Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, we would all be in serious trouble.

I would like to thank narutosavior for giving me some sound advice on how I can help improve the story by setting the scene a little better. That's actually one of the things I'm worst at writing, but I did and will try to give at least some kind of description from now on. Otherwise, I'm going to have to ask my lovely readers to use their imagination.

Warnings: This fic has bad language. Virgin ears be warned!

Chapter 7: Too Shy to Scream

Sai's pencil flew across the paper, dark and light lines following in its wake, coal black eyes occasionally glancing up at his current subject. This was what he did every lunch; drew. Sometimes he'd drag some pastels out and add some color to his sketches. But regardless, he was always working on some kind of art.

No, not always. Occasionally he would study if, say, he had a test that afternoon he was unsure about. Occasionally he read if there was a book that had managed to catch his interest. But that was rare. Normally he bought a pre-made wrapped sandwich from the cafeteria along with a carton of iced tea, found a secluded spot on the floor of the hallway outside the busy, bustling room, and drew. Otherwise ... well, he'd get bored. What else was he supposed to do with his time?

Craning his neck, he could see inside the cafeteria doors, could watch all the other students talking and eating together. Out in the hall too, where it was much less crowded and quieter, there were small groups of students socializing. Socializing was something that Sai didn't do so long as it could be avoided. He was bad at it and made people feel uncomfortable, even when he made a conscious effort not to. So it just seemed logical to avoid it.

Biting into a mildly disgusting turkey sandwich, he paused, eyes flashing up to the girl he was drawing once more. She was rather attractive, he supposed, a red-head, nice face, dressed all in black in 'gothic style' clothing. A frown slowly marred his pale lips. He wore all black almost all the time. Why was it he was never considered gothic or emo or something? Just another thing about people that confused him. Not that it bothered him ... Well, nothing really bothered him. That would require genuinely feeling something, and he didn't, not anymore. Not for a very long time.

Finishing his sketch of the girl with a flourish, he eyed it critically for a moment before flipping to a fresh page, obsidian orbs scanning for his next model. Something unique. He preferred unique, it was why he had picked out the girl in the first place, her clothing and makeup had caught his eye. But even she wasn't that unique he wanted something more ...

Eyes widened just a fraction when they landed on the most simple of targets. Why had he never thought of it before? One of the most unique people in the school sat down the hall from him every single day at lunch. The only other person there besides himself who was always completely alone.

Shino would be an interesting subject to draw.

Dattebayo!

Gaara entered the classroom, the last of his group to arrive, to see Mitarashi-sensei joking heartily with Gai-sensei by the teacher's desk. He frowned as he saw the purple-haired teacher up close for what was probably the first time, though he'd heard more than enough stories about her. What caught his interest the most was the outfit. Were teachers allowed to wear so ... little?

Sitting down at his own table (the four children had come up with some kind of unspoken rule that they would each sit at their own table, regardless of the fact that they sat two), he lazily began to read the graffiti for what had to be at least the fifth or sixth time. At least there was constantly something new. The science room tables for every science classroom in the school were, for a reason he never quite understood, black. Leaving them highly vulnerable to the ever simple pencil.

"Today will be somewhat of a follow-up to the youthful activity we did yesterday. "

What met Gai's booming statement were four very unimpressed looks. Even Lee couldn't be enthusiastic if it was a continuation of yesterday.

"Haven't you harassed us enough?" Neji growled angrily, patented Hyuuga glare in full-force. "None of us want to talk about our damn friends."

Tenten muttered a small agreement of her own.

Gai nodded sagely, not put off in the least. "Ah, but we won't be talking about friends today. Not unless you choose to that is."

Lee perked up a bit at the news, and Gaara dragged weary teal eyes to look at the gym teacher. His math test had not gone well. "So what do we have to talk about now?"

"Do not sound so downtrodden, Gaara-kun. The power of youth is strong within you! "

All four children got a sudden image of Obi-Wan Kenobi telling Luke the force was with him.

"Today we shall be making a list! You shall each pick someone you once cared for who is no longer a part of your life, for whatever reasons that may be. It can be a friend you grew apart from, an old neighbor who moved away, or someone ... " He paused, unsure of how to best word his next statement.

"Someone who died?" Gaara offered bluntly.

Gai actually gave him a sheepish smile. "Yes, that is what I was going for. Thank you, Gaara-kun."

