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And

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Chapter 11: Reality

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But that's how it's

gotta be

It's comin down to nothing more

Than apathy

I'd rather run the other way

Then stay and see

The smoke, and who's still

Standing when it clears

~Over my Head by The Fray

~*~

Hours slipped into days, and days passed to weeks. But minutes drew on for months and moments lasted for years. Memories took up the present, and the future was his past in another form. And as Naruto slowly changed, Sasuke realized he was not.

The next day after "everything hit the fan," as Naruto put it, had been the worst, the hardest, and the most anticlimactic day Sasuke had ever experienced. Because, once again, the Uchiha steeled himself for fate, for heartbreak…well, perhaps not the second, but he prepared himself for the worst nonetheless. His actions, however, were for naught. And, once again, his teammate pushed the spinner of this game he and Sasuke played, spinning the raven right along with it, and this time he didn't have to do it directly.

Seeing Hinata sitting at his kitchen table at 6 a.m. eating breakfast was enough to make Sasuke blink a few times. He'd woken up to quite a few surprises in the last few days, but a strange girl in his house was a new one. Even his fangirls never managed to make it through his doors. To walk into his kitchen and find the shy girl there was…awkward.

The shy Hyuuga must have been uncomfortable as well, because after looking up when he walked in, she immediately turned red and turned back to her nearly empty bowl of rice. Sasuke was ready to pivot and return to his room, but at that moment, Naruto appeared with two more bowls of rice.

"Oh! Good morning sleepy beauty! See what I was telling you Hinata? For a ninja, he sure can sleep a lot. He probably could sleep through an invasion!"

Sasuke scowled instinctively at the blonde, and all hope of returning to the sanctuary and solidarity his bedroom provided was lost. Instead, the Uchiha walked purposely to the chair farthest from the Hyuuga and sat, all while giving the air that he could care less about why Hinata was in his house.

"Aw, don't mind him Hinata-chan. Sasuke's a little cranky and confused; he's not used to having chicks over." Onyx eyes sent a death glare to the teasing blonde, however, Sasuke didn't miss how "Hinata-chan"'s face turned more of a blood red color…or maybe he was just seeing red.

Naruto looked from him to Hinata, then laughed before plopping down at the table and sending the two bowls of rice sliding down the table at the others. Sasuke easily caught the bowl in his right hand without taking his eyes, and his death glare, off the blonde boy. The girl at the table, however, was caught slightly more off guard, and the bowl crashed into her now empty one.

"Eat up!"

"Dobe, you're missing a bowl."

"Teme! If someone had gotten up a decent time I would've grabbed another bowl!"

"Manorexic."¹

"Oi! Says the person who skips breakfast nearly everyday!"

"Na-Naruto-kun. You can have mine." Naruto turned and smiled at the girl.

"Nah, you gotta eat up. Don't want ya fainting again."

Sasuke looked at the girl, slowly piecing together a plausible scenario including Hinata fainting, Naruto playing the hero, and her staying the night in a non-romantic way. For some reason, that slightly comforted Sasuke. Must be because he'd hate to think of what the two were doing in his house just a few doors down.

"Dobe, why don't you just get another bowl?"

"Teme!"

And then there was silence. And then Naruto started yelling again, before going silent again. And thus was how the breakfast went. And thus was how everyday after went. Silence, with the occasional yelling.

When Hinata left, everything fell into a loop. Sasuke woke up, ate, trained, ate, trained, ate, and slept. Repeat. Team 7 had no missions, and after the first couple of days of being paired with Sai at the team's daily spare sessions, he quit going. Soon his monotonous routines began eating away his sanity, loosening his grip on reality.

The only thing that kept him tied to the rest of the world was Naruto. Though Sasuke continued to train alone, as Naruto was not allowed within ten feet of anything "sharp or pointy" also as the blonde put it, he ate with both Naruto and Itachi. The first few days, Naruto conversed with the deaf and the mute. He spoke for the entirety of the dinner, barely making dents in his food (though Sasuke usually saw him shovel it down once there was no one to talk to)¹. But Sasuke only listened with one ear, half aware, and Itachi rarely spoke. Soon, the blonde seemed to realize the futility of the situation and dinner became quieter and quieter.

Sasuke began to worry when this happened. The Uchiha watched the fox boy fade into the background, and if that could happen to someone like Naruto, what hope was there for someone like him? Was he too just going to fade away too?

