Hidan had exhausted himself physically and emotionally. He collapsed unconscious, crying into my arms. I wish I knew what had upset him so much. Was it because I congratulated him for regaining muscle memory… or was it because I complimented his fair looks…? Was his pride so shattered the slightest form of positive encouragement pained him? The way that Hidan looks at me sometimes, I'm not sure if he is scared of me, thankful, or maybe in love with me….. or perhaps it's a combination of the three. I stared at his face as he slept. I was slightly pleased with myself. I had cleaned eleven years of blood and grime off of his toned skin. The hot water had really got the blood circulating in his body nicely. He no longer looked like a corpse. He was still a little pale, but he looked more like a living person then a dead body. All the dried blood and dirt was cleaned off, and his hair was cut back to nearly the same length as I remember it. He looked the same as he did eleven years ago. Not one part of him has aged. He had no visible wrinkles or any sign of aging. He would have been… at least thirty-three by now. He still looks as young as he was when he entered the Akatsuki lair.

Immortality is a curious thing. I brushed a sliver stand away from his closed eyes. Hidan's eyelid twitched slightly, but he continued to sleep.

The only thing that was different about him was the visible stitches coursing throughout his body. With the thick layers of blood and dirt completely scrubbed off, I realized that he was covered in large round bruises. Some were darker than others, with various shades of black, blue, yellow and even red. I must have not realized before due to how pale he was. The one on his forehead was the biggest one, colored a horrible shade of black.

Looking at Hidan's injuries…. In that instant, it all became too real for me. I heard thousands of explosions go off, like multitude of cannonfire. Scattered debris rained down from the sky. Boulders cascaded down, meeting with the sickening sound of crunched flesh. The disgusting smell of decay, and dying…Lying in a pool of your own blood. What horrible pain he must have experienced, such unnecessary pain. No one should have the right to do that to another.

I continued to gently stroke his hair. Hidan rolled his head towards my actions as he slept. He appeared relaxed, but I knew better. His eyes looked weary and ragged. I could see all the pain that hid beneath those eyes. Behind his eyes lay a sad, scared and broken man.

Why did Akatsuki leave him there? Why had we abandoned him? Why did Pein or anyone else care? Why didn't I care? Why did the Akatsuki, me, everyone else assume him for dead…Why did it take me so long to remember he existed? What if Hidan and Kakuzu hadn't been defeated, what if we did go to find their bodies.. what if we actually looked into the cause of Sasori's death? What if we had been a little more careful and didn't underestimate Konoha… and the other members might of lived as well.. Then I and Hidan wouldn't be the only ones left of Akatsuki…

Questions and "what if's" pelted the back of my mind in an endless flurry. All these burning questions seared deep into my skull. I couldn't stop these thoughts of guilt and doubt whenever I stared at his troubled eyes. I felt as if I was solely responsible for his condition.

Hidan then hitched his breath sharply at my actions. I gasped, and pulled my hand away from his silver locks. Then I realized my fingertips had lightly grazed his right eyelid. The bump was still there. His face contorted intense pain but began to slowly relax once the pain subsided.

I decided I better let him sleep this time. I tortured him enough when he was getting his hair cut. I only forced him to stay awake, for fear I might have cut his head off accidently with the scissors. As I lifted Hidan gently onto the couch, and began to drain the tub, I found myself thinking that I'd have to go shopping later to get Hidan some much needed clothes.

I slowly lifted him off me, out of the tub, and began to drain it. As it was draining, I got up, and began to clean up Hidan's wet silver hair all over the edge of the tub. I was a little grateful he fell asleep. Otherwise, Hidan would be whimpering because I wasn't with him. He seems to be really afraid of being alone, even if I don't talk to him much. He just seems to want me around. I can understand why. The poor boy was alone for so long. I disposed of his hair in the trash can, and then came back to Hidan. Rubbing him dry with a towel. I avoided looking at his lower regions. I really had no desire too. Hidan has really suffered enough trauma, and I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable. Even if he was asleep it felt wrong to me. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like to betray Hidan's trust.

Hidan snorted and jolted in his sleep when I grazed his ribs with the towel. I suppressed a giggle. Hidan being ticklish. I found it rather cute. I never imagined he'd be the type to be ticklish. Then again… I realized, I really knew nothing about Hidan in the first place. I dried his hair the best I could.