Gaara nodded.

"Now, " Gai gave each of them a piece of blank notebook paper and a pencil, along with a winning smile. "Pick your important person and list the things you miss the most about them, whatever that may be. We shall share our lists afterwards, but only, of course, if you are willing."

Tenten blinked at her piece of paper, pausing for just a moment to gather her thoughts, before leaning down and beginning to write. Lee went through a similar process, but neither Gaara nor Neji made any attempt to move. Gai waited for it, knowing it was coming.

"This is just as stupid as the crap we did yesterday. There's no way I'm doing it."

And there it was. Sucking in a deep breath, Gai fixed the Hyuuga boy with a stern look, any traces of amusement long gone. "Neji-kun, you will participate with this activity."

Neji didn't say anything in return, but the expression on his face said it all. 'Make me.'

Fine. He wanted to play hardball? Gai had dealt with students far more intimidating, bratty, and manipulative than Neji Hyuuga. And he already knew one of the boy's biggest weaknesses. The reason he was there at all. "Neji, either you participate in the activity or I will be forced to call your home and inform them that you are refusing to cooperate."

Neji's unique eyes tightened into a fearsome glare at the threat. "You said at the beginning we didn't have to do anything we didn't want to. It was part of your stupid rules."

He was cracking already. "That is not what I said. The rules entail that you do not have to share anything you do not wish to. If you do not wish to share whatever you wrote afterwards, that is your decision. But you will do the activity. "

For a moment there was silence, the teacher and student locked in a joint staring contest and battle of wills. Finally, "I don't have to share it when I'm done?"

As much as Neji tried to keep his voice cold and neutral, the older man heard the small note of vulnerability hidden underneath. His features softened in response. "That is correct. No one but you will see the paper, no one will know anything you don't choose to tell them. Sharing is greatly appreciated, but it is not forced."

The staring contest continued for about thirty seconds before pale eyes slowly moved down to the blank paper sitting innocently on the desk. Slender fingers inched forward to wrap around the pencil, and after what felt like an eternity, the lead point was finally placed against the white surface. Gai mentally breathed a small sigh of relief before looking away himself.

Lee and Gaara had both been openly watching the display, though Lee quickly looked back down again when he realized he was staring. Tenten appeared overly focused on her own task, meaning she had been listening to and hanging on every word, just not as blatantly as the boys. Gaara ... continued to stare, his own paper completely ignored.

Even the overly optimistic Gai felt himself get just a bit frustrated. Gaara was a very down-to-earth boy, he knew when there was no point in fighting something, and he was smart enough to figure out that the same circumstances that applied to Neji applied to him as well. So Gai was hoping the little red-head would get the hint, and just start writing without a confrontation. No such luck apparently.

"Gaara-kun, do I need to repeat myself? "

Gaara's response was one slow blink before teal eyes narrowed in ... not anger, not stubbornness, but confusion. "What?"

Gai found himself a bit confused by the reaction. "You must participate the same as everyone else," he said slowly. "Just like Neji-kun, you will not be forced to share, but you must at least do the activity."

The angry little pout the boy always wore twisted farther into a genuine frown. "I can't."

Of course he couldn't. That would make things far too simple. "Why can't you?" When the boy hesitated to answer he continued, "Just pick someone you used to care about -"

"I can't. "

Okay, now Gai was officially frustrated. "Why can't you? "

"Because I don't have anyone I used to care about."

Dattebayo!

Naruto cursed Kakashi to hell and back and back again for being so goddamn late all the time. He had left the blond alone in a classroom with two silent ravens, one of whom was, of course, drawing, and one who was, of course, brooding. And Sakura was nowhere to be found, meaning he couldn't flirt badly with her and start an argument in order to distract himself and ... well, and get some fucking noise going because it was just way too damn quiet. Besides, maybe today would be the day he'd get lucky and she would say yes to his advances ...

Maybe.

He had thought about starting an argument with teme, like he usually did, but ... well, he was worried the emo bastard might still be angry with him from yesterday. If he had ever been angry in the first place. (How the hell were you supposed to tell?) Regardless, he didn't really want to risk it, so he had kind of planned on giving Sasuke his space that day. It was just getting increasingly difficult to do the more bored he got. He couldn't even get something started with Sai because the strange, pale boy was really into whatever it was he was drawing, and, quite frankly, Naruto would just feel plain bad if he interrupted.

The classroom door was flung open and the blond caught a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye, a broad smile immediately taking over his face. "Sakura-chaaan! You came! I'm so ha -" The rest of the words caught in his throat with a strangled gasp, as blue eyes fully took in the girl in front of him. It was enough to make Sasuke actually glance over, and even Sai paused his frantic drawing to blink questioningly in Naruto's direction before he too turned to the female of the group.

He blinked once more. "Oh. You altered your appearance, Ugly."

Sakura's eyebrow twitched once at the name before she chose to resolutely ignore it, a hand running self-consciously over her pink locks. "Yes, Sai, I did."

Sai's head tilted to the left as he fully took in her new appearance, his scrutiny making her a bit uncomfortable. Though that was mostly because Sai tended to examine other humans the way most people would a specimen under a microscope.

"Sakura-chan, you cut your hair!"

Pulling her eyes away from where they had locked with coal ones, Sakura offered Naruto a small smile and a nod, moving to take her usual seat between him and Sasuke. "It just kept getting in the way, I figured this would be much easier." The hand ran over it again. "Do you like it?" She resolutely kept her gaze turned away from any Uchihas.

"You bet! It makes you look older!" The blond paused, immediately wondering if he had worded that incorrectly. Girls were sensitive about their age or something like that, right? "I meant that in a good way, though. Like, it makes you look professional."

The hesitant smile actually brightened a little. "Thank you, Naruto."

Without thinking, the blond reached around the girl and whacked their previously silent classmate on the shoulder. "Hey, teme, don't you think Sakura-chan's hair looks nice?" he demanded.

Sakura's hands clenched in her lap, teeth coming out to worry her bottom lip. She didn't care what he thought anymore. Not at all.

Obsidian eyes glanced her way. "Hn. Looks fine."

An odd sense of relief washed over the tense girl and she allowed herself to relax back into her seat. Less than a minute later had Naruto and Sasuke arguing with Sakura interjecting hotly on ... usually on the raven's behalf, while Sai silently drew next to them, only occasionally throwing a rude comment their way. And as this played out, none of them realized that the other two were thinking the same thing they were; how good it felt now that things were officially back to normal. And that despite what might have been said before, no harm was done.

Dattebayo!

Kiba sighed and fiddled with a strap on his bookbag, brown eyes heavy with boredom and fatigue. Last night had been a long night. And the school day had been even longer. And now, instead of being allowed to go home and just sleep, he was stuck here in the program for the messed up kids of Konoha High, even though he got decent grades, had plenty of friends, and had never caused anyone here any real trouble, at most earned himself a detention once in a while. He growled lowly in his throat. What the hell had made that psychologist lady and his own mother think he needed this? He wasn't like the other two in his group.

Not that he didn't like the other two in his group. Hinata was just about the sweetest thing to walk the earth, not to mention she had a killer rack. And Shino ... well, he couldn't say he particularly liked the weird kid (it was hard to really like someone who barely ever spoke) but he certainly didn't dislike him. He seemed like a decent enough guy, no matter how antisocial. But it was easy to see that they both had some problems, what with Hinata's frightfully low self-esteem and Shino's ... Shino being the way he was.

As if on cue, the classroom door opened to allow the male entrance. He walked in, took a seat at a desk one row and several seats away from Kiba's, and offered the sleepy boy a small nod before pulling out a book.

Kiba huffed a bit at the sight of the book Hatake had assigned them, reminding him of his not-so-great English grade. He fucking hated reading. So he settled instead for staring openly at the other boy, nothing better to do coming to mind. Suddenly he frowned. "Hey, Shino, how tall are you?"

Shino paused, hand about to turn a page, startled at being addressed. "I believe I'm around 5'9''... Why?"

"You're just so tall. "The smaller boy pouted, thinking of his sister lording over him the night before." I'm only, like, 5'4''. I'm tiny. "

Shino twitched a little in his seat, unsure of what to say. He wasn't used to making random smalltalk with people. "Hinata is smaller."

Kiba made a disgruntled noise and waved the comment off. "Hinata's a girl, they're supposed to be smaller. It's weird when the girl's taller than the guy. "

Shino had never really given that much thought, so he could hardly comment. "I... am sure you will continue to grow. We're only in ninth grade."