But Naruto was still the dobe he knew, though it was no longer all the time and his characteristics were far less exaggerated. At random moments the old prankster would appear again, just long enough to yell about how much of a teme the Uchiha was and/or do something worthy of getting a rise out of Sasuke. But then, like a switch, he was quiet and lifeless again.

The quiet wasn't necessarily bad though. Strangely enough, Naruto spent most of his days in the study reading. Sasuke was surprised he could read, let alone that he would.

Still, there were bouts of time he could not ignore. Sometimes they lasted for minutes, other times for hours. And for those minutes or hours, Naruto would be just as bad as he had been on the bridge the day Sasuke was promoted to being a jonin. The Uchiha would come in from training and see the blonde staring out the window with glass eyes and his hands pressed against the clear barrier of glass. Other days, Naruto would be doing the dishes, but then stop mid-way through with a sigh and just walk off. It was strange to see him like that. Even though Sasuke was well aware that the dobe was here because he had cut himself, he couldn't believe he was depressed. But the bouts made it fairly clear; the bouts made it real. There was no way Naruto couldn't be that person unless he was depressed.

Of course there weren't many of those bouts, usually only one every few days. So while they were impossible to ignore, they were easy to forget. Minutes after one of his bouts, Naruto could be found shooting spit balls at any bird within shooting range outside his window, or, once, drawing on his bedroom walls. It felt as if Naruto had two separate entities, and for some reason, that was easier for Sasuke to accept.

But he wasn't bipolar, or so said Itachi. The older Uchiha had said that to his brother, but he said little else on the matter of Naruto's condition. Naruto "met" with Itachi nearly everyday, but the two never said a word about their "sessions". Sasuke had asked Itachi countless of times if he'd learned anything about the blonde, but every time the answer was vague and usually said in a way that told him that he should go talk to Naruto himself.

He'd tried that once, despite the humility of having no other option but to. Sasuke's curiosity had somehow beaten his unsurmontable pride, and one day he found Naruto in the study and straight out asked him. Naruto said they spoke about better, more efficient ways of committing suicide. But then he swiftly changed his story to how the two of them planned to overthrow Tsunade-sama in a two-man mutiny. So he never bothered asking again.

And so the days went by, nearly the same way as the day prior. And though it drove him crazy, Sasuke never said a word against it.

Surprisingly it was Naruto who snapped first, probably only a day or so before Sasuke would've snapped himself. At dinner one night, the blonde asked for a pair of chopsticks, but Sasuke pretended not to hear him; it'd been a while since he'd gotten a rise out of the other teen, maybe a whole 6 hours. But when Sasuke did nothing after Naruto repeated himself, the blonde took his plate, stood up, and threw it against the opposite wall.

"KAMI! How do you two LIVE like THIS? You two are f-ing family, but you speak once a WEEK! What on earth is wrong with you?! I can see why Itachi KILLED everyone!"

No one said a word after that, and Naruto had no breath left to comment on their silence. The blonde was looking at him, waiting for his teammate to give him some kind of reaction, probably one involving violence no doubt. But Sasuke felt no anger; in fact, the younger brother felt nothing. Before he'd known the truth, he would've been on the other teen before he'd even finished his sentence. But now…

Sasuke hadn't forgiven his brother yet for what he'd done. But he'd accepted what had happened, and usually acted as if the night was from another lifetime, far, far away, and certainly not his own.

When Naruto realized Sasuke wasn't going to do anything, his mouth hung open slightly. And before the Uchiha could block him, the blonde punched him in the gut. On instinct, Sasuke shot back with a right hook to his teammate's right cheek. The hit made Naruto stagger slightly, maybe even a full step or two. Still, they were within hitting range of each other, but neither made a move. Instead they stared at one another, glaring in anger for some unknown reason. Finally, Naruto laughed.

"Teme. You can never give me any satisfaction can you?"

The ravens watched the blonde laugh with a distant expression. Of the two, only Sasuke seemed surprised. But, what Naruto had said rang true, once again. And, for some reason, that made Sasuke angrier than any other insult his teammate had thrown at him.

"Dobe." Sasuke replied, and walked past the blonde, purposely bumping into his shoulder.

And as he walked past his brother, he could swear he saw a smirk.

