A/N omg, so I am so sorry for this chapter. First of all, its like super late. Originally my excuse was that I was on vacation and that I had History Day to work on. Both of which really did get in the way. But mostly, I'll admit, was because I was lazy. Yes, completely and utterly and shamefully lazy. I am sorry. It took a review, which I just got today, from an anonomous reviewer to whip my lazy butt in gear. So thank you, whoever that was that said they sounded desperate.

Also for the dedication. Man, some of you had some wocky guesses. And I can't really dedicate it to just one person, cause a few people got, so here's to:

Rose Wyrm (I love your nickname for him by the way)
Haruka2007
Yasuraka Akuma
Jinxx180
catzy
DefectiveAngel (love your name by the way)
An anonymous person (I'm sure you know who you are)
Shadow Owl

And for the people that guessed Sasuke as well as one or two other people:

NarakusKoibito
Hells Twilight (You touched on him very breifly)
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If I missed anyone, I'm very sorry. Also, I'm so sorry for not responding to everyones review like I usually do, I'll do better next time, promise. And I think this chapter is not done very well at all. Its kinda at a boring part, and its all choppy and not very well written, so I'm sorry for that, I'll try do better next time.

Disclaimer: you know the gist.

My breathing was coming in ragged gasps as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I twisted my fist in my shirt as I tried to force my emotions into submission. Small whimpers slipped past my tightly pressed lips. Even a sob slipped past.

"Hinata, I'm sorry," Kisame cried out desperately. I felt the bed shift slightly as Kisame tensed and pulled back. "I shouldn't have done that. I couldn't help myself, and I didn't think that you- I'm sorry," all the words came out in a panicked rush. It was suddenly silent for a second and all I heard from him were ragged breaths and the ruffles of cloth. His voice was a bit muffled and I figured he was either turned away from me or he had his head buried in his hands. "It was stupid. I thought that perhaps-," he completely cut himself off with a guttural and frustrated growl, and settled with just saying, "It was foolish."

Suddenly, my anguish didn't seem important anymore, not with Kisame beating himself up about something. I sniffed a bit and wiped at my eyes with the bck of my hand. I swallowed the remnants of the lump in my throat and turned my head to face Kisame. I crawled over to him and tentavily reached out a hand to touch him gently. "K-Kisame…." My voice faltered a bit from the previous emotional strain. I gulped and continued. "W-what is wrong?"

"I shouldn't have kissed you," Kisame told me seriously as he turned back to face me. I gasped and pulled away, facing up at him with a shocked and pained expressions. My eyes were wide, and my mouth hung open. With a small sound of hurt, my eyes narrowed and my mouth was pressed into a firm line, and I looked away sharply away.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a few fat tears rolled out from beneath my lashes. That had cut my deeper than I had though possible. He shouldn't have kissed me? Did he regret it? I had thought that perhaps the kiss had meant something more. That perhaps Kisame thought of me in the way I had always wanted Naruto too…. But he said that he shouldn't have done it.

"W-w-." A small sob made its way through my voice, and I was having trouble getting the words out. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to be strong. Finally, I managed it. "W-w-why?"

"Because you didn't like it," Kisame murmured a bit bitterly. I heard a crack and felt folds appear on the bed. He had fisted his hand in the sheets. My eyebrows crinkled as the realization hit me. A small chuckle escaped my lips. I jumped forward and wrapped my arms around Kisame. I managed to snag him around his waist. I heard a startled sound of surprise and immediately felt him tense.

"Kisame," I giggled as I hugged him. "That wasn't what I was crying about. I did like it, it was perfect," I assured him, though blushing furiously while I did so. I let go, and smiled up at him. The releif and elation I felt at the knowledge that Kisame did not regret it was amazing. He had just thought that I was crying because he had kissed me. He may still care for me as something more.

"Then what was wrong."

"It would have been the perfect first kiss," I said softly as I looked down, immediately sobered. I sniffed a bit and wiped my nose on the back of my hand in a very unladylike way. "But…it wasn't my first kiss. Itachi stole that."

