See? Here's me, trying to update before the 2-3 month marker comes! Cheer and pray for me, cause I'm trying! We'll see if it works out by the end of this chapter…Eh…

Well, don't hope for /too/ much!

Warning: Boy loving each other up, much like my dog loves up random people's legs.

…And the grammar/spelling mistakes. A warning for them too…Should I add a warning for unoriginality too? XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, the English dub wouldn't have the Naruto VA be…well, the Naruto VA.

Important Notes: Uh, I'm writing a plot for a cousinship! Yay! Plus I've resolved things with my reviewer(s) who didn't like where my story was going. D

Dedications: Kali Swifteye-san, Unen…uh…Naino-chan, and Isis-sama! Cause all of you deserve credit!

Bunraku: A large scale Japanese puppet theatre. The puppets are operated by many people, and about 2/3 life size. The puppeteers are on stage and not hidden during the show

Bunraku

Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs
I have learned to love the lie.

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense…yeah
Let me in
Let me in to the club
Cause I wanna belong
And I need to get strong
And if memory serves
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.

-Let's get fucked up and die, Motion City Soundtrack

OoOoOoOoOo….

"Sasuke, Don't come in," He's watching a door, speaking steadily to it, talking as if it was the only thing protecting himself and his life and his love and his everything.

Of course, the other boy disobeys, sliding the door open with trembling fingers.

Only now does he realize it's himself opening the door. Only now does he realize that there's a mirror to his right, where there never was a mirror before. But it can't be a mirror, because the actions are different. He, himself in Itachi's body, is smiling cruelly. The mirror Itachi (the real one?) is staring solemnly.

"Father! Mother!" The boy stumbles in, on his knees, wailing to the high heavens. "Brother, Brother, Brother!" Three times the charm, " Father and mother are…Why! Why! Who the hell…this…"

The Itachi he is is still smiling, he's still laughing inwardly. The mirror Itachi is trying to reach out to console his brother. But not physically.

They both throw a kunai, slicing their poor, poor brothers, his, shoulder. The boy winces in pain, admits a small cry of pain to pass his lips. The difference is that he is relishing in causing the one he loves pain. The Mirror is trying to tell Sasuke to leave, get away, now.

"Foolish little brother," He says, and he means it. Mirror: Get away, run, little brother.

Then he uses the Mangegakyou Sharingan to reenact the act of his parents death. He wants it to hurt him, the other is mentally screaming for the other to run, but slowly giving up. He does it to help, he swears. He wants to stop this, stop torturing his brother.

Sasuke doesn't, though. "Why…did you?" A weak, girly voice, one that the mirror loves dearly but must erase.

So the mirror lies, but Sasuke tells the truth, "It was to measure my capacity."

"To test your capacity…? That's all…that's…the only reason…you killed everyone…For that?" The boy is on his stomach, on the ground, and the copy wants to help him up, while he gloats over the small victory.

"It was essential," A small, quiet confession they can both agree on, and now they're the same person, for this one moment when they feel sorry for the boy, allow him to grapple with the change.

"What…that's…" He knew the move coming before the other boy even knew he was going to attempt it. "Complete crap!" He rushes at them, both of them, and it's a small relief for the mirror when he trips, catches the eye of his father before Boy Sasuke spills tears.

Then he runs, and both the mirror and the real follow, appear in front of the scared and frightened and devastated boy. "Yes…You can't be my brother…because…"

You're Not My Brother.

-

Sasuke wakes up, hands tied and eyes full of black glass.

Fucking drug induced dreams.

OoOoOoOoOoO…..

"Sasuke?" The voice was meek, quiet, echoed in the impossible large cell that housed himself and several ANBU.

He remained silent.

"Sasuke," the voice took on a more desperate edge, pleading as if trying to tell him to please, please answer back. "Do you know who I am?"

Of course he knew who he was. He was the reason he was here, the person who haunted his dreams for the past several days and made him want to live, live as if he weren't dead.

But he couldn't exactly say that, could he? "No." Said his voice, so apart from his own body and dried and cracked and nothing like it used to be.

He heard the slide of metal against cloth, and he hated how he envisioned those loosened kunai sliding across the tanned flesh of the boy talking to him at the moment.

The boy who was currently holding on, rather tightly, to an ANBU's hand, one with long black hair and a curse that radiated a rip off of the mange sharingan scenario.

He would have tightened his own hands together, but stiff gloves that prevented him from doings seals and jutsus and hurtful things were preventing him from doing so.

Fuck it all and Tsunade and Shizune and all of Konoha.

The pause between his 'no' and a reply was becoming unbearable.

"It's Shin."

'Oh, don't sound disappointed, Shin, I still dream about you and want to make it better even though when I hug people they end up with kunai's in their backs,' is what Sasuke wanted to say.

He didn't.

"…Hm." He cringed when he felt the green-eyed boy let go of Neji's hand in favor of walking over to him. He would not shrink back, he would not shrink back, he would not shrink back.

Sasuke moved back with each step Shin took towards him.

"I'm sorry Sasuke…I'm really sorry…" Shin almost sat beside him, almost touched his body (not his heart) with his hands, and for the first time he felt relieved for the guards because they prevented Shin from moving forward.

Nobody could touch the Uchiha, for he was a diseased, sickly man who could sully your virtue through skin to skin contact alone. This is what was said, in whispers that one could not hear or fathom nor did they want to.

Shin drew his hand back without the ANBU having to tell him too.

'It would figure, wouldn't it?' Sasuke's stray thoughts spoke, and he didn't even know what he was thinking and wasn't that a bad sign? "Shin, leave me alone, won't you?"

"No!" The conviction in his tone threw him off, made him shift back to the edge of his seat like the ones in jails, a supposed bed. He wouldn't open his eyes because he couldn't see, didn't want to see.

God, he hated these fucking glasses.

"Sasuke, why are you here?" Because of you. "Why did you attack Hinata-san?" Because she said something about you. He didn't mean to, honestly. It just happened.

"Wow! Hyuuga-sama and Nakitama-san…It has a ring to it!" Sasuke spoke to his mind, quietly. He didn't notice he was speaking out loud.

Shin's voice cracked, "Pardon, Sasuke?" How come he was so polite, now? Why not when he first met Sasuke?

Well, Sasuke wasn't going to give him an answer at any rate. He didn't want to, wouldn't ever want to. He didn't even want to answer questions he was asking!

He sighed, slipping the kunai he had hidden among himself, throwing it at the ANBU in the top-left corner of the square room, satisfied when a thud remedied all his questions at the moment.

The ANBU attacked, Shin left, and Sasuke went to sleep.

OoOoOoOoOoOo…………..

"Sasuke!" The boy was screaming, running across the field of flowers, yellow hair a bright beacon against the backdrop of the purple sky, orange suit a reminder of life compared to the black ground.

Sasuke picked a flower up, frustrated that it kept collapsing into red on his skin. So he produced a fake flower, a vivid, brilliant ersatz compared to the black and red field.

Naruto smiled, out of breath for the two inches he seemed to move.

Sasuke waved from across the field, grabbing Naruto's hand and resting the faux flower in it. "Why are you so excited?"

"What's happiness mean?" Which was a weird question, because Sasuke hadn't even mentioned the weird and foreign word. Was it another language?

Naruto looked perplexed.

He waved it off with annoyance, repeating the question in a different context, "What were you calling my name for?"

Naruto looked even more confused, "I'm not lonely, I'm not crying for you."

Sasuke stared at him, and Naruto was trying not to piss him off further. It wasn't working. "What did you want to tell me!"

Naruto glared stubbornly at him, and he could see the blue of Naruto's eyes from this far, the only blue in the meadow, "I wasn't saying that I need you!"

"Goddamit, Naruto!"

"Finally you ask what the I'm yelling for, teme!" Naruto grinned, Sasuke himself was puzzled, and the sky kept lazily spinning.

Sasuke nodded at him, dumbfounded, and motioned for Naruto to come over to show him. 'Closer,' His eyes beckoned. 'Further,' his body said.

Naruto did both. Now he was standing in front of Sasuke, close enough to touch.

Sasuke reached out, and he could not touch Naruto. 'It's because you don't want to,' Naruto smirked.

"See!" He proclaimed proudly, holding up the strange item that sobbed at people to not look, to ignore it.

Sasuke stared at it. "What is it?"

"It's my mask!" Naruto had exclaimed proudly. "Wanna see how it works?" Sasuke shook his head. "Ok! Look, watch, see!"

Sasuke stared, annoyed. Naruto knew he was blind.

He watched anyways.

And gasped.

