... also, i'm still considering taking a beta-reader, if you're interested, just tell me.

Disclaimer: Really, if I owned Naruto I wouldn't be here, Naruto and all of it's characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

REVIEW PLEASE!!

Memo:

- Hana: shoulder blade long light brown hair, brown eyes. Akatsuki's medic.

- Kai: spiky orange hair, green eyes. Puppeter, can use super strength when he gets really serious or is in a pinch.

- Ryo: black bluish short messy hair, dark purple/grey eyes. Can use water jutsus, and when needed can use snow and ice jutsus without having a kekkai genkai.

- Ruki: shoulder length long golden blond hair, golden eyes. Can use earth based jutsus. Has a very calculative mind. (think of Ed from FMA)

- Kaorin: long raven black hair, deep blue eyes. Can use Fire and Wind jutsus.

- Jin: blond hair in spikes at the back of his head, deep blue eyes. Can use Fire and Lightning jutsus. (his hair is kinda like Sasuke's, but for a better image, check Jin from 666 satan)

- Ryuuki: short spiky raven black hair, dark emerald green eyes with tints of onyx.

- Kyuuki: long raven coloured hair with some dark pink, almost red, highlights, and onyx eyes with a tint of dark emerald green in it.

Chapter 21

Things weren't always what they seemed. Sometimes (a lot of times) what seemed like something was, in reality, the complete opposite, and when you thought you knew something, it turned out to be something completely different.

You made plans, decisions, and when you saw the results you realize it was nothing like you had expected, because, in the end, it wasn't like you expected from the beginning, and from then on out, it was all downhill. And all because the something you saw wasn't what was really there.

But, sometimes, you can also get lucky and, even with the wrong information, make the right choices and decisions and end up with a good result.

Either way, it's a 50/50 chance of things going wrong, because, no matter what, it's best to keep in view the bad outcomes than the good ones. If we keep the worst in sight and the best happens we won't be crushed like when we keep the better in sigh and everything goes wrong.

He walked down the dark corridors of the main Akatsuki headquarters. When he had first walked through the same corridors years ago, the feelings he had perceived from them was of coldness, indifference and ruthlessness. But, that had been years ago, when Akatsuki was ruled by profit, greed and the lust for power and having the world at their feet.

Years had passed indeed.

He couldn't say that these same corridors now held something akin to warmness and good memories and all the good stuff like sunshine and happiness and all of that… but he could say, with all certainty, that it held the feeling of home for those who lived in the building. It was their home.

Their home, a place where they were accepted, felt safe and protected, felt good with themselves for protecting and being protected.

The corridors of Akatsuki didn't held warmness and sunshine and good ol' memories like a regular home would, but they still had a certain good feel to it, because, when years ago, it had been greed and lust for world domination to seep into the very core of the building and surroundings, now it was ruled by the need to protect and prove one's worth, and that… that was what made such a haunted place in the past be 'home' for so many people in the present.

It wasn't that he wanted to make himself the good guy in the story and say that he was the reason such a place now felt like home. No, he would never do that, because it wasn't the truth.

The truth was that, yes, he had taken over Akatsuki, throwing Pein off of the 'throne' and made Madara powerless towards the organization, but he wasn't the one who turned the headquarters into a home, he wouldn't have been able to do it, not the way he had been.

A sigh escaped the raven haired man's lips as he put his hands in his pockets and kept walking with no particular place in mind, he was just wondering around.

The firsts that contributed to turn Akatsuki into a home were Jin and Kaorin. He had been wandering around near the Lightening country border with the Fire country and had stumbled into them, not literally of course, around 3, almost 4 years ago.

They had been 13 and 14, almost 14 and 15, Jin being older than Kaorin. At first he had just watched. At the time he couldn't brag about their abilities, they were, so to speak, screw-ups. Fresh Chuunin that probably didn't rank too high in success of missions and didn't have the power and skill to go on higher ranked missions. But there had been something about them, something so familiar about the way they acted, Jin non-caring and distant and Kaorin always trying to cheer him up, even if she wasn't all happy herself. In the end, she just wanted to see Jin smile.

