C:xx-destinity-xx: I sorta understood what u said: how are you? I'm, or I love, or I. or something uh.. Hope u continue I think. Something something something. awesome maybe? More please I think and more words that I don't know. :D but like I know joli means pretty. Uh.. Other pointless words I cant think of right now. And I don't mind your long reviews. Hell make them longer if you want. You don't need to say sorry for your bad English cause it's probably better then mine.

If I didn't have spell check you would probably ask, like all my teachers do in school "is English your 3rd language?" cause that's how bad I am at it.

I love you. For like real. That review made me happy, if I cant die of happieness can I foam at the mouth and run around screaming I love destinity while dancing around in the middle of the street? Cause I will if you let me, that's how much that comment made me happy… just saying. And im writing this right now, because of how amazing your comment was.

To your grade, I think you might either be a senior in high school, or a freshmen in college. Or hell maybe even a sophmore in college, cause my bro was a sophmore in college at the age of 19. So idk. … I wrote a lot. C:

And for zoey. I love you too. I love French people. It was completely official. 3

Also anyone else reading this. This one is following Sasori.

Sasori glanced around the house, his eyes drifting over the things in her house, not seeing anything to strangely. His eyes glanced over at the desk in the room, passing it over, before his eyes snapped back to it. Sitting on the desk was a bottle of lighter fluid sitting on a other wise empty desk. Going over there and picking it up and weighing it in his hand he could tell the thing would need to be refilled soon. Placing it back where it belong he turned and walked into the kitchen to see a maid cleaning the dishes, with head phones in her ears.

He stared at her for a moment before cursing under his breathe, walking away as fast as possible while still being quiet. The maid was singing along to some Spanish song that was playing very loudly in her ears. He was never here during the day, at night he waited for sakura, but during the day, he really does have a life. Face palming himself in the face for being so utterly stupid. Bording to himself for his stupidity he was brought out of it when his phone began to ring.

Playing the rock song quietly, letting the music flow out of his pocket and into the hall way where he was simply standing staring at the wall. Slipping his hand into his pocket he brought his phone out of his pocket, flipping it open like a lighter he placed it on his ear.

"what?" he asked bitterly. Someone always wanted to talk to him when he had to do something with sakura. Growling in the back of his throat at the person on the other end of the phone. A low laugh was heard from the other end of the line making Sasori only stare at the phone angrily.

"oh danna. must you be so mean un? I only called to see if you were, you know, still alive?" the scratchy voice said. The phone made everyone sound scratchy Sasori, noted, glaring at the phone again since he was felt like it. It was after all his overly-silly blonde headed friend who had no taste in art, AT FUCKING ALL. Sasori had decided this a very long time ago. (author comment: please note I am not taking sides in that non-real argument…) the blonde head's name in Deidara, he was a normal blonde haired male, bright blue eyes, fun, artistic, though, he looks like a very girly girl. Sasori sighed shaking his head in distraction, forgetting why he bothered to even think about the dumb blonde. (author comment: I don't think blondes are stupid. One of my best friends name is Danny, and she's a fucking genius. Thank you)

"what were you saying? I wasn't listening.. I don't really care." Sasori said, glaring at the wall, before looking at the kitchen again and leaving the house quickly, going into his car that was about 4 blocks away. In the same spot it's in every day, and night for that matter.

"I said you fucking dumbass. Leader is pissed your taking so long on your 'little' trip. Un. He wants you back soon, or we'll come to where you are.. Its been 2 years danna… un." he said making Sasori sigh slightly before falling to the side, laying across the 2 front seats, turning on to his back to staring at the ceiling properly.

"fine. don't act like a pussy." Sasori said, he could almost hear Deidara flinch. But he didn't have to hear it.. He could smell it. He sighed again, he did miss his best friend, but he didn't want to deal with the people who he worked with. Deidara sucked in a sharp breath before he spoke. Thinking over his words wisely.

"whatever you fucking stalker. Un." and he hung up. He deserved it he decided, Sasori knew he hated the gay and girl comments, but Sasori wasn't in the mood, he wanted to have sakura love him, he was getting tired of her not knowing him, not knowing he loved her. The dial tone is all he heard for a while until he could bring himself to end the call on his side. He picked up the phone, hit the little 'end call' button and slipping it back into his pocket. Today he decided to wear something simple, black jeans, and a plain black hoodie, with a black tank top underneath that. Laying on his back staring at the ceiling of his favorite car. It wasn't his only car, but it was his favorite.