It seemed like I should hate Itachi with all my essence as I said those words. But I didn't hate Itachi at all. I hated what he had done to me, and had tried to do. But I couldn't hate him. I had gotten too close to him over the month. I found that I was just sad over my loss, rather than angry towards the one that caused it. Besides, Itachi would never do something like that to me again. Kisame though, was furious. "That bastard," he seethed. I felt him tense beside me and bit my lip. "I should have beaten him for what he did. I should have taken out his own precious eyes." I gasped as I flinched back from Kisame's deadly aura. The other Kisame was making its appearance, and I didn't like it. What had happened to the gentle Kisame that had kissed me just moments ago? "K-Kisame," I stuttered. I felt said man freeze. I chewed on my lip, knowing exactly why he had. That was the first time that I had stuttered from terror or nervousness around him. The first time I had been shown any fear of him. "P-please stop. D-don't be m-mad at Itachi."

"Alright," Kisame agreed softly. He sounded so confused, and hurt. Never a voice I had heard from him. He never sounded broken. My eyes narrowed and gave him a reassuring squeeze. I felt him untense and move a little on the bed. He kept a healthy distance from me, afraid, I think, that he may scare or hurt me. I balled my fists in frustration. Why did I have to show my fear at the most inconvenient times? I sighed.

"We should go to breakfast," I said suddenly, seeking to change the subject. I twisted on the bed and made to slide off the edge, when I felt Kisame's hand on my wrist, stopping me. I moved a little closer to him on the bed and looked at him questioningly.

"So you did like it," Kisame said uncertainly, maybe even a bit shyly. He was referring no doubt to the kiss. I smiled up at him and nodded. I truly had; I wondered if perhaps, it was better than one that Naruto could have given me. I instantly scolded myself for comparing the two, or even thinking about Naruto when I should be thinking about Kisame. It wasn't fair to Kisame.

I then turned and got off the bed unhindered. I made my way to the drawers and grabbed some of Itachi's clothes, before I walked to the bathroom. I had adjusted well to Kisame's room. Itachi had thought that I would need someone to help me like he had, but he had been wrong. I spent most of my free time in Kisame's room, and it was very sparsly furnished, so I memorized everything rather easily.

I dressed quickly, and with success. I brushed my teeth, which was rather easy because you actually rely on touch to do that, then came back out. I felt a disturbance of air behind me as Kisame slipped into the bathroom next. I made my way back to the drawer and felt around on top of it. I had too move my hand slowly, for fear of knocking down a lamp, but it didn't take long for me to locate the brush. I stroked the brush through my long hair, before putting it up with the elastic band that I kept around the handle. Then I put the brush back up.

By that time Kisame had come out of the bathroom and we walked together to the kitchen. I didn't need Kisame to hold my hand and lead me anymore, because I was perfectly capable of getting there myself, but he still did. He still grabbed my hand and gently tugged me along with him. I didn't complain. I liked the sheltered feel of his large hand on mine, and welcomed it.

When we walked into the kitchen, Deidara and Itachi were already there. They used to give us a hard time about the hand holding, to which Kisame would always reply that he was helping me to get around. They had long since dropped the topic. Judging from the smell wafting around the room, it was Itachi's turn to cook.

I had learned a lot more about the great Uchiha Itachi then I had ever imagined over the month. I learned that he really had cared about his younger brother, probably still did. I learned that he disliked cherrys, and that he preferred nonviolent disagreements to violent ones. And from first hand experience, I learned that Uchiha Itachi, cannot cook.

Sometimes, I was glad that I was blind, and when eating Itachi's meal was one of them. Judging from the groans and noises of disgust, they looked about as appetizing as they tasted. Of course, we all ate them. Both because we were hungry and because we didn't want to offend Itachi. Itachi could be very…indignant when offended.

"Ransom reply came in," Deidara said as soon as we walked in. He said it in such an indifferent and nonchalance tone of voice, as if it didn't matter, that it took awhile for the words to process. As soon as the words sunk through though, I whirled around to face his voice. I stepped to him so clumsily and hurriedly that I forgot there was a bench there. I fell face first and deposited myself in his lap. Usually when that happened, which I was ashamed to say was quite often, he would laugh; then he would say something that would make me blush, and would pick me up and sit me down by his side, always holding me a little longer than necessary. But this time, there was no banter. He sat me down farther from himself than he usually would and let go almost instantly.

"W-what d-did you s-say, Deidara," I stuttered out. It took me much longer to get over my stuttering with Deidara then it had for Kisame and Itachi. I only got over it about a week ago. But now Deidara was suddenly colder, and he had just said something that totally threw me. There was an answering rustle, but no spoken reply. "D-Deidara…?"

"Well, it wasn't a answer per se, just a reply," he told me cryptically. I bit my lip. I wanted to grab him and shake him yell at him not to play with me. I didn't know why this was bugging me quite this much. I mean, if I wanted to go home it would make perfect sense, but I…I didn't want to have to go back; it was a traitorous and wrong, thought. But I wanted to stay in this moment of limbo forever. This place where I wasn't home, but I wasn't a traitor to my village either. Why did I even refer to that place as home?

"Spit it out Deidara, or it I'll force it out," growled Kisame menacingly from behind me. I cringed and recoiled from the sound. I had just witnessed the other side of Kisame twice in the space of only about an hour. I hoped it wouldn't become a regular event. Even though, I did hope that it made Deidara tell us already. I waited impatiently.

"Cool it, Kisame," Deidara snapped. I pursed my lips. "All it said was that they got the note. But it didn't elaborate on it. So we can only assume that they are still contemplating what they should do." I frowned as I looked down.

On one hand, I was glad that I was still in that desired indeterminate state. I could stay here without a horrible guilty feeling. But yet, on the other, I was hurt that they didn't seem to care at all about me. They hadn't said that they would pay, just as long as I was safe. They hadn't charged in here to rescue me. They hadn't even told them not to hurt me. Their letter was so indifferent; they didn't even care about me enough to make a decision. I really was nothing more than a political pawn to them. I swallowed the lump that had risen, unbidden into my throat.

"Perhaps," Itachi mused quietly, breaking the silence that had ensued after Deidara's news. I turned towards him with slightly parted lips in my wondering. I waited for him to continue. "The spy is a Hyuuga. Perhaps they are working on getting their heiress back." It was a complete change of topic. But I was used to that. There was no need for bonding fluff in a conversation.

"I suppose that's possible," Deidara agreed thoughtfully. I was shocked. Deidara had just agreed with Itachi. But he hadn't agreed to him maliciously, spitefully, or grudgingly like he usually did. He had simply accepted his possiblty in a friendly way. I took this to mean that his mind was not on his usual hatred. The spy was grating on all of them, so they were more worried about that more than anything. Then my mind was brought back to the conversation.

"No, it couldn't be," I piped up suddenly. I heard a small 'oh' of arrogant doubtfulness from Itachi. Itachi always seemed to think that he was right, and if anyone gave a different opinion he would always regard them in a way that clearly said 'oh please, do go on and humiliate yourself, because I know I'm right.' "I…" I bit my lip uncertainly before I started over. "He came to me yesterday…"

I ducked my head as I blushed. Thinking of the spy made me think of Kisame comforting me and holding me in his arms. And if that weren't enough to make me blush, thinking of what had happened just this morning certainly was. Luckily though, I don't think anyone was paying attention to my show of school girl embarrassment.

"He did," Itachi inquired suddenly, in a commanding and loud voice. I nodded my head meekly. I heard a rustle of cloak as Itachi turned sharply. "Kisame?" He was trying to get Kisame to tell him what had happened, after apparently giving up on me as a source of information.

"I don't know what happened," Kisame answered, professionally apologetic. "I just walked in and she was in a heap on the ground crying and gasping for breath. She had bruises on her neck. I think the spy was trying to kill her when he sensed I was about to walk in."

"You didn't sense his chakra," Deidara accused. I winced at the harshness in his voice.

"No," Kisame growled in reply. I could sense his annoyed indignance and I bit my lip. I hated it when it was so tense around here. "He must have been masking it. He has to be highly skilled to have infiltrated us multiple times, it would come as no surprise that he can mask his chakra superbly."

"What did he say to you, Hinata," Itachi asked. It came off as a demand, but I knew from his tone of voice that he was making an effort to talk gently to me. They knew that if they pressed me too hard then it would be too hard for me to speak to them and it would only take longer. Then Itachi added as if in an after thought, "It is a male, is it not?"

"It is," I nodded. I bit my lip as I tried to recall exactly what the spy had said to me. "He asked why I was here. But he spoke as though he knew me, and I him. But I can't for the life of me figure out who he is!" I shook my head violently in my frustration. "He talked about, Naruto and such, but he didn't tell me who he was."