I then hesitated. I could wrap him in a towel or a cloak but…. I imagine Hidan would want some clothes. Trapped for that long or not. I tried to think. There wasn't really anything I wore that would fit him….or that he would want to wear anyway…. I tried to think… Then I remembered…. I'm pretty sure, even though years have passed, I still had some of Pein's old clothes locked away in the closet. The Deva Path is… I mean…. Was….. a little shorter than Hidan, but not by much. I'm sure he would fit into Pein's old pants quite nicely. I went to the closet to fetch them. I opened the door. I ignored all of my other clothes and reached to the very back where Pein's old Akatsuki cloak was. I left it untouched and grabbed a pair of his clean pants.

I headed back to Hidan, just as I left him. My eyes shifted and then wondered about getting him some underwear too, but I didn't have any men's underwear. We'd have to go shopping later.

I stared at him taking in his body. It was saddening to see such a confident and proud man a shell of pain and bruises. I slipped him into his pants, as fatigue began to set into my body. This was really the last there was of the Akatsuki. A silly girl who could not prevent the death of her closest friend, and a fractured immortal who is psychologically damaged beyond repair. Every death that followed Nagato's, I could have prevented, No before that. I could have stopped it at its source. If I knew this fate would become of Akatsuki, I would have never let Madara influence Nagato the way he did. After Nagato died, I should have stayed in the Akatsuki.

Once Nagato died, I lost my will to be in the organization. I knew that Madara was waiting for an opportunity like this. He took over the Akatsuki as soon as I left. It didn't need to be this way. I could have stayed, and eliminated Madara and keep the last remaining members safe. At that point, it would just be me and Kisame. It was still worth a try. Everyone in the organization. They all trusted me and respected me. Sasori, Deidara, Itachi, Kisame, Kakuzu... and last of all Hidan. Oh Hidan. This was all my fault. If only I took initiative to eliminate Madara sooner. There is no doubt that all of the Akatsuki would be alive. Why didn't I? What was holding me? It was a very simple answer. I knew I would die if I fought Madara. That was a guarantee. I could have saved all of them. Instead, I chose to be a cowardly little girl. Hiding behind the only friend she had left from the old days. If only Yahiko could see me right now. Digging up the last remaining Akatsuki member only to satisfy my guilt. It doesn't make up for anything.

I rubbed one of my eyes. I wiped away the wetness my eyes left on his chest. "…Hidan, I'm sorry." I whispered softly. I was saying it more to all of the Akatsuki then to him. Hidan is the last remaining member alive. I must take special care to protect him in his weakened and damaged state.

My head shot up. I immediately detected four strong chakuras advancing towards Amegakure with amazing speed. One of the chakura signatures was immediately recognizable. It was the aura that surrounded Narra Clan Forrest when I entered. "Konoha…" I murmured silently. I expected that Konoha ninja would appear sooner than later, but I never could have predicted that they'd arrive a day after I dug them up.

My eyes narrowed. I had to remain calm. The Leaf and the Rain were still under a peace treaty alliance, there is no way that they would risk attacking and breaking that bond after years of wars and fighting. However, I knew exactly what they came here for, and there was no way I was going to let them burry Hidan alive again. I stared at the slumbering immortal beside me. His expression was pained, and his body was still cold. I stood up and covered him gently with three layers of blankets. Hidan gave a small whine in his sleep. I caressed his hair. "Don't worry." I said gently. "You won't need to hide. You are safe here. This is your home now."

It was my way to assure myself. Hidan and I are the last remaining legacy of Yahiko's Akatsuki. I will not let any of this be in vain. I will not hide behind Nagato or in the shadows anymore. Everyone needs to know and remember, who the Akatsuki were, and what Konoha did. I considered spreading my papers for further surveillance, but there was no need to waste my chakura. I know they will find me. If Konoha bares its fangs first, it will be the many instances of history repeating itself. I won't set traps, and I will not break the alliance that Nagato believed in. If violence breaks out, it'll be on Konoha's hands.

It was a matter of minutes before I detected chakura signatures outside the entrance. Without so much as knocking, they busted down the door. How dare they! Three of them searched the building while the last one moved slowly behind them, lighting a cigarette. He was the one who possessed the Nara chakura. I sat at the edge of the couch. Remaining calm. These miscreants invaded my home! Akatsuki's home. Fingernails dug into my leg. I must remain calm and not let my anger get the better of me.