Another noise, this one of reluctant agreement. "Yeah, but you'll keep growin' too. Guess you'll always be bigger'n me, huh?"

The quiet boy only tilted his head in answer, but he was thinking about how he would much rather be Kiba's height than his own. While he was by no means the tallest person in their class, he was definitely up there, and that only served to draw more attention to him. Attention he really did not want.

It was then Hinata came in, and Kiba's attention was instantly on her, greeting her with full enthusiasm and commencing to tease and make her blush. Shino welcomed the distraction for the loud boy, turning back to his book. Kiba always insisted on talking to him, particularly when they were alone, and ... Well, it wasn't bad really, he just never knew what to do when it happened. No one else ever really bothered to try and talk with him.

Dattebayo!

Gai found himself frozen after Gaara's last statement, unsure of just how he was supposed to react. The other three in the room had abandoned all attempts at pretending not to listen and now had their gazes fixed on the frowning red-head. Gaara for his part still looked somewhat confused, and Gai was almost sure the boy wasn't trying to be difficult or cause problems. So he took a deep breath and tried again.

"I'm sorry, Gaara-kun, you said you ... couldn't think of anyone to write about? "

Gaara's frown deepened. "Yeah."

To his right, Neji made a noise somewhere in between a snort and a scoff. "Right. In that case, I can't think of anyone either."

Black-rimmed eyes slowly shifted from Gai to the long-haired brunette and the confusion got visibly worse. "But you were just writing about someone."

Neji opened his mouth, as if to retort, before he realized Gaara's comment hadn't been smart nor sarcastic. It had been a genuine, simple fact. Meaning Gaara had mistakenly taken what he'd said as honesty. Meaning ... "You're serious." The shock in his voice was evident.

"What?" Gaara's eyes narrowed dangerously, and it was easy to tell he was starting to get angry, his frustration at the situation beginning to get the better of him. He clenched and unclenched his hands into fists a few times, as if fighting the urge to just hit something and make everything better. He looked Gai's way sharply. "Look, I can't do it because I don't have anyone to do it on. What the hell do you want?"

"Okay, that's quite all right, Gaara." Gai knew a ticking time bomb when he saw it. He also knew of Gaara's infamous temper. A temper he had yet to see ignite and hoped he never would see. "It's fine, we'll just think of something else for you to do."

The boy's stiff shoulder's eased an increment. Gai desperately racked his brains for a decent alternative activity to give to the red-head, mind of course coming up blank when he needed it to work quickly.

"Um, Gai-sensei," Lee's voice sounded out hesitantly. "If you find it suitable, perhaps Gaara-kun would like to make my list with me, since he cannot make one of his own. I do not mind sharing it."

Gai's eyebrows raised. "That ... sounds like an excellent idea, Lee. How very kind and youthful of you! "

Lee positively beamed before rising from his seat and slowly approaching the table Gaara sat at, looking like he was about to face off against a nest of angry hornets rather than make a list with a freshman. Teal eyes followed the older boy's every movement, like a tiger stalking its prey, as he slowly slid into the seat next to him, unaware of the way Gai watched, ready to jump in (literally) at the first sign of trouble. He was trying to get his brain to just calm down, but it felt like his head was on fire. He hadn't felt like this in a long time, and he didn't know why this was all getting him so upset.

"Here we are now, Gaara-kun," Lee said happily, setting the paper down between the two of them. "I am making my list on a girl who was several years younger than me and very much like my little sister before she ... moved. Do you have any younger siblings?"

For a moment Gaara just stared while Lee held his breath. "... No. I'm the youngest." The fire was dying down now.

"Ah." The older boy nodded sagely, pushing the list a bit closer to the red-head so he could clearly read what was already written. "Then I shall do my best to explain the joys of having someone younger to care for."

Gaara nodded slowly and began intently studying Lee's surprisingly neat handwriting.