Sitting up after god knows how long, he started his car, and drove home. Which was clear on the other side of town. He drove past sakura on his way out and stared at her with his mouth gapping open, hoping. Praying. Begging. That she didn't see him. She's never see his face before the other night, she wasn't going to now. He floored it, whipped it out before she was even close to him, she hocked angrily and flipped him off before huffing and going home.

Sasori smiled. She didn't recognize him.

He just might go celebrate. So he did. He drove to a club he was 'close' with, parked his car and got out, the girls waiting in line swooned at him. He smiled at them softly and brushed his bangs out of his eyes with his finger tips. The girls blushed at him, one of them waved him over, he thought as part of his celebration he might as well have fun with one of the girls… or maybe many of them. He smiled evilly inside before gracing them with his presence. One of them had bright green eyes, and blonde hair that went down to her waist. He decided, he would grace this one. He smiled at her sweetly as he walked up to her, a velvet rope separating them.

"hello.." she said shyly, looking down then looking up quickly, meeting his eyes as she smiled back at him. Her eyes reminded him of sakura, so he wanted her, not as much as he wanted sakura though, but she'd have to wait. Her friends growled angrily at her, they weren't even inside before the pretty one got picked up on a date, of course. "hey." he said still meeting her eyes, just glancing at her friends before he reached forward to undo the hook on the rope, motioned for her to come out. She did, he hooked the rope back, put his arm around her shoulders.

"what's your name cutie?" he asked, nodding at the bouncer who let him in without a single question. "uh… I'm Tara." she said, blushing slightly again. Sasori snorted inwardly 'how cliché.' He thought bitterly. "well. My name is Sasori. Its nice to meet you. Now lets get you a drink." he said grinning at her, he couldn't help it, he wanted this night over quickly. The walked over to the bar where the bartender gave him 2 drinks, very strong vodka in each, she looked young, he thought glancing at her, maybe she'll get drunk quickly. She stared at the drink before looking at Sasori.

He drank his, she did the same. He smiled at her softly the buzz making him happy.

"don't you love vodka, from Russia? That shit it the stuff." he said grabbing her hands and kissing the tops of them, before pulling her onto the dance floor, dancing with her. She was pretty bad, so was he, but he didn't care, he was enjoying this celebration.

After dancing for awhile they stopped because Tara had gotten close to his ear and told him she was thirsty. He smirked, because he liked a girl who said what she wanted. "okay" he said, taking her hand and going to the bar. He nodded his hand, and the guy put two more shots in front of them. He drank his, and she drank hers. Tara shook her head at the burning down her throat. He smiled, 2 more in front of them.

"I'm good." Tara said, pushing the full glass away. Sasori looked at her, raising an eyebrow. The right one. Not the left, because everyone does the left, he's not a conformist.

"are you sure? It's really good." he said, giving her a smile that was just a pathetic attempt, it was just a lip curl. It was sad really. She smiled and watched while he drank his in one gulp. She looked at intently before swiftly picking it up and drinking it.

Sasori had 2 more shots and Tara had 4, lets just say by the end of the night, she was trashed, which made Sasori glad. He calmly walked up to his car, holding onto to her to make sure she didn't get hurt in anyway from you know, being drunk. She held onto him tightly, trying to keep from tripping. She giggled very loudly at every trip she made, every glance he shot towards her, laughed really loudly at the looks on her friends faces as she left before they even got in after hours of her being inside with the mysteries red-head. Walking towards his car, they made there pretty quickly, he helped her into her side of the car like a gentleman and went to his side.

"wheres your place?" he asked, she giggled softly.

"6326 turning ham" she said, he had to choke back a loud laugh. Totally insane he decided he'd humor her anyway, because she was hot.

"okay." he said, chuckling softly. His fingers reached out and turned the radio on to a song on a mixed cd of sakura's favorite songs. A small list of a ton of them.

You're going down by sick puppies. He liked that one very much. Always reminded him of all the times him and Deidara fought. They used to do fist fights, Deidara use to pull his hair back, all of his hair into a full pony tail at the base of his neck, and wear his black clothes. Always had his eyes blazing like blue fire. When Sasori would wear his normal black clothes also and would wear gloves, they both did, then they would fight.