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Naruto picked at his nails carefully, flicking unseen specs of dirt this way and that. It had been easier to do this when his nails had long and sharp, but his nails had been cut and polished into perfect crescent slivers just that morning. Still, it wasn't as if he had anything better to do. The blonde glanced upwards at the dark haired Uchiha sitting across from him, still waiting for him to begin.

This had become a game of theirs, one among many. Since he and Itachi met everyday, Naruto had come up with small competitions to disrupt the monotony of his life. The funny thing was that Itachi rarely knew they were competing, thus making Naruto angry when he still lost.

The fair haired boy creatively named this one: who speaks first, which, of course, was a competition to see who could last the longest without saying anything. Naruto's current limit was 34 minutes, 17 seconds. He'd counted.

Still, he hadn't won once.

And at the rate Naruto was running out of fingers to pick, he knew he wasn't going to win today either.

"Oh Great One, who sits in thy chair and analyzes my every thought, what do we speak of this day?"

"What ever you want." Naruto mentally added a tally to the checklist in his mind. Yes it was another game of his, though not necessarily a competition. Instead, he guessed how many times Itachi would say "What ever you want," "It's up to you," or any variation of the two in a certain amount of time. The fox boy guessed 57 by the end of the week. That was number 38.

"Okay. Last night, I had a dream." The teen spoke quietly. "In this dream, I was a butterfly. I was flying around, and I landed on a flower. But then someone stepped on the flower and I died." Itachi nodded, so he continued.

"But then out of the butterfly came a caterpillar, a really, really ugly caterpillar. And at first I thought I was the caterpillar, but really I was a bird who swooped down and ate the caterpillar." Again, Itachi nodded.

"And just as I was flying away, I was blinded by the sun I flew toward and," suddenly Naruto started laughing. The blonde stopped, attempting to steady himself, then started laughing once more. "Okay, you win. I can't keep a straight face!" Once more, Itachi just nodded.

His psychologist's reaction made the blonde roll his cerulean eyes and sigh.

"Oh come on. It was more fun when you wrote the dream down! At least then I got to waste your ink with junk."

"Hm."

"I mean, come on! 'What ever you want to talk about'? For kami's sake, I'll be stuck here forever at this rate! You won't get to the root of anything if you let the problem speak on its own time."

"So, you want me to get to the root of the problem."

"I didn't say that!" Naruto snapped. "I said I wanted to go home. Don't psychoanalyze me!"

"You can't go home until I do." There was silence for a while.

"…Teme."

The teen turned in his chair to face the small window of the study and watched as a bird balanced on the sill. Things had slowly gotten worse since everything hit the fan. At first it was normal, understandable things. He could no longer look Sasuke in the eye, he ignored Hinata when she came to visit to discourage those visits, and he hadn't seen any of his friends since then. A couple came to call, but Naruto never bothered to see who, and eventually the Uchiha ignored the rings as well. But when they finally stopped trying, the fox container's downward descent became steeper.

Trapped in the Uchiha household, Naruto had nothing to take his mind off his thoughts. No missions that demanded his concentration, no training to numb his mind, and certainly no sharp razorblades to send his adrenaline pumping and pain to distract him. The teen only had schedules, routines, and motions to go through, and these motions drove him crazy. They needed no thoughts, and so his thoughts ran free and therefore were free to be haunted. And suddenly, he was having thoughts he only thought about in his dreams. His inability to control his demons, both live and imaginary, his lost of a trust he didn't know he had, and worse yet, whether he'd ever be able to go back. Because even his old, terrible, lonely life was better than this, and now that he was unsure whether he could go back to it, he wanted nothing more than to do just that.

But his so-called psychiatrist knew nothing about any of that. Naruto spent most of their visits wondering if he knew anything at all. Of course, Itachi had to know something. After that faithful meeting with Sakura and the gang, Dr. Uchiha appeared more doctor-like, appearing with a folder and a pen and once even fake glasses. Ever since then, that folder was the third member of their meetings. Every once in a while Itachi would scribble something down, and Naruto had no idea what it was that he wrote.

Secretly, it drove him crazy, or at least, more crazy than he already was. So, it became another game to see if he could say something that had nothing to do with anything and see if he'd still write it down.

"Is something interesting, Naruto-kun?" The blonde's head snapped to Itachi, his eyes squinted in a glare. The teen hadn't realized he'd been staring so intently at the spot where the bird had been and wasn't about to give the nuke-nin the satisfaction of knowing his train of thought.

