Hey guys lets make a promise! A promise to stay friends forever, no matter what and to always keep our secrets between us!

Yeah!


'T-That voice, Deidara?!'
'.......J.....J?..'

'Van! Van!!!'

The brunnete haired man looked up from his paper, his brown eyes harboring a tired yet pleased glow. He knew that voice by heart. Vira. He stood from his desk and walked to the doorway, staring out till he spotted the girl walking up to him. He smiled lightly and lend on the doorframe.

'Van I have incredible news for you!'
'As do I'

He motioned for her to follow him into his office which she did. Once inside she took a seat next to his desk while van rested his hip against the desk, halfway sitting on it. The woman brushed from soft red hair from her face, showing her gentle smile.

'So what's your news?'
'Yours first'
'I earned us another week'
'Awesome! That's too perfect you see, that girl Ino said the first time she was taken it was by Itachi.'
'So Uchiha is involved?'
'Yes! So then she wouldn't give me the name of the person who took her second time she was taken cause she never saw their face, but you see I found a hair stuck on the rope they were tied with. I analyzed it and found out who took them!'
'But Flame took them.....you found out flames identity?!'
'Yep it's really-
'VAN!'

The pairs talk halted when Van's office door opened, Shancus in the doorway. Vura stood and walked over to the boy, a curious look in her eyes. Shancus stared at the pair, his yellow eyes filled with worry as a whimper escaped his lips. Van raised a brow, his brown eyes giving a gentle look as he smiled at the boy. Vira walked over and stroked the boy's hair, her green eyes staring at the boy.

"Sweet heart is there something you need to tell us?"
"Y-yes. It's about Jones!...I lied to you!"

Van raised a brow and stepped over, gazing down at the younger boy as he spoke, his eyebrows furrowing in a rather displeased fashion. His eyes flicked towards Vira who was staring at the boy with a worried frown. Shancus was a very honest boy, for him to lie it had to be big, which made Van worry.

"What do you mean?"
"Jones…He did do something suspisius but I didn't think anything of it…b-but he took something form the Deidara's house."
"The missing boy?! Why would Jones take something from the boy's house?!"

Vira stared up at Van who only shrugged. He let his eyes fall closed, a frown on his face. He expected something like this, but so soon? Van knew Jones was acting strange after all but deep down he was hoping it was only his imagination. Now it was clear his suspicion were true, and it hurt greatly.

"….I wish I could over look this…but I can't. I have to tell the captain"

Sasori frowned as he gazed down at the water below. The hard rock of the bridge beneath his worn old sneakers, his beat up, hole filled jacket whipping in the air. His hazel eyes stared at the ground, unsure what to say, what to do.

As far as he knew Deidara was dead. The love he had always longed for was gone. What could he do about it? Nothing. His foot moved forward, edging close to the edge of the ledge.

'Screw the fucking world'

His hand slid off the pole he had been holding, ready to fall off into the icy water. So close, the end was so close......

'Sasori no!!!'

A hand shot out and grabbed the boy's jacket and yanked him back. The boy let out a yelp as he fell backwards, landing in warm arms as they wrapped around his frail frame. The boy gave a weak blink. He wanted to look up but he couldn't. He was too tired. Too weak. A soft mumble escaped the boy's lips before his eyes drooped closed, blackness taking over.

'So.....warm.....'

A soft noise filled the quiet room. A dripping sound. The small candle was the only light in the room, it's soft glow spreading across the old rotted floors. A small puddle was on the floor, a dull red color. It dripped from the bed where a pale arm was hanging over, slender pale fingers dipped in the puddle of red, streams of red sliding down the pale flesh.

Another droplet hit the floor, but this one was clear. A tear. The splattered water slowly mixed with the red puddle.

'F-forg...Forgive me....J....J....'