Hey, everybody! Please enjoy the story, and if I still have to do the disclaimer, you obviously haven't been reading these Author's Notes.

Mischa's P.O.V.

It was a dark, stormy night, and I was calmly lounging on a couch in the living room, reading a book. A soft sound, like the beating of incredibly tiny wings, pervaded through the room. The book I read was so engrossing that I didn't notice the noise until it was too late.

On my bare right calf, I felt it - that subtle itch you get when something small is touching you inappropriately. My spine tingled while a feeling of repulsive disgustingness settled at the base of my skull. My shoulders tensed, and ever-so-slowly I lowered my book, peering hesitantly at my leg.

Large (the tiny kind of large) compounded eyes stared back up at me. Alien antennae feathered out from its head, while its wings rested close together over its back. Segmented legs branched out from its fuzzy body, holding onto my flesh with a misleadingly delicate grip. The last straw was the knowledge that a fine, almost unnoticeable coating of dust was now layering that small section of my leg.

I screamed and kicked my legs, hoping I could somehow get it off of me. Panicking, I jumped onto the back of the couch I had previously been lounging on. The moth flew towards my face, and I screamed again, waving my arms frantically at it.

Tobi hurried into the room. "What's wrong, Mischa-chan?!" He asked urgently, running over to where I was still flailing on the couch.

"Save me, Tobi! It's a freaking moth! I hate moths," I screeched, lunging off of the couch and hiding behind him.

Tobi straightened and puffed out his chest dramatically. "Don't worry, Mischa-chan. Tobi will save you because Tobi is a good boy!"

I cheered as Tobi raced around the room, leaping after the flying moth. I gasped worriedly when he tripped over the arm of a chair and fell comically to the floor before giggling as he leaped up and renewed the chase.

"I take it your scream had something to do with the moth Tobi is terrorizing." I whirled around and tackle-hugged my sister, who was watching the scene with a stoic expression. She eased up a little and even giggled when Tobi tripped again, this time over the book I'd thrown to the ground. "Tobi-san, trampling books is the highest form of sacrilege."

"Sorry, Shylah-chan. It came out of nowhere." Tobi picked up the book, dusted it off, and placed it delicately on an end table before resuming the chase for the errant moth.

The moth flew straight towards Sis and I. I screamed and hid behind Sis, while she just sighed. Quicker than the blink of an eye, she reached up her hands and closed them around the moth. "There, it's taken care of. Happy?"

Tobi hopped over, hands clasped together. "Wow, Shylah-chan! That was so fast!"

I stopped cowering behind my sister and hugged Tobi. "I know! My sister's so cool!"

Shylah rolled her eyes and turned to Tracey, who had followed Shylah over along with Itachi, Kisame, and Emi. She wiggled her cupped hands back and forth a little to emphasize what she'd done, and the sound of frantic wing fluttering emanated from them. "Where's Reia? I have to rub what video games have done for me in her face."

"What do video games have to do with catching a moth with your bare hands?" Tracey queried. Queried is such an unappreciated word, people should use it more often.

"Improved reaction time!" I chirped, and Shylah nodded once before starting to walk down the hall in search of Reia. "No, Sis, don't leave me!" Shylah waved her cupped hands threateningly in the air, and I hid behind Tobi, hissing. "You win this time, moth!" I sobbed, holding my arms towards my sister dramatically.

Tracey skipped back into the room, the other three following her at a more sedate pace. Kisame grinned at me. "All that fuss over a moth?"

"Hey, I had a traumatic childhood experience involving a moth! Don't judge me."

Tobi hugged me, patting my back both enthusiastically and comfortingly - although mostly just with excessive enthusiasm. "Poor Mischa-chan! It's okay, now, Tobi's here for you." I happily allowed myself to be hugged because Tobito couldn't hide his ninja's physique beneath his derpy persona, and I do like men with muscle.

Emi gave me a sympathetic look. "We'll support you if you need to talk about it."

I made fake sobbing sounds. "Maybe not right now, Emi. It's just- just too raw in my mind right now. Talking about it is too emotional." I dramatically wiped a tear away and immediately brightened. "Anyway, who wants to make cookies?"

Kisame chuckled at my abrupt mood swing. "I'm not much for making cookies. I'll pass." Tracey nodded in agreement because she's a terrible cook (mwahaha!), and Itachi 'Hn'ed in a way that made me think he was declining my offer. Emi shook her head and gave me a polite 'No thank you'.

Tobi, however, hopped up and down. "Will Mischa-chan teach Tobi how to make cookies?"

I eased myself out of the hug, suddenly uncomfortable with my situation, before smiling brightly at the hyper older man. "Sure, Tobi! To the kitchen, and away!" I yelled, pointing dramatically in the direction of said area before we ran there.

Cooking with Tobi was… interesting. I always had to keep an eye on him because he didn't drop his Tobi persona, and Tobi was a klutz to the -nth degree. He was like a klutz cubed. The weird part was that half the time I felt like he was honestly confused by some of the instructions - not stupid confused, just… unaware? Unpracticed? It was extremely obvious that he'd spent at least the last fifteen years devoting his life to taking over the world, even though he tried to pass it off as his Tobi-self. Baking was definitely not his forte.

I frowned as I recovered from scrambling, yet again, to catch the bowl of cookie dough when Tobi accidentally bumped into it. Don't worry, the cookie dough was saved every time. "Jeeze, Tobi, it's like you've spent the last decade living in a cave." I softened my words with a teasing grin while inwardly kicking myself. Uh, he has lived in a cave, me!

If Tobi felt nervous or threatened by my words, he didn't show it. Instead, he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry, Mischa-chan, I guess Tobi's just a little clumsy in the kitchen."

Thinking about what I'd said - even if I'd been joking -, I felt bad in retrospect. I patted his shoulder comfortingly. "It's okay, you're probably just not used to baking in a kitchen, what with you being a super-cool ninja and all." Considering who I'm talking to, that's simultaneously over exaggerating and under exaggerating. I smiled encouragingly, adding a little warmth because hey, I felt like Tobi had become a good friend in the two weeks I'd been here, and I wanted to make sure he knew I wasn't mad at him. "With a little more effort and hard work, you'll be able to bake cookies without anyone helping you. I believe in you."

Tobi went silent and still, and for a second I worried if I'd offended him. "Not that you haven't been trying or anything, Tobi. I just meant that if you keep at it you'll be an awesome cookie chef someday."

Suddenly Tobi seemed to come to life, and he hugged me. "Aw, Mischa-chan, that's so nice! Tobi's so happy that Mischa-chan believes in me!"

I smiled in relief. "Let's finish these cookies up, okay?"

"Yeah!" Tobi cheered, hopping up and knocking the bowl over. "Oops!" Before I had time to react, Tobi had snatched the bowl out of the air and placed it carefully away from the edge of the counter. "Tobi promises to be more careful from now on."

I nodded, smile still in place, as I took out a cookie sheet for the dough. Sometimes I both know he's a ninja and forget that being a ninja means he's on a whole other playing field than anyone I've ever known. Still, even ninjas are human, and not all humans know how to make chocolate chip cookies. "Uh, Tobi? You do know that we don't just pile the whole mass of cookies dough on one sheet, don't you?"

"Huh? Oh, no, sorry!"

I giggled. "It's fine, Tobi. Here's a spoon; we have to make little circles of dough, and we'll probably have enough for a few batches."

"Okay!"

Emi's P.O.V.

Tracey groaned and leaned back against Itachi's shoulder. Itachi didn't react, choosing instead to inspect the book Mischa had left behind in her eagerness to make cookies with Tobi. "Em, I'm so bored! Think of something for me to do!"

I shifted uncomfortably at being suddenly put on the spot. "I-I'm not sure…"

"Agh!" Tracey threw up her arms in frustration and tilted her head so that she was looking at Itachi. "What do you guys do around here for fun?"

Kisame grimaced and answered Tracey for Itachi. "We're not usually cooped up anywhere for more than a day or two. The closest we've ever come to staying in one place this long is a week when we had to lay low to avoid some Hunter-nin tracking me down."

"I thought you guys were super-powerful ninjas. Why would you need to avoid them?" Tracey asked, raising her head from Itachi's shoulder. It was probably a good thing that Tracey was being watched by Itachi - most Akatsuki members probably wouldn't have tolerated her subconscious physical contact. Not that Itachi seemed to enjoy it; he was kind of apathetic towards Tracey and everyone else.

"If we'd taken them out, that would've alerted anyone else nearby where we were. Hunter ninja would've been swarming the place, and as much as I like a good fight, the amount that would have been drawn to us was too much. We were trying to stay incognito."

"Would you have died?" Tracey asked quietly while I frowned in concern.