From their movements, it seemed like they did not have a sensory ninja with them. I sat quietly and waited. It was only a few seconds before they surrounded my door. I waited longer. No one seemed ready to knock, they appeared ready for an ambush. I sat, cross-legged, my hands in my lap. It seems they were waiting too.

Of course, they were waiting, the cowards. Konoha didn't want to break their alliance only after they have invaded my home. The hypocrisy of the leaf has carried to its newer generation. Such horrible selfish shinobi. They were waiting for me to attack. They wanted to prove the former Akatsuki member was up to no good. To justify an attack on a current ally. A simple move of my head and I know they'll crash inside.

I won't give them that satisfaction. I remained still, calm, motionless. The longer time passed, the more anxious they felt. They knew I was aware of their presence but refused to do anything. I'm sure this will make their heads spin.

I did not want to wait longer for this game of theirs. "The door is unlocked. From your rude entrance, I assume you know how doors work." I stated bitterly.

There was a pause.

The Nara clan member motioned for the shinobi to stand down. They arranged in a line formation behind him. They were on guard. I glared at the door, waiting to see what they'll do. The Narra member took a drag from his cigarette and knocked on my door.

Knocked?! After bursting down the door, and breaking my things? After all that he knocks? I felt my rage building inside me. I calmly stood up, and opened the door. Glaring face to face with the tired angry eyes of a bearded man. I knew immediately who this man was. He would sit to the Hokage's side in many world meetings. Few often I have attended in the past, but since I was a former Akatsuki member, they required me to attend almost every single one since Nagato's death. Despite Naruto Uzumakis words that Nagato believed in so dearly, the Leaf likes to hold a gasp over those they feel threatened by.

"…Shikamaru Nara. Adviser to the Seventh Hokage." My words sounded more bitter then I intended them to be.

"To what do I owe this home intrusion?" I questioned coldly.

The boy took a drag from his cigarette. I wrinkled my nose. "Refrain from doing that indoors."

The Nara boy looked coldly to me. "Apologies ma'am." His voice carried a raspy and lazy dull quality. I do not believe I ever heard him speak before. He was examining me from head to toe. "But it keeps my head clear and helps me think."

"Refrain from doing that indoors." I repeated.

"Why are you wearing that?" The boy burned eyes into my Akatsuki cloak. "It's rather suspicious for an ex-terrorist to be wearing her old uniform." I glared harshly.

"The uniform is not old. I understand that the Akatsuki has hurt people in the past. I do not apologize for any of it. Yahiko is the one who founded the Akatsuki. The red clouds on the robes represent the wars that rained blood upon Amegakure. I will not have you tarnish his memory. I will wear what I like."

"You are aware your little organization your friend founded caused the last great war?"

"Anything the Akatsuki have done under Madara does not represent our organization. The Leaf might have animosity towards me, and the Akatsuki, but these robes provide a symbol of hope for Amegakure, and a proud part of our country's history."

"It's interesting you say that. I've never seen you wear them at the summit meetings."

"You know as well as I do that would be a bad idea."

"I just find it suspicious you're wearing them now, when another Akatsuki member supposedly went missing at the same day."

"All former Akatsuki members are dead." I replied coldly. Get to the point.

Shikamaru moved his way inside the room, ignoring me. "You have something that belongs to me." I glared harshly at the young man.

"Konoha needs a warrant from the Hokage to authorize searches of civilian buildings in foreign nations. Pray that you have one."

Shikamaru's eyes narrowed towards the sleeping exhausted albino man lying on my couch. I slowly walked towards Hidan, and sat down on the couch with him. The Nara Clan boy's eyes didn't wander. His eyes seemed to burn into the back of Hidan's skull. Hoping as if his look could kill the immortal a second time. The Advisor's eyes shifted to me, examining me with contempt.

"This was a very stupid move of you." Shikamaru said plainly, rage evident on his face. This boy truly hated Hidan for killing his mentor. "I expected more of an effort to hide the bod…" his voice trailed, noticing the very subtle rising and falling of the pale zealot's chest.

"He's still alive!?" He looked enraged. His bodyguards gathered behind him, advancing around me.

"Leave now." I told them harshly.

