Sorry for the short update. Just trying to keep this rolling along, before I loose my train of thought.

I don't want to miss my station!

Also, just wanted to let all of you who enjoy the Hunger Games know, that there is an awesome author out there who does GREAT SYOTs. Name is ATallTale, just finished their first one, and is starting on their second. They are really awesome, and you should definitely read them!

(Also, awesome points from me if you can guess in a private message to me which characters is my submission, and tell me why you think so).

A man worked at a high security institution. The man tried to log into his computer and the computer denied the password. He then remembered that the passwords to the computers were reset every month for security reasons. He called his boss for his new password.

The man said, "Boss, my old password is out of date."

The boss said, "Yes, it is. The new password is different, but if you listen closely you will be able to figure out the new one. Your new password has the same amount of letters as the old one, and four of the letters are the same."

The man then logged into his computer with no trouble. What was the new password? What was his old?

The answer?

The man's old password was "out of date".

His new password is "different".

Deiara opened his eyes. It was a weird dream. A weird, impossible dream that he was happy to be waking up from. His ceiling was exactly the same as the one in the Akatsuki headquarters, smelling of gunpowder and explosives. He was confused, disoriented. Weren't they just at college? Cin's college?

He took in a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of summer, feeling the heat of the air passing through his trachea and into his lungs.

Summer? Didn't Cin's college have a break during the summer? A huge smile lit up his face.

That must mean that they were all here! All at the Akatsuki base!

And that meant…Cin was here too…

He leapt up from his bed, not sparing a minute to understand why he had been sleeping in his clothes…or why he was covered in dried blood.

Of course, he had woken up that way often enough that it wasn't TOO odd. He slammed open his door, rushing out into the hallway.

Where would Cin be staying? He reasoned that it was probably somewhere near Konan. He pouted a little at that; Konan's rooms were all the way across the headquarters.

He suddenly skidded to a stop, upon seeing Sasori's bedroom door open.

Sasori's bedroom door was never open. For one, Sasori always kept the door closed when he was working.

Number two…Sasori never used his bedroom. He never needed to sleep, so whenever he was in his suite, he was always in the workroom.

Always working.

Deidara liked to joke that the puppeteer would "work himself to death".

Sasori never really found it very funny.

But now, Deidara was curious, as he grinned mischievously, sidling up to the door. This might be some good blackmail one day. He'd FINALLY make the old geezer admit that art was fleeting, NOT eternal.

He flipped around the doorframe, ready to laugh at whatever ridiculous activity the puppet-master was doing in the room…and stopped cold.

What was Cin doing in Sasori's bedroom?

At first, anger rushed through his veins; he didn't know why or where it came from, but he was furious. How could she lie there, sleeping, when he was looking for her so desperately? Why was she in Sasori's room?

He stood there, staring. His mind was moving too fast for him to catch up. He was noticing things that shouldn't be significant…but somehow they were.

Cin was missing a shoe. She was unusually pale. But she still seemed like she was sleeping…?

Suddenly, he noticed the redhead appear at Cin's side; he was pacing back and forth in front of his (her?) bed, his nose deep inside a packet of papers. And then Deidara's vision widened.

Why were the others there too?

Deidara slammed his way through the doorway, slamming the door itself hard against the wall.

"What's going on here?" he roared, earning himself everyone's attention except Sasori's and Kisame's. Sasori was focused on his notes. Kisame seemed deep in a meditative state.

In a few short steps, he was at Cin's side, roughly grabbing her shoulder, ignoring how her head lolled about limply.

"What's going on, Cin?" he spoke in a hushed voice, "Stop pretending you're asleep!"

No one spoke.

"It's not funny! STOP IT!"

"Deidara, enough," Konan was suddenly at his side, snatching him away from the sleeping girl, "She's dead."

He didn't believe her. He COULDN'T believe her. Cin wasn't dead. She couldn't be…could she?

"Cin?" he reached out a cautious arm towards the now rumpled girl, her body lying now at a rather uncomfortable angle.

It was useless. There was no one there.

"Cin was right about the huge chakra reserve," Sasori finally spoke up, but he wasn't talking to him. He had pulled Kisame out of his trance, "At least the fool girl had thought of a strategy of her own. Based off of mine, but it should work. At least I don't have to do this from scratch. She should be in Limbo…waiting."

"How do you know that?" Deidara snapped at him.

Sasori smiled a little at that, gesturing two a particular paper, "She placed this in her boot. Clever girl. She knew I'd think to check there. I placed mine in my leg, after all."

"The last time she did this, she nearly died!"

Brown eyes narrowed at him, as his fingers twitched, forming chakra threads that yanked Deidara down onto a nearby seat.

"Lest you forget, boy, she's already dead. And I have a much better idea of how to do this than she ever did. So sit down, and shut up, or else I will knock you unconscious and you had BETTER hope that you wake up."

Sasori no danna had never seemed quite so fierce to Deidara, even when they were arguing over the proper viewing of art. Maybe it was that, maybe it was the shock of it all sinking in, as he realized that the strange, horrible, dream that he had…was no dream. But Deidara sat, and stayed.

But he appeared to have completely lost his partner's attention, as he turned around, focusing back on the task at hand. Kisame looked up from where he had been reading the notes, and nodded.

They were ready.

It was time.

"Shouldn't I go too?" Deidara suddenly spoke up again.

"No."

The blond was visibly startled by the outright refusal, especially as it came from Kisame.

"She's more likely to listen to reason if no one blows up at her," the fish-man quirked a humorless smile, "Your temper is a little combustible."

Sasori didn't know what to expect going in. Maybe something similar to the empty room that he had been trapped in? Certainly not this whirlwind of light and color.

And sound.

Sound.

SOUND!

The song that he could only recognize as the Limbo song from when he had been trapped there with Cin, was playing. Over, and over, and over, and OVER again!

Maybe he took a wrong turn. Maybe this was one step further than Limbo.

And then he saw her.

Cin

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Also, awesome points to everyone who remembered the Limbo chapter from before, and thought I might use it again!