Joseph Heller has a point when he says, "Every writer I know has trouble writing."
Enjoy this chapter with the Akatsuki (who I don't own) and don't kill me!
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"I can't believe she's leaving today, un! We only got four days, since she spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday locked up in her room, un. Isn't there some rule that we're supposed to have at least seven, un?"
"There is nothing we can do, Deidara," Itachi said softly as he passed the blond's desk, "She made her choice, and now we all live with it."
"We?" Hidan asked, "I bet that you're glad that she's gone!"
"She was detrimental to our mission, Hidan, and…"
"Tobi misses Cin-chan," the masked man looked sadly out the window, propping his cheek on his hand.
"Be that as it may…"
"Open your eyes, Itachi, un. Even you seem affected by her absence, Zetsu is wilting, Sasori is boring again, and Kisame seems a bit more…blue that usual, un."
"What about Kakuzu?" Itachi pointedly ignored the comment about him being affected by the absence of a mere girl.
"That miser's never affected by anything important," Hidan grumbled, "Only by his stinking moneybags."
"No, he might miss her a little," Kisame said, trying to lighten the mood, "While she was here, we ate over there most of the time, which saved him money."
The resultant laughing was a bit much for the weak joke, but no one wanted to appear depressed.
They wanted to continue to pretend to be tough.
It was easier when they weren't crying on the inside.
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Cin wasn't doing much better.
All of her things were packed, and her room seemed so empty. She wished that she could've ridden home with the Akatsuki, but she knew that if she prolonged the separation, it would only be worse.
Cin might be many things, but she wasn't a masochist.
That was Hidan's job.
She would miss them.
For all of her life, she had always felt a little bit on the edge of things. She was never an outcast, but sometimes she seemed to be thinking on a completely different level than anyone else. She had been called sensible so often that she began to wonder whether or not it meant what she thought it did. Because she never swore, people who did felt compelled to apologize to her when they did.
But, all of that started to change. Finally, there were some people weirder than she was, and who seemed to connect with her mentally every now and then.
They were hardly bosom buddies, but she felt that they were just getting to be good friends, and now she had to leave.
Thanks Alexander
He was always after her to make more friends, worried about her being lonely, but just when she made a bunch, he decides to pack her up and move her away.
The only thing she could think of to justify her brother's actions was that he somehow knew who the Akatsuki were, but that was impossible.
It had to be.
If it wasn't, then her friends weren't safe.
Sherlock Holmes once said something very smart, that once you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be true.
Her brother didn't know the Akatsuki, so he could have no basis of hating them from personal issues.
No one had complained about the Akatsuki, on the contrary, everyone loved having them at the school.
So the only option remaining was that her brother knew.
And if he knew, then who else did?