"You violated the Leaf and Amegakure peace treaty! You took property from sacred lands!"

"Hidan is not a property. Leave. I have not seen a warrant. You do not have the right to take anything from me."

Shinobi closed in around me. "Hidan is our property, you dug him up from my land and brought him here. You violated the treaty, you are revising the Akatsuki. We don't need a warrant. We will stop this at the source!"

"Does the Hokage Naruto Uzumaki even know you are here!" I raised my voice. Surely that naïve boy wouldn't let this happen. Naruto Uzumaki. You talked so highly of peace. Yet here is your adviser, treating me like a criminal. It's obvious he is the one controlling the peace. It's as Nagato said, Peace is only achievable when it's in the hands of one person. This Shikamaru boy was handling everything from the shadows, it's clear to me, Naruto was nothing more than a figurehead. Nagato didn't die for this. Yahiko didn't die for this! All of the Akatsuki, old and new, did NOT die for this.

Four of the shinobi surrounded Hidan and attempted to take him. My eyes turned wide, and I blasted them away with a paper barrier, enveloping me and Hidan in a cocoon. A cascade of papers swirled around us. Enveloping us in a deadly shell of paper. I clutched to the fractured immortal, holding him close to me as I could, as the cocoon isolated the angry shouts of Shinobi around us. All that can be heard was the spinning of the millions of papers outside. Deadly to anyone who gets close.

Konoha will not take the last of the Akatsuki. Never again. He has suffered enough. We have suffered enough!

"GIVE ME HIM! HE DESERVES TO ROT IN HIS GRAVE!" The Nara's voice shrieked over the massive amounts of whirring papers.

"LEAVE US ALONE!" I raged. "HE DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU!"

To my surprise, my paper cocoon broke open. Long black threads stitched and seemed it's way into the cracks and forced my fortress open like a candy ball. Shadows?

I prepared myself to kill this child if I have to. Then a blood curdling scream sounded right in my ear. Everyone froze.

I turned my head like a shot and Hidan was screaming, his eyes wide, in a panic, breathing heavy and going into shock. I held him. "Hidan, Hidan, Hidan." I kept repeating his name and caressing his hair, attempting to calm him. I felt millions of eyes on me. Angry, scared, and tense chakura filled the room, the atmosphere was suffocating. I kept my focus on Hidan, but kept myself insanely aware of the positions of the men in the room.

"Hidan, shh, shh, you're okay…" I whispered softly. "I'm sorry I woke you." As if talking to an infant. "Please, please, I need you to be calm." I hoped desperately that if this Nara boy needed a reason for me to keep Hidan. This was my opportunity. Perhaps if this boy sees the effect he had on Hidan, he will leave us alone. I pleaded that Hidan, remain calm, but in his damaged state, I have no idea how he'll react to the man who imprisoned him.

"Please calm down…" I cooed to the screaming child.

I couldn't see anything… my vision was clouded red… maggots, worms and other insects crawled around my ears and eyes, eating away at my decomposing flesh… The smell of rotting flesh assaulted my senses in the darkness…I realized it was my smell… disgusting…surrounded by the raw stench of my own filth, lying in a thick pool of my own blood. Dirt filled my lungs, nose, ears and mouth. My eyes trailed crimson streaks to my ice blue lips as the maggots ate out my glazed over-eyes. I could barely register the pain. I was nothing… Always nothing, and becoming nothing once again. Feast away you fuckin' maggots. Sorry your last meal has to be a miserable piece of shit… I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker … let me fade away into nothingness…. Let me die…

…

"That so-called-god ….-sama isn't your good anymore, I am. The only one passing on judgment is me."

A flash of white, searing pain, my body was ripped apart and shattered. I fucking screamed as the pain engulfed me, rocks came pelting on my detached organs from every angle. I screamed and cursed and fucking cringed as the explosion ranged on. It was endless. The pain never stopped. The echo upon echo of explosions reeled in my mind and the pain felt too intense.

…..

My bloodshot eyes snapped open and I heard a hoarse, desperate and terrified scream. My breathing became heavy and ragged and I realized it was my scream…. My…..

I could hear voices but they all sounded so far away over the noise that left my throat. Cold sweat drained my body.

A trembling hand reached up stroked my Adam's apple.. I could feel a thick row of stitches across my neck… I traced them gingerly…then lowered my hand and sighed deeply. My voice didn't even sound like my own.