But besides the obvious, he had seen in them potential, maybe, now that he thought of it, like Kakashi had seen in Naruto.

And so he had approached them, talked to them and asked them to join Akatsuki, what Kai and Ryo would later call 'Akatsuki's new generation'.

He had trained them both, Jin with his fire and lightning, and Kaorin with her lightning, since he couldn't do much about her skills with wind, about that he just gave her advice and told her what he knew about it, giving her as many books about the subject as he could find.

As the months went by, he realized why he had taken it upon himself to take care of them, they reminded him of his past, of Naruto, himself and… Sakura… and, sometimes, when Jin and/or Kaorin achieved something, he felt as if he knew how Kakashi felt when they, Team 7, accomplished something. At the heart of it, it was a good feeling, a feeling of pride.

Then, 2 and half years ago he had 'gotten' Kai. Honestly, why all of the people that surrounded him became missing nins, he didn't care, it wasn't of his business, and so he didn't ask.

Kai, who was 1 year younger than him, had been a very anti-social character, not wanting communication, he hadn't been his regular goofy self, all because he didn't trust people.

But besides everything, Kai had joined nonetheless, and he soon found out that Kai, after starting to trust others again was a lot like Naruto, only less obnoxious, but just as goofy. He was also a good friend and he enjoyed his company, goofy, but also serious when needed.

A few months later, while on a mission to recover some info and scrolls with Kai they had met Ryo, a missing-nin from Kiri that, at the time, had been working as a bounty hunter for numerous yakuza's and such (and who the same age as Kai). At that time, 2 years and something ago, Ryo had been uncaring—no, not uncaring, disconnected from the world fit him much better. For some personal reason, he, like Kai, had stopped trusting people altogether, not finding any sense of morals or justice anywhere he went, he had disconnected himself from the world.

They had fought then, and even if Ryo lost, he was still a very talented shinobi, he had only been at disadvantage and hadn't been himself to use his full power.

Once again, Kai had proved to be a lot like Naruto, yelling at the dark haired man and even going as far as to call him and say, if he recalled correctly, "You're just a coward idiot who has to wake up and look around, because, you know man, life isn't as sucky as you make it seem with all your emo crap and bullshit." He had grabbed his collar then and punched him (without chakra in his fists).

"Everyone has problems, but, even if not everything can be fixed, if you trust others and have friends to help you, life gets easier and'll stop being hell, living day after day in misery. If you have friends and people who you trust and trust you back, you'll start living life normally, not a living nightmare you just want to wake up from or just die in." at that point Ryo had punched him back and yelled in his face. "Then show me. Show me trust." It had been the only time he had seen Ryo yell so desperately—well, it had been the only time he had seen Ryo yell altogether.

But that meeting… Kai had changed Ryo, made him trust others again and freed Ryo from his nightmarish day-by-day life. Like Naruto had done with many.

After Ryo joined, 2 years ago, it had been Ruki. He had been alone when he faced the blond man that was his age, and only he knew how Ruki truly was, someone that hated seeing unfairness, someone that, on the inside was actually gentle. He just made himself seem like a complete ass because he didn't want anyone to know about it. Yes, he had a very calculative mind and could be a major bastard sometimes— which, by the way, he didn't like very much, especially since he was always trying to find something wrong in the way he managed the finances of the organization. Kai and Ryo had often asked him why he had 'taken Ruki in', and his answer had always been his skills, but that was just part of it, Ruki was someone that, he had found out, had grown up alone and hated by those who surrounded him, hence the fact he hid his true self and acted like an ass, and the gentle side of him was the reason he had asked him to join, because loneliness, he knew how it felt all too well.

After Ruki, a few months later, Hana had come into the picture. She was a talented medic, and Akatsuki was lacking one. Also, she was a very nice girl, 1 year younger than him, who wanted to help as much as she could, never asking for anything in return. He could say that, from everyone, she was the weakest of Akatsuki, but she was necessary, because she kept everything human, she was a great cook —since he wasn't about to cook for anyone other than himself… well, and maybe Ryuuki and Kyuuki… and Sakura— and she also kept everything clean.

