Adara was thirty minuets late for training, but she didn't care. Keiji needed her and that was all she wanted to know. Screw the guy who had been watching for the last thirty minuets, Adara wondered if Keiji noticed him. If he did Keiji wasn't saying anything. They were still looking at the heavens light. As the morning progressed more and more shone through. "What happens when there are no more clouds to shine through, does the magic disappear?" Adara asked Keiji.

Keiji chuckled, "No no it doesn't."

Adara looked at Keiji for a long time; it was nice that it was just the two of them. They don't even have to talk; they just knew each other too well. "What was your mother like? I never got to meat her."

Keiji closed his eyes; He only had one vivid memory of her.

It was early morning cloudy a lot like this morning; his mother and he were walking in the woods. Keiji was about 3 at the time, they walked hand and hand looking at the different flowers. His mother was a tall gangly woman. She wore a big lavender peasant skirt that reached to her ankles. On her feet she wore old fashioned sandals that wrapped around the leg. Her shirt was a regular white tank top.

Keiji remembered the feel of her hands, strong, but extremely gentle. In her hands there were still tough traces of the rough shinobi life she lived, but most of skin was so gentle. The rough parts were a mere memory of the past long forgotten. She made him stopped before a medium sized clearing in the forest.

She bent down letting her deep purple hair tickle his face. It was thin and fine. Keiji inherited the color of his hair from his mother. But his hair was not silky and fine like hers it was coarse and rough. "Look there dear," She whispered pointing to the clearing. It slowly was illuminated by the rising sun. "That my dear, its heavens light where ever it shines there is potential to change ones life forever."

The three year old Keiji owed and awed at the light. He didn't know how his mother did it, always made things so magical. His mother lifted him up in her arms and headed towards the clearing. Keiji smelled her she smelled of rosewood a nice feminine not to strong scent. It was the scent of home and happiness. He hugged her closer. "But that's just the sun, it happens everyday." The three year old suggested logically. His mother put him down and started laughing. It was a low chuckle also a lot like her fathers.

"And every day, one has the potential to change ones life for ever." Was his mother's explanation. Keiji took her hand again; there was sadness in her eyes that sometimes came over her. The look was one of loneliness. It always made Keiji want to hug her, so he did. This made her smile.

"Mommy? I have a question?"

"Yes Keiji,"

"How can you smile and still look sad at the same time?"

"I don't know, I guess its something you learn when you get older." His mother answered looking up into the sun and letting it warm her face.

"I have another question."

"Shoot,"

"What if you don't want your world to change, what if you just want to stay like you are for ever." This made his mother even sadder; she sat down so her face was level with keiji's.

"You know I asked you're father the same question once."

"You did?"

"Yup, and you know what he said."

"No,"

"He said there are only three things in this world that are constant, the sun, change and…" His mother stopped to close her eyes and take a deep breath.

"What's the third thing mommy?"

The grey eyes opened and she gave him another sad smile, "His love for me."

Keiji looked up at the sun, he loved the nice warm fell on his face. But he never wanted change; he just wanted to stay like this with his mommy forever. He didn't like the change *COUGH COUGH COUGH!* Keiji looked at his mother; she was having one of her coughing fits again. It was the worst he had ever seen, she took out her handkerchief to catch the phlegm coming out, but it wasn't phlegm, it was blood.

The blood mesmerized Keiji, its thick texture and how much it stood out on the all white hanky. And the blood never stopped it kept coming out every time she coughed, not a lot but it speckled the pure white hanky. His mother started shaking like crazy before she collapsed on the ground. She was coughing so much, it wouldn't stop and the blood just kept coming out. Rough spray not a smooth flow, the young Keiji didn't know what to do, his mother wasn't responding to him. She just was on the ground coughing, she usually stopped after this, she wasn't why wasn't she stopping, why couldn't Keiji do anything why was did the blood keep coming out? He didn't understand he needed to do something he wanted to do something.

A violent shake woke him up from the deep memory. "Keiji!" It was Adara; he looked over her deep brown eyes looked worried.

Keiji closed his eyes and smiled, his mother was right. Learning to smile when you're sad is something you learn when you get older. "Sorry, you know me Adara I don't really want to talk about it."

Adara never smiled with her eyes sad, she only smiled with understanding deep with in her. "You don't have to if you don't want to." Adara looped his arm over her shoulder like they used to be. She pointed to a small patch of light on the far of the dregs.

"I wonder what is happening over there?" She tried to muse.

