I know, I know. You all want to hear about the prank on Hidan, right?

It started with careful preparations.

"Hi Sasori-san, would you like to prank Hidan with me?"

"No."

"Ok. No problem. Would you help me in exchange for a piece of information I know you very much want to hear?"

Sasori slowly looked up from the puppet he was working on. "If the information is worth it."

"Oh, it is, trust me, because, you see…" (dramatic pause) "Orochimaru is dead," I informed him cheerfully.

Due to Sasori's lack of flesh, his reaction was… not much of one.

Fortunately, the rest of Akatsuki (minus the zombie boys who were let loose on the unsuspecting world) didn't disappoint. Kisame dropped his bowl of miso soup on the table. Konan hissed when she pricked herself with a needle. Pain looked up from the scroll he was reading with raised eyebrows. And dear Deidara commented loudly:

"Uuuh? Isn't that the guy who betrayed you before me, Sasori-danna? The one you wanted to kill?"

"Yes," Sasori replied in an unusual hiss (how could he even talk? a living puppet was so weird). "Who killed him?"

"Haha," I replied, bouncing on my feet. "Quid pro quo."

"What does your prank require?"

"Some non-lethal poison and a human puppet. You know… just playing with dolls."

Reminded of Hidan's insult, Sasori hissed and his tail twisted. "Agreed. Who, how and when?"

"Itachi, Amaterasu, and a few weeks ago. Also, Kabuto's dead too. Don't be mad about it, he was double-crossing you. Good riddance all around, I assure you."

"Itachi-san doesn't kill people if he doesn't have to," Kisame pointed out, baffled.

"Yeah, that's why it's a case of 'have to', Blue. Territory dispute and all that…"

"What?"

I sighed and explained impatiently: "The snake wanted to bite someone he couldn't have."

"Oh… again?"

"What can I say? The dude had a real problem with boundaries." I was watching Sasori's tail from the corner of my eyes. It looked frightfully angry… you know, for a tail… of a puppet.

"Double-crossing, you said?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah… They were great pals. It's not like Kabuto warned you about manipulating Suna to invade Konoha, right? or killing the fourth Kazekage for all that matter…" I had no idea if he had, actually, but that would have been surprising. Sasori's reaction (more tail waving; uh, scary! I slowly stepped away) confirmed my supposition.

Before I could freak out, my salvation entered the room. Itachi's arrival was the perfect excuse for me to fly away from Sasori and land on my summoner's shoulder.

Itachi paused when all eyes turned on him. He tilted his head toward me in a silent question.

"Don't mind them," I mumbled. "They're humbled by your talent at ridding the world of pests."

Itachi grunted in acknowledgement and raised two pots of nail polish in silent question. I pointed toward the left one. 'Starry night' was so much better than 'gothic black', any day. Indeed, Deidara was looking at it enviously (those two had a competition going on on the best nail polishes colors they could find).

"I don't know why I asked," he murmured.

"Because you wanted a good excuse to indulge in glitter. It's fine, I'll be your scapegoat anytime if it means you lose the depressed look."

"It's not glitter," he replied as we left the room. "It's metallic dust, for additional protection and durability."

I tilted my head to contemplate his very serious, perfect, little face. "It's very pretty dust."

"... Yes, it is."

I would have smiled if I could. Aww, my baby was so cute!

oOo

"You fucking bitch! I'll kill you! I'll bathe in your blood and offer your plucked body to Jashin-sama!"

Squealing in delight (not at the threat, obviously, how uncouth!), I flew through Akatsuki's headquarters, landed near Sasori and promptly ran under the cloak of his massive puppet armor. I had to clamp my beak shut to not betray my position, which might have been one of the hardest acts of self-control of my life. I wanted to roll on the floor in hilarity.

My dear co-conspirator adjusted his position accordingly to hide my presence while giving me just enough space to see outside through the slit of his coat.

Hidan burst into the room and searched for me like a headless zombie on crack.

"Where is it?" he screamed to Itachi, pointing at him with his scythe. "Where is your little bitch of a summon?"

"My summons are crows, not dogs," Itachi replied without looking up from his book (it was a good one, I read some of it with him the day before).

"You know what I mean, damn it, asshole!"