Pein, —who he had labeled Akira- intelligence- because, yes, Pein was intelligent,— and Konan had stayed, not officially, but still remained on the organization. Pein hadn't wanted to, refused to even, but Konan had been reasonable and had been tired of all the fighting, and she had convinced Pein to back out, to take a more peaceful route, and that's what he did, even if he still liked to piss him— new and cooler leader of Akatsuki— off.

As for Kisame, he had been one of the few original members alive and hadn't made a big deal out of having a new leader "As long as I can still have a good fight once in a while.".

Then Tobi, or Madara… he swore the guy was bipolar, one minute he was all serious and shit and the other he was sitting on the floor doodling and mumbling happily. Hmm… now that he thought of it, Tobi was the goofy character and Madara was the serious, pain-in-the-ass one… double personality indeed… maybe? He couldn't be sure.

And then Deidara… he still wondered why he had made the blond come back to life using the tailed beasts chakras as to not have to use sacrifices, but, deep down he knew why after he had heard Fay's story. It had been before meeting everyone from the 'new generation', just after he had taken over the organization. Fay's bar was one of the best in town, if not really the best, and, on a day where only a few people were there, Fay had told him about his childhood, how he had watched his mother being raped and killed as well as his best friend's mother and twin sister— his girlfriend—, how his best friend had snapped and how the Kage hadn't done anything. And when he had finished his tale about them living in the Tea country afterwards and one day his best friend being forced into Akatsuki and developed a kind of hatred/passion to surpass Uchiha Itachi, he had understood who it was.

Maybe he brought Deidara back by remorse, or maybe because they had something in common, the passion to surpass his brother, but the truth was, he didn't regret it, never did he regret it. And neither did Deidara. Sure, at first he had been a pain in the ass, always looking for a fight with him, if not for Kisame, maybe the artist and himself would have had countless death matches, but Kisame had always stopped everything, because he knew his intentions and he understood Deidara.

And lastly there was Zetsu. After the new change in leader he had disappeared, taking with him important and crucial information about the tailed beasts. Zetsu, the plant-dude, like Deidara often called him, when he wasn't calling him more insulting words, had disappeared, and was the one he had been searching for years by now, he more often than not sent Pein and Konan when a lead appeared, but not once did they find him.

He took a deep breath and shook his head, what was it with him and going down memory lane lately? With a soundless scoff he called himself stupid, because he already knew everything, he didn't need to go back into the past.

He stopped suddenly and looked at the door to his left. A half smile settled on his face.

Of course, now he couldn't forget the new addition to the family, as he knew everyone considered the organization. Tsukiakari Yukizora, a young jounin from the very village he ran, someone he knew would one day become someone great, a hero for the townspeople maybe, because, even if the people thought highly of Akatsuki and what they did, Yukizora would be considered at a highest level, because he wasn't a missing-nin, like every other Akatsuki, and because he belonged to the Rain village.

Maybe he wasn't becoming soft because of the twins… maybe he had always been like this. That's the conclusion he reached as he walked to his room through the quiet and dark corridors of Akatsuki's main headquarters, home to many… home to him.

Maybe the twins… were just… it was like something stronger than him made him act like he did with the small kids… he just couldn't help it… being soft with them…

And, just maybe… Akatsuki… everyone's home (of the people in it)… could maybepossiblyhopefully, become, some day, Kyuuki and Ryuuki's home.

It was a stupid wish, considering the situation, but he couldn't help himself from thinking it would be great it if happened.

Colors… Blurs… Movements that could be well calculated or just improvised.

The faint sound of the wind against trees and leafs, the cicadas singing somewhere that could be near or far away.

A room, maybe… the contours of a window facing a cherry tree in full bloom, a full moon visible over the tree, silver as pink.

A bed with what could be blue or green covers, 2 pillows on the same bed… possibly.

The sound of a door opening or closing, somewhere that could be near… or far away.

Steps that echoed, coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

A warm breeze on her neck, something warm and soft touching the skin of her arm… someone's breath… someone's hand…

A manly body pressed against her back, something warm and soft-- lips on her neck… kisses from her neck to her cheek.

Hands on her arms, her body turned… slowly or fast, she couldn't tell.

Everything was a blur, colors, sounds and feelings… nothing else.

The color of coal contrasting with a pale skin color was what she managed to see… again, just blurs of colors.

The warmness on her arms—hands moved… one to her waist, the other to the back of her neck.

She felt as if she was being held carefully, as if this person was afraid to break her… holding a porcelain doll.

The same warm breeze—breath on her face, fingers—it could only be fingers— entangling in her hair.

She tried to adjust, trying to see shapes and not just blurs… only to fail.

What she presumed to be the head of the person—man— holding her lowered, warm breath now on her neck… she was only allowed to see a blur of coal— hair maybe, probably.

He sniffed, but with such elegance that it could only be described as inhaling… the warmness— his hand on her waist moved up, what could only be fingers pressing her skin gently.

She moaned, a low sound that came from somewhere she couldn't place… a sound that she hadn't intended to produce.

The man pressed his face— it couldn't be anything else— to her neck, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips… breath running over her skin.

It could have been a second or an hour… the time was a blur.

The man lifted his head, a blur of coal and pale skin— beige was what it looked like.

She couldn't make out any traits, couldn't say if she knew him or not… but something inside her— her instincts— told her she did.

He lowered his head again… the hand in her hair tilting her head up with a delicacy that seemed almost surreal.

Something warm touched her lips… warm, soft and a bit moist— his lips, it could only be.

Her eyes closed instantly… body as if melting on the inside.

Soft… gentle… tender… lips moving softly against her own.

She kissed back… feeling something akin to comfort and protection in the man's embrace.

Fingers ran over the skin of her back… softly, as if memorizing.

And then she realized she was almost naked, the only thing she could feel over her skin was her panties.

Her eyes opened… blurs of colors, no shape clear to her eyes.

She looked around, and she wasn't in the room anymore... water surrounded her.

The man wasn't holding her anymore… the shape of a tropical palm tree could be seen almost too clearly considering the blurry vision she had at the moment.

Blinking a couple of times and inhaling a few times as well, she looked around.

Time seemed to stop… as if it froze or had been frozen.

The water was warm… she closed her eyes for a moment… a second… a minute… she couldn't tell.

When she opened her eyes, feelings overwhelmed her.

She was laying on something soft and comfortable—a bed. Warm hands— it could only be hands— were running over her skin. Open mouthed kisses were being placed on her neck— tongue— it could only be— licking as mouth sucked and teeth nibbled.

She arched her body upwards… feelings overwhelming. A hard, chiseled, clearly male, chest pressed into her own... feminine, soft breasts pressed against a male, hard chest.

Moan erupting from deep within, she threw her head backwards… eyes closed, mouth slightly opened as the male nibbled the flesh over her pulse.

Hands ran over her heated flesh… sinful pleasure… sinful gestures.

Her hands— on their own accord— moved to the man's broad shoulders… fingers pressing his skin, nails digging into the skin when feeling overwhelmed her too much.

The comfortable feeling of the bed… suddenly replaced by the cool feeling of what could only be rock.

Opening her eyes… night darker than darkness.

Water around her, the man was still holding her… still kissing her… still touching her.

One hand went to the back of her neck, fingers entangling into her hair… fist holding her hair in a tight grip.

The other hand kept traveling lower… waist… right hip… lower… right thigh. In a sudden movement, almost aggressive— possessive of his hand… thigh brought up, leg almost forced to wrap around his waist.

Hard chest pressing almost too much into her… almost forcing her into the rock. Hands holding tightly… almost painfully, but sinfully pleasurably.

The hand on her hair tilted her head up, grip nearly too tight… fingers pressing into her scalp.

Lips on hers… no softness. Aggressive… possessive… brutal.

Wet tongue running over her lips… choked moan escaping her lips… tongue entering her mouth, moving against her own.

Resistance turned into passion as she kissed with just as much passion as the man… hands on shoulders pulling him closer, as close as possible.

The softness of a mattress returned… eyes reopened.

He was gazing at her… calloused— and almost impossibly soft— hand caressing her cheek… left hand softly playing with her hair, elbow touching her shoulder.

Pale skin against coal… or perhaps coal against pale skin.

Beads of sweat perfectly visible over the blur of pale skin of the man's face… surreal… supernatural.

Fingers of right hand moved from her temple to her cheek… carefully… gracefully… lovingly.

The man lowered his head… kissed her temple gently as fingers lightly pressed against her— kiss bruised— lips.

He inhaled again, head lowering to stop at her chest… breath fanning over her skin… hair tickling her skin… body weight carefully laid over her body.

The warmness of his body… it felt sinfully nice. His heart beat rhythmically, thump after thump after thump… never faltering.

His face was pressed to her chest, just above her breast… ear just a couple of cm above her heart.

Fingers of one hand still in her face, as if memorizing… mesmerizing. Fingers of the other hand still playing with her hair… twirling and twisting softly. Like a child.

Feminine but deceivingly strong arms wrapped gently around his shoulders… hands moving softly… fingers pressing gently. Soothingly. Comfortingly. Surprisingly lovingly.

Dirty part of her mind worshiping the feeling of every part of his strong and lean body pressed against her own. Innocent part of her mind listening to his heartbeat, focusing on the simple, innocent movements of his hands. Her mind in general taking in the fact she had felt so good with just kisses and simple touches.

The man sighed... blurs turned into clear shapes… breath running over her skin. A sigh that broke something… a spell.

She closed her eyes for a second… time was normal again.

When she reopened her eyes and glanced down, messy dark raven colored hair was what greeted her.

His left hand kept playing with her hair… left one stopped— cupping her cheek, thumb over her lips.

"Aishite imasu, ore no itoshii." A mere whisper against her flesh, yet it made tears come to her eyes and start running down her face.A/N: Aishite imasu means I love you; ore no means my, mine(ore is, usually, only used by boys); itoshii means beloved; ore no itoshii means my beloved

When one of her tears ran between his fingers and her skin, he lifted his head and looked at her. Eyes the color of onyx gazed down at her, his fingers slowly cleaning tears away.

"Why are you crying?" he sounded like a confused child, confusion shown in his eyes. Head tilted and raven locks falling forward.

She shook her head, a smile on her face, and cupped his cheek. When she faced him again, she guided him forward, hand slowly making him lean forward until their foreheads were touching.

"I'm happy!" she wasn't sure if she actually vocalized the words or just mouthed them silently, but the confusion disappeared from his eyes, being replaced by something she couldn't place.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers briefly. After the tender kiss he laid his head back on her chest.

"Then I'm happy." His whisper wasn't an exclamation, just a quiet affirmation, but it spoke volumes of what was behind it. "As long as you're happy." He concluded softly, in a whisper, as an afterthought.

She smiled widely, tears of happiness still running down her cheeks.

"Then say it again." She whispered, knowing he would understand. "Please." She just mouthed the word, and for a few moments she was confused as he rolled them over, sheet tangling over naked limbs.

As she lay, confused, half over the dark haired man, front pressing into his side, hands now one behind his neck, the other over his chest, she glanced up at him but could only see his strong jaw.

A few seconds passed, her confusion grew, until he pressed his cheek into her hair, inhaled, kissed the top of her head and then whispered the words.

"Aishite imasu, ore no itoshii." She smiled widely, pressed herself more into him, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. He smelled like a forest after it rained.

"I love you too, Sasuke-kun!" he ran a hand over her hair, the other around her waist holding her as close as possible, protectively and possessively.

"I know you do Sakura." She could feel his smirk, the smugness irradiating from him.

"Self-conceited moron." She mumbled to herself, half-asleep, only to be lulled to sleep by the low vibration of his chest as he chuckled and twirled his fingers on her hair, just like a child.

Emerald green eyes fluttered open slowly, a peaceful and content smile on its owners lips as the person woke up.

She snuggled in her bed and closed her eyes again, going back to what she had been dreaming so contently. The baby blue thin sheet tangled on her limbs, restricting her movements, but somehow, she didn't mind as she recalled what she had previously been dreaming.

"Mmmm." She moaned to herself and pulled the sheet more into her, covering the lower half of her face with it and letting out a soft sigh.

"So nice…" she mumbled and then opened her eyes again. The curtains were slightly opened letting some sunrays come in, sunrays that came from above the white fluffy looking clouds fluttering on the clear blue sky.

With a silly, giddy and content smile on her face she disentangled her limbs from the sheet and got up, stretching and smiling wider as she walked to the window to open the curtains to a clear blue sky, partially covered in white cotton-candy clouds.

Somehow, this dream felt as if it had really happened, as if the words she had heard were real, and even if it was just a dream, she couldn't help the happiness and giddiness that settled on her whole being.

And after being consumed by masks, barriers, pretenses and lies for so long, it felt good to feel so happy again, even if she knew it couldn't last long, after all, there was so much that needed to be done, so many painful things.

As she dressed a blue denim skirt and a navy blue top she promised herself she would keep this happy feeling as long as she could and that she would do her best to get her twins back and straighten everything. She would tear down all the walls build of lies and pretenses and she would build new ones with only the truth and sincere feelings.

After all, it wasn't about having good cards to play but about playing the cards you had in hand well.

A vein popped in his forehead as he ran a hand over his blond spiked hair in annoyance.

The first reason was because he had to go on a mission like this in the first place, didn't Leader know he could do better? But when he had questioned said Leader, his answer had been a raised brow, a gesture that clearly said "got a problem with it?" so he had just scoffed and turned away.

The second reason as to why a vein had just popped in his forehead was the group he had to go on a mission with: Hana, nothing wrong with her; Kaorin, he'd rather not think about said girl; and Kai, who he felt like murdering right then and there.

That is, and that brings us to reason number 3, if said specimen of the human male species was there, because, ladies and gentlemen, Kai was late, and not just 2 minutes late, he was a full 6 minutes and 28 seconds late, and Jin was getting more and more irritated by the second.

The first reason for his irritation was, as surprising as it seemed, the fact that Kaorin and Hana had arrived at the gates of the village (where they had to meet before heading out) before he had.

The second reason for his irritation was the fact that Kaorin kept looking away from him, Hana kept glaring at him when Kaorin wasn't watching her, and both specimen of the human female species were on the other side of the gate talking to each other quietly.

And, finally, the third reason for his irritation was the orange haired, green eyed, freakin' dumbass and 7 fuckin' minutes and 23 fuckin' seconds late Kai. Who he felt like murdering, let's not forget that detail.

"Kao-chan!! Hana-chan!!" and the dumbass had arrived with a way too loud and way too obnoxious cheer of the name of the 2 females on the other side of the road.

But… Kai's obnoxiousness, loudness and dumbassness he could just ignore, that is, on regular circumstances, meaning: when the idiot wasn't yelling in his freakin' ears almost blowing up his eardrums.

Hard and cold glare in place directed at the obnoxious male—who seemed to be ignoring him— he followed the blob of orange, green and black with the almost deadly glare.

And then— insert another vein popping on Jin's forehead— the idiot looked back— after being near the girls— and gave him a skeptic look that said I-wish-you'd-die-already.

And that's how Jin— who had been feeling very strange since his last talk with Kaorin— started his trip to the border to go get the guests they would be hosting in their village.

The blond 18 year old sighed as he jumped to another branch, being ahead of the group obviously. Was it so hard to get a team that wasn't as troublesome as this one? And Leader knew they weren't on good terms. Stupid leader, what did he know anyway??

He mentally kicked himself, Leader never did anything without a purpose, he wondered what the purpose of this mission with this team meant? But really, the situation kept getting worse and worse, and he kept getting more and more pissed off and more and more with a very intense urge to maim and pummel Kai for the innuendos he kept throwing in his direction.

"Fuckin' stupid godforsaken life."

So, my beloved readers and reviewers, what did you think?? My favorite part is probably the last one, with Jin and all...

I hope you all liked it, i promise i'll make a chapter quickly.

And since i don't feel like writing anymore, I'm just gonna post this already and stop bothering everyone.

just one last thing I forgot to mention earlier, this chapter was dedicated to lauchoco92 whose birthday was on the 27th of august!!

Happy late birthday!!

Love you all very much,

Kimi-chan!!