Well guys, here's the very ,much anticipated, or at least I hope very much anticipated, Chapter 11! Okaay, so maybe it's a few days late, and a little shorter than usual, but it's up! I don't have much to say here, 'sides I'm going to put lyrics from the song that the title came from, whether or not the song itself had to do with the Chapter. I simply chose the title because i felt the song title fit the chapter. So yeah...the lyrics may or may not have anything to do with it. ^^" Without further ado, read on! Oh, and I don't own the song or Naruto.

Chapter 11~

Electric Ghosts.

~ What will it take to open up the gates?

Let down your hair, I'm climbing up to you.

Stay up late, do the things we want to.

If it's only tonight, it's alright with me.

Pardon me, what's the meaning of the dreams?

A secret lust in these hidden things?

Face to face, can you show me how you play?

And if it's only tonight, it's alright with me. ~

"Daddy, where are we going?" She had let the question escape past her lips without really thinking about it over four times during the course of their fifteen minute walk that would knowingly grow in length. Her father hadn't answered her once, but each time, she had only thought he didn't hear her. She'd always believed that the twenty three year old man was going deaf, for whatever reason.

She provided a smile when she glanced up at the black haired male, expecting him to know immediately that it was meant for him. She could feel the pent up angst in his aura, and figured that a soft grin would cheer him up.

Shiro kept his head straight and pulled his daughter along. He wasn't in the mood for cute gestures, or simple questions, no matter how much he wanted to allow her to take him away into her own little care free world.

His reddish eyes glanced over the entire area they'd been trekking; darting over the canopies, and grazing the forest floor with a glare that would surely have killed off the plants had they paid close enough attention. The day was slowly disappearing, but that was the least of his worries.

The escort group that had come along with him hadn't returned from scouting after they had felt a harmful presence. Trained in a manner that was "kill-and-go", Shiro began to worry that perhaps the enemy had been too strong for them.

"Tsuki, darling, did anyone follow you when Mirai dropped you off with me?" He questioned her with urgency, and, although she tried with all her might to remember, her answer was negative. Shiro sighed. What could be holding them up? He paused, holding his daughters small, childish hand, and scanned the area for any aggressive aura's, for any being that may cause harm to her, to be more specific. His eyes narrowed just slightly, his body tensed, and his grip on her hand strengthened before he scooped her up into his arms. Using the chakra that he had been so careful to preserve for this exact reason, he launched himself into the trees, and very simply ran. He ran as far as his body would allow. Ran as far as was necessary to keep her away from danger. He pushed himself to his limits, and when he stopped to catch his breath, he realized that it was pointless.

Tsuki gazed up at her father, fear evident in those innocent metallic pink eyes, and for once, he didn't hide his own fear. He didn't try to hide any of his emotions anymore. But he could make her believe that everything would be okay all the same. It was the least he could do.

"Darling, I want you to do me a huge favour." He bent down so he was eye level with her, and the fear in her eyes erased for just a moment. She had to be strong—had to take this mission he would give her quite seriously. She wouldn't want to let him down. Determination glittered behind her long lashes. He allowed himself a small smile before he pulled her against him for one last hug. His lips touched her cheeks and her forehead, he whispered that he loved her repeatedly, to which she answered with a similar, I love you too, daddy.

"What's wrong daddy? What do I need to do?" She pressed her small, delicate, innocent, childish hands against his face, staring into his eyes—sharing her thoughts with his. He shook his head solemnly, standing to get away from her unspoken words. He didn't want her to read him.

"I want you to run, darling. Run." His piercing red eyes turned somewhat malicious now, but she wasn't scared of him. She was scared of his connotation. His eyes darted around, still searching for something that she couldn't see, and it only made her heart beat that much faster.

It was all her mother's fault, naturally. That selfish gypsy woman turned heiress to a throne she wanted for the fortune, and the fortune only. Tsuki was to inherit it if he were to die, regardless of if he was married to Tamiko.

"D-daddy...D-daddy, I c-can't leave you...I have nowhere else t-t-o go!" She gazed up at him with crystal pink eyes that began to sparkle with light tears. She couldn't be brave anymore. It was to terrifying. Where could she go?

"I'll come for you darling. Just run. Get as far away from here as you can! When you get weak, hide yourself well."His eyes were scanning the area with more intensity, and they dissolved into a sharp hazardous green. It wasn't supposed to happen so soon...We miscalculated. Returning his attention to the petrified crystalloid pink eyes, he gently swept her bangs from her eyes. Handling her with the same tenderness that his mother had given him, he placed her chin in one of his large, calloused hands, and with the other wiped away the tears that had started to brim over the edges of her eyes. Even though he knew he was feeding her empty lies, and even though he knew that he couldn't get her, it was the reassurance that she needed. Even she knew that she would never see him again. She's too young... This shouldn't be happening. "Do you remember what I told you? How to disguise yourself?" Her eyes were a sparkling spring green; bright with trepidation and anxiety. She didn't want to say goodbye.

