Well, I believe the wait has been long enough. So here is chapter six! Enjoy :)

Chapter 6, Life.

The last few days have been the hardest for me. Trying not to show my sadness to Mom and Daddy, and trying to explain everything about running my club to Savannah. She's spent every night with me, walking around the club and talking with the workers. They all love her to death and I know they will not give her any trouble whatsoever.

The reporters, on the other hand, have been on our heels like there wont be a tomorrow. There are questions going around like: What is going on with the Lorenzo family, why is the oldest daughter showing her sister the ropes? Does she plan on leaving? Who are the two new men in her life? Potential boy friends? It gets old. Very quickly.

At one point I couldn't help myself. It had just stopped raining and I was taking a walk, going to buy Savannah something special. Just a little trinket, nothing to big. A reporter was following me, trying to be stealthy, hiding here and there whenever I glanced back at him. It was starting to upset me, nothing I do it privet. Nothing. So, being a little devilish, I turned the water under his feet to ice and walked away laughing as he tried to figure out why he slipped.

Savannah almost had a heart attack laughing when I told her about it.

"Why don't you burn them?" She asked me one time. "They will leave you alone then!"

I had just rolled my eyes at her. "Because then even more people will be following me, wondering why I have super powers!"

She hasn't brought it up since.

But tomorrow is the day.

The day I will say my final goodbyes and leave them all behind. The day will be the last day I ever see my family and friends. I stopped over at Anne's to say goodbye.

And she was in a bad mood. "Why the hell are you hanging out with that old creep?" She tossed the magazine she had been reading on the floor and wound the blanket around her shoulders tighter. "He isn't cute. Doesn't seem to have much money. And for God's sake! He's, like, ninety years old! Can you say EW?"

I couldn't help the smile. "Actually, he is only like fifty. His hair is all white because of people like you," I tapped her nose as I passed her, going to get a glass of water. "Besides, if you got to know him, I'm sure you would figure out why I like him. He's funny, confident, and stupid." I paused, looking back at her. "Wait a minute... aren't those the same reasons I like you?" Her glare had me laughing.

"And what about that other guy? He's about our age, right? Why don't you date him?" Anne sunk back down on the couch to the point where I could no longer see her.

"He is a friend." I said each word slowly, so she would understand. "I have no feelings for him, nor would I ever want to!" I dumped the rest of the water in the sink and set the glass on the counter. "And he already has a girl," I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear. Let her think what she wants. That last little bit was so she would drop it. I don't actually know if he has someone yet or not.

Anne humphed and that was the end of that.

Next I went to the country house to see Mom. I had dropped Savannah off with her before I went to Anne's. Mom and I played a card game and laughed over a glass of wine. We talked about my childhood, trying to see what I remembered and what I didn't. The things she brought up... They are better left forgotten. When it was time to say goodbye I gave her a hug that I wished would last. I never got to say goodbye last time. It is much different. Much more emotional. Especially since she doesn't know I am saying goodbye for good. And when I left, I was crying. The second I sat in my car the water works began and I sped off, not wanting to tempt myself into turning around.

Daddy was at the club when I arrived. We spent the night laughing, just as mother and I had. We talked about other things, though. Like the club, and how well it is doing. How he has been thinking about letting me take over the family business since Kaleb has shown not an ounce of interest in doing so. My heart ached with every word, but I held it all in. He will never know, until tomorrow, that I will never take over for him. I wont be around to do so. I will be in a coma, laying in a hospital bed for the rest of my life. Until I stop breathing. Or until my heart stops beating.

I wonder how long they can keep me alive?

I shook the question out of my head. No, I don't want to know.

When we closed the club Daddy came up to my apartment where we talked some more, him drinking some whiskey while I sipped my wine. Our tastes are so different, but we are the same. We both have an eye for business, we both care so much about our family, and we both have our secrets. I've known for a long time that Daddy always kept things from us, but I never bothered to ask. I don't want to know. And he knows I have secrets. He doesn't ask. He doesn't want to know. But I think my secret is much, much bigger than his will ever be.

When he said goodnight I hugged him tightly, just as I had mom. He squeezed me close, like he used to when I was young.

"I love you, Daddy," I whispered, hugging him slightly tighter.

"I love you, too, baby girl." He lifted me a little in the air and set me back down. "Now, get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day." He kissed my forehead and left, closing the door behind him.

I couldn't choke back the tears this time, either.

– –

"Are you ready?" Jiraiya asked me softly, his face full of concern.

They don't have to tell me. I know I look like crap. My hair is a mess, my eyes are all red, blood shot, and itchy. My makeup is still smeared on my cheeks, and around my eyes. I never took it off last night, nor did I take a shower or brush my hair. That is why it is such a mess.

"No. Give me a few minutes." I shut the door on their faces and went to take a shower. I called Savannah when I was done.

"Hello?" her cute little voice said.

I could barely hold back my tears at the sound of her voice. "I love you, Savannah, and good luck." It was all I could say.

Her voice changed, quivering slightly. "I love you, too, Kira. Please, be careful," she whispered the last part. "I will think of your every night. So think of me, too!"

I laughed slightly. "I will never stop thinking of you, baby sister. Unfortunately, you are always in my head."

She laughed at that. "Just be careful, okay?"

"I will," I whispered, unable to talk any louder. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

We hung up then, both of us a little too choked up. I applied some makeup, making sure to stick my eyeliner and lip gloss in a small bag I will be taking with me. I made sure to only put normal things in there, because I know they will also be staying with my body. I slipped a picture of my family that I used to have in my wallet, which I wont be bringing with me, in the bag as well.

I entered my living room to see Jiraiya and Kiba lounging on my chairs watching TV. "Ready." I said finally, wondering in the back of my head how they got in.

Kiba glanced over my clothes. Simple pair of leggings with a long shirt over it, the color a green-blue. "You are going to be cold..."

"It's winter there," Jiraiya offered.

I cleared my throat, it still being a little full after my chat with my sister. "I know. But it isn't here. And people would wonder why I dressed heavy." They both nodded, being okay with my decision. And that is good, because I wouldn't be changing even if they had told me too.

"Then let us get moving," Jiraiya said. He stood and cracked his back. "Ugh, I'm getting old," he muttered under his breath.

Kiba put his arm over my shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "Everything will be okay."

We walked through town, leaving my car where it was parked outside the club. We walked down into the area of New York that is considered the "bad" part. I stuck close to Jiraiya and Kiba. I've never liked coming down here, even when we used to live just on the other side, and had to come through this area every day to get to school.

People stared as we walked by, some gang members, and some just children unfortunate enough to live in this section of the city. A few girls were on the other side of the road, playing jump rope. The song they sang as they did little skips along with their jumps started to ring in my head, sounding hallow. My breathing quickened and my vision blurred.

Panic sparked.

"Don't fight," Jiraiya's voice echoed. "Flow."

I gasped as a sharp pain stabbed hard into my hip. I fell to the ground and everything spun. I

heard two other thuds next to me and knew Jiraiya and Kiba went down.

This is it.

These seconds are the last in my own world. I stared at the blurry girls as they jumped. Their song echoed, getting softer and softer. The bright colors of their shirts blended and the song faded completely from my ears.

And from my eyes.

– –

A strong smell hit my senses. I felt like I was washed back into my body, like an ocean wave rolling over rocks. I had never stopped to think about what would happen when I reached this world. I had been buried, right? Claustrophobia set in, on its highest notch. I lifted my hands, stiff and heavy, and banged on the cushions above me. I pounded. I screamed, a hoarse sound coming from my throat. Tears leaked down my cheeks.

Dirt hit my face, seeping in from somewhere. I tried to scream again, but only a croak came out. I kept banging, hoping I could get out. The panic I felt was overwhelming. The blackness was petrifying. Tremors wracked my body, and I began kneeing and kicking as well as slamming my hands into it. And I screamed continuously, my voice getting stronger and stronger each second.

"Please!" I screamed. "Please! Help me!" A bit of dirt fell down my throat and I started coughing and wheezing, not able to get any air. I hacked and hacked, trying to get it out of my throat to allow air in. But I couldn't. My heart slammed against my chest, my body automatically resorting to hyperventilation.

And all at once everything was gone.

The top of the coffin I was in was blown away, and the moon was staring down at me. I sat up, gasping for air, trying to fill my lungs. My hands were shaking as I grabbed at my throat, willing air to go down. I don't think I've ever shook so much.

And there were arms around me. There were voices. Jiraiya's voice. But I couldn't pay attention. Everything was cloudy, everything whooshing in my ears. I grabbed at them, still crying hysterically. Jiraiya lifted me, and I struggled. I tried to get loose, to get away from the confines of his arms. And he let me down, put me on the hard earth next to the grave.

I was aware enough to know that.

Then he left me alone, backed off.

I curled up and cried, holding myself tight in a little ball. It's odd. I had been so scared being confined, but now that I'm out in the open I am petrified of the openness. I clutched at my knees, trying to bring them closer. My body shook once more, then settled down a little. My heart rate started to slow and my breathing became calm. I laid there like that for a long time. And when I opened my eyes and finally started to stir, there was Jiraiya, helping me to sit up.

He brushed hair from my face and checked my pulse on the side of my neck. He said something to someone behind him and looked back at me. "Are you okay? How do you feel?" He asked both questions slowly, but it still took me a few minutes to register both.

I licked my cracked lips, but it didn't do anything. My tongue and throat are to dry. Jiraiya handed me some water. I gulped and gulped the water, but he quickly took it away before I could drown myself with it. "I'm okay," I whispered slowly. "I'm okay."

"How do you feel?" he repeated.

I frowned at him. I looked down at my body, wondering how I became so clean. And cold. My green-blue shirt and leggings are hair free, lint free, and wrinkle free. But I hurt. My whole body hurts. I feel weak. I don't know if I could have sat up by myself or not. Jiraiya is holding me up. Would I fall if he let go? Probably. It is hard to blink. I worked my tongue in my mouth, trying to get a reply for him. But he seemed to understand.

He said something else to someone behind him. When he looked back at me, the moon on his hair made it look like he had a white spiky halo. I smiled. That is funny. Jiraiya would be the last one with a halo. "I'm going to pick you up," he said. Huh? What does he mean? But before I could speak the answer, I was in his arms, held tightly, but carefully against his chest.

Panic sparked in my chest, but when he looked down at me with his calm eyes, I was instantly quelled. My head lolled, and finally fell on his shoulder as I fell asleep.

– –

I became aware to the smell of a stinging alcohol smell. Like an antibacterial wipe or something. I couldn't help the shiver. I haven't had to smell that since I was last in a hospital.

My eyes snapped open, and I gasped. But my dry throat sent me into a coughing fit. I was handed a glass of water and I greedily gulped it down until it was gone. I stared at the empty glass, wishing there was more. It felt so good going down and it made my whole body feel tingly. But I shivered again and almost dropped the glass, thankfully a hand caught it before it fell.

I finally looked to my side to see Kiba sitting in a chair next to the bed I was sitting in. He gave me a smile as he set the glass down on a small table. I stared at it, wishing he would fill it and give it back. But I knew he wouldn't because there is no pitcher of water anywhere. I looked back at him and stared. He cleared his throat and sat back, staring at me. I glanced down at his clothes. He changed. He's wearing a dark black leather jacket with a white shirt under, and some black pants. But his forehead protector still isn't on.

I looked away from him and studied the room. It is small, very small. No one else is in here.

And that is it.

I took a deep breath and yawned as I let it out. I stared hard at the door, wishing I could see through it. But that, of course, is very impossible. Another shiver hit my body, but this time it didn't go away quickly like the others did.

Kiba cleared his throat again. "Your body is thawing, you'll be shivering for awhile." He said it so casually. I looked at him.

Thawing? How long was I in that coffin for? But then I remembered. My body has been sitting in there for ten years. The shivers subsided for the moment and I tried to breath deep. My body was cooped up in that tiny little box for ten whole years. I worked my tongue again. Another shiver hit, but this time from disgust. I haven't moved my tongue for ten years. How nasty is that? I haven't brushed my teeth, or taken a shower, or brushed my hair for ten whole years.

I swallowed my ten year old spit.

I had the sudden urge to throw up, just with how nasty that all is. A freezing shiver hit and I forgot about it all. The shiver made me lose control of my body, and I couldn't sit any longer. I fell back and shook, taking gasping breaths. I tried hard to focus on something, anything, but I couldn't. The shivers were to strong. So I closed my eyes and let it take its course, no matter how frightened I became that it would never stop.

Eventually it did. It happened slowly, the shivers still happening, but in slower intervals and not as intense. Until they went away for the time being. I felt to weak to sit up again, so I laid there and breathed. I felt my heart beat against my chest and the air fill my lungs. I concentrated on the blood pumping in my veins and the feeling of being alive. It all felt so good. I've never noticed it before.

Being alive feels good.

But my concentration was interrupted when the door opened and the sound of clicking heels made me open my eyes once more.

Tsunade smile down at me, her blond hair still in its two ponytails on the side of her face. "Welcome back, Kira."

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