Right hook. Got Sasori in the jaw, swift punch to the stomach, had Deidara lose the air in his chest.

They fought. They argued. But they were best friends after all. They argued about art, which was both of their lives. Sasori smiled at the memory, tomorrow he'll call Deidara after all. His thoughts made him realize he was going where he normally went, he shook his head, did a u-turn and quickly drove away from sakura's neighborhood. Heading towards the other women's house.

He sighed sadly. Oh how he wished he could be with sakura. He loved her, so much he did…

Pulling into Tara's driveway and parking his red car he hopped out and over to her side where he opened her door. She jumped onto him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Which caught him by surprise. He had thought she was asleep, but she was just waiting to pounce it appears. He kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her waist, pretending she was sakura, the girl of his dreams. Closing the car door with his foot he made his way to the front door, where he let go of Tara so she could unlock the door. As soon as the door was open, he pounced on her himself, but not the way she did to him. He grabbed her and pushed her down onto the couch in the living room where he sat on her legs.

She pushed him up. "bedroom." she breathed out as she tried to catch her breath.

"okay…" he said breathing heavily, he stood up, picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into a bedroom she pointed to, where he promptly kicked the door open causing her to giggle alittle. Walked inside and closed it behind him with his foot before stalk towards the bed.

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The next morning he woke up bright and early. Around 7 or 8 am, where he just sat up and stared at the sleeping girl next to him in utter disgust. Snorting loudly to himself he pulled the blanket's back and started searching for his clothes that were laying around on the floor. Sighing to himself loudly, he wanted to get out of there, quickly, and quietly. Picking up his clothes and putting them on quickly, he walked out of the door making sure not to leave anything behind that would tell her he was ever there.

Walking around the living room and searching for his wallet and keys which seems to had jumped out of his pocket the night before. Lifting the cushions and behind the couch, he scratched his head in confusion before going back upstairs and looking around the bedroom he left from. He looked around. Under her clothes, he shuddered when he did. And finally under the bed, with his face pressed against the floor with his ass in the air and his hand holding the fabric of the blanket that was over the edge of the bed and falling onto the floor.

He found them, under the bed, he had to reach with his arm, but he reached it, grabbed his wallet and keys and crawled out from under the bed. Rubbing the dust out of his hair. Standing up and looking at the girl still sleeping soundly in bed and snoring softly made him angry at himself, he shouldn't of done this, 'I should end her…' he thought bitterly. So he did. He crawled on top of her, sitting on her thighs to render her legs useless and gripped his hands tightly around her thin neck. Her eyes shot open as she started to lose her oxygen intake. She searched his face looking for anything to save her, she opened her mouth to scream or say something but she started gasping, begging for breath.

He growled, his angry growing, tightening his grip even more around her neck until her face got paler, she started flailing her arms trying to hit him, scratch him do something to get free. But it wouldn't help, it never helps. After what felt like hours to him she stopped moving, her body went limp, her bright eyes dimmed. She stopped breathing. She stopped moving. After letting go of her neck, he got off of her and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Quickly dialed the number he had memorized by heart.

"Yes?" a tough voice answered. He sounded tired, and grumpy. Uh no.

"I killed a girl.. I need you to come clean up.." Sasori said, running his hand through his red hair, placing his elbow on his knee and leaning over the edge of the bed. He heard a sigh but he smiled in relief afterwards.

"fine. I'll fix it dumbass. Where?" the voice asked. He sounded eager but he tired to hide it, because he got to much sick enjoyment out of cleaning up a murder.

"okay. Thank you. 6326 turning ham " Sasori said, hanging up and closing the phone. He would just chill here until Zetsu would show up. He sighed and laid on the floor, on his back, staring at the ceiling. Which he always did enjoy doing. He sighed to himself happily because the murder still had him on a natural high. Made him fill of power until the high went away. He normally killed using a gun or a knife, but using his hands was much better from time to time. He counted on his fingers, trying to remember how many people he's killed, he made it up to around 28 when the door opened and heavy footsteps made it up the stairs and into the hall in front of the door where they stopped.

"Sasori" a voice said on the other side, he got up and quickly opened the door to see Zetsu standing there in front of him.

"hello." Sasori chirped out happily before moving to the side and sweeping a hand towards the bed.

"all yours" the red-head said as if it was a present. Which for Zetsu it was.