While Hidan lost his temper and shook his scythe, Kisame walked in with a wide smirk. He had insisted on watching the prank unfold, and he had laughed so much that he needed a moment to recover before following us.

"Is something the matter?" Sasori asked casually like he didn't know exactly what had happened.

"Uh, yeah! YEAH! I'll tell ya what's the matter! That little bitch of his tried to make a fool of me!"

"And succeeded," Kisame muttered behind his hand, pretending to be perfectly innocent when Hidan turned toward him to glare threateningly.

"Did she?"

Hidan spun around to point his scythe on Sasori. "You! You're in on that shit!"

"Am I?"

"I know it! That bitch put something in my drink to…" He stopped himself before he could inform everyone that he had been unable to get it up. "... And there was this creepy doll in the brothel!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't deal in dolls with flesh," Sasori informed him placidly. He never looked up from the puppet he was working on.

Itachi clicked his tongue disapprovingly (without looking up from his book either). "Didn't Pain-sama order you to stop going to that brothel?"

Hidan froze, his anger finally simmering down enough for him to realize that he was surrounded by unsympathetic people. "You," he hissed, spinning his scythe to point at each man. "You're all going to regret this."

All eyes were instantly on him, including a red pair. Samehada appeared in Kisame's hand, and Sasori's tail raised threateningly.

"Is that so?" Kisame asked with a predatory grin.

Hidan took a fighting pose, looking around him like he was really considering it. The fool. For a few very tense moments, I wondered if this prank was really going to end in Hidan's early demise. It's not like it would be a great loss, on the contrary, but this would be messy. They might end up destroying this hide-out (which would kinda be my fault… again… Pain would never forgive me).

That's the moment Kakuzu chose to enter, counting a wad of bills probably obtained from a bounty. When he realized something was wrong and looked up, Hidan was the only one looking for a fight. Itachi and Sasori had gone back to their occupations, and Kisame had sat down on the couch next to his partner.

"What are you doing, idiot?" Kakuzu asked Hidan.

"WHAT?! It's them!" Hidan shouted while gesturing toward the others like a six-years-old.

Kakuzu looked at the placid men pointedly and then stared at Hidan, unimpressed.

Turning red like a ripe tomato, Hidan spluttered, hissed, cursed like a sailor and then stormed out, probably to go blow up a few things in the training room.

Kakuzu watched him leave, turned back toward the rest of the room and hummed in consideration at Kisame's grin. He finally shrugged in disinterest, going back to his precious cash.

I cackled in delight and stepped out of my hide-out. I took off briefly to land on the couch and then hopped on Kisame's lap to grant him a wink of complicity. He patted my back for a job well done.

"Did he really flirt with a doll?" Itachi asked Kisame.

"Hell yeah. You should have seen it, the prostitutes thought he was a loony. Not that he had a stellar reputation in the first place." Kisame spread his arms on the back of the couch, grinning cheerfully.

I hopped in Itachi's lap.

I was granted a congratulatory scratch under my beak.

Ah, life was good!

oOo

"So you got your revenge," Kakashi concluded after my retelling of the story. We were spooning in his bed, in our underwear (I had arrived late the previous night, and we had both been too tired to do anything else than throw our clothes away and cuddle). I could feel him smiling against my back.

I adjusted my head over the pillow we were sharing, grinning proudly. "I did."

"To protect your summoner's honor."

"What can I say? It's my duty. Only I can mess with Itachi. It's a summon's privilege."

He hummed and pressed forward, his arm around my waist pulling me back at the same time so he could kiss my neck. "That sounds like something Pakkun would say."

"See? It's a truth universally acknowledged."

Chuckling, Kakashi nuzzled my shoulder while his hands caressed my stomach. They lingered for an excessive amount of time.

"Don't say it," I warned.

"Maa, say what?"

"What you're thinking right now. I know you're thinking about it!"

"I like it."

I startled and looked over my shoulder. "What?"

He smirked and pinched my tummy fat. "That."

I batted his hand away with a squawk of outrage.

He laughed and pulled back to escape my wrath. "Storing out the almonds for the winter, are you?"

"And what if I am?" I asked while rolling on my knees to chase him.

He stood up to escape, smirking. "I like it," he repeated.

This time, his meaning registered, and I blinked in surprise.

"You have taken weight, but you look happy… and cuddly."

