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WARNING: The following chapter includes a good bit more drama than usual. As well as an event I think we all somewhat expected. Maybe. But with a twist. Either way, viewer discretion is…NOT advised, because you're ALLL gonna want to see these next few chapters. ;)

Third Person POV

"My god! Wyatt, are you INSANE?"

Wyatt frowned and glanced at his cousin, who was looking at him with a look of shock on her face after he spoke.

"What? It's a good plan. It'll work."

"A GOOD PLAN? You could get thrown in jail! It's bad enough that you're smoking freaking marijuana, it's bad enough that you've started drinking at age SEVENTEEN, but this is messed up!"

He raised an eyebrow.

"And you care why?"

"Because I DON'T want to go to school with people asking me 'What happened to Wyatt?' 'I heard he went to jail!' 'Are you okay?' Get real!"

"You won't have to worry about that. Because you're helping me."

"…what?"

"I need you to drive."

"Why do I have to drive?"

Wyatt grinned and took another chug from a beer can. He really did look a little bit insane; he'd grown his auburn hair out a bit in the past months since Shizuka had dumped him, and it hung almost to his chin. His eyes were shadowed from lack of sleep. He'd lost weight.

"The reason is…because I'm gonna be completely fucking drunk."

"…you really are insane."

"Oh well. You in or not?"

"…guess I'm in."

Itachi's POV

Kagami talks in her sleep.

She says some pretty interesting things, too. Such as this morning. I woke up before her, resting my hand on her back and stroking up and down gently when I heard her mumble.

Something that sounded like…

"Love you…Weasel-kun…"

Weasel-kun?

I couldn't help but smirk lightly, having a very good feeling that I knew who 'weasel-kun' was. Particularly considering the meaning of my own name.

"I love you too, Kagami-chan."

It wasn't until about ten minutes later that she actually woke up, blinking her light blue eyes that I'd grown to love.

"Hunh…? Itachi-sama…?"

I've given up on trying to make her stop calling me by that honorific.

"Good morning, Kagami-chan. Did you sleep well?"

She giggled and nuzzled against me. "Well, duh, you're sleeping next to me! And I can feel your abs~ Sooo sexy~"

I chuckled softly and kissed her cheek gently. "Kagami, did you know that you talk in your sleep sometimes?"

She blinked. "No, I didn't."

"You say some pretty interesting things, too. Now tell me…" I sat up partially, resting my chin on my hand while using my elbow to support me.

"Who exactly is 'Weasel-kun?' I heard you mention the name and the word 'love', so I want to know if there's anyone I need to place in the Tsukuyomi for a while."

"…oh god…" She blushed red and buried her face in the pillow with a squeak. I shook my head, smiling slightly in the way only two people had ever been able to make me do. The other had been my former girlfriend when I was thirteen before the Massacre, who I had only been with for two weeks. Not a true love. Just a childish fling.

"It's alright, Kagami. I knew who you meant. And as a matter of fact…" I leaned in so my lips were bare inches from her ear. "I happen to know that he loves you too."

She looked up at me, about to respond, only to be cut off by an all too familiar laugh…

"AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, man I wish I had a video camera! This is priceless!"

Namely my partner and an immortal idiot cracking up at the scene before them.

I looked at Kagami. She looked at me.

We both looked at them, and I activated my Sharingan.

"You have a five second head start. Beginning…now."

I have never seen any shinobi run that fast in my entire life.

Yume's POV

"Hey, Shizuka, where're you going?" I asked, glancing up as she pulled on her jacket, walking towards the door. It was a pleasant Saturday morning, only about nine thirty.

"Huh? Just my house. It's only twenty minutes from here. I need to pick some stuff up and maybe talk with Masaru."

"Maybe talk?"

"Depends on if he's home. You wanna come?"

I thought about that for a moment, then shrugged and stood up. "Sure thing."

Deidara and Sasori both snapped to attention.

"You guys going out, un? Want us to come with?"

"No, we'll be fine." I assured him, walking over and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled slightly and pulled me against him, turning my head so that it was a full kiss on the lips. After a few moments he pulled me back, giving me a quick peck on the forehead.

"Alright then, if you're sure, hm."

Sasori wasn't so willing to let Shizuka go alone because, obviously, I don't count as a person in his puppety brain.

Stupid Chucky wannabe.

Finally, after almost five minutes of Shizuka convincing Sasori that she would be perfectly fine, we would be back in an hour at the most, he finally let us go.

Only for us to jump back as Kisame and Hidan tore past us with looks of terror on their faces.

Terror?

I was about to ask what was wrong when Kagami ran in, waving the skillet, and Itachi followed with his eyes glowing red.

Oh. That would be why they're running…

Shizuka and I took that opportunity to excuse ourselves from the house, followed by the sounds of cursing and screams of pain and fear.

However, a little while later, Shizuka and I had an interesting discussion.

"Yume, how did we get lost?"

"Because my sense of direction isn't worth shit."

