I haven't been around a lot lately... When was the last time I updated? Urgh...
Anyway, enough of my complaints (In the end, I only have myself to blame, and my love-hate relationship with Torn City). I would like two thank my reviewers for the thirteen reviews I got! Yayz! Massive round of applause to AoiAoiSky, RobotUnicornz, Scorchia124, I love creepy things, Tigress Flare, Hi, EmeraldStorm7 and Lavender Queen! I love you all so much - you don't understand how much it means to me! Really, thank you all!
Okay, you're probably already bored of my nattering, and I recently have been trying to keep all my Authors Notes short so I'll stop here. We shall now let the story... Commence!
Emiko scowled. Blackmail. Dirty, yet efficient. But who was she to complain that it was a dirty method? She'd use the dirtiest method, if it meant she could get her way. Yes, blackmail was very efficient.
Not a good thing, right now.
'Join our ranks, or Aiko dies'.
Blackmail.
'Join our ranks, or Aiko dies'.
Definitely efficient.
She knew what they were going to do now. They would say to Aiko,
'Join our ranks, or Emiko dies'.
And Aiko would agree.
She wished she wouldn't.
She wished she would.
She wished she could make up her mind, and decide to be a selfish coward or not.
Sighing, she lay back down. It was a difficult day, full of difficult decisions. It was hardly a decision people made everyday after school in Earth. Became an evil, hunted, missing-nin, with her previous friends out to kill her, and almost the whole of the world after her blood, and Aiko's, and never be able to walk into Konoha again, or...
Nah, she already made her mind up.
Blackmail.
Efficient.
Okay, this isn't a chapter. Technically. Just something to show Emiko's thoughts whilst this is all going on. I was going to do Aiko as well, but I realized, what the hell, no one has the time for my insignificant, unimportant, unwanted, random chapter/not chapter thingy-bobs. *Shrugs* So I left it. :D
P.S. I've got a new nickname from my friends. Chihuahua. I still don't understand it, but my friends seem to know the reasoning behind it. I'm just waiting for them to enlighten me. Ismael said something about my eyes, but my eyes aren't that big. I think. I hope. *worries*