K.L.K- THIRD CHAPPIE! sorry for lateness and lameness.

the next time they met- oh she knew how it would be. who'd make the first move? sure, none of them could ever be. they thought she was weak? ha! as if. if they thought that, they obviously didn't want to get in a tiff.

the rosette looked over at her mirror and grinned. "oh, how that boy must have sinned." she wondered what he had done, to make it this way, and the have the others act like they didn't care for him at all, ah, thats probably true, when he dies, they'd surely be glad thier encounter was through.

she looked through her puppets, and decided she should train. 'after all,' she thought. 'if you don't practice, how will you ever possibly win the game?' the game of survival, the game of supposed chance, that was such a farce, the girl glowered. some just have a fance.

or a fancy, if you will, a need to comply, a weak, expendable ninja weaker than you or I. easily bent to will, not even the level of genin, the most you'll ever see them doing is cleaning a latrine.

I'm sorry to say this, I really am, but of Sasuke Uchiha, she wasn't quite a fan. everytime she'd go hunting- for food, or for her arty fun- she'd think how much she'd like to make a Uchiha puppet- just one.

that all changed as she saw, the massecre of the Uchiha, by one of thier own. 'Ah, how history repeats itself,' she mused within her mind, as she quickly had lost any track of time.

one slash- one down- a red slant of soppy light- another dead and gone. she marvelled at his speed, his finesse, the pure power of the one called Itachi. he had long since gone, to the organization she wished she could go to, the one she was training os damn hard to be ready for, the Akatsuki.

even though they were evil- she might amusedly admit- she knew it was like a village, but with less of a fit. there were less people- and more ninja- it was more effective- they were stronger. she wanted to get into it, just to take it down. it'd probably take her life, but how could she not ever live that down?

if she rought this down, she'd no longer have to keep her puppets hidden in somewhat shame. if she'd reveal them now, she'd get the entire blame! she needed to think, of who she might take care to heed, to make into a puppet to serve her growing dark need.

she needed blood- she craved it- she knew it, and knew it well. almost every shinobi falls under it's crimson-red spell. you get used to it, then you notice, as you kill different prey, it smells different, looks different, feels different per day.

some became obsessed, other like she had revelled in it, though even others stil wanted to curl up and die. this Inner- how it sickened her, when the damn brat got in a mood, she'd croon about love, of picnics beneath the moon.

she'd given up long before, she knew this was sadly true. she knew she'd probably never have one child, much less her life-goal of two. she'd leave the Haruno line with her, she would never complain, she knew this right from the beginning as she had started to train.

her mother, she had fussed, 'you'll never have kids!', she snarled back at the woman, 'who cares? you stupid squids?' yes, squids she had called them, easy to kill, and make into beautiful trays of calamari, for a wonderful next meal.

she never ate them of course, only sometime she bit them, drawing blood, it let her demon Inner quiet, to be still once again.

she knew they hated her, and she hated them. why didn't they kill her as an infant, when all it would have taken was a whim? ah, yes, they hadn't known, until she had turned a year, then she knew she was different, started to cause fear.

fake her death for laughs, dissapear for hours of a time, along with this cursed Inner a more detailed passage of time. they too hated each other, it helped them survive, she had control of her body, thankfully I knew as she looked into her mind, I knew she was sorting trough her mind like a sieve, not knowing this authoress has up her black, loose sleeve.

she snickered and smiled, a memory of gore, I hid once again-- NO, NOT BEHIND THE DOOR! I wished myself gone, then POOF! back at home, I whistled to myself, "damn, stupid phone!"

I looked to the readers, and grinned with my own dark glee. "I'll be back soon, count on that for me!" I trudged out to the kitchen, snatched up the phone, looked to the readers and hissed, "thats the end of this chapter for the goddamned poem. I have to go now, my father just got home, I'm so so SO sorry, but my Nee-chan's on the phone!"

K.L.K- -.-' I ran out of ideas. please, no throwing stuff at me then using flash photography so you can live the moment over again. please.

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