As Lee chattered on, Neji watched the exchange somewhat curiously before he finally turned back to his own list, a bit perplexed but not particularly disturbed by the whole incident. Tenten meanwhile was writing her own list almost frantically, brown eyes locked on her paper, refusing to look up. How the hell had she ended up there? Dear God, all three of those boys were off their rockers in different ways, and crazy fucking Maito-sensei wasn't much better. Neji was clearly messed up emotionally and just too pompous to realize it, Gaara was a complete fucking psychopath if you said the wrong thing, and Lee ... well, he was Lee, And apparently he had no sense of personal safety. Really, what had she done to deserve this? Just because she didn't appreciate it and stood up for herself when those stupid cheerleader whores talked about her ... It wasn't like she had ever gotten into any real trouble. She'd never attacked them or anything. It wasn't her fault the prissy bitches couldn't take a threat or two. It really wasn't fair.

Dattebayo!

Asuma dragged a hand over his bearded face, thanking God for the cooperation he had gotten so far that day. Ino seemed to be in a particularly good mood, though he was pretty sure he didn't want to know why, Shikamaru was feeling particularly lazy, meaning it was too troublesome for him to really start anything with Ino (yet at least), and Chouji was even more subdued than usual, though the teacher wasn't sure how much of a good thing that was. Especially since it had only started after the larger boy had started making his list. A list he had stared at for quite some time before writing, an almost desperate look on his face. Asuma actually found himself a little worried by it.

He gave the kids a nice long time to make their lists, all of them actually utilizing that time and doing things properly, rather than just jotting a few things down. Another good thing, because the last thing he wanted was an argument about whether or not they were taking this seriously. So when not only a decent amount of time had passed but all three of the kids seemed to be running out of things to write, he told them they were done and could relax.

Shikamaru stretched his arms up over his head, before tugging uncomfortably at the collar of his well-worn t-shirt. He had already stripped off his hoodie and he was still boiling. "Troublesome ... Ino-love, mind cracking that window for me?" He batted brown eyes prettily her way.

Ino calmly laced her fingers together and rested her chin on top, smirk in place, blue eyes flashing deviously. "Keep it up, Shika. One day you're going to fall asleep like the lazyass you are, and when that day comes ... I'm going to cut your balls off and feed them to you."

"Weeell, feisty today, are we, kitten?"

"Would you like to see my claws?"

As per usual, the teacher in the room pretended he couldn't hear a word they were saying, focusing instead on getting the next task done. Now would be the slightly more difficult part, but he was hoping they would cooperate with that as well. And hopefully they could all stay fucking respectful of each other. Though, so long as Ino had taken things seriously, he doubted Shikamaru would say anything actually rude or mean. The sleepy brunette never seemed to want to genuinely hurt the blond, just get her riled up for his own amusement sometimes.

Regardless, he thought it best to start with the most cooperative of the three and get things started off on the right foot. "Chouji, how 'bout you go first. Mind sharing a little bit of your list with us?"

Chouji, who had yet to pull out one of his infamous bag of chips, fiddled with the end of his paper, eyes looking down and only down. His tongue darted out to lick plump lips and his somewhat spiky, unique hairstyle swayed slightly when he shook his head. "I don't want to share, sensei."

Ino and Shikamaru both immediately stopped their playful banter, both shooting their classmate startled looks while Asuma attempted to not do the same. Chouji was a naturally quiet and subdued person, but he wasn't generally very private, particularly given who the others in his group were and how much they knew about him anyway. He had shared everything quite willingly so far.

Asuma cleared his throat harshly, trying to cover up his surprise. "You sure, Chouji?"

The brunette's large fist crumpled the end of the paper, eyes still fixed anywhere but the other people in the room. "Yes," he said, his voice a bit more firm now. "I'm sure."

Dattebayo!

A small sigh escaped the silver-haired teacher's lips as he basked in the peaceful silence of the classroom. Writing lists first and then sharing was a good idea. Never mind the fact that Shizune had an actual, psychological reason for ordering it, just the peace and quiet of it was nice.

The psychologist had called a quick, ten minute meeting that morning before school started, wanting just a very brief rundown on how things had gone after trying out the first real 'activity'. She had seemed unsurprised by the responses the teachers gave, apparently having somewhat expected it to turn out that way. The fact that Sasuke and a few others really hadn't wanted to share didn't surprise her either, and she stressed how important it was not to make them share anything before they were ready. It would only set them on the defensive and would, quite frankly, ruin any chances they had of getting them to open up. But she still wanted them to participate in the activity and make them think about whatever it was that activity was designed to make them think about. Hence the writing it out first idea.

