Aoi: I have finally decided to actually write and FINISH this story. I have gotten a lot of Story Alerts and Faves and such. I really would LOVE reviews still as well. Thank you!! I am very excited, please enjoy Chapter 4. Also, I promise to write faster and more. We had a long weekend so I'm doing two chapters a day until I finish. This story has no specific plotline yet so if I go back and change anything… I'll let you know.

WARNING : You know the drill.

Chapter 4 Miyavi's POV

My hand had made his final resting spot on the crook in Sasuke's neck. He just looked up at me, red faced and all. I grinned. He cast his eyes away. "Please don't do this… Gaara's just around the corner." He said this in almost a whisper.

I pretended not to hear him. "Sakun, can we meet up later?" I asked quickly, I knew Gaara would be back soon.

"You don't understand, Miyavi…" He replied.

"You want to." I told him and he nodded. I knew he did. He knew he did.

"Fine… just for a few minutes though. I'll meet you at eleven tonight outside the Konoha gate. Eleven sharp, I'm not waiting around for you." He told me quickly. He probably felt Gaara coming closer.

"All right." I pulled my hand away slowly. I smiled and walked to the corner of the restaurant and watched as Gaara came in and walked right passed me and returned to Sasuke. I grinned and slipped outside.

My steps were a slow saunter as I walked through the streets of Konoha, smile on my face. (Aoi: Remember, this is extreme Aoichan's imaginary Konoha, children.) It's all about the he said she said bullshit... I blinked and grabbed my phone, answering it, "Ichiro speaking."

"Ichiro, it's Kisame."

"Hey, what's wrong?" I stopped in mid-step. Kisame never called me, and if he did, it was a big emergency.

"Itachi, as always." He sighed.

"What's wrong with him, though?" I started to walk again, slower than before.

"He says he's 'ill' and you should come home to 'help' is 'ales'." I heard a tone in his voice. "I don't know why he keeps me around, he has you. Nah, correction, he wants you. You're his puppy: he calls you, you come." He was upset, of course. He's followed Itachi faithfully and still Itachi wanted me. I didn't know for sure if Kisame was like me when it came to his "heart's loyalties", but, it sure seemed like it. Itachi wasn't my type anyway. I went for the emotionally traumatized type.

"What do you want me to do, Kisame?" I didn't want to piss him off.

"Come back."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, if you don't, Itachi would kill me anyways… KISAME! Oh, shit. KISAME IS THAT AOI? Yessir. LET ME TALK TO HIM! Sir… Ami! Where are you? Have you seen my brother?" Oh no, this was the trap.

"Konoha, and yes, I have." Shit. The truth? Bad move..? Good move..?

"Well…?" Okay move.

"I saw him, he… didn't remember me." Not a complete lie, but close.

"How tragic." He was happy. I heard it in his voice. "So Kisame's informed you of my ill state?"

"Yes. Should I return?"

"Yes, beautiful, that would be best."

"All right." I sighed to myself. I wouldn't be able to meet Sasuke like I had hoped. "I'm on my way."

"Good, see you soon?" I paused. I could milk the part of me being out of reach.

"Itakun, I was thinking, could I possibly just start fresh tomorrow? It's been a long day and I don't think I can travel all that way by dark anyhow." And now… wait.

"Oh…"

Oh? Oh. Oh was a weird response. I hated weird responses. "It would mean a lot to me if you would let me."

"Well I am sure I won't die by tomorrow." SCORE!! I did a little dance to in my head. "Bye, Aoi, be here early."

"Yessir. Bye, Itakun." I hung up my phone and continued walking. Five more hours and I would be seeing my Sasukun again.

How lovely the world was…

(Short chapter because… Miyavi needs to wait five frickin hours alone. Kaythanks. :D)