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There weren’t any problems in getting inside, but its one hell of a big house! I’ve only looked on the bottom floor, and there are over thirty rooms down here. I need to find someone I can press for information.  Someone that won’t suspect me, I know! Torture is the answer. Now all I need to figure out how to get to our target, and convince him that I’m the right person for the job. So if I were the boss of this high secure place whit information that could kill me, where would I hide? The least likely place I would hide is my own bedroom, so I guess that’s where he will be. As I walked over to the stairs,

-------Sasori's POV-------- he had been outside for a while now and it had starting too get cold so I decided too lock for him, thou I have no idea why. I went searching for him and found him not too far from the hideout he were covered in bruises and scars (that's practically the same, but what ever). I sighted and picked him up and then carried him back too the hideout, when I got too our shared room I put him down on the bed and started too heel him. After I were done there where many of the wounds that didn't let heel so I also had too bandage him up. He had been unconscious for several hours I just sat at my desk working on some puppet

Several weeks later, the ship finally came into port. Most of the pirates were eager to escape the confines of their ship, and all but dove over the sides of the vessel to get on shore. A few crewmen stayed behind, of course; some were guarding the ship from attack, some as punishment, and a few because they intended to go in the morning when the streets weren't littered with drunken crewmen. Kisame and Deidara were among the latter. At the moment, Kisame was looking over Deidara's shoulder as the boy wrote. They hadn't been able to acquire an actual quill and ink pot, so they were making due with a soot and charcoal mixture stuck on the end

At first, the sound of metal on metal didn't register as unusual in my head. Beside the fact that I was currently trying to turn my opponents into mince meat, I knew we were in the middle of a fight. I just assumed Itachi was fighting hand to hand, and shoved it aside. Until two seconds later, when I remembered that Itachi never resorted to direct fighting. By then, the guys I was fighting were down, bleeding out on the ground. My eyes took in the scene around me, finally noticing a small pile of knives on the ground by me. How did they get there... I only vaguely heard the sounds of Itachi torturing the last opponent. My mind had realized

Konan didn’t even know think about where she was going to go after she bolted from the house; she just went. The blue-haired teen was pissed beyond belief at her mother. The girl had come home, grabbed a snack from the kitchen, and walked upstairs to her room. There, she’d found her mom going through the drawers on her dresser. Again. A screaming match had ensued, which would no doubt lead to a complaint from their neighbors, but Konan didn’t care. All she wanted was to get away from her mother, then and there. And so, on a cold November evening, she’d run out of her house and taken off down the street without so much a