"Where are you?" Sasuke screamed, glancing around with a feverish look. The boy in front of him was not Naruto. He was inhuman, yes. Black hair that floated with the unnatural wind, green eyes that glowed with a sadistic glee, hands flying about to show off his new body.

"Right here! I've always been in front of you!" Said he, a voice filled with soft malice.

Sasuke immediately accepted this new development, came to love him in the seconds he'd known him.

"Lookit this, S'uke!" The boys voice said, holding up a similar mask, but this one drew the eyes to it, demanded attention.

Sasuke ignored it. He grabbed it, delicately. "It's Naruto! Ain't it great?"

The black-eyed boy smiled brightly at the demon across from him, mesmerized by the swish of his tail and twitch of his ears. Slowly, he ripped it down the middle, taking great care, "This is how a heart breaks."

OoOoOoOoOo………

"I'm clear?" The question was followed by complete silence, only broken by the shuffling of papers and Tsunade's sigh.

"There's a difference between being cleared and released, Uchiha-san." She said wearily, looking at him with tired eyes and pursed lips. Sasuke knew she hadn't pushed for him to be let out.

She only talked to him because she was the hold she still had on Naruto.

"To be honest, Hokage-sama, there's not much!" Even he was astonished to be let out after only, what, a month of incarceration? He'd supposedly killed something like 11 people (if you counted the ANBU in the cell), he'd attacked more people than usual, and he was still considered crazy.

Surely not even a fuckin' Uchiha could get off scot-free?

"Yes, Uchiha-san, there is. You're basically facing exile. First, all of your offences," Tsunade spat the word, disgusting by the fact the elders had requested the prodigy be released. Honestly, people had lost their families! "Are all being put down on your record, so any potential buyers of our services will look at your file and decline you, politely."

He suppressed a snort. Some people liked the fact that you could disregard the safety of your teammates and complete a mission at any cost possible. Some even liked their shinobi a bit…well…psycho.

Not that he was calling himself psycho.

"Second," Tsunade looked annoyed that he was hiding a smirk. She could tell, of course. He wasn't smirking to be an ass…he was smirking because of her naivety! "Your fellow villagers won't trust you anymore. Some people will refuse to offer you services such as food or even utilities! You killed many people, Uchiha-san!" Did she honestly think he would die because he wouldn't have money to buy food, or some other mundane thing concerning funds?

Sasuke nodded, trying to care to soothe her.

"Lastly, though it shouldn't be…" She hated comparing him to a dog, but somebody should have taught him earlier on that he could not do anything he wanted. She snorted. They should shove his nose in it. "You've been demoted to class 2 as an ANBU" (1)

He nodded, understanding the logicality of this decision. Though the teen couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance with the decision. He still held some of the customary Uchiha arrogance, after all. He'd gotten to the top through his hard work alone. His prestige had probably held him back, just as his brother had.

The fucker.

"Who's the new ANBU captain?" Sasuke questioned, quietly with none of the remorse the blonde sannin had been looking for. She sighed, motioning to the door, "Shikamaru is now the class 1 ANBU captain." Sasuke looked up, face sour as the lazy leader waltzed in, sitting in a chair with as much grace as someone who had lost huge amounts of blood.

He knew what that looked like. It was very inelegant.

"You…every single one of you is bothersome, you know that?" The shadow-user huffed, looking through bored eyes at the two occupants of the room. He looked at Sasuke, eyes curiously blank. "I regret taking your position, Uchiha-san."

The brunette couldn't resist. "Why did you take it then, Nara-san?"

Said teen contemplated this for a mere nanosecond before deciding to answer, "I would rather have to work then having one of my friends killed." Sasuke's eye twitched the slightest, and there was a faint worry that Shikamaru caught it. "I won't tolerate it from any of the ANBU in the squad." He finished quietly, and this was when he knew he'd caught the slight breakdown of his barrier.

"Of course," was the sharingan wielders breezy reply, and he stood up, ready to leave even without the dismissal. He paused when the other male in the room raised his hand to stop him.

"You do know it was an Inuzaku clan member you killed?" Sasuke froze at this, if only at the mention of clan member.

"Who?"

"You're dismissed, Uchiha-san," The Nara propped his feet upon Tsunade's desk, oblivious to the seething man.

Fucking lazy bastard.

OoOoOoOoOoOo………

'Uchiha-san,

Since you've been contained for some weeks, I'd like to invite you to a training session, Class 2 ANBU to ANBU. I'll meet you at training ground #2 at 1:00pm.