Because it wouldn't force them to share anything out loud, still respecting their sense of privacy and staying within the 'rules', the children had to cooperate lest they get a phone call home. They would be encouraged to share afterwards, but not forced, and it was her hope that eventually they would all get to the point where they would share at least a little. But even if they didn't, whatever it was they wrote would still stick in their minds.

Another sigh as the children all seemed to be losing steam and running out of things to write. After Tenzou had told him just what had gone down yesterday, Kakashi had been a little worried about how the kids would react around each other from now on. He had made it his mission to get to group on time that day, not particularly wanting to leave the little bundles of puberty alone. So of course, that was one of the few days he was genuinely detained by something and ended up being late by no fault of his own. Very late, in fact. He was half expecting to walk into his classroom and find it in shambles simply because he'd left Naruto unsupervised for so long. Instead he'd walked into a scene that was ... completely normal. His rows of desks were all as they should be, nothing on his personal teacher's desk had been touched, his 'orderly mess' of books and papers stacked along the back windowsill were just as always, and there, at the small rectangular table stuffed in the corner, sat his four charges, bickering pointlessly just like always, and shouting "You're late!" in voices more heinous than nails on a chalkboard. The relief was palpable.

"Hey hey, Kakai-sensei!"

Kakashi sat up a little straighter, smiling in the loud blond's direction. The children it seemed, had shortened his three syllable name down to two, and it now came out sounding like 'Kakai' nearly every time. Something he found he didn't mind much, since his name was a bit long, and the other alternatives of shortening it were 'Kaka' or 'Kashi'. Kaka made him think of unpleasant things and Kashi ... well, that sounded oddly intimate for something his students should call him. "Yes, Naruto?"

"I think we're all done now. Teme's gettin 'moody and Sai-bastard's started smiling again."

Kakashi glanced at the others to see Sakura looking bored, Sasuke ... well, getting bitchy because he was bored, and Sai smiling that creepy smile once more. He always seemed to revert back to it when he wasn't sure which expression to wear on his face. An occurrence which, Kakashi found, was rather often. "Looks like you're right." He cracked his knuckles, praying things continued to proceed well. "Who wants to share a little bit about what they wrote?"

No volunteers. Shocking. Now he had the choice of going with the student that was nearly, if not completely, impossible to upset, or saving that student for last and going with the most uncooperative one instead. Well, he had always liked to save the best for last. So, "Sasuke, would you like to share something with us?"

Sasuke scowled, dark eyebrows knitting. "No."

But of course he wouldn't. "Oh, c'mon. Just a teensy-weensy little bit?"

The duck-haired boy's face twisted into an odd grimace. Hatake could be really weird sometimes. Like the way he would randomly giggle in the middle of class for reasons no one could understand. "I don't want to talk about it."

Kakashi pouted. "But Saaasuke-kun -"

"Fine! I did it on a relative. They're dead. Happy?"

Kakashi was indeed. Getting even that much out of Sasuke was quite the feat. "Thank you, Sasuke. Your cooperation is very much appreciated."

Sasuke looked as if he'd like nothing better than to fly across the table and strangle the older man.

"Sakura, how about you?"

Sakura shifted a little and shrugged. "I did it on a girl I was best friends with back when we were younger. Now she's a stupid, conniving whore who doesn't deserve the air she breathes." Pink lips smiled sweetly. "Okay, sensei?"

A shiver ran down his spine. "Ah yes, Sakura, that's very good. Thank you." Crazy teenage girls ... "Naruto?"

Naruto shrugged much like Sakura, but he skillfully avoided looking at the teacher sitting across from him. "I did it on an old friend."

Kakashi patiently waited for more before he realized it wasn't coming and bit back his disappointment. Even Naruto didn't want to share. Perfect. As glad as he was for the pay this program was giving him, it was starting to seem there really wasn't any point to all of this besides torturing the kids who didn't even want to be there. Really, was this doing any good at all?

I think starting next chapter I'm going to start playing around with who is listed as the two main characters and make it match the chapter, since there are so many people playing a part in this story. Like, I know for a fact Sai will be one of the ones next time. So if you go to look for the story and can't find it, that's why. Lucky for you, the title's only three letters long, so it's nice and easy to find. Just use the pretty search bar.

I don't care if they aren't actually saying "Kakai" in the anime, that's what it sounds like. So don't comment on it, please.

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