Somehow, she managed to fall asleep because Tobi gently shook her awake at 7. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, retied her hair into a ponytail, and got up with Oni close by her. She nodded and Tobi, Sasori, Zetsu, and Pein vanished with her following behind. She always slept in the same set of clothes.

When they arrived at the designated spot, human soldiers of all ages were tied up by Dei in groups of ten, ten groups in all. Kisame grinned maliciously and then turned his smile calmer and looked at her with pleading eyes. Makoto ignored him. He wanted to be human again like she made him once before, making him look like an ancient Mayan.

"Ok, I believe you all remember how I do this, but I'll refresh your memories anyway. If I take their souls, it only happens when they're high off the happiness I give them. I do this by dancing to a song I hear in their hearts that they will all like and have in common. If I can't find one, I'll make one. When their attention is focused on me, I'll begin dancing, and the music will be heard only by the souls I'm sucking out and Oni. I, of course, will hear it as well. Now if you don't want to die, get out and let me do my work. Oni, make sure they stay outside." Makoto growls, all fear and shyness gone. She hates this and Pein knows it. He also knows only she can do it and will not go against him. He was right to do that to her so long ago…

They walked a few feet away behind her. She had to face her audience at least once so it was ok if they watched her from behind…

"Are you kidding me? I'm not a pole dancer anymore! Asagi saved me from that long ago. Now that I've escaped the Mausoleum…I hate each of your souls." Makoto shouted at the soldiers. That was what each shoulder wanted to see in their hearts. "Here we go."

Makoto began to dance to the song, and Oni snickered. Makoto's glare shut him up, though he was still smiling.

The soldiers' felt alerted to the danger, but they couldn't look away. Makoto danced to the song perfectly in sync. She was engrossed in the melody, her way to cope with mass murder, and they felt their hearts leaping out of their chests though not literally. They wouldn't give up, their wills being very strong, and Makoto felt annoyed. Her heart was in sync with her victims so they felt it and smirked at her annoyance. If their mouths were not sewn together, they could've had a chance to free themselves. Then again, when Makoto sang the song, it had twice the usual effect.

"Touch my body…" Makoto sang. To the soldiers and Oni and even Makoto, her voice sounded just like Mariah Carrey. However, those not under the influence of her song, Makoto sounded like herself.

Sasori felt himself growing hard though he couldn't. He had carved a penis out of wood that he attached when he had sex.After all, he was a living puppet.

Makoto danced divinely. Gradually, the crystals in her hand turned their dark color as the fallen soldiers sighed; a sign that their souls have left their bodies.

When the song finished, Zetsu ate the bodies. Konan hugged Makoto. She had always been the mother that Makoto never had. Makoto's knees collapsed in her arms, and she began wheezing. Though the transfer doesn't hurt her in the slightest, the fact that she wasn't fully willing to create the magical crystals made her emotionally then physically sick.