"No, you're just so boring that I fell asleep for a second."

"Are you not sleeping well enough at night?"

"I'm sleeping just fine mommy. No boogeyman or nothing."

"It didn't sound that way last night." Naruto's glare narrowed further, as if trying to burn a small hole within the other's eyes.

Last night had been another terrible night. He, no the Kyuubi in his form, had sliced his friends until the bled out in his arms. He had laughed as Sakura's pink hair was tinted red, he had stabbed Sasuke's eyes until they were redder than the sharingan itself, and he took extreme pleasure in using the rest of his friends as human scratching posts. The dream was so striking and real, he'd woken with a start and searched for a nail clipper. It was the reason his nails were now cut so short.

"And how would you know that? Stalking me through the walls?" Itachi wrote something in the folder, and Naruto growled. "What, are you making a note that I don't like stalkers?"

"'Showing signs of paranoia.'"

"I'm not paranoid!"

"Hn."

"I'm not paranoid!"

"Hn." Naruto swore.

"What do I have to say, huh? What do I have to say to get out of this stinkin prison!" Itachi said nothing. "That I won't kill myself? I never was! That I will stop cutting? I have already! Why am I here?! Haven't I suffered enough?"

"Tsunade-sama says you are to stay here until you're well." Naruto jumped to his feet.

"What does that even mean? What f-ing ninja is well? We KILL for a living! We murder for money. We come home and go back to our vices or whatever gets us through the day, and hope that we won't have nightmares for once! Kami, how many times do I have to explain this! I'm no more messed up then anyone else in this village."

"Perhaps,"

"Perhaps nothing! What more do you want from me? Do you want to know why I can't sleep at night? Do you want to know why I cut? Do you want to know why I fake a happy face?"

"Do you want to know why I can't sleep through the nightmares? Do you want to know why I can't sleep soundly when the Kyuubi takes over my body and when I laugh at the destruction I, he, causes? Do you want to know why I can't stand to think of how messed up my life is and how I can do nothing to change it to the point that I cut myself to not think about it for a minute? Do you want to know why I figure that if I convince everyone else I'm happy, maybe one day I might actually be? Is that what you want from me!"

Naruto stopped yelling, completely out of breath and too angry to scream anymore. He was shaking with anger, and at first he didn't realize what he had just said. But it quickly sunk in and when it did, he started shaking harder. Kami, Naruto was an idiot. And Itachi's silence made it worse. Finally, Itachi spoke.

"That's a start." Naruto stopped shaking.

"A…start…?" The blonde said through grit teeth.

"Yes." Naruto stared at the Uchiha as if he was the crazy one, and slowly sat back down. When he did, he put his head in his hands and started laughing.

"Dear Kami, does the world hate me? Has everything I done been wrong? Do I really deserve this punishment?"

"And what punishment is this Naruto-kun?" Again Naruto laughed into his hands, though it could have easily been a sob.

"What else would you call this? My whole f-ing life has been a punishment! From the moment Kyuubi was put inside of me, to your dang superiority. What have I done wrong!"

"Do you think you've done something wrong?" Naruto's head snapped up to look at him.

"Would I be asking if I didn't? What other explanation is there!"

"The world is often unfair." Again, the blonde laughed slightly hysterically.

"Thank you for that great tid-bit of experience. I would've never realized that." Both became silent again. Then Naruto sighed. "Are we done for today?"

"It's up to you." 39. Naruto threw up his hands and stood.

"Sure! Fine, yes that's it. Good day to you!" As he went to walk out of the room, Itachi cleared his throat. The blonde stopped and turned to Itachi. "What?"

"Would you take this to Tsunade-sama?" The ex-nukenin held out the manila folder. Instantly, the teen's cerulean eyes grew wide, and his mouth fell open slightly.

"I'm not allowed to leave the house, remember? Not with the house arrest and all."

"I believe I can make an exception." Naruto raised an eyebrow.²

"Why?"

"Hn?"

"Why do you want me to take my case file to Tsunade? Why now?" Itachi didn't answer. Instead, he stood, laid the folder slowly and purposely on the table, walked past Naruto, and out the door way.

Said blonde blinked, and stared at the folder on the table. Just as slowly as Itachi had laid it down, Naruto reached for the object which constantly was at the back of his mind, hanging above his head like the blade of a guillotine. So many times he had wanted to read what was inside the manila doctor's file, and now it was literally within his grasp to do so. And as his fingers grasped the edge, that urge became nearly irresistible.