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Max had died. Not in a physical sense, but any other sense was dead. Zaki had died; there was not other way around it. No mindless sex with another groupie was ever going to change that. Max closed his eyes, even when she was alive; Max had never wanted any of those women. They were fun little toys; he needed to play with for a while, to keep him occupied till Zaki was ready.

Max loved Zaki; there was no other way around it. He loved how she looked to old for her age, or the fact that her laugh was harsh to ones ears. He loved how she smiled a wolf toothy grin. He loved the fact that she skated every where. When he saw her put one of his shirts on it always made him feel good in all the right places. Max had wanted to protect her, to get her away from this place. He and his band were supposed to make it rich, and then when she was ready, they would marry. He would make sure everything in her life was special and sweet. It was the least he could do. He loved her; if he gave her the universe he still wouldn't think it was enough.

That girl was his life. Max smiled to himself, he always thought the world would end when she died, that he would just know. But it wasn't like that, something in him maybe the blind hope, told him she was still alive and breathing. But false hope just crushed ones dreams even more.

He wasn't going to give up on life no, that was a cowards way out. Max would live life for Zaki, everything he did would be for her from now on. Nothing would stop him.

Max looked through his barren draws, it should be somewhere. After a couple minuets he found it, a big butcher knife an old tenant left. Perfect, max thought as he smiled to himself. The first thing he was going to do for Zaki was planning a little accident for Milton.

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Allie breathed slowly, after Gai left. She felt ashamed of herself, when that man had stepped into the bar all she wanted to do was bury himself in his arms, and cry. She reluctantly recalled fond memories with the man when they were younger.

It was a hot day in Konoha, Allie and her boy friend of three years were on top of the roof of the Zoo. Usually she would never be able to come up here, but her muscular over competitive boy friend insisted she see what Konoha was like from the roof tops. Frankly she loved it.

Looking over at the boy lying next to her, Allie smiled, she was right; he looked good with shorter hair. Allie was semi thankful that a couple nights ago Gai had fallen asleep with his shoes on at a party. In retaliation Zak and Sara had cut his hair. They had done a horrible job and the only way to repair it for him, was to give him a bowl hair cut. To every ones surprise he pulled it off like nobody else could. It made him look sexy, her dirty 15 year old mind thought.

Allie stared at Gai and licked her lips. He had his shirt of in this hot summer sun, the definition in his stomach muscle drove her mad. The speckled sweat drops across his body drove Allie mad with desire. He never understood what his body made her want to do. At this time her 15 year old self was imagining what all that musky sweat would taste like. Gai looked over at her with his strong definite chin and amazing eyes.

"What are you staring at?" his voice asked. The voice that had just cracked a couple months ago, so what if he was 15 years old before it cracked, his voice was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard in her life.

"Hm? Oh nothing, I was just thinking, about things." Allie dismissed, she didn't know how her boy friend would take it if she told him that she was thinking of wanting to lick all the sweet sweat off his body.

Getting Gai to go any farther then second base was like pulling teeth. She knew that he was hesitant about getting physical because he didn't want to cheapen her. He was very sensitive about the subject since his mother was a prostitute. Doesn't mean she couldn't tease him again. Allie sat up and took of her own shirt. Gai's eyes popped open "what are you doing?" He asked trying to put her shirt back on.

"What?" Allie asked, sounding sweet innocent, "I'm hot," She gave Gai a little pout she new he couldn't resist and leaned in closer. She could feel his eyes struggling to stay on her face. Allie knew she was extremely well endowed. After a couple minuets of spluttering Gai relinquished Allie sighed, she hadn't wanted him to back down; she wanted his hands to explore new territory on her body that's what she wanted. But that was what she loved most about Gai, no matter how bad things got, he always stick around and tried to stay honorable.

Allie leaned over him, her hands couldn't help but trace the muscle on his chest. "How's training going?" She asked.

"I'm training hard to get into the chunnin exams this year," Gai then tensed up and made his hands into his fists, "But the board told me that I probably wouldn't be accepted because of the district I was located in. If you live in the dregs you have to pass another test by the Uchiha's, the Uchiha's have yet to pass a non-Uchiha." Allie closed her eyes, she had always marveled at how Gai took the abuse, how much he had to hide from his shinobi colleagues. They weren't his friends, they never tried to be. He didn't need anybody else but Zak, Sara and Her. They were the unstoppable four.