I crawled forward and reached for him, this time without the fingers curved into claws. He leaned forward to let me embrace him and granted me the kiss I was asking for.

"Love you," I breathed against his lips when I pulled back.

He smiled, caressed my cheek and then turned toward his kitchen. "It's lunchtime. Hungry?"

"Always," I replied, sitting sideways on his bed and watching him start to cook with half-closed eyes.

"Sasuke asked for you."

I groaned. "Don't tell me. He passed his damn chuunin exam."

"He did," Kakashi confirmed with a lopsided smile.

I threw my head back with a sigh and stared at the ceiling. "How many of his year?"

"Counting Shikamaru? Three. Sasuke and Shino were the only ones to pass at the last exam."

I grinned and straightened. "Three among nine. That's not half of them! Yes! Take that Trouble number three!" I threw myself back among the pillows, kicking my legs up in victory.

"I'm expecting Sakura to pass in the next. Sasuke has been training with her and Tsunade's guidance helps her a lot."

There was something in his voice which caught my attention. I rolled out of bed and walked on bare feet to reach him. I put my arms around his waist and went on tiptoe to see what he was cooking (fish and rice).

"Kakashiii," I cooed, "is that nostalgia I hear in your voice? Empty nest syndrome?"

"Maa, of course not."

I grinned and kissed his back. "Liar."

I went to sit on a nearby countertop and swung my legs up, waiting.

"I'm glad that Naruto and Sakura found a mentor who fitted them," he said after a while, staring at the poor fishes which he had beheaded. "It's just… Sasuke asked me to prepare him for ANBU."

"WHAT?!" My heels collided violently with the wooden cupboard door. I hissed and bent down to rub them. "No!"

Kakashi glanced my way with a mocking eyebrow. "It's not exactly your call."

"Excuse you! I bent over backwards to make sure that that kid wouldn't become a lunatic! I managed pretty well I'd say, all things considered, and as soon as he has the opportunity he goes to mess himself up of his own volition?!"

"ANBU's not that bad."

I threw him an unimpressed look.

"I'm not exactly ecstatic either," he sighed. "He's not even thirteen. I told him to wait a few years —and you should thank me for handling the 'Itachi was ANBU captain at thirteen' talk. Even then, if he's accepted, I still have contacts in ANBU, I can make sure he has a good captain."

"And good missions too?" I grumbled. "Damn it, Itachi's not gonna like it… Kakashi, don't take it wrong, but if Itachi doesn't agree, I'll have to do something."

Kakashi paused in handling the mackerels and raised an eyebrow at me. "Something?"

"Yes, something." I jumped down and went to find my yukata. We were past the cuddles and back into professional territory.

"Am I supposed to believe you have any sway in ANBU's recruitment decision?"

"Darling. Itachi's currently among the top spies of your village. If he demands that Sasuke's banned from ANBU in exchange for his continued cooperation, you better believe it will happen."

"Blackmail, really? That's not gonna win you any goodwill from the Hokage or Sasuke."

I slipped on my light blue yukata adorned with dark feathers, letting it pool around my elbows. I walked back with hands on my hips, trying to make myself look bigger — avian habit. "Do I look like I care?"

Kakashi rinsed his hands after putting the mackerels to sizzle in the pan. He watched me, considering, as he dried his hands. When he stepped forward, throwing the towel to the side, he had that serious face which meant business. That made two of us. I lifted my chin defiantly.

"I understand where you and Itachi are coming from, but Sasuke…" He sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose where the mask usually stopped. "Sasuke's determined to help Itachi, somehow, to do something for his clan, despite everything… And you can't deny him, it's his right to learn the truth and to fight for justice. You know it is."

I clenched my jaw. I hated it when he was right (I hated it when anyone else but me —and sometimes Itachi— was right).

"For that, he needs training and experience. He needs to see how ANBU works, to understand what his brother went through and how he could have been led to do what he has done. It might not be what you or Itachi wish for him, but that's what he needs."

I looked away and pushed a hand through my hair, tugging on it with annoyance.

"So yes, it won't be easy for him, but it won't be like what Itachi went through. He'll have support, I'll make sure of it. I'll be there for him, all the way." He reached for my jaw and tilted my head back to look at him. "Do you trust me?"

"You know I do." I sighed and relented. "I'll talk with Itachi, tell him what you said. It's still his decision."