"Nah. Maybe injured, but we would've gotten away. It'll take more than some Hunter-nin to stop us. Why? You worried?" Kisame grinned at our expressions, and I blushed and looked away.

"Yeah, right. I saw you guys training yesterday. You're badass." Tracey declared. "I was just wondering if there were really people out there strong enough to beat you."

"There are, but we don't have to worry about them right now. After all, we're stuck in this base just as much as you two are." My eyes widened in shock at learning that there were people more powerful than the Akatsuki. If the Akatsuki looked so powerful when they were just practicing, what must the ninja who could beat them be like?

My thoughts were interrupted by Tracey hopping up from the couch. "I'm gonna go find Cat. Do you guys mind if we use the training grounds to play a game?"

"You can use the field if you let us watch the game."

"Deal!" Tracey chirped before skipping out of the room. Kisame and I got up to follow her as Itachi returned the book to its place and walked after us.

The training grounds were a large, indoors area much like a college gymnasium. It could easily hold a football field, and was located underneath the base itself. Shylah and Tiamat had once discussed the possibility of the base sinking into the underground training field, and the conditions required for it to do so. They guessed that the training grounds could most likely fit the entire base inside of it.

When we had arrived, Caitlin was already there, along with Deidara. She was watching him demonstrate his 'art', although how a bunch of explosions could be considered art confused me. I shrugged it off, however. To each their own, I guess.

Deidara saw us first, and stopped his 'art show' to glare at Itachi. Caitlin looked over her shoulder at us and began rolling up some pieces of paper and sticking them into bags I recognized from our shopping outing almost a week ago. "Hey, Trace, Em, Kisame, Itachi. What's up?"

Tracey skipped over. "I was wondering if you wanted to play a game of futbol," Tracey mentioned, using the Spanish word for soccer. Even though she'd been born in America, she was born to a young mother who knew little English, and sometimes preferred to use the Spanish equivalent to English words. Other times, the words just slipped out because her mind was geared towards Spanish and English, and both languages seemed to fight for the right to be used.

Caitlin stood up and moved her bags to a wall. "I'm always up for some soccer," Caitlin replied, shooting her a competitive smirk. She dug around in one of the bags before holding up a ball. "It just so happens that I bought a versatile ball the last time I went shopping." Cait head butted the ball to Tracey before going through a series of stretches.

I sat down against a wall, motioning for the guys to follow me. Tracey and Caitlin discussed boundaries while Tracey stretched. When Tracey was done stretching, she straightened and hopped on the balls of her feet. "Great! Now we just need goalies," she pointed out, eyeing the four of us spectators.

"That won't really work; only Emi knows how to play, and the other three are ninjas. It's not fair. We'll be fine without goalies." Caitlin grabbed the ball and kicked it back and forth, running circles around Tracey. "Man, I've missed this."

Tracey giggled. "We should find a way to get a volleyball net, and some basketball hoops, and more balls to play dodge ball, and-"

"Cool your jets, Trace." Caitlin interrupted her, holding her hands up while she kicked the ball up to her right knee before juggling it to her left, then back and forth.

Tracey rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself." She paused as Caitlin did a few other tricks. "You're such a show off."

"Don't mess up," Shylah's voice called quietly from where she'd just arrived in the doorway. "Guys are watching."

Tracey laughed while Caitlin stuck out her tongue. Kisame smirked at her. "Word travels fast. Do you know what this 'soccer' thing is?"

Shylah shrugged. "A game you play using mostly just your feet to kick a ball into a goal. I don't really like sports; I was just checking to see where you guys went. Reia's in mother hen mode."

"You're using us as an excuse for avoiding Reia because her hovering irritates you," Caitlin translated. "So mature."

"I don't like people 'mothering' me. It's weird." Shylah shuddered for emphasis.

"C'mon, Cat, let's play! We don't need goalies, okay?" Tracey half-whined, jumping up and down before stealing the ball from Caitlin and moving it to the center of the field.

"Hey, don't start without me!" Caitlin called, following after her at a fast jog.

They started the second they were in place. At first, I wasn't sure it would be interesting with two people playing, but they were close enough in skill for the match to be engaging. Tracey had the advantage of longer legs and a naturally athletic build, not to mention the kind of raw talent that allowed her to pick up any sport quickly. Caitlin, while shorter, had been playing soccer since she was a little girl, and had the kind of experience and skill to easily keep up with Tracey's pace when she didn't surpass her.