But he did resist. What was Itachi expecting him to do? Did Itachi want him to read it? Was this some kind of manipulation trick? Or perhaps a treat for behaving like a good boy today and spilling his soul? There were plenty of reasons, but each one was what Itachi wanted. And there was no way Naruto was going to do what an Uchiha wanted! But then again…Itachi may not want him to read it, and knows he won't read it because he had figured that Naruto would think that Itachi wanted him to read it.

Yeah, he was confusing himself as well.

With a sigh, Naruto grabbed the folder and walked out the door. Sure, maybe he was nothing more than a loyal, potty trained puppy, but there was a higher chance that Itachi wanted him to read the folder than him not……maybe.

Again he shook his head, and walked a little faster. The sooner he gave this thing to Tsunade-baachan, the sooner he wouldn't have to wonder if he was making the right choice.

Naruto didn't know whether Itachi had come through on his word and made sure he wasn't going to get in trouble for leaving, but there was no way he was taking any chances. Instead, the blonde slunk through back alleyways, hidden with the shadows of building and trash. He didn't even dare go around to the front door when he arrived at the tower, instead choosing to enter through "the back door", which really was an emergency exit which he had learned how to disable the alarm for when he was 8. But once he was in, he took his sweet time.

The Hokage's tower brought both fond and bad memories. Most consisted of scolding and flat out being yelled at, being the prankster that he was. However, even those moments were held in high regards in Naruto's memories. Inside, there was no chunin at the desk; instead she was replaced by a small sign reading "gone to lunch, 15 minutes, please wait". The blonde glanced at the sign and walked on to the Hokage's office.

Once in a far away time, maybe even in a dream, Naruto had looked upon the pictures on the walls and imagined his own face next to them. In that same dream, he thought of different colors to paint the walls, creating different rooms, and adding skylights.

Later, he dreamed of leaving his mark on Konoha in a different way. In that still far away time, he decided he was going to do more than change a building or be a picture on the wall. He was going to be his home's hero.

Naruto stopped in the hallway and looked upon the picture of the fourth Hokage. He smiled a little, but not at the village's hero. It was strange thinking of those far away times at a time where those dreams were even further out of reach.

How long ago had it been since he'd believed in those ridiculous goals? How long ago had it been since he had such faith in himself and in his ability to prove himself in the eyes of those who doubted him? He'd repeated those dreams over and over again, and at one time he really believed that they were possible. But that belief had died. It died within his arms, like a malnourished child that slowly starved to death, and he could do nothing but watch. Once those dreams died, he never bothered to dream again. If he dared to dream, he dared to dream that he'd live to see a better day.

The teen moved on, though his eyes stayed on the picture a moment longer. There was no point in remembering useless thoughts. Those dreams would never have survived in his world, in this world. He'd given up on them after it became obvious that he was wasting his life, as so many others did before him, and that was that. What's more, Naruto couldn't believe he'd bother with foolish dreams and goals ever again. He'd have to be crazy, and no amount of therapy session with Itachi could make him that insane.

As Naruto neared Tsunade's office, he had a smile on his face and an urge to barge into the office like old times. But, something didn't feel right. Slowly, the grin fell into a frown, and the blonde's steps became smaller and softer with each step. When he was within arm's reach of the office, he saw that it was left open a crack. The door was never left open. And then he heard the voices.

"When are we going to tell him?" The man's voice, for it was obviously a man's, was hesitant and pained, but firm.

"I don't want to tell him either, but he needs to know." Another voice said, before giving a shaky sigh. "Besides, we may need his help."

Naruto didn't bother getting any closer, because he knew who the voices belong to; Kakashi and Tsunade.

"But Tsunade-sama, this news…it couldn't be good…for his condition." A third voice, Shizune, said. And now he knew they were talking about him.

"I agree with Shizune, Tsunade-sama. Sakura tells me she hasn't been able to see him since he yelled at her and his other friends. I'm unaware of Itachi's observations on Naruto's condition, but I don't think he could handle this." Tsunade sighed again.

"Itachi's reports have been very vague, but it's clear he's not getting better. For all we know, he may even be getting worse."

"Then, Tsunade-sama—" Shizune was interrupted by a loud slam, and the sound of a chair toppling over.