He nodded in understanding, kissed my forehead and went back to the food.

oOo

"I recognize that the Council has made a decision. Given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I wished I could ignore it."

Kakashi snorted behind my back. I definitely ignored him.

"Itachi is letting me join ANBU?!" Sasuke was staring at me as if I had announced… well, like I had announced that he was free to join an elite group of shinobi determined to get themselves traumatized by age eighteen. Yep, that fit. That boy was masochist like that.

Perched on the table of the kid's flat, I sighed and threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. Oh, look at that, a stain.

To my great regret, Itachi had agreed with Kakashi's analysis. If Sasuke wanted to be ANBU and managed to be enrolled, I was to allow it. It irked me, something fierce, but the stubborn men in my life agreed that I was unfair to the Corps. ANBU was an elite group building character, promoting teamwork, and blah blah blah… Whatever. I was NOT convinced.

"Kid, let's make a deal. It's a very simple deal: you just have to promise me not to become either a crazy homicidal psychopath or a suicidal depressed shadow of yourself."

Sasuke threw me an unimpressed glare. Ah, better. For a moment there, I thought he had regressed to his 'aniki is the best' period.

"Maa, Tsukiyo-chan, deals go both ways," Kakashi pointed out, the smartass.

"Fine. In exchange, I promise to only complain about ANBU once a week."

Neither of them looked approving of this tremendous concession, although Kakashi was amused. Sasuke pushed his fists in his pockets.

"I don't see what's your problem. It's not like Itachi… did what he did because of ANBU," he said. Despite his best efforts, he didn't manage to speak of the massacre in plain words. He didn't look as nonchalant as he probably wanted to be either.

"Ah. Nice try, kiddo, but not even half of your classmates being chuunin means no details at all."

He huffed. "That's stupid. I'm a chuunin!"

"Oooh, yeah. I forgot that part," I realized, tilting my head.

He looked up hopefully.

"Nah, don't get your hopes up, I'm still not telling, it was not the deal," I said in a sing-song voice. "But Itachi wanted me to do something for you. Congratulations, and all that." I flew down to the ground to change into human shape, but this time I was a little bit higher than I was used to. Itachi's form had six centimeters more on the one I usually took.

Sasuke straightened and stared at me with wide eyes. Ah, that's right. He hadn't seen his brother since that day, did he? I walked to him slowly to give him time to gather his wits. When I was sure he had recovered enough not to skewer me at the wrong move, I held out an arm and pushed the tip of two fingers against his forehead.

"Well done, otouto. I'm proud of you."

I waited for a moment, holding Sasuke's eyes, before I let the illusion dissipated, leaving me to a much lower height. "There. That was the message."

A message that had left him speechless.

I walked to Kakashi. I wasn't sure he understood the significance of what I did, but he crouched to offer me his hand without a word and walked to the balcony, knowing that our visit was over.

"Did you congratulate him, by the way?" I asked Kakashi when he paused on a roof with a good view of a park.

"Maa. Of course. I bought him a meal of his choice and taught him a new jutsu."

"I'd like to say that's sad, but I guess you made his day. Shinobi, I swear…"

"What would you like in his place?"

"Uh… I guess almonds and cuddles would be good," I admitted reluctantly, knowing that was basically the equivalent.

He chuckled and rubbed my neck. "The simple things can mean a lot. Like hearing the brother you haven't seen in years congratulate you…"

"Yeah."

"Did he ask you to do this or was this your idea?"

"I suggested I could deliver a message, the rest is all his."

He hummed and watched me as he smoothed my feathers.

"What?"

"Just thinking…" he said while tapping his chin. "I really want to kiss you."

Ready to reply to his first words with a joke about not thinking too hard, I spluttered and parted my wings to keep my balance. "Wh— You—"

"Oy! Hatake!"

I didn't know whether to thank or curse the interruption.

"Mitarashi," Kakashi said calmly, looking over his shoulder at the tokubetsu jounin who was balancing on the edge of the roof as if it was a game.

"Hokage-sama is asking for you."

"Understood."

"Uh. What's with the bird?" The kunoichi walked to us and leaned forward with her hands on her hips to look at me.