I blinked tiredly…. I realized my Angel was staring above me, holding my face. My vision was coming into focus. My angel. I found my body still trembling. Echoes of what happened to me lingering into my mind. The explosion, the years buried, the darkness, the feeling of decomposing and fading away into nothingness.

"Calm down, you're safe now…" she cooed gently. I leaned my body to hers, feeling her warmth and comfort.

"Take him."

My eyes shot open wide. A chill ran through my body.

"Hidan…?" a soft voice sounded so far away.

I… knew that voice. That voice… that voice. someone was in the way, who is she, push her, push her. Have to see. Need to see. In view. That face. Cold eyes. Ponytail. Cigarette. Bombs. Explosions. Screaming. Crying. Hot rage. White fear. Devil in its human form.

"That so called God Jashin-sama isn't your god anymore. I am. And the only one passing down judgement is me."

Millions of explosions pelted my mind in an encore wave of flurry. Staring at this man as if he owned the world in his hands. Millions of emotions flooding back. Feelings. Rage. I couldn't think, I couldn't feel. All I knew the next minute were frightened screams of panic and I felt sharp pain all over my body. The feeling of shadow strangling jutsu.

I screamed and cried and cursed and thrashed. I needed to hurt him. I had to destroy him. I want him gone. I want him gone. Die die die die die. Tears ran down my face and rage filled hoarse screams sounded through my throat I tried to bite him. I made hard contact with flesh. It bled.

The taste of blood. Ritual. Ritual. I remember. I think I know. I moved, almost free. I felt hands on both sides of my face. I snarled at the person in front of me. Amber Eyes. Wet Amber eyes. Crying. Angel. Holding my face. Blood… Red. Her ear. A large chunk of her ear bitten off.. Who did that… who hurt my angel?... It was that man! That devil man! I was shaking. Where was he? Where was he.. My eyes searched frantically…. He was gone… What happened… Did I imagine this? What..?

Angel was crying… No… No… No.. Angel no, don't cry… I wiped her tears with my hands… I was free… when did that happen….

She hugged me tightly. I leaned to her shoulder. All of a sudden, my eyes felt heavy. As fast as I had the burst of energy, all the energy drained from my body once that pineapple head was no longer around. I closed my eyes, and passed out.

The instant that Nara boy opened his mouth. I knew it was bad news. Hidan's eyes became wide. Like after eleven years of sleeping he was finally awake. He pushed me away, possessing more strength then I ever saw him before since I dug him up.

"Hidan?" I called to him, but he didn't seem to hear me. He was focused only on one thing.

His eyes met with Shikamaru, and his whole body trembled. Every conceivable emotion was running through his eyes. Anger, fear, horror, rage, it was a typhoon of pure hatred and trauma. I never felt bloodlust so strongly in his chakura before.

With nothing but adrenaline and hatred in his veins, he screamed and lunged at the boy like a rapid dog.

"Hidan!" I transformed into paper, hoping to restrain him but I was a second too late. The Nara boy held him in a shadow strangle jutsu. Pure hatred in his eyes.

"We will be taking him back to Konoha, and charging you for treason!"

I materialized in front of Shikamaru. "You will not!"

Hidan was thrashing madly, unworldly screams escaping his throat. Clawing, biting, screaming. He was a caged animal. Shikamaru's eyes widened as shadows from his jutsu were snapping off Hidan's body. Hidan was breaking the jutsu with pure strength.

"LEAVE. LEAVE NOW." I stated, holding the thrashing rabid albino back with my hands as well as my papers.

"Hidan, calm down." I caressed his hair in attempt to calm him. Hidan screamed and raged at me. As if he didn't see me. The only thing that mattered was his vengeance.

"I am not leaving without him."

"Foolish child. Do you not see what you have done here? Leave or you will surely die."

"Surround her." He commanded his men.

I have had it. Paper flew at every inch of the room, surrounding the Konoha shinobi. I will make them leave by for-AUGH..

I felt a sharp pain. Hidan's teeth bit down hard on the side of my face. He held on tightly. He so desperately wished to cause the one who imprisoned him pain. The pain sobered me. I knew what I had to do. I swiftly surrounded everyone in the room within their own paper cocoon. Covering their airways, and constricting their movements, sealing their jutsu. Shikamaru didn't have time to react, for if he tried to block my papers, he would have had to release Hidan. Something I'm sure the vengeful shinobi did not want to do.