"You know him," Kisame asked in surprise. I shrugged meekly.

"I think I do, or I did," I replied. My brow furrowed in confusion. "But I'm not sure where or how or anything." I gulped and continued in a small voice. "If I only could have seen him…"

"Did he talk about anything else," Itachi asked. Itachi never spoke about my blindness. Whenever the conversation drifted to the topic he would quickly change the subject. If it weren't Itachi, I would have thought that it was out of guilt. I nodded.

"He a-asked for information on A-Akatsuki, he s-said that h-he wouldn't k-kill me if I t-told him," I said. All this talking and questioning and intense attention was bringing back my stutter. But I wasn't that afraid of the Akatsuki members. I was scared for my life, yes. Not overly so, but there was that knot in my stomach that wouldn't go away. Ever since I had woken up in my cell. But on the outside, they weren't too scary really. I would probably be stuttering more around my own family.

It was like there were two kinds of being scared. One socially so, and the other for your life. The kind of fear I felt at that moment, had been for my life. As I told them what the man had asked, I knew what conclusion they would jump to. And I was terrified of having an S- classed criminal's wrath brought down on top of me. For good reason.

Almost as soon as the words left my mouth, felt long fingers close around my throat. I gasped in surprise. I had expected a negative reaction, but I hadn't expected my life to be threatened again. My own hands flew up to grab the ones at my throat.

I thrashed violently in reaction as I felt my airway close. It was harsher even than the spy's grip. With the spy I feel my air slowly leaving my body. What had hurt the most had been my lungs, but now I could feel the nasty bruises forming on my skin. I felt as though he was crushing my windpipe.

Just as suddenly, I felt the hands torn from my throat and felt myself being pulled away. I clutched my neck tenderly as I gulped in the air gratefully. When my oxygen had returned I looked up at the person who had attacked me. Of course I could not see them, but I knew that they were there. I still felt a person holding me back. But not to restrain me, it was more of a protective grip. I was grateful that Kisame was there for me. "Deidara, what the hell was that," Kisame snarled menacingly. A part of me wanted to instinctively flinch away from the menacing sound of his voice. But most of me just wanted to let him defend me, and let him keep his arm firmly around my waist. After all, I was tired of getting the air stolen from me. That had been twice in a very short amount of time, and I could already feel the bruises forming on my neck. I put my hand up to them, and was about to heal them when I thought better of it. I was still tired, and I didn't wish to exhaust myself. So instead I simply waited patiently for Deidara to answer the question. "She sold us all out to that spy," Deidara growled back. I winced. I knew that was what they would think. They thought that I had betrayed them. Truthfully, I supposed it wouldn't be betraying them, because I owed no allegiance to them. But still, it would have made me feel awful. Especially after they had been so kind, and had taken care of me. "Why should we keep her around." "We keep her around because she is a source of money," Itachi replied coolly from a little farther back. I made a small sound of pain, that I had tried to stifle. That had hurt more than Deidara' s attack. 'A source of money…' That was all I was; that was the reason they kept me around? Well I knew in my head that that had to be the reason. But I wanted them to want me around more than just because of that. I wanted them to want me around for the same reason that I wanted to be around. "She said that the spy said that he would not kill her if she told him what he wanted to know," Kisame growled reasonably. "When I came in she was half dead. If the spy tried to kill her it was obviously because she did not tell him what he wanted to hear." I smiled just a little at that. Not just because it was correct, but because Kisame hadn't used the same reason as Itachi. "Did you tell him anything, wench?" Deidara demanded. I shrank back from his voice. I had never fully trusted Deidara, but the malicious vibe he sent out to me now was horrible. Tentatively though, I shook my head. "Did you or did you not? Don't lie to me!" Deidara pressed. He had been off put by my hesitant and silent nod. He needed more certain proof and determination from me. I bit me lip. "I didn't tell him anything," I whispered out more determined. The whole spy ordeal had shaken me up. Kisame's kiss, as wonderful as it had been, did nothing to stabilize it. And than this whole breakfast had been trying. I hoped that Deidara would just accept my answer. And I hope that Kisame wouldn't make me go train with Deidara later today. "Stop it, Deidara," Itachi ordered softly. "She did not tell the spy anything, I do not believe that she is the sort of person that would cause another harm just to benefit herself." I could hardly believe my ears. Itachi was defending me. He was saying nice things. True, Itachi had not said particularly mean things to me in the past month, but such a nice thing as practically unheard of. Then again, maybe to Itachi being unselfish, for that's what he had basically called me, was not a good thing. Maybe he looked on it as weakness..."Why shou-""That's not exactly the issue at the moment," Kisame snapped, cutting off Deidara somewhat harshly. I looked up at him. His arm was still around my waist. Though it was completely relaxed and slack. The thought of freeing myself from his practically nonexistent grip flitting through my mind, but Deidara's growl of annoyance quickly detoured that. Better to stay close to the larger man, just to be safe. "The issue is that the spy is becoming more aggressive. I think that we should drop everything at the moment and find him." "You only want to do that be-""Deidara, he is right," Itachi too, cut off Deidara. Of course, it was not harsh, nothing Itachi ever did was harsh. It was too smooth and silky, but it spoke of authority that could not be questioned. "Zetsu is coming soon to check up on us. If we do not have that spy either dead or in custody we're are going to be in big trouble. I say it is about time that we did start making him are complete priority."

