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Warning: PLZDON'THATEME

Beta: Lavendor Queen

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"Ah, and here we are again," I declared, taking a gentle sip from my hot chocolate and staring at the background appreciatively.

Tobi gave a small hum of acknowledgement, before he frowned and disappeared in a small puff of smoke. I stared at the blank space.

"Oh, so... I'm the only one telling the recap? Well, that's no fun."

I shrugged. "Alright, well, nothing of huge major importance occurred. Naruto went off to find Tsunade and succeeded, he made the same bet with her and won—learning the Rasengan in the process. Tsunade returned to Konoha, but because she didn't have to directly confront her phobia like she did in canon, she had to attend a couple months' worth of therapy. I know because the therapy sessions were actually in the T&I department, because she was getting them through Inoichi. She's actually become fairly close with Anko and myself. The three of us, make-up the rowdiest of kunoichis (even though I'm not actually a kunoichi) in Konoha. We have a nickname, like... the sinful trio, I think. I don't know. They don't ever really call us that to our faces, because Tsunade would kick their asses and Anko would emotionally scar them. As planned, though, Tsunade is our current Hokage, Hiruzen stepped down a couple years ago and is on as an advisor. She complains a lot about it, but I know she secretly likes the position."

I grinned. "She did train Sakura for a while, mostly fine-tuning all the medical knowledge Sasori passed down to her. Speaking of Sasori, the two of them actually went off on a training leave, just like Naruto! She actually traveled with Deidara and Sasori for a handful of months, before returning to Konoha, staying a couple months, then leaving again. I know Deidara and Sasori are quite fond of her, and she is equally fond of them. Sakura's a mean kunoichi when it comes to taijutsu, but her speciality lies in poisons, senbon, chakra strings, tactical-thinking and minor genjutsus. Basically she's the type of person who slowly drains her enemies strength and ability without hardly lifting a finger, before bothering to finish them off. She's damn good as a medical-kunoichi, too, but she's not as proficient in the area as she was in canon, choosing instead to focus on her own battle-area."

"She's not the only one to leave on an unexpected training trip. Hinata left, too. She stayed in Amegakure with me and Konan! I can't tell you how surprised I was by that one, but she was all for it. Konan absolutely adores her, and makes no effort to hide the fact. To be honest, I was surprised the two knew about the other's true identity, but Konan explained to me she had figured out who Hinata was a while ago and by that time, she was already fond of Hinata that she didn't mind that she came from Konohagakure. She only stayed in Amegakure for roughly a year and a half before returning to Konoha to further improve on her Hyuuga training, but damn... she's kind of like a mini-Konan, except way nicer and way warmer."

"I know Sasuke wanted to train with Itachi, or well, with his PenPal, but Itachi wasn't quite ready to explain to him the truth about the massacre, so he managed to persuade Sasuke to wait a while longer. Naruto wanted to meet up with his PenPal, too, but I was able to convince him to wait a while longer too. Let's see... Oh! Deidara wanted his own PenPal, especially considering how much he discovered that Sasori and Sakura seem to get along, and I've set him up with Ino-chan. Ino-chan seems to adore her PenPal, and that's been going on for a year and a half."

I hummed, stretching out onto the lush couch. "Kakashi and I are still friends, he's one of my two best guy friends aside from Tobi. The other being Itachi. Oh! Jiraiya knows about the Akatsuki, the truth, and the two of us... well, three of us including Itachi... have fine-tuned my grand plan. Jiraiya's also devised a seal to use during the bijuu-sealing that won't kill off the jinchuuriki. It's pretty bad-ass.... What else am I forgetting?...

Tobi popped back into existence, but because I was sprawled out on the couch—and thus had taken over his original seat—he pretty much popped back onto my belly.

"Oof! Get off, you're heavy."

Tobi gave me an amused look. "No. I'm comfy. You're nice and squishy."

"Get the fuck off," I growled, smacking his arm. "Never call a girl squishy unless you're talking about her boobies."

