Riayu: I AM SO SORRY! I know I took forever to update! And I didn't mean to, even though I never did get those ten reviews. My laptop broke so I had to send it to Dell and I just got it back. Then there was some minor writer's block.

Psy: Would you stop making up excuses and just write the damned chapter?

Sharin: Someone's cranky. Why's that?

Riayu: 'Cause I'm getting my revenge today, an she's not looking forward to it. She knows I'ma make her regret ever being mean to me. Oh, and, I love the diamond, Shawn! Pushes button on the trophy, revealing a diamond It's shiny!

Psy: My god, you're a freaking crow. Shiny, must abduct and put it in my nest.

Riayu: You just made it so much worse for yourself. Congratulations!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Naruto!

Looks like I gave her a good bruise. Psy thought as she looked over at the girl with the crazy-colored hair. Serves her right for, WHAT THE HELL?! The girl, who had been drawing in her notebook, looked up and smiled.

"What are you looking at?" Psy hissed, cracking her knuckles.

"I'm looking at you, Psy." She whispered back, still smiling.

"How do you know my name?" Psy asked, going rigid when the teacher gave her a stern look. The girl shrugged a shoulder and, when the teacher had turned back to the board, passed Psy her notebook. Psy stared at it for a long time before realizing what exactly she was looking at. She was lying on the floor, the flesh protecting her stomach torn out and strange metal objects poking into her organs. She turned the page and found a drawing of a dead Hidan. Class ended and Psy threw the notebook at the girl.

"I don't know what you did to get Itachi on your side, but you're just a creep as far as I'm concerned. I don't even want to know where you got that information from. But don't talk to me any more." Psy hissed before jogging out of the room.

"There she is!" Someone yelled and, before Psy understood what was going on, she was on the ground.

"Hi Psy!" Suki shouted, smiling widely. "How was Biology?"

"Why were you outside of my building?" Psy asked, not bothering to struggle in Suki's firm grasp.

"I'm stalking a freshman, and I was hoping she might be here. Her name's Hintata."

"I know who you're talking about. She'll be out soon. She's in my class." Suki squealed a little, then jumped up and ran into the crowd of people still streaming from the building, emerging again as she pulled Hinata behind her. Psy waved as they walked away before running off to her graphic designs class. It was halfway through the class that she remembered that she would chem. lab again. Her lab partner seemed to have dropped the class, leaving it with an odd number. It was just her luck that the teacher had paired her with the student teacher.

"You're the smartest kid here, I think it's an even match," her teacher had said as if it was an honor to be paired with the abusive asshole. Graphic design was over far too fast for Psy's liking and she found herself next to Kimimaro at her perfectly cleaned lab station. He smiled at her and she shivered in response, sweeping her black hair back into a neat ponytail before gathering the equipment they would need for the lab as he measured out the chemicals they would use. Soon the room was full of the smell of burning propane, boiling solutions, and sitting mixtures. Psy leaned against the wall behind their lab station, watching as Kimimaro scribbled notes in his notebook.

"Aren't you going to write down the observations?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at her.

"If I were writing down observations, I might miss something. It'll be there when I write the lab, don't worry." She pasted on a fake smile before pushing herself away from the wall and stirring a mixture with a glass thermometer. "It also lets me see when we've made a small error. The lab says to stir this every five minutes to make sure there's a proper mixture. Don't let the flakes settle or they'll bind." She smiled at his frustrated look. "Or didn't you understand the lab?"

"Of course I understood the lab! I'm the one with a degree in chemistry."

"Could've fooled me. You handle this equipment like you have rigor mortis." He had a confused look and she could hold back the burst of laughter that bubbled out. "You're a college graduate, you want to be a teacher, and you don't know what rigor mortis is? My god! I pity those poor students that you might have in the future. They'll come out dumber than they went in. By the way, your sleeve's on fire," she pointed to the sleeve of his lab coat, which had made contact with the Bunsen burner and caught fire. Kimimaro began to panic, waving his arm about until Psy took a small fire blanket and threw it on his arm, patting it down.

"Smooth," she said, pulling it away and opening a first aid kit, pulling out salve and a bandage. "You can do that yourself, I'm going to the bathroom. Just don't touch anything until I get back. I'll leave you in charge of the mixture, make sure those flakes don't settle. Think you can handle that?" Psy didn't wait for an answer before turning and walking out of the room, jogging down the hallway to the bathroom. When she returned to the chemistry room a few minutes later she stopped in the doorway, staring at Kimimaro. He had moved her bag from the left side of their station to the right and there was something sticking out of it. She recognized it as the key to her apartment.

"What'd you touch my stuff for?" she asked when she was standing beside him.

"It was in the way, so I moved it," he pointed to where he had set up a filtration system. Psy watched the filter for a moment, then walked over and took the test tube where a little bit of residue was left behind.

"This is why I told you to just stir the flakes." She filled the tube halfway with water, swirled until all of the residue had been picked up, then poured it all into the filtration, adjusting the filtration tube so that the water flowed against the side of the beaker. She went back to observing the lab for the next five minutes, then did her share of cleaning up, trying her best to stay as far away from Kimimaro as possible.

"The period isn't over," Kimimaro said when Psy picked up her bag and began walking towards the door.