"I think we took a wrong turn…" Shizuka mused, glancing around. "This doesn't look like the way to my house."

"Well just GREAT." I groaned, smacking a hand to my forehead.

"And of ALL the times not to be driving the car…we chose to WALK."

This sucks, doesn't it? Yes, it does.

Then, as if it had been cued in, a black Pedo-van drove up on the sidewalk beside us. I had a very bad feeling all of a sudden.

"Shizuka? Isn't…isn't that the car Wyatt's creepy dad was driving that one time?"

"Yeah, I think it was…"

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Wyatt rolled down the window of the passenger side and stared at us with blank, cold brown eyes that looked like they belonged to a mental patient.

I couldn't help but remember when we were kids, in fifth grade. Wyatt had been completely different. Still a bit obsessed with Shizuka, always following her and giving her puppy eyes. He'd been alright.

Junior high and high school, he'd become a bit more smart-alecky, a bit more of a jerk, like all boys going through puberty. But he didn't look like he belonged in a freaking ASYLUM…

"Get in the car." His voice was blunt, dull, and slurred. He looked like he was drunk. I could see Courtney sitting in the driver's seat on the other side over his shoulder. She kept her eyes on the road and didn't look at us.

Shizuka narrowed her eyes. "And why should we, you sick fuck?"

"Because o' this," he slurred and held up what looked like a gun.

He had a gun.

I looked at Shizuka, and saw my own panic reflected in her eyes.

"Shizuka?"

"Yes?"

"I think we should get in the car."

"I agree."

We got in the car.

Wyatt was keeping an eye on us in the rear view mirror, tapping the gun threateningly in his hand as we climbed in the backseat.

"Don't even think of calling your little Boy-Toys either. I'll shoot if y' do."

Well there goes Plan A.

As Courtney started driving, making sure the windows were rolled and the doors were locked, Shizuka spoke up, shaking with fear. I knew her necrophobia must be killing her on subject of the gun right now.

"Wyatt…why are you doing...no, WHAT are you doing? And why?"

Wyatt gave a harsh laugh; even his laugh sounded crazy. Crazy and drunk.

"It's simple. I'm taking you girls outta town. To a place my folks own in Arizona."

"ARIZONA?" Me, Courtney, and Shizuka all yelled at once. Shizuka and I from shock, and Courtney in irritation.

"I am NOT driving us to Arizona! We go until the L.A. city limits, and then YOU'RE taking over!" She snapped at him. Wyatt waved her off.

"Shut up, bitch, I'm not done. I take you to Arizona, and you stay there."

"Well, why?" Shizuka said, looking shocked and upset. I can't blame her, I mean, I knew Wyatt was a jerk, but this was ridiculous.

Wyatt looked at her like she was stupid.

"So that I can keep you. You can stay there with me. I mean, it'll be okay. I can just mess with my I.D. a little bit so people think I'm 18. I can get a job. It'll work just fine-"

"Well why does Yume have to get involved?" She snapped. I looked at her, despairing. She had a point, why did he need me?

Wyatt grinned. "That's where my genius comes in handy. (J/N Genius?) I just needed a friend of yours to come with so that I know you'll behave. Keep them under lock and key and gun. You run, I shoot her. Simple."

"No, NOT simple, it's insane! And why are you so focused on me-"

"Because I wanted you!" Wyatt said, his voice cracking like a broken little kid. "Ever since we were little, and I first saw you in third grade when you first came to our school, I…I wanted you! And then you left me for that stupid redhead piece of shit-"

"YOU TRIED TO RAPE HER!" I screamed, incredibly pissed off. "Any girl would dump you after that!"

"And don't talk about Sasori that way!" Shizuka shouted fiercely, her green-dyed eyebrow drawn together in rage, a livid look on her face. (J/N Her eyebrows are green because she dyed them after her hair refused to revert to normal, so that she didn't look weird. Yume did the same, but with purple)

"I'll talk about him however I want, to you little slut!" Wyatt shouted, his freckled face turning red with anger. "I loved you, and you never loved me! You never LIKED me! And you HATED me!"

Back to the broken look. "I loved you, Shizuka, and I was so, so happy when you finally agreed to go out with me…and then when you said you'd be my girlfriend…but you never even kissed me. You were always focused on that anime you said that idiot redhead is from, and in those drawings. You never liked me back, did you?"

"Love wasn't your true feelings." Shizuka snapped. "It was lust. If you loved me, then you would have accepted my feelings, and you wouldn't have tried to tear off my clothes and pin me to the bed! I wish you'd died when Sasori threw you out that window!"

And from a girl who's terrified of death, that means a lot.

Courtney looked at Wyatt with a look of complete and utter shock on her face.

"My god, Wyatt, you tried to RAPE her? You told me that you got in a fight with some guy she was cheating on you with-"

"SHUT UP, COURTNEY!"

Courtney shut up and turned back to the road, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Wyatt nodded and turned to face forward.

