"Damn it! It's all my fault," the man ended with a groan. He collapsed onto his bed and proceeded to slap himself. "Why was I dancing with that man? Was I that drunk?" he was now talking into his pillow. "Well… I kinda did what I wanted, but in the end it went horribly wrong. Instead of making him jealous, I succeeded in breaking his heart," the green-haired man sat up and sighed.

"You should have just let me handle this, but no~! You wanted to fix things all by yourself, like a big boy," a second voice mocked.

"Shut up! This is all started because of you!" the previous one replied.

"Hey, it's not my fault that he looks so adorable when he's in pain,"the dark voice chuckled sinisterly.

"I warned you he was going to snap one day! Why don't you ever listen to me," his voice was now soft, he was sobbing quietly. "Now he left, probably never to return again. I told you to be kinder and gentler. Why did you have to be such a sick, sadistic bastard!" his moods were going haywire, he was now furious. The saddest part of this argument was that he couldn't physically hurt the other. It is a part of him, something that is and always will be with him. He let his head fall onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling.

"What have I done?" the blue-haired man stared at his door with wide, unblinking eyes. He had been standing in front of his door, outside his room, for a good ten minutes, before he finally decided to enter. He gently turned the door handle and pushed the door open with his shoulder. His eyes were closed, wanting to believe that he would see Itachi as soon as he parted his eyes open. Once the door was completely open, he opened his eyes. Almost immediately, his entire body fell to the ground. He truly believed that what had happened earlier was a nightmare. Kisame had hoped to find Itachi asleep, on the armchair, with his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and an open book, gently placed on his lap. Instead, he found a cold, dark, empty room. Kakuzu walked by and noticed Kisame on the floor. The brunet shook his head and silently made his way over to his fallen companion. He helped Kisame onto his bed and covered his unmoving body. He noticed a stuffed weasel on the floor. He picked it up and placed it in between Kisame's clasped hands. He walked out of the room, not before turning off the lights though. (Hey he wants to save energy, which means saving money.)

"Hey…," was whispered to Zetsu, which he ignored. "Come on Light*. Listen to what I have to say."

"Why should I?" 'Light' spat out.

This action caused the other to flinch, "I'm… I'm sorry,"he whispered defeated. "I shouldn't have treated him the way I did. You may not believe me, but I, too, love him."

Zetsu shot up from the bed, surprise shown on his face. He couldn't believe what he just heard. He had known his other self had fallen in love with Tobi, but was disappointed when the other kept denying it. "I knew you loved him." The other was shocked, unable to form words to ask 'Light' how he knew. As if sensing his question he answered him, "We share a body and one day you fell asleep and had a dream about Tobi. This dream was different from the others; it didn't involve you hurting Tobi. That's when it hit me. It explained why you didn't want me to go see him. You were afraid of your own feelings." He sighed, a small smile on his lips, glad that 'Dark'* will finally show his love for Tobi, then he remembered that that won't be possible.

Kisame turned to look at the stuffed animal in his hands. He blinked, trying to remember where he got it. He stared at it for a little longer, when his eyes closed. A soft sigh escaped his lips and a smile soon appeared. He chuckled, remembering exactly how red Itachi had gotten when he gave it to him. He had seen Itachi eyeing it at the store the other day. Kisame returned to the store, later that same day, and purchased it. When he came home he found Itachi taking a nap on their bed. He silently made his way towards the younger man and gently lifted his right arm. Kisame stared at his love's face the entire time, looking for any signs of him waking. He carefully maneuvered the stuffed weasel in place and gently lowered his lover's arm. He took a few steps back and admired the scene in front of him. He pulled a camera out and snapped a few pictures, of Itachi hugging the stuffed animal, from different angles. He waited, in the armchair, until Itachi woke up, he wanted to get a picture of Itachi's face when he woke up and saw his present. After about ten minutes of waiting, Itachi began to stir slightly. Kisame saw Itachi sit up with a puzzled look on his face. Then, Itachi's eyes widened in a childlike manner, so innocent. He dived at the stuffed weasel and proceeded to snuggle it to death. Kisame didn't waste a single moment; he was snapping pictures like a madman. The entire time he was biting his lower lip to prevent himself from laughing out loud, and making his presence known. He finally cleared his throat, Itachi gasped and fell face first to the ground. Kisame rushed to his side, the entire time laughing his ass off. Itachi looked up at him with glassy eyes and a small pout, seeing his face like that caused Kisame to stop laughing and kissed him passionately. "Did you like your present?" he asked and received a shy nod of approval as a response. Itachi decided to thank Kisame by having hot, passionate sex for the remainder of the night.

Remembering that day caused him to curl his body around the stuffed animal and sob violently.

Zetsu held a pillow over his head in an attempt to silence his cries of anguish. His other self tried to desperately comfort him, but he, too, was feeling he was going to break down and cry. He did everything to try and stay strong, but the thought of never being able to see or hold Tobi again was just too strong. Tears rained down his cheeks, which only fueled Zetsu's tears. Both were now clinging to each other, mentally, for support. They knew that they would need each other to move on. They cried themselves to sleep, hoping to have pleasant dream, all the while of being unaware of the pair of eyes watching them.

The figure slowly closed the door and made their way for the library. He went up two flights of stairs and walked down the corridor. He made a left and entered through one of the double doors. A figure was sitting in an armchair, reading a book.

"Took you long enough," the figure growled out.

"Shut up! I had to wait till Hidan fell asleep." The other tried to defend himself, "You know how difficult he could be."

"Whatever. We came here to discuss how we can help those two," the person stood up and placed the book back on one of the many shelves covering the walls. "First, do you have any idea where Itachi and Tobi could have gone?"

"I can think of at least three places, but I doubt he would be at any of them," he sighed.

"Kakuzu… would one of places be his brother's house?" both turned to look at the source of the voice.

"Y-yes, but they don't get along very well," Kakuzu stuttered out.

"That may be, but they're brothers. If one needs help, the other would help them," the figure standing by the shelves said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Sasori has a point," the person at the door agreed with, who we now know as Sasori. "Itachi would always put his family's safety and well-being before anything else," the person explained.

"Yes, yes, that all may be true, but it doesn't help us. We have no idea where his brother lives, Pein," Kakuzu dropped his body on the nearest couch.

"I didn't think this through," Pein groaned while walking to the other couch.

"At least we're a step closer in seeing those two idiots happy again. Without Tobi here and Kisame happy, the place is too quiet," Sasori buried his face in his hands, "without those two, the house is all gloomy and empty."

"Pein," Kakuzu tried to get their leader's attention, "if you want to help, then you should know that we're not just doing this for them, we're doing this for everyone. Tobi, as stupid and idiotic as he may be, has always brought smiles to our faces, during the most difficult times. He was able to heal Zetsu and help him keep his sanity," Kakuzu spoke with so much emotion in his voice, it truly shocked Pein. Sasori was nodding s had in agreement to everything his friend was saying. The way he spoke these words proved to Pein that they weren't kids anymore, they were finally growing up.

Author's Note

*as you can see Zetsu has a split personality. the italics is his darker self talking and he calls him Light because Zetsu'd the kind one, that is also why Zetsu call him Dark, because of the others personality and stuff. In other words, they are total opposites.

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i'm sorry i didn't update when i said i would.

i have two projects i need to work on so i'm a little bit busy. that means the next chapter WILL take a while to be put up. schools almost over so i need to study for finals and stuff. T~T someone kill me.

Anyways~, hope you enjoyed this chapter.