"Did Jiraiya-sama take a look at your seal?" Kakashi asked smoothly to redirect the conversation. At Anko's startled expression, he raised an eyebrow. "That's why you were sent to meet him in Suna, isn't it?"

Anko raised an eyebrow, successfully distracted from the mystery of my existence. "Aren't you always well informed?"

"I was the one to check your seal after the news." (About Orochimaru's death, I supposed?) "I'm just keeping an ear to the ground."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, ero-sannin says he has done his best to nullify it now that there isn't any living will to keep it active, or whatever. I've just got an ugly-as-fuck tattoo now."

"Ero-sannin?"

"Don't you know? That's what your kid calls him. Ha! I love it! It fits perfectly. The kid has spunk, I tell ya."

"Right. I take it Naruto's doing well?"

"Worried for your kid?"

"Maa, just keeping an ear to the ground."

Anko rolled her eyes. "Yeah, don't worry. The kid was as loud and brash as ever."

"Glad to hear it. I'll be on my way to the Hokage then."

Kakashi jumped away from this awkward social encounter. Used to being carried on a shoulder by a running shinobi, I hunkered down in a small ball leaning forward to avoid losing my balance. It was easier when Kakashi slowed down near the Hokage tower.

"Should I go wait for you near your apartment or will you be sent out right away, do you think?"

"I'll pass by my apartment either way."

"Ok. See you there."

In the end, I barely had to wait ten minutes on Kakashi's windowsill. He parted his curtains from the inside, opened the window and leaned his elbows next to me to watch the clouds.

"Not an urgent mission then?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"Good. About that thing you said then…"

"What thing?"

"About a kiss…"

"Mh? … Can't recall."

I let a moment of judgemental silence passed by before I tried to peck his cheek. Of course, he pulled back before I could succeed, but I followed, trying to peck at his fingers. "You!" I hissed. "Are a real pain in the—"

Laughing, Kakashi stepped back in his room, and I flew, claws first, to reach his smug face. He dodged and closed the window behind me, pulling the curtains shut as he did.

Taking human shape, I tried an assault with this larger form. I managed to pull down his mask, but Kakashi diverted my hands afterwards. He pushed them behind my back and captured the wrists in one hand while pulling me against his chest.

"Maa, I think it's coming back to me," he said, tilting his head down as he stared at my lips. "Something about—"

I pushed forward and cut him off with that damn kiss he had been teasing me about. Two could play that game, damn it! Chuckling against my lips, Kakashi redirected the contact into something more passionate than vindictive.

We stumbled toward the bed, fell in a mess of limbs and rolled among the sheets, like a pair of chicks messing around in the nest. I ended up on top and crowed (eh!) in delight.

"You realize I let you?" he asked with an amused smirk.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "I know you like me on top. It's natural. It's my rightful place after a—oh!"

Ousted with just a push of his (powerful, to my defense) hips, I ended up plastered on the mattress with Kakashi pressed to my back.

"Maa, cheeky birds don't get to gloat."

I pouted, huffed and tried to get him to move. Once I resigned myself to this position, I lifted myself on my forearms to glance over my shoulder. "Well? Are you going to do something about it, at least?"

"Maa, you're comfy. A good teddy bird," he replied while lying on me and holding me.

"Urgh. And you're heavy."

I could feel his smirk on my neck, but he didn't move. I nibbled on my bottom lip, wondering how to play this. Since he had been such a tease, I decided to go low: "Are we going to do something about this?" I asked while tilting my hips back just enough to rub against his hard-on.

"Mh… No."

I stretched over the mattress and pressed my face down to stifle a groan. After a moment to lament my life, I pushed up and said: "You know what? Forget what I said before, we need to talk it out. Just so I know: are you not interested in sex? do you just like the cuddling and kissing thing? are you just doing the sex-which-isn't-breeding-sex for my benefit? Because if you do we can just not do it." I shook a hand to express my agitation. "I just need to know where we're standing on this."

Kakashi shifted to the side to free me. I did the same so we could be face to face.

"Tsukiyo."

"Don't 'Tsukiyo' me, just spit it out. I'm no—"

"Suki yo."

I paused and then groaned as I understood the pun. 'Suki yo' meant 'I like you' if you were a girl. My boyfriend was so cheesy! I pressed a palm over his face and pushed his smug expression away from me with a noise of disgust. "I'm trying to be serious here!"

"I know," he replied with fondness. He caught my wrist, pulled it away and kissed my fingers. "And I like it."

Mollified, I pouted. "Well, then, answer, silly human."

"I like sex. I don't have as much need of it as some, but I like it. I just don't want to hurt you."

"Hurting me? How so?"

He sighed and became more serious, holding my hand. "Your body isn't originally human. It's not meant for…"

When he failed to finish his sentence, I suggested helpfully: "Penetration?"

He blushed, looked away and cleared his throat. "Yes, that."

I huffed. "You worry too much. You're just like Itachi. Is it specific to humans or geniuses? … Geniuses, definitely. Some don't worry enough at all," I mumbled to myself.

"It's a simple precaution. We've been enjoying ourselves perfectly fine without, anyway, I think, and you said you didn't care," he said while rubbing his nose.

"You could have just said so. Here I thought you had some hang-ups, and I was tiptoeing around it…"

"A challenge for you, I know."

I slapped his thigh for that smartass comment. "Not as much as it is for you to speak about sex, apparently."

He cleared his throat again and rolled on his back, trying to escape my eyes. I crawled forward to hover above him. I grinned, pulled up my (rumpled) yukata over my thighs and straddled him (ah! back to my rightful place!).

"In the end, you're just an awkward, demure genius who couldn't fathom to explain to his strange girlfriend that he doesn't want to make her go 'poof' in the middle of sex."

He pulled up his mask to cover his flaming cheeks. "Shut up."

"Aww," I cooed, ready to tease him as much as I could because this was too good to ignore. He'd do the same in my shoes. Which is precisely why he didn't let me get another word out. He pulled me down to capture my lips with all the swift and masterful execution of a genius with something to hide. He had… some pretty good arguments.

oOo Omake, at JR57's request oOo

Going through the old man's paperwork left a bad taste in Tsunade's mouth. Thorough as ever, Sarutobi had left a good amount of notes for his successor. Tsunade had already read a good part of them, but she still had much to go through to be up to date. Sarutobi had always been such a meticulous man... She regretted she hadn't followed the crazy bird's suggestion to write to him before his demise. Damn Tsukiyo, always being right.

Speaking of the devil... That note in the Uchiha file was about her.

"On the matter of Tsukiyo, Karasu, summon of Uchiha Itachi and formerly Uchiha Shisui, certified S-class messenger. Confidentiality authorizations: Nara Shikaku, Hatake Kakashi."

"Nara, uh? Good to know."

"Highly faithful to her summoners, she also showed loyalty to Konoha and a critical eye regarding the shinobi life. Her brash talk shouldn't be taken at face value, and her bold claims shouldn't be easily dismissed. Despite her behavior," (Tsunade snorted, that was definitely code for 'despite the fact she's a little bitch') "she proved to be an asset for Konoha. However, she's best left handled by her 'favorite humans', Itachi and Kakashi, whenever possible."

Tsunade snickered outright. "How to wash your hands of the troublesome ones by Sarutobi Hiruzen." She sighed. "Ah, old man, I didn't think I'd miss you so."

There was one last line at the end: "PS: inquire about her stance on psychology when the mood is appropriate."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tsunade mumbled.

The door of her office opened after a small knock. Shikaku froze at the look which fell on him and tried to slowly step back.

"Get your ass here and tell me what this means," Tsunade ordered, waving the piece of paper toward her Jounin Commander.

Shikaku reluctantly closed the door behind him and complied. Picking up the note, he glanced over it and hummed.

"The postscript?"

"Yeah."

"It came up during a conversation at the library. She qualified the psychology books of — I quote — 'trash'. Inoichi was quite incensed about it."

"Really? Uh. I'll remember that. What do you think of her?"

"As a rule, I prefer not to think too much about her. The less I see her, the better."

"That bad?"

Shikaku sighed. "When she's not making a mess here, it's my son who questions me about the Uchiha's summons. She's a walking headache. No, as far as I'm concerned, she's Hatake's problem. They're crazy enough for each other."

"I like that stance. Too bad I can't follow it."

He tilted his head. "You have my sympathy." He put down the armful of scrolls he was holding. "Jounin's reports."

"Fucking damn it."

'suki yo/Tsukiyo' pun courtesy of rosesandlion. Thanks for the suggestion!