I constricted their airways, and the muffled screaming and thrashing soon transformed into a dull and slow breathing. The room fell still.

Hidan's fangs clung onto me like a Piranha refusing to let go. I winced as pulled him away from my ear, feeling the flesh rip off in his mouth. Tears streamed down my eyes in pain.

"Hidan…" I said softly." Staring into his eyes. He was shaking, snarling. He looked more attune to an animal then man. No recognition showed in his eyes. Fueled only by adrenaline, rage and fear. I held both sides of his face. "Hidan, Hidan. Please, let go. Calm down. This poor child. I do not condone Hidan's actions for wanting revenge. He has suffered for so long. However, this is not the time or the place. Hidan will get his revenge.

I felt my eyes a bit wet. I could not stand to see a member of Akatsuki suffer for so long. Hidan blinked and stopped snarling at me.

"Ah.." a flash of recognition showed in his eyes… he wiped my tears with his thumb curiously. I gave a soft laugh and held his hand. He willed himself to walk and be active just to try to slit his Gravekeepers throat. He stared at me as if he did not know what occurred. He stared at my ear. He did not know why his mouth tasted of blood or why my ear was bleeding. In his muddled mind, the two events are not connected. His eyes searched the room for the Nara boy. He was shaking. "Hidan, it's okay. He's gone." I whispered softly.

A small lie. But a lie he needed. The Hokage's adviser was safely wrapped in my cocoon. Hidan can't sense his chakura signature. He won't be casting jutsu anytime soon either.

Hidan's body shook once more, and his weight collapsed onto me. All adrenaline leaving his body and leaving him with nothing. I gently moved him back to his sofabed.

I held my ear. A huge chunk was missing. I could repair it. I swirled healing papers over my ear and held them there. I bitterly eyed the shaking cocoons on the floor. They were losing air. My nose wrinkled in distain. I should just let them suffocate. Suffocate like Hidan has for eleven years.

Shikamaru was Hidan's kill. I will not deny him his justice. I opened a flap of paper near their mouths so they could breathe.

Shikamaru took a huge gasp of air. The boy must have realized at this moment he was outclassed.

"Listen and Listen well, Shikamaru Nara of the Leaf." I spoke firmly. "This man is very unlike the Hidan you knew. You induced years of trauma and psychological damage to a former member of the Akatsuki. As my former teammate I came back to rescue him. I do not have plans to revise the Akatsuki at least in the way you think. Hidan was an Akatsuki member long before he became 'Konoha's Property.' Legally, I have every right to have him here. He will not cause trouble for the Leaf. He will serve under Amegakure's protection as an official shinobi of our country."

Shikamaru opened his mouth to speak.

"Speak your words carefully child. They may be your last."

The boy wisely shut up.

"…" I paused. "You will tell Naruto Uzumaki what happened here. As the kage of Amegakure, I refuse to speak to you again until you come back here with the Hokage."

With those words, I flew out the window at high speed, carrying Shikamaru and his men with me. I hurled their bodies into the direction of Konoha, flinging them like a slingshot. Their paper caccons broke open seconds before they hit the ground as they got further away from my chakura. I watched Shikamaru and his men land on their feet in the branches of the trees. They traversed in the direction of Konoha. I hope that fall seriously injured them.

I glared at the horizon. That Shikamaru Nara. What a truly detestable man. He reminded me of Hanzo. Cowardly and doing everything possible to keep himself in an assured position of power. Nagato had faith in Naruto Uzumaki. So, I will give that boy one final chance. If Naruto remains ignorant of the actions of his adviser, I will personally have to take matters into my own hands.

I held my head. All this stress was producing a migraine. I slowly flew my way inside, and sat on the couch where Hidan stayed. I stared at the damaged man, and closed my eyes.

There was so much I had to do. I had to clean the mess those ingrates made, cook a hearty meal for Hidan, buy clothes, think of what to do if Shikamaru comes back with the intent to kill….Hidan trembled in his sleep. I caressed his hair gingerly. But I did not want to trouble my mind with such burdens.

For now, all that matters, is that I defended our home. The Akatsuki will rise again, however broken and miserable we might be. The red cloud will never die, as long as there is hope.