-Hyuuga Neji'

Pfft. First the damn Hyuuga tells him to be here without a way to refuse, then he shows up late?

He looked up, eyes squinting at the sun as he tried to discern what time it was. 1:15pm, and the prestigious genius wasn't even here.

Sasuke twisted, falling effortlessly into a handspring so he landed a few feet away. He snorted at the kunai, imbedded in the ground he was standing on moments ago. "Hyuuga-san, that was a pathetic attempt for any ANBU member."

"Oh, I was just gauging your reflexes," Neji said smoothly, appearing before the other man, movements not even stirring the leaf-riddled ground, "since you were contained for so long, I was wondering if your reaction time was slower than normal."

"There's no logical ground for thinking that," the brunette scowled at his counterpart, slowly uncrossing his arms in the Hyuuga tried anything else. "May I inquire as to why you are late?"

Neji looked amused, "I was trying to wake Shin up."

He barely had time to dodge the well-placed kunai above his right shoulder, opting to move to the left with a fluid step. "Uchiha-san, I believe that was an invitation to begin our fight.

Sasuke smirked. "I believe so," and pulled on the string wrapped around Neji's wrist, igniting them, and the man attached, within seconds. He readied for a counter attack, cautious but allowing himself to gloat, for it was he that had been in the damn prison, not Neji.

He nearly got hit as he rolled out of the way to dodge the log-trap placed above him. He cursed at himself for his arrogance as he spun into a standing position, two kunai in each hand to block the onslaught of his opponents weapons and fists.

Jump slight left, duck while turning right, dodge, parry, lunge, attack, twist in time to get away from that damn shuriken, shuffle back while bending down…

And never, ever, get hit. Just don't get hit.

He hissed as the kunai swiped above his left eye, just enough to open a wound. Fuck, he knew the injury location had been deliberate to, that bastard. How was he supposed to see with all the blood in his eyes? He scanned his head, thinking of all the lectures that Sakura had ranted at him. Head wounds bled worse…

He couldn't think right now.

And Neji was smirking at him, bloodline limit at full potential and still reaching out for more. The other man reached for the chakra point just above his elbow in his right arm and…

'Ah…' He slid forward, confused and suddenly tired. Jesus, why was he so exhausted? Whenever he initiated his own family limit, the curse seal would activate, halving his chakra. That as ok though, since he was prepared for that and had enough chakra reserves to take care of anything up to an Akatsuki member…

But this? He wasn't prepared to feel this weary, this dead…

"Uchiha-san," Neji started to explain, and Sasuke swore he would never use the words 'soothing' and 'Hyuuga' in the same sentence again. "The 'hospital' informed me that the medicine administered to you," only now did Sasuke realize that he was leaning on the other mans' shoulder, but he couldn't summon up enough energy to care. "…has paralytic properties that will last several days from now that are primarily used when you achieve your bloodline limit."

He gasped for air, suddenly feeling that even though there was plenty of air, there was not possibly enough to support both of them. He sucked in greedily, lungs working at full capacity and it was still not enough.

Those fucking doctors, giving him this damn medicine was just killing him. Saving him, right, why couldn't he breathe then? Or move for that matter?

"Fuck," Another claw for air. "You." He released his hold on the other man, opting to sink to his knees. "And your whole clan!" He snarled, regretting it when a feeling much like your throat being torn away from the inside consumed him.

"Well, Uchiha-san…" He saw Neji's knees out of the corner of his eye before quickly turning his eyes to in front of him. It felt like a migraine hundred-fold…

"We both know what this is about, really…" Of course. Shin. Always was about fucking Shin, and when it wasn't Shin it was Naruto. He'd always hated the bastard. He repeated that as a mantra in his head. 'Bastard, Bastard, Bastard, Bastard…'

"If he is to ever leave my hands, Uchiha-sama…" Hurry up and stop talking, goldsmith, so he could pass out in peace, "It had better be willingly."

Sasuke closed his eyes, leaning forward and hoping he didn't land on something particularly sharp.

He just didn't care anymore.

OoOoO2 weeks lateroOoOoo…….

"I can't believe they would even consider putting us together on a mission after what just happened," Sasuke growled, flitting quickly from tree to tree, the other brunette right beside him.

"Tsunade-hime seems to have this small sadistic streak," was Neji's reply to his outrage. Didn't this man ever get flustered, or angry, for that matter?

They remained in silence after awhile, aware of the few enemy chuunin following them, but not concerned in the bit. They were chuunin. It wasn't their vests that egged them so, it was their ability. They could tell that they weren't deliberately leading them on with the noise…They were just noisy. The fact that they were not genin was even more a surprise!

Almost as if they were synchronized, the two stopped in a clearing, turning around to face their pursuer with a quiet ease only they could muster. They even had the nerve to cross their arms, a big no-no for a shinobi of any level.

"Um…Ok?" A voice called from the trees, and it was amazing that they couldn't pinpoint where exactly the voice was coming from.

"No traces of chakra," Neji muttered from beside him. Well, he'd be able to tell that if he could use his fucking sharingan without being dizzy, thank-you. "Nothing at all," was the second part of Neji's statement.

God he hated this man. Sure, communication was key if you were a ninja, but there was such a thing as pushing it to far.

Sasuke was so busy fuming about the injustices of the world that he didn't realize that their 'shadow' had stepped out from under the cover of the foliage, nor did he register Neji's unintelligible noise and slack posture.

"…Shin, what are you doing here?" Now that was what Sasuke registered.

"…Shin?" Cue Sasuke's own stunned reaction. "How are you here, it's a two day journey from Konoha!" They both stared at the boy, aware that there were no others around him, how come they had thought that earlier?

"Um…" Shin was flushed, hands shoved in his pockets, wearing his usual garb of cargo pants and black shirt. Normal, plain, not noticeable, and shit, why was this kid here of all places? "…I couldn't…Well, I kind of missed Neji and Sasuke!" He rubbed his neck in a embarrassed way, blushing to the tips of his toes.

They colored, before shooting a glare at each other, a silent, childish game of, 'He missed me more than he missed you!'

"You could have waited the two days it would have taken us to get back, couldn't you?" There was nothing pointing to the fact that this boy was not Shin. Naught, nada, nothing…

"Um…" Shin was touching his collarbone now, eyes half-lidded and looking at them as if they were the only things worth looking at. Well…they were. But the point was he shouldn't be looking at them like that.

"I mean…I missed you." Understanding dawned in Neji's eyes and he blushed furiously, while Sasuke himself was still left alone in the dark. Why was Shin repeating himself? Honestly, they'd heard the first time, they were shinobi, goddammit.

Shinobi didn't get distracted by such stup- Holy shit, what the hell was Shin doing?

Sasuke's mouth went dry and he swallowed, marveling at the sight of Shin's closed eyes and flushed face, one hand on his own hip and one running his fingers along his collarbone. He let out a small noise, and he noticed Neji trying to keep himself from running over there, and barely succeeding.

"It's just…" Another small noise spilled from his lips, and Sasuke answered with something akin to a sound of disbelief. "I…well…there was no one there to…" Shin touched his lips thoughtfully, other hand still noticeably on his hip. "Be there, you know?" The words emphasized added to the effect of…well….Hornylusty Shin.

Sasuke had always know that his pants were tight, but not this tight.

"Neji…I missed that thing you do…" He was totally red now, they all were, but at least Shin was enjoying himself. "With the gentle fist…" He touched a spot under his ribs, softly and with a small, stuttering moan.

Sasuke shot a look of what could have been amusement at Neji, but the other was too enraptured to even notice.

It was almost to late when Sasuke threw the kunai, effectively stopping the dog creeping up behind Neji. "Hyuuga-san, I suggest you stop ogling your boyfriend," Sasuke cringed inwardly, amazed that he said it out loud. It was like admitting it. "And get protect the scroll from these two idiots."

Shin cackled, giving them a suggestive stare that sent all the blood…well, lower. There was a puff, and a boy standing much taller than Shin had ever been.

"You guys should have seen yourselves! Gaping like some idiots!" The teen laughed uproariously, arms crossed.

He didn't even know what happened when Sasuke picked him up by the scruff of his neck, eye twitching uncontrollably. He snarled at the boy, still shorter than him. "You know you could be arrested for what you just did?"

Neji was using the same lines on the dog, and it whimpered before releasing the jutsu to become a boy. "We didn't mean it that bad, honest!" The boy was still whimpering, not much of a change from his canine form.

"Hiruma! Kowaru! Where are you! Damn boys, running off like that!" At that moment (Luckily, for the two boys), and old man came barreling through the trees, stout and gray-haired and looking very much like any grandpa you'd meet in the ones.