"Do you not understand how hard this decision is? I love Naruto like my own, and I'd keep him away from this stuff for the rest of his life if I could. I'd keep him from being a ninja if he wasn't a stubborn idiot! But Jiraiya is dead. You can't keep that from him! Jiraiya died leaving us information on Pein, and we may need Naruto's help. This isn't something we could hide until he get better! For all we know, that could be the rest of his life!"

Tsunade's voice was nearly cracking at the end, barely able to retain her strong, commanding, Hokage's tone she'd started with. But Naruto didn't notice the change in her tone. All he could hear is the words "Jiraiya" and "dead" ringing in his ears.

The words were so loud, he didn't hear the manila folder's paper flutter through the air, nor hear it as it slapped against the ground. Naruto didn't notice that he could no longer hear voices talking from inside the office. And even if he could hear correctly, he doubted he could hear his name being called out behind him over his own heavy footsteps as he ran out of the building.

¹ No, I'm not making Naruto have an eating disorder, though they do usually go hand in hand with depression and cutting. But I realized that any eating disorders for Naruto would probably stem from being unable to afford it, rather than a mental instability. But of course, that's just me being lazy : )

² Can u raise only one eyebrow? I can't XD

Ah! Yes, a cliff-hanger! I know you prob wanna kill me, especially since this chapter has been long in the making (over a month?!?!), but is still fairly short (For me at least XD), AND I killed Jiraiya O.o. So……yea……explanations are due.

I'm sorry I killed Jiraiya even though I said I'd keep him alive! ^^' But a long time ago, right after I announced the vote, I got this vivid image of Naruto finding out the news by standing outside the door clutching a manila folder, and I HAD to write it! Still, I kept my word to the vote, and left him alive…for a little while :) Plus, I wanted to stay somewhat on track with the manga. (Of course, keeping Itachi alive threw things off, but I pretended Sasuke's return delayed Jiraiya's trip to see Pein by a few weeks. -_-') I tried to warn you though! With the whole, "I got an important mission that I can't stay with you to run off to" deal way back. …but I highly doubt I was gonna break my promise -_-' SORRY!!! T0T

As for why it's taken me so long to update…You won't believe it! I HAVE A LIFE! (*gasp*) Yes! I don't know how or why it took me 16 years to find one, but I've got it and you'll have to pull it from my cold dead fingers! :D If you want the major breakdown how amazing my weekends have been since Halloween:

1st weekend- HALLOWEEN! : ) Went to watch my friend in DRACULA (with a girl Dracula, mind you XD) and YEAH we went trick or treating! (hey, we may have been the oldest kids there, but I totally confused everyone by saying merry Christmas instead of Halloween XD…one guy believed I was really serious O.o).

2nd- HOMECOMING!!! Yup! I had a date and everything with my best guy friend (*cough, cough*) and our best friends went with each other XD. Major fun.

3rd- VOLUNTEERING/PARTY/MOVIES, Fri, Sat, and Sun, respectively :P

And then of course, THIS week is the BEST school week of my life (but not the best weekend by far -_-'). My best guy friend became my boyfriend (and NO ONE was surprised…cept his friends :P), he actually acts romantic and holds my hand in the hall (I was really surprised, we both know he doesn't like attention let alone PDA XD), I got an early Christmas present (But now we have to return it cuz it don't fit in my room -_-'), my poem for poetry club got some laughs (totally worth the hour it took writing it ^^'), and of course…NEW MOON :P (TAYLOR!!! ……yea, so glad my boyfriend didn't come with =_='')

As you can tell, I'm majorly happy with my life right about now. Sadly, a life means less free time to write, plus it's hard to write sad stuff when I'm skipping around in mini circles like an idiot T-T Still! I WILL make time!!! (For example, last week I spent 6 HOURS STRAIGHT writing 2/3rds of this chap, and this weekend by stayin up til 1 for two nights in a row -_-') BUT IT'S WORTH IT!!! : D

Now my q this week is:

Who where you most angry about being killed in Naruto?! (seeing as I'm killing one for a second time XD)

RRREEEVVVIIIEEEWWW!!!!

Before the evil turkey, GEEEETTTTTSSSSSSS YYYYYOOOOOOUUUUU!!!

(yes! There are evil turkeys! Have you never seen one? They're VIOLENT!!! That why we made a day to eat em ^^)