Slowly though, she nodded her head, and let out a heavy sob that made her small body shake and quiver. Please...don't go...don't leave me daddy...

He could hear them coming closer, and she could feel their presence. It was malicious, angst filled and it made her want to shrivel up and die. Their bodies both stiffened out of fear like a rabbit being hunted.

They can't see you if you don't move.

There was no more time to say goodbye. Shiro shoved his daughter away quickly, in the opposite direction of the danger that was coming in way too hot. "Don't worry sweetheart...daddy will be right behi—" his eyes widened, and blood flew from his mouth, hitting the stuffed animal clutched in her arms. He fell to his knees and as a series of kunai flew towards his back, he closed his eyes, murmuring his final words. "Run, Tsuki...run."

She couldn't run though. She was too scared. "Come out, come out sweet princess." Daddy...why'd you leave me?

Her eyes dulled to a deep forest green. She was dead on the inside now. There was nothing left for her. The footsteps got closer. She couldn't hear them over the ringing in her ears, but she sure as hell could feel them. Run, Tsuki.

Taking one last glance back at the man who was laying face first in a puddle of his own blood, she darted deeper into the forest. Her daddy gave her a mission and she was going to complete it no matter what.

I don't know why you try. You're just a worthless little bitch." The voice had her stopping in her tracks. She glanced around. The malicious auras were still back where her father was. What was that?

Don't stop running, idiot. Do you want to die? Fail your father? Her eyes narrowed into slits and she dropped on her knees holding her head as a pounding headache attacked her brain.

It won't go away...

Struggling to her feet, Tsuki continued to stumble and trip and run until she couldn't run anymore. Forming a few hand signs, she let out a tired breath, and pressed her fingers to the ground. It shook slightly, and black, sinewy strands of wispy air shot up from the dirt, before wrapping around her, and fading to match the scenery around her. It will go away when the right person comes. Daddy said so...

It hurt so much. Why did it hurt so much. She closed her eyes, now back to metallic pink, and with a few last inhales, she allowed herself to fall into a deep sleep. Maybe it will all go away...

My eyes flew open as a rush of air passed my lips. It never went away did it? My fingers were splayed across my chest in a feeble attempt to get my body from going into some sort of cardiac arrest. Glancing around the dark room, I remembered that I was safe. Or, much rather, as safe as I could be. The body sleeping next to me proved that much to be true, and as I moved to sneak out of the other woman's bed, I whispered a soft apology.

God, how I hated to be a burden to the white haired angel I had befriended. She barely sleeps anymore because of me. I tried shaking my head, as if that would rid the idea from my head, and although I know it was pointless, I couldn't have helped it. Tears that I hadn't noticed were there in the first place began to fall from my eyes, and almost immediately I was trying to stifle sobs with my pillow.

"Why won't you j-just let-t me f-forg-get?" I hated it. Hated it so much, and no matter what I did, it was always there. A soft knock on our door had my gaze shooting upwards towards it. Who could possibly be there during these early morning hours? Hikari stirred in her sleep, and I quickly darted to the door, hoping that perhaps it wasn't anybody at all, and I was just hearing things. My hand that rested against the cool metal knob was shaking, quivering with something I was unsure of. Perhaps it was fear of who was behind the entrance, or perhaps it was shaking from before...I wouldn't know.

"Hello?" I muttered as quietly as possible, making sure to never break contact with my feet.

"Tsuki-chan?" My head shot up and standing before me was the orange masked good boy that I had grown to love, in a sense.

"A-ah...T-tob-bi-k-kun..." I offered him a weak smile, and he enveloped his arms around me, to give me a rather large hug.

"Tobi came to check on Tsuki because Hikari told Tobi that sometimes Tsuki wakes up from nightmares." He tilted my head up with his thumb and pointer finger underneath my chin, and then, let out a childish gasp. "Is Tsuki-chan okay? Tsu-Tsu looks like she was crying! What can Tobi do? Tobi is a good boy!" I allowed a much more realistic smile touch my lips at his words.

"I'm f-fine. Arig-gat-tou..." He pulled on my hand excitedly; so that I would leave the room with him, and I couldn't help but to wonder if he ever ran out of his seemingly boundless energy...Did Tobi ever sleep?

"Tsu-Tsu-chan is going to come in Tobi's room with Tobi. So Tobi can keep watch and make sure there are no more bad dreams! Tobi'll beat them all up with his trusty pillow!" If I could see he face, I would be sure he was grinning underneath his mask. A blush crept onto my face however. I had only ever shared a room with Sasuke-kun, and Itachi-san. Well...there was this one other time, but it didn't end very well.