"I prefer finishing my lab information in the comfort of my home," she said icily, not bothering to look at him. "Have a nice day." She closed the door behind her and walked down the hall, welcoming the sunlight that greeted her outside. She bought a sandwich at the cafeteria and ate it on the way to the art studio, pausing in the doorway when she saw the figure at the easel with the painting she liked. She walked over and looked at the picture, where the last of details were being added. At the base of the gnarled tree there was a patch of grass with flowers that grew in bright patches around the roots, giving the dim ally a splash of color as lines of rain poured from the sky. Under the woman's feet there was concrete with a large crack running through it. Her eyes were closed, a look of serenity on her face.

"It's beautiful," Psy breathed, staring.

"The hands came out wrong," a familiar voice said, making Psy jump back.

"You! It can't be you!" Psy hissed, glaring at the back of the sweatshirt.

"Sorry to disappoint you," the hood slid down, revealing vivid red and blonde. "That's why I didn't want to fight you. I like your work, it's beautiful. People who have one thing in common, such as art, usually have many more." She turned in her chair, smiling at Psy. "I'm sorry that Itachi fought with you."

"Don't talk to me! I don't like you!" Psy said, her eyes turning to hard sapphires. "You and I are not friends; you and I have nothing in common; you are just some childish little bitch that can't stand to have one person hate you. And," she added as the girl took a step closer, "if you don't leave me alone, I will lay you out. Thank you very much." She smiled, turned on her heel, and walked over to her easel, pulling out her paint brush and running it along the canvas, watching as color erupted. Class started and ended too quickly. Psy sat at her easel for a few moments longer, painting a few extra details on the wildflowers she was painting. She washed her hands to free them of paint, then walked out of the room, letting her hair out of its ponytail.

"Chemistry lab to type, biology worksheets, and algebra problems, fun," she murmured to herself as she made her way to the library. She was sitting on one of the couches, digging around in her bag, when she realized that her chemistry folder wasn't there. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair before lifting her bag onto her shoulder and walking back to the building where her chemistry room was. She looked into the window in the door, checking to see if there was anyone inside. It looked empty, all of the lights off, but when she tested the doorknob she found that it was unlocked. She stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind her of its own accord. She looked around the room, sighing in relief when she spotted her notebook on the counter on the far side of the room, sitting across from her lab station.

"How'd you end of over there?" Psy asked, jogging across the room to the station and picking up her notebook.

"Hello, Psy, so nice to see you," a chilling, familiar voice said, sending shivers up Psy's spine.

"What do you want, Kimimaro?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. He smiled, stepping closer to her.

"Just revenge. You thought you could make fun of me and get away with it?"

"Fuck you," she spat, turning to push him away.

"With pleasure," before she could do anything, he had her pressed against the counter, his forearm on her neck, blocking her air. "Don't move, Psy. I could accidently take this scalpel and cut you with it." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, before forcing her onto her knees and linking her hands above her head, restraining them with one of the handles to the cabinets beneath the table.

"If you don't let me go, Kimi, I'll scream," Psy warned, pulling against the handcuffs.

"That can be fixed," Kimimaro said, smiling as he pulled out a gag, stuffing it into her mouth. She thrashed as he pulled up the hem of her skirt, trying to scream as he pulled down her panties.

"Stop acting like you don't want it," Kimimaro murmured, standing so he could unzip his pants. Psy thrashed more as she watched him stroke his member until it became erect. "Ready, Psy?" She shook her head wildly, screaming and thrashing as best she could. There was a sharp pain between her thighs and she flailed harder, trying to pull away.

"Dammit, Psy, stop moving. You're making this difficult," Kimimaro hissed, cuffing her roughly across the face. When she didn't comply, he hit her harder. And when she still refused to do what she was told, he hit her until she dropped into unconsciousness.

"I think she's waking up," a child's voice said from somewhere in the mist that kept the ache in Psy's head a constant. She groaned and threw her arms across her eyes, becoming acutely aware of another place that was aching.

"Psy? Can you here me?" the voice sounded familiar, and it made hate bubble in Psy's stomach.

"Get away, you little bitch," Psy groaned, trying to move away from the voice.

"Psy, you shouldn't move. You're safe now. We've got samples of the guy's DNA who did this to you. We'll find him and he'll be punished."

"I already know who did it, dumbass," Psy said, finally opening her eyes. There were two shocks of the strange colored hair, one atop the girl and the other atop a boy with black eyes. He smiled at her warmly, reaching out to dip the washcloth on her head in some cool water, putting it back to her feverish face in an instant.

"The doctor's say threw was a lot of torn tissue and a lot of bruising. You shouldn't move very much for now. They said that it'll be okay to move by Monday."

"What's today?" Psy asked, running a hand through her hair.

"It's Thursday. I'll get one of your friends to collect your work for you if you want," Sharin smiled. "The doctor's said you shouldn't be moved, so you'll have to stay here."

"Where is here?" Psy sat up a little, wincing at the pain the shift caused. Around her were warmly painted walls and happy photos.

"This is my mother's house. You're on her couch right now. She'll take care of you while I'm at school. I'll keep notes for you in biology class, okay? But you should get some rest, unless you're hungry.

"Not in the least," Psy growled, lying back down and closing her eyes, trying to shut out the little that she could remember of the rape.

Psy: I hate you so much!

Riayu: Revenge is a wonderful thing.

Sharin: That was a little harsh.

Riayu: Please. It serves the plot nicely. You're the one who signed up for this.

Psy: I didn't know I would get raped so many times.

Riayu: It was in your contract. Thanks so much for reading, guys! Reviews are much appreciated! Candy for all, and for all a good night! Passes out boxes of chocolate