A few minutes into their match, Kisame and Deidara were cheering them on, probably influenced by their intense energy. Shylah caught my eyes and rolled her own when they got into a heated argument about who was better. I flinched when the argument raised in volume before petering out; they weren't really mad at each other, just a little excited to have something to do to break the monotony of the past few weeks.

After a while (and several more matches), Tracey and Caitlin made their way back to us, having run themselves ragged. They were both sporting huge grins, and high fived each other playfully.

"Hey, Neko, can you teach me to play soccer, yeah?" Deidara asked, rising from his sitting position. "It looks fun."

Caitlin nodded enthusiastically. "Sure. But I'm not playing against you; I'm not suicidal. You'd beat me in a second. Besides, I'm way too proud to lose to someone who's never played before in their life."

Kisame took that as his cue to stand up, as well. "Tracey could teach me. That should even things out."

"Uh…" Shylah started, looking between Kisame and Deidara dubiously. "You're a super-powerful close-range combatant, and Deidara's style is definitely long-range. Exactly how are the teams even that way?"

Deidara's right eyebrow twitched in irritation, but he kept his confident smirk in place. "Are you saying I'm not a match for Kisame, hm?"

"Exactly," Shylah replied, either oblivious to the implied insult or not caring; probably the latter. "Even if it's just a game of soccer, Kisame will obviously have you beat for strength and speed."

Tracey frowned. She'd looked excited to play a game with more than just two people, but didn't want it to be unfair. "Then how do we make the teams equal?"

Shylah shrugged. "You could always try getting Hidan to play. He can join Tracey and Kisame, and then Itachi can be on Caitlin and Deidara's team, assuming he'll want to play. I don't really care."

"I'm not going to be on a team with the Uchiha!" Deidara declared, crossing his arms and frowning stubbornly at Shylah.

Caitlin raised an eyebrow at him while Shylah rolled her eyes. "Of course you're not. Whatever, do what you want; I don't actually care. I gave you my advice, you can figure things out on your own if you're not going to listen to me." With that, Shylah got up and walked out of the training grounds without a second look.

"If it bothers you that much, Deidara, then you can have Kisame on your team and we'll have Itachi," Tracey reassured him. She gave Itachi a pleading look. "Could you play a game of soccer with us if Hidan agrees to play?"

Itachi nodded in agreement. "Assuming you can convince Hidan, I will play to even out the teams."

Tracey smiled at him. "Thanks! Hey, Caitlin, do you wanna teach them how to play while I go get Hidan?"

"Sure."

Tisha's P.O.V.

"You're fucking checking me out, aren't you?"

I carefully schooled my features into a glare to keep from laughing. He sounds so pleased to think that I'm checking him out. "Of course I'm not, you dip-shit."

"What kind of insult is 'dip-shit'?"

"A good one. The kind of insult someone who doesn't check you out would use."

Hidan lifted his head from the couch he was laying on to smirk at me. "Yeah, right. You want this."

I grabbed the book off of the nearby coffee table and chucked it at him, smirking in satisfaction when I was rewarded with a thud and a stream of curses. "No way." My smirk widened into a teasing grin. "Kakuzu's sexier than you."

"That old miser ain't got shit on me, and you know it!" Hidan yelled, throwing the book back at me. I let it bounce off my stomach and onto the floor, too lazy to do anything to stop it. "Why'd you fucking let it hit you?"

"My sexy, rock-hard abs cushioned the blow."

"You don't have fucking abs."

"Yes, I do! I'd show you, but you can't handle that level of sex appeal. You'd go crazy and try to rape me." I rolled onto my stomach and picked up the book before tossing it back onto the coffee table, only to swear halfheartedly when it slid off the other end. "Whatever, it's not my problem."

I lurched off the couch when I felt a hand begin to lift the hem of my shirt. Turning around, I glared up at Hidan. "What the fuck was that for?"

"You don't have any damn abs, bitch!"

"Yeah, I do!"

"No fucking way!"

"Yes fucking way!"

Hidan grinned. "Then show me."

"Nuh-uh. You can't handle this shit." He reached down to my shirt again, so I kicked his shins. He jerked back, his hands now hovering further away. "No means no! Don't make me yell rape."

"C'mon, I just wanna fucking see your stomach - it's not like I'm trying to rip all your clothes off and stare at your tits. …Actually, that's a good idea." Leering, he reached for me again. I folded my legs over my stomach and kicked out at his stomach, intending to flip him off of me. Instead, he grabbed both my ankles before bringing them down to the ground and pinning my legs with his.

"Get off me, bastard! You just wanted to get me in this position, didn't you?"

"Maybe I fucking did!" He replied before grabbing my wrists in his hand and using his free hand to jerk my shirt up - a little too high, if you get my drift. "Damn, you do have abs."

"I fucking told you! Now get off me!" I yelled, trying to pull my arms out of his grip.

"Nice tits, bitch." I yanked my right hand out of his and punched his windpipe. He jerked back, and I pulled my left leg free before kicking him off me and rolling into a fighting stance. "Ow, what the fuck?!"

I waited for him to stop gagging before replying. "Told you ya wouldn't be able to handle it. I have the body of a fucking sex goddess."

"Your tits aren't that damn good," Hidan snapped irritably.

Turning around, I slowly began to walk away. "Really? Then I guess you don't want to see them again."

"What kind of man would I be if I turned down the chance to see tits?"

I rolled my eyes and turned back around. "Keep it in your pants, Albino Bastard. I'm not interested in what you have to offer." I glanced meaningfully down. "Or don't."

Hidan's face reddened in anger and he opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by Trace entering the room. "Hey, Hidan, wanna play a game?"

He shut his mouth and eyed Tracey's innocent expression warily. "What kind of game?"

"Fut- er… Soccer. I can show you how to play when we get to the training area."

"Count me in," I exclaimed, running over to her. "Who's on all the teams?"

"Me, Itachi, hopefully Hidan, and Emi if she agrees to balance out you. Your team will be Caitlin, Deidara, Kisame, and now you!" Tracey informed me cheerily. We both turned our gazes to Hidan, Tracey pleading and me just smirking challengingly at him.

"Fine, let's get this shit started!"

Caitlin's P.O.V. (About one hour earlier)

I rolled my eyes. "No, we are not blowing up Tobi's room. That goes against the rules, and doesn't even count as a proper prank, anyway." We were about two weeks into the prank war, and no one had really done anything. What was worse - Deidara kept coming up with ideas that revolved either solely around blowing things up, or pranking Tobi (which still tended to involved explosives). He was enthusiastic, which was good, but at the same time I had to constantly point out that his ideas weren't the best. It's hard having to be the mature one in the group…

Deidara seemed to notice my exasperation and calmed down a little. "Okay, well what did you have in mind, un?"

I smirked and held up my bag of pranking goodies. "I just so happen to have some lovely pranking supplies in here. For example, these hard candies are perfect for what I have in mind." My smirk widened to an evil grin, and I reached into the bag, producing a number of fruit-flavored hard candies. "This one looks almost like a Jolly Rancher. Who knew you guys had these things here?"

"What's a 'Jolly Rancher'?" Deidara asked, eyeing the candy with mild disinterest.

"It's this," I replied, holding up an almost exact copy of said fruity sugar-filled goodness. "Or at least it's like it. Shall we?" I stood up and held my dear candy in my hand. Deidara followed after me as I exited the training grounds, heading towards Tobi's room since it was the closest. I avoided Deidara's insistent questioning, preferring instead to lead by example.

When we arrived in Tobi's room, I walked over to the shower and unhooked the shower head before unwrapping some candy and sticking it in. I cast a devious smirk back at Deidara as I returned the shower head back to normal. "When he takes a shower, he'll get a bunch of sticky goop all over him. Unless he figures it out, these things will last several uses."

This time Deidara led the way to the rooms occupied by Mischa, Tish, and Tracey. We split the rooms, with Deidara getting Tish's and Tracey's and me getting Mischa's, since I'd already done Tobi's and Deidara was hands-down the faster of the two of us. We sneaked our way back to the training grounds, where no one seemed to hang out in their free time except for us.

"Now for some art to celebrate not only our first prank, but the first prank since the start of the war, yeah!" Deidara exclaimed, grinning like a maniac and reaching into the pouch that I knew from experience held his explosive clay. In a few seconds, explosions would fill the training grounds, set in the perfect locations to avoid brining down the ceiling.

"Hey, Neko," Deidara began, startling me out of my innermost musings (mostly just about how I would be deaf by the time I turned forty if he kept up the daily explosions). "What's your favorite animal, hm?"

"Why does the big bad ninja criminal want to know what my favorite animal is?" I teased, grinning. My grin died when Deidara fixed me with a serious - almost intense - stare. "Okay, okay. I guess I like… swans. It's kind of cheesy, but I like how graceful they are. I used to want to dance, and I identified dancing with the way swans land and take flight." I shrugged and looked down. "I guess it's just kind of nostalgic to me."

"I took you for more of a cat lady."

I jerked my head up to glare at him. "Just because my nickname's Cat doesn't mean I like them. I mean, I do like cats, but they're not my favorite. They're just not as nice to look at as swans."

Deidara grinned as I held my glare. "Okay, okay. Just give me a second… There, yeah!" He whipped his hands out of his pouches and held them out, one perfect swan in each hand. The swans increased in size until they reached approximately two feet in height, then took off, flying gracefully around the training grounds. I smiled as I watched them, and Deidara tracked their movements with anticipation. After a few more seconds, he raised his hand. "Katsu!"

I held in a startled gasp when the swans exploded, half-expecting white feathers and red blood to rain down from the sky. I knew he was going to blow them up, but I'd forgotten for a few seconds in favor of imagining them to be real swans. "I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing your art blown to smithereens."

"The clay is only a small part of my art, un. The real art is the explosion."

"What do you mean?"

Deidara turned to me, the light of excitement still in his eyes. "I mean that the real beauty of my art is that it only lasts for one fleeting second. It's there one second, and then it's gone the next in one glorious explosion of sulfur, clay, and fire, hm."

"Why make art that doesn't last?" I inquired, interested in spite of myself.

Deidara reached into his pouches once again and began molding clay. "It's only for a second, which makes you appreciate the memory all the more. If my clay creations are always there you never miss them, and you start to take them for granted, un." He paused to release two more clay swans to the training grounds. "If they only last for a second, you realize how special what you had was, and treasure the memory all the more. Katsu, hm!" The swans exploded once again.

I thought about what he was saying, and my mind wandered to my parents. I missed them dearly, but at the same time, missing them made me all the more appreciative of the memories we did share; it also made me appreciate my grandparents and little brothers that much more. Had my parents lived, would I be like one of my classmates or friends, complaining about how stupid the adults in my life were, whether they were good to me or not? I would never know, but there was always that chance that I'd have turned out exactly like that.

Having made up my mind, I turned fully to Deidara. "I understand what you're getting at."

He gave me what I'd figured out by now was his signature cocky smirk. "You do?"

"Yeah. And I think… I agree with you. You never truly appreciate what you have until it's gone." I also think that, maybe, even though you're a pyromaniac criminal with a short temper and unusual art medium, you'd be a good friend. "Hey, Deidara? Do you think we could be friends?"

Deidara's smirk changed to a confused frown. "You mean we're not friends already, hm?"

"We hang out a lot, but… I guess we are friends. Sweet. C'mon, show me more of your 'art', you crazy pyromaniac."

Once again, his smirk returned. "I'm not crazy, I'm an artist, yeah!"

I rolled my eyes as he released a flock of all kinds of birds to the sky - er… training grounds. "So 'eccentric' is a better word?"

"Do you want me to take away your art-viewing privileges, hm?"

I scoffed. "As if you'd ever give up the chance to show off."

"Not to a pretty Neko like you," he quipped, grinning like a maniac. "Katsu!"

That ending was almost too cheesy/stereotypical. I hope I made Deidara's explanation for his 'fleeting art' accurate, or at least acceptable. It was kind of difficult because my views on art (and the reasons and psychology behind it) tend to coincide more with Sasori's. If any Deidara fangirls read this and don't think it's awesome enough, let me know and I'll do further research to try and make it better.

If you really want me to write about the soccer game, lemme know. I don't watch sports, so I'll have to take the time to actually watch a soccer game and learn all the rules and moves. It's no trouble to me - just a few hours watching a few matches and then planning out what they'll do.

Now that I've addressed that, let me tell you something else. I live in good old North Dakota, in the USA. School started on the twentieth (Wednesday), and I've been told ND is one of few states that starts school before Labor Day. If I ever miss a Saturday, it's because my Physics, Anatomy, Pre-Calc, and Spanish II teachers all assigned a lot of homework that week and I wasn't able to plan anything out. I also take Problems of Democracy, English 12, and Scriptures (a completely unnecessary class because I've been learning the same things since seventh grade). My classes don't rotate every semester, so my schedule is going to be a little full this year. Ironically, it's probably the heaviest homework-load I've ever had, the same year I start writing FanFics again. Funny how the world works, huh? ^.^'

I hope you enjoyed, and I haven't been keeping up with replying to reviews because my grandpa's in the hospital. So... yeah. Have a nice week!