And what about the other night? Would things continue? Would I actually let Tobi go farther?

If you do, you're a stupid whore.

Really. But I suppose if that's what you would like, be my guest.

Just gives me something else to fuck with you.

I bit my lip as the tears started to flow again, and I gripped onto Tobi's hand as hard as I could. He paused, and glanced down back at me. I could sense the concern coming from his aura, and it felt as if he was most certainly frowning.

"What's wrong Tsuki-chan?" I wanted him to make me feel better...

"It-t...it-t won't-t leave... I c-can't-t..." I looked up at him with the saddest, most pathetic expression I'm sure ever came across my features. Tobi's fingers squeezed mine gently, in a comforting gesture, and his voice came out in a smooth whisper.

"It's in your head, isn't it?" A startled gasp left my lips as he pinpointed exactly what had plagued me since my childhood. Looking towards the ground with a dejected gaze, I nodded slowly, and felt him pull me along. "Don't worry," His sultry tone soothed, "I'll make it better." I didn't know how he planned to make me feel any better; I doubted he had any knowledge of mental illnesses, or whatever the fuck it was that was in my head, but who knew. It was Tobi, and he was very unpredictable.

I was led down the hallway, a turn to the left, and a flight of stairs, all shrouded in deep mysterious darkness—save for the occasional flickering candle light. I remember hearing something about that man Kakuzu stating that there was no reason to leave the hall lights on all night, as it was a "waste of electricity", and that we were "damned ninja; if we needed to go into the halls for whatever reason, we should use our abilities to their fullest." It still scared me though. Darkness wasn't ever really a friend of mine, and I knew that unless I died, we never would be.

Finally, however, I was tugged through a door, which I expected was Tobi's, and then left by the opening, as his hand disappeared from mine. Immediately, my hand flew to my chest, to fiddle with the collar of my shirt, nervously, and my eyes darted around frantically, searching. For nothing in particular, either...just...searching. My heart was pounding in my chest, my ears, my throat and my head, making a deafening, terrifying noise in my ear that seemed unnatural.

Go away please...

Tobi's room wasn't at all what I expected. I figured it would have been messy, strewn with games, and toys, children's books and novels, and clothes. I pictured it bright, and cheery, with highlighter yellow and Pumpkin orange walls. Of course, this all sprouted from the visage that Tobi had shown. However, instead of the children's playroom theme, Tobi's room was simple, dark, and organized. The walls were painted a deep maroon colour, and the ceiling was black. His bed was—as opposed to a small little race car bed—a grand four poster king, complete with the sheer curtains that hung from the top railing, and were strewn to the sides with black ribbon. His comforter and the curtains were also a crimson, while his pillows, sheets and railings were black. He had a desk to one wall, and a large towering bookcase that took up the entire wall on the opposite. I noticed a few pieces of paper on the desk were astray, and there was a towel hanging off the back of the chair there, but otherwise, it was spotless.

"Do you like it?" The deep voice that permeated my eardrums from behind had me momentarily startled, my body freezing on instinct. I took in a few hyperventilated breaths, before nodding shakily. Why did he have that effect on me? "I'm glad. You may move onto the bed if you'd like." He breathed out, fingers on my hips to guide me forward towards the large bed. M y feet made soft thuds against the light coloured carpet, and eventually, I stopped, my fingertips brushing against the delicate down comforter.

"Soft-t..." I murmured under my breath. He must've heard me however, because he began to chuckle. My eyes shut closed and I willed the pain in my head to go away.

Please...Don't laugh at me.

Don't hate me.

I was scared Tobi wouldn't want to talk to me anymore because I had made that stupid comment. I was scared that he would look down on me. God, why was I so stupid? A whimper left lips that parted just slightly enough to let the sound out; tears threatened to leak out of magenta eyes that couldn't decide if they wanted to stay that colour of fade to a saddened, sullen green.

"Tsuki, it's okay." He murmured, caressing my bare stomach, as my pyjama shorts rode low, and the matching shirt cut just above my belly button. "I told you I'd make it better, didn't I?" His words made my heart beat faster. I opened my eyes, just a tad, to allow myself to safely fall to his bed.

Tobi followed after me, wrapping his arms protectively around my waist. His mask was still on, hiding his eyes from my view, but, at the same time, was lifted up just enough for me to see the soft curve of his lips, as he leaned in closer, and let a soft breath out. I blinked, unsure of what to do at his close proximity, then blushed a bright shade of red.

Go ahead, you stupid cunt.

Fuck the lying bastard.

Go on, you know you want too.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I parted my lips to speak, only to have his press against mine greedily, moulding perfectly to my own in a domineering kiss.

Good gods, what was I in for...

I can't wait for the next chapter, yeah?

What'd'ya think is gonna happen? *insert suggestive eyebrow wiggle*

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~Mariah Love