I bit my lip. On one hand, this was good. They would catch the spy and get rid of him. Them I wouldn't have to be scared when I was all alone in the lair. I had never been scared of being alone in a home before, but with this man on the loose I was. I knew that he had been about before, but he had never showed himself, so it was like he was just a criminal one heard about on the news. Like he wasn't quite tangible. But that's not how I felt any more.

It was good also, because perhaps once he was gone, they would all start to relax more. They were so taut with him free. They were more irritable and hard to get along with. It made everything almost unbearable. But once the spy was taken care of, and this man Zetsu had come and gone, then maybe they would all get along better. Not perfectly. Maybe not even well, but perhaps better.

But it seemed like things needed to get worse before they could get better. They would probably all leave, and then they would all be tired as well as even more conflictory. And what was to happen to me while they were out and about?

"Hinata, your training for today is cancelled," Itachi told me. I nodded. I had been expecting that. "And all your training will be until further notice." I took that to mean, until we catch the intruder and maybe until Zetsu is gone. "You might as well stay in Kisame's room. Though I suppose you can come to the kitchen if want."

"Okay," I agreed with another nod. I knew that this was going to be long and boring for me. But I was also sure that it would be better for me, and the rest of them, in the long run. I didn't like this conversation anymore. Wasn't there happier subjects to move on to? Luckily, I was saved by my stomach, which let out a rather loud grumble.

The fine tuned ears of the ninja's around me picked up on it right away. Deidara broke out into his loud, somewhat obnoxious laugh, and Kisame let out his low and rumbling one. Even Itachi let out a somewhat irregular breath that I had come to pass as his equivalent of a chuckle. I ducked my head as my face heated up to a no doubt brilliant red.

Fortunatly though, I heard some banging and swooshing as Itachi got the stuff he had made. I wasn't sure exactly to call it food. But I couldn't blame Itachi for not being able to cook. He spent all his time training, there was no time for learning how to cook. That was my secret ambition though. I wanted to be able to cook for the three Akatsuki members.

I heard a clunk as my bowl of mush was plopped in front of me. I didn't jump as I felt Kisame take my hand and put the spoon in it. It was unnecessary, I knew, but I wasn't going to stop him. It was one of those things we still did, though I didn't need it. Like when he lead me around by my hand, even when I generally find my way around the lair pretty well.

I ate my bowl without complaint, as did everyone else, just like always. By the time we were done I was about to get up and go with Deidara, just like always. Until I felt Kisame take my hand and tug me back to his room. I was glad that I was used to silence. Every breakfast, everyone would have a discussion before we ate. But while we were eating and after we were done there was little to no speaking. It was a nicer silence than at home though, so I didn't mind.

"You think you'll be okay by yourself," Kisame asked as he stood by the door. I had just sat down on the couch and he was about to leave, but apparently not before a few parting words. "He could come again."

"I'll be alright," I assured him gently. It was touching to know that he actually cared. I was so used to most people not caring at all. "With the three of you patrolling around, I don't think that he will try anything." I really thought that though. I wasn't just telling Kisame things to reassure him. I didn't like to lie. I was sure that even white lies could come back to huant me.