A slightly crazy grandpa.

"You two idiot boys! Running from chores, huh? Trying to sneak off, huh? Well, now you know what happens. Ever time you shirk your duties you'll be caught by two ANBU and arresting without hesitation! Do you believe me now when I say that, huh!" The old man was playing this situation as a professional would play cards, using every opportunity to play the odds in his favor.

Sasuke and Neji twitched at the thought of being hired by this man to watch over two lazy boys.

"We promise, Grandpa!" They wailed loudly, struggling in the firm grip of the two men. "We won't, please call the ANBU off!" Apparently, their squad was used to instill fear in young children who wouldn't do chores.

They both twitched again, remembering the fairy tales of the boogeyman they had had when they were younger. They didn't want to be associated with Herman The Hairy Ninja, or The Man Under The Stairs.

They still hadn't let go of the two boys, nor had the old man ordered them to.

Neji hardly flinched when one kicked him in the shoulder.

"Now have you two learned your lessons?" They nodded vigorously, squirming and reaching for the ground with forlorn expressions.

Sasuke and Neji, in their apparent amusement, set the boys down when the man asked them to. They ran behind the old man, making faces when they were sure they were safe.

Neji smirked, adjusting the scroll and his mask before appearing behind them. They squealed loudly, running in front of the man…where Sasuke was.

Sasuke loved kids.

The old man continued chiding the kids, saying that since Konoha was just 2 hours due west of here, and he could have the ANBU here anytime.

Sasuke jerked his head up at the mention of the location, before interrupting the tirade the man was engaged in, "Two hours due west, nearest village for miles, am I right? The small village of Shinohata?"

The man paused, nodding sagely for the moment his mouth was slack.

"It's…December…So about…5 months ago, on August 16th, was there a boy here named Shin Nakitama, age 15? Black hair, green eyes, yay high?" Sasuke measured the exact height from the ground, hand level with where Shin's head would have ended.

The man was thinking, but the boys eyes had lit up, and they were waving their arms wildly around. "Nee-chan!" They crowed loudly, grins plastered on their faces. "Yeah! He said he was going to visit us!"

They looked at each other, bowing their heads in thanks before taking off to the confused cries of the children and the loud voice of the old man.

"Your snake isn't tight enough over your face," Neji commented, quietly and in a smooth voice.

"Your bird isn't doing so well," was the reply, just as quiet but with a deadly edge to it.

They nodded before slipping off in different directions, Neji to Konoha and Sasuke destined to search for the place where Shin awoke.

See, the funny thing about the snake and bird thing was the masks. When you went to get them assigned to you, they were usually tailored to your specific traits and personalities, as well as your past. That way, none were the exact same.

But what was even more hilarious was the fact that the guy who made them was a sadistic bastard.

The Uchiha and Hyuuga had gone into the building to get their masks at the same appointed time, as they were being christened as official ANBU the next day and must wear them.

As they'd gone up to the counter to receive them, the man had grinned up at Sasuke, malicious intent shining in his eyes, "Here you go, snake." Then with a similar comment aimed at Neji, he had taken yelled that this station was closed, go to the next one or wait until tomorrow.

They'd both left white-knuckled, but with calm faces nonetheless.

Sasuke's only though had been, 'Well, at least someone hates me for what I've done.'

But now he couldn't find the cottage and there was no chance he would because it was midnight and the woods were ripe with enemy ninja.

Imagine that.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DAMMIT I'M DONE. YAY. BOOYAH.

But the notes before I finish celebrating:

(1) I have a system. Class 1 ANBU: Captain of all the ANBU squads. ALL OF THEM.

Class 2 ANBU: Captain of a squad.

Class 3: Normal ANBU. CAPTAINS PWNZ YOU.

NOW I SHALL CELEBRATE. YAY ME. I FINISHED.

Anyways, the date is…October 13. That's roughly 47 days (didn't check with the calendar) before I last updated.

Not to long, was it? Eh heh heh…Shit, I know, sorry! I know I take long to write!

But guess what? Guess!

…I got a job. Which means less updates, IF THAT WAS POSSIBLE.

Oh well, I'd like to thank all my reviewers for their support, they've helped a lot! So much, really! D But there's roughly 5 more chapters left! Yay!

Anyways, the customary plea:

Please Review, and please leave constructive criticism.

Yes, I have a right to be unoriginal, thank-you.