Allie leaned down and kissed Gai gently on the tip of his nose, "If it makes you feel any better I believe in you," She had tasted some sweat and the need to taste more was urging her on. "Gai I've known you for about 4 years now, and you have never failed at any challenge life gives you, you never stop believing in yourself. And that's only one of the reason's I love you." Allie clapped her mouth shut after the last three years. That was not what she was supposed to say, she was supposed to say she admired him. But the three words were like vomit spilling out of her mouth. Gai sat up and looked at Allie straight in the eye.

"What did you just say?" he asked her, Allie wanted to look away, but his black, brown eyes drew her in so much she just had to stare at them and get closer to the body. Gai was breathing heavily, she was practically panting, the heat in the air was static electricity.

"That you never give up and.. and," Gai was leaning closer now, he was taking a dominate position and her body was pining for more. Before she knew it, he had made it so she was lying on the bricked roof tops and he was on top of her.

"After that," The deep voice ordered.

"I love.." She never got to finish that sentence, before she could end it, Gai had stopped her mouth with his kiss.

The rest of that day was a blurry of silent passionate bliss on that roof top. That day both her and Gai lost their virginity on that roof top. Looking back Allie wanted to slap her old self for being so childish. She had never made him say I love you back. Not ever, during the 7 odd years they were together, he had never told her he loved her. She had always assumed that love was something girls had to express because that's what they were supposed to. But no that way of thinking left her heart broken with nobody to help pick up the pieces.

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Max felt weird carrying a potential murder weapon in his jacket as he walked through the dregs where Milton would be. The only thing he had decided was the fact Milton would die. As he got to Zaki's house he stopped, Jr.'s gang bangers were there at the door. Milton opened the door, he couldn't hear them, but the pervert looked panicked. Finally Tank the biggest guy in the group grabbed his collar and brought him to the ally out back. Max watched from the end of the ally in a daze, as he saw the five men for the next 15 minuets continually beat on Milton. To Max's surprise he got no sense of justice from seeing the pervert get the shit beat out of him.

"Of course not Maxwell," a little voice said from within him. "You say it to everyone you meat, you're a lover not a fighter, what has violence ever done for you?"

"Nothing" he replied to himself, he looked over to see what looked like Sara, Zaki's mother. She was wearing a nice black dress with a black bow on her head. She was staring at her step husband in a mixture of pity and disgust. Max got angry, "Do you even know what that man did to Zaki!"

Sara closed her eyes, "I do know,"

"And you still don't want me to kill him, it would be easy, slit his throat, it will look like the gang did him in. I would never get blamed." Max tried to reason with her, but a sad smile crept over her face as she closed her eyes.

"You would never be able to face Zaki again, and if you tell her, she won't look at you the same way ever again." Sara stated, she turned around and looked at max in the eye's. Zaki had her eyes.

"It doesn't matter, Zaki is dead!" He nearly yelled. Sara shook her head.

"If Zaki was the dead one, do you really think I would be the one to talk you out of doing this?" Sara asked, Max stopped.

"Wait your not here?" She wasn't real, Max reached out to touch her but nothing happened.

"Make me a song Max; you always reminded me of Zaki's father Zak, you both were unbelievably talented musicians. Make me a song that's sad. Make me a song that's happy, Make me a song that embodies my story," Sara asked, The wind started to stir, and wipe her figure away.

"But then it would end before it's supposed too." Max said closing his eyes, this only meant one thing, Sara just killed herself.

It felt like forever for Max to come to his senses, this could mean two things, Sara was dead and Zaki was alive, or he was going crazy. Wait Zaki wasn't dead! She wasn't! She was still alive and breathing some where! He had to go tell Allie!

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The sun was nearly up now and you could see out over all of Konoha. "I think I see Suna over there" Adara pointing out to a little dot in the horizon. It was a lot more cloudier over there. The only way you could distinguish was another heavens light.

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The Kazekage walked alone by the river in Suna. Gaara always liked to get away and think. Especially on cloudy days like this. It made him think better. The river was nice and flowing, kind of high for this time of year, but not too big.

The beauty of the river was cut short by a beer bottle washed up on shore. Gaara narrowed his eyes in anger; people should be punished with a huge fine for leaving litter. It was just one of those things that made him want to start being a homicidal maniac. Taking out a plastic bag he brings with him just in case he needs to throw something away, Gaara trudged over to the spot. He looked around. There were all types of scraps around a big boulder he started picking up the side closest to him. After picking up 3 wrappers, 2 cans of soda and 3 beer bottles, he saw a grey netting of some sort splayed out on the other side of the boulder.

Gaara looked around, to find out what exactly the pesky litter was, his eyes became huge as he saw it belonged to a passed out angel.