"I'll be back later," Kisame said as we left. I nodded and heard the door close with a soft thump. I listened to his footsteps as he disappeared down the hall. I sighed and leaned against the arm of the couch. I bit my lip as I contemplated what I should do. I had never really been bored at the Akatsuki lair. I was either too busy, or too scared, there was no time for boredom. But here I was, bored.

I stood up and walked to the bed. Perhaps I could sleep the day away. On the way though, my foot caught on a discarded shirt and I went tumbling down. And that's when it hit me, literally. I was going to clean Kisame's room for him. Even if he was the kind of person that didn't particularly care what state the area he lived in was like, I was sure that he would still appreciate it to a certain extent. And besides, it was something to do.

So I turned and snatched the shirt off of the floor and then made my way to the wardrobe. I spent the better part of two hours on a seek and destroy mission for discarded clothes. It took me awhile to find what drawers he kept things in, until I discovered he had no organization system. I sighed in exasperation and pulled everything out, and separating them. This took a lot longer when you could see them.

I was in the process of identifying a pair of pants when I felt a familiar presence behind me. I froze. There was no noise, just like the last time. No soft foot steps, no swishing of clothing, and no breathing either. Just a feeling, just a shiver down my spine. And then a familiar voice.

"My my Hinata, I never took you as a tattle tale," the spy hissed in his deadly, and silky voice. I didn't move, didn't answer, just kept my breath steady. This time, I heard a swoosh, which I was sure was deliberate, as the spy sat down behind me. "But then again, I never took you as the kind that would fall in love with a criminal man that was seventeen years your senior."

There was something about the way he said the word 'man.' He sneered it as though it were a joke. I remembered the way Itachi had said it long ago to me. He had told me not to make the mistake that Kisame was anymore human then he. Or something along those lines. The main thing though, was the way he had said human, the same way the spy had said it.

I winced at what he said for more reasons that just the man comment. I was not in love with Kisame. I didn't even know if I had a crush on him. Yes I had kissed, but you don't just kiss and then live happily ever after in undying love. Maybe that was I how I thought it would be with Naruto when I was younger. But I knew better now. And just when he said seventeen years, it made me feel guilty for even just kissing him.

"I-I'm not in l-love with, K-Kisame," I retorted quietly, but in indignance. It was the only thing that came to mind at the time. It was the only thing that I could answer. My body was rigid though. I was scared, I didn't know what the spy wanted. Though I was sure that it would not be good for me.

"Hmm, didn't look like that to me," the spy sneered in my ear. I shivered at his hot breath, but retained my dignity and did not move. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch away. "But back to the main problem. Like I said, I did not think you were the one to snitch on people." I pursed my lips. I wasn't one to do that. But he was trying to make me feel guilty for telling them, and I would not feel guilt for something that was not bad. "But yet you ran and told my big bad brother."

I froze as I reran his last sentence through my head. Brother… Who is this man? I thought frantically. Who was his brother? Deidara, Kisame, or…Itachi? That's when it all fell into place. A man I knew, but not from where, and a referrence to his brother? How could I not have seen it before. I didn't even consider the possibility.

"Sasuke-kun," I breathed in shock. I had always been intimidated by the raven haired boy, but now I was down right afraid. I knew what this man was skilled and dangerous. And he seemed all the more so now that I knew who he really was.

"Don't ever call me that again," Sasuke hissed in disgust. I drew in a startled breath. "I was called that by sniveling and pathetic fan girls for the better part of my life, and I would perfer to never hear it again." I nodded hurriedly.

I heard that irregular breath, just like Itachi's. That one that passed for a laugh, and I realized just how much the two brothers were alike. They had the same mannerisms and way of speaking. I doubted though that Sasuke loved his brother as much as Itachi loved him. Because I knew why Sasuke was here, he wanted to kill his brother.

"Before I kill you," Sasuke whispered in my ear. I went rigid at his oppressive closeness. Why was he doing this? Because he was a bad person, said my mind. I felt panic building in my chest. He was going to kill me, and I didn't think that anyway was going to be able to save me this time. "Theres a few things you should know about that man you kissed. You see, the matter regarding his appearance…."

A/N okay, well I was blabbing so much up in the first one, that there's not a lot to say down here. Sorry about that. Anyway, please please please review. And I hope you enjoyed it, even though its not really my best work. So yeah, see you all later.