"Now you girls are gonna be good girls, right? You'll do everything I say. You'll let me have anything I want when we get to the house. And I do mean anything."

Shizuka's face went pale as we both came to the same realization…

I won't lie. I actually started crying. Just shaking, my face in my hands, tears streaming down my face. I'm not someone that cries a lot, but I couldn't stop myself.

I wanted Deidara.

I wanted him to come swooping in like a hero from an old war movie, to blow Wyatt into oblivion, to take me away into the sunset and kiss me gently, wiping away my tears and comforting me.

I could tell from Shizuka's white face and clenched fists, how she closed her eyes, that she wanted Sasori in the same way.

'This is hopeless. I can't call Deidara or Wyatt will shoot me…are we really gonna have to go through with this?'

Turns out, no. Even stranger was who kept it from happening.

"Alright, Wyatt, that's enough. I am turning this car and taking you to the mental hospital RIGHT NOW!"

Courtney to the rescue? And, as she said, she did a U-turn into the other lane, ignoring the honking cars outside. Traffic on Saturdays was surprisingly low in this part of town.

"What? You can't do that!"

"Yes I can! You need help, Wyatt, this isn't like you! I don't even know who you are right now-"

"Courtney, you little bitch! Turn this car around right now and keep going! You said you'd go through with this!"

"You only told me to drive and help you get the girls in the car, you didn't say you were taking them to Arizona to be your little slaves!"

A vein throbbed in Wyatt's forehead.

"Turn the car and keep going!" He was holding up the gun, pointing it at her. I noticed that the safety was off, he probably didn't see the point in keeping it on.

"No, I won't!"

"TURN IT RIGHT NOW! DO YOU HEAR ME? RIGHT N-"

In his rage, Wyatt's hand jerked, and he pulled the trigger.

A bang resonated in and around the car.

I don't know what happened. It was all fast, blurry, and terrifying.

Courtney's entire body jerked to the side, and I saw blood soaking through the fabric of her t-shirt. The steering wheel whirled without a guide as her arms pulled it and she slumped to the side.

She was dead. Or at the very least, dying.

Wyatt had just killed his own cousin.

The look of horror on his face said that he knew the same thing. "Courtney, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

Then I realized something a little bit more pressing.

The car didn't have a driver and was turning right off the road. Right into the other lane of traffic. Cars behind us slammed their brakes and honked the horn.

The car skidded onto the sidewalk and slammed sideways into an apartment building. Glass shattered. I heard a crashing, banging sound as the passenger side-the side I was one-smashed against it.

I hear Wyatt's frantic shouting as he was pulled around in his seat, his head smacking the dash before the airbag could go off.

I felt Shizuka's fingernails raking down my arm as she screamed in panic.

My throat felt raw with pain, and I heard an even louder scream, my own.

I was flung forward like a rag doll, and felt a sharp pain in my chest, accompanied by a snapping sound…ribs? I don't know.

I think that's when I passed out.

Deidara's POV

When the phone rang, all of us jumped. I mean, we knew what it was by now, but it still surprised us. And we knew how to use it too.

Kagami looked at me when I got up to go see who was calling.

"What're you doing, Barbie? It's probably for Yume, just let the answering machine get it."

I rolled my eyes and picked up anyway. The Caller ID said…the hospital?

"Hello, un?"

"Yes. Uh, this is Masaru, you know, Shizuka's brother? Is this Deidara? I think I recognize your voice…" His voice was shaky and upset. I could hear more voices in the background and…sirens?

"Yeah, I know you. And this is Deidara." I glanced over and mouthed 'Masaru' to everyone. Kagami and Haruka looked curious.

"So what's up, hm?"

"…there was a car accident, further off in town, and…well…Yume and Shizuka were caught in it. They were unconscious in the backseat, and it doesn't look g-"

I dropped the phone and ran for the door. I was only dimly aware of Kagami running over to pick it up in response. All I knew was that I had to get to the hospital…and fast.

'Yume-chan!'

…oh I am so evil. You must hate me right now. Now watch, I won't update for a month just to make you all fall out of your chairs when I DO update. MUAHAHAHA! Kidding. Although I must admit, I almost felt bad for Courtney in the last part. :/ Stupid Wyatt. And I don't like the ending much either.

QoTU: What do you think is GOING to happen to Wyatt? Not what you WANT to happen, but what you think is GOING to happen.

Also, on subject of the latest chapters involving the Madara issue: No, I will not be changing anything up. I will still keep the original idea of Madara as Tobi's true identity simply because I don't want my life to get complicated. Tobi and Madara are still the same person in my mind because I don't want my brain to explode thinking anything different. And they always will be. Just in case you were wondering how I would go about that.

So, sorry to those who were looking forward to Madara confessing to Haruka that he isn't even who he says he is NOW. :)

Review, my lovelies, otherwise I won't update~

~Freakin' race against time to get this posted. Remember kids, despite the fact that it's endless enjoyment, playing around with a dead, naked chick's face as a detective in the American Noire period is morally wrong.~