Tobi held up his hands in defense, standing up while I readjusted to sit on the couch. Once I was settled, he sat down next to me, casually draping his arm around the back of the couch. "Well... the Akatsuki is progressing nicely."

"That's right," I said, nodding my head. "We're accepted on a friendly basis in all of the villages and Amegakure is considered our capital city. Because of that, Amegakure is actually growing into quite the village, it's twice the size it used to be, believe it or not."

Tobi nodded his head. "We're actually planning on capturing our first bijuu soon, within the week, in fact. Mia's already got everything set up."

I nodded my head. "Gaara will be our first target, and one of the only targets I can actually help with. You know how Sasori was able to have his own mind-puppets? He implanted a seal that pretty much brain-washed, people. Well, he was able to develop a similar seal... It's like this: in his original seals, whenever people served him, they would have gaps in their memories. However, they felt compelled to fill in those gaps with fake memories. It's like... it's like how whenever you see something strange, you try to rationalize it, or you conclude it's some supernatural force. It's kind of like that, only they also felt compelled to feel like the fake memories they've installed are real, and they don't question them. Sasori's made a seal that will be implanted on each jinchuuriki during their process of extraction. After all, we're still trying not to get caught, so we're also carefully choosing to kidnap our victims during times where their leave can be explained. For Gaara, we'll be kidnapping him while he is on his way to Konohagakure. Sasori's special seal will also allow us to implant at least some influence into making the memories, for Gaara, his memories will ultimately be traveling with me for a day, before the two of us decide to make a slight detour to pick some herbs for Sakura and Sasori. It'll take an extra day to find the herbs, thus making Gaara's trip to Konoha four days instead of the normal three days at walking speed."

"Basically, yes," Tobi agreed.

"Anyway, I also traveled around with Tobi," I said, beaming. "We mostly just visited all the lands and goofed off a lot, it was awesome, but I did return to Konohagakure for a couple months before leaving and traveling again... and then returning for another couple months... you get the picture. We also stayed a lot in Amegakure. I've learned a lot! For instance, my lying skills have gotten significantly better."

"No, they haven't," Tobi disagreed. "You're still a horrible liar to those you care about."

"Shut up," I pouted. "Nobody asked you."

Tobi shrugged, unbothered. "Is there anything else we need to talk about?"

"Let's see... talked about Sakura... Sasuke trained in Konoha under Kakashi... Naruto's training trip was canon, everyone in the Akatsuki is pretty much canon, too... except Sasori and Deidara who are fond of Sakura, Konan who is fond of Hinata, and Nagato is way more relaxed and has a weird sense of humor that's a little too much like Naruto's for my taste... and Tobi, of course... Itachi's pretty mellow, too, actually. Kisame, Kakuzu and Hidan are virtually the same.... Zetsu's same... Everyone else is pretty much canon, too. I think we got it all."

Well, no, not all of it, I thought, as Tobi nodded in agreement.

"If that's the case, then I'm gone," Tobi said, disappearing again.

"Ah... one more thing... I can't really explain how this came about," I said slowly, "but Anko, Jiraiya, Tsume, Tsunade, Konan and Kakashi all agree it's one thing. You see, for the past couple years, there's been some, er, tension between Tobi and me, and they seem to think it's just sexual tension. But I know it's not, because that implies that Tobi likes me at least as much as I like him, which is wrong because he's still pursuing his plan. So, I'm not entirely sure what it is... I mean, I hope it's ST, but you know... gotta stay realistic."

"Oh, and Kabuto's gone AWOL. Jiraiya and I have already tried finding him, but he's still missing. I've tried locating Madara's remains, too, but I haven't had much luck. I intend to bring Jiraiya and Itachi in on the entire truth soon enough," I finished.

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I stared at Gaara's unconscious body, sitting on Deidara's clay bird as the duo continued to carry the Kazekage away. There were two other guards that were supposed to escort us, but they were already under Sasori's control since long before, so they merely followed behind us docilely. The cave wasn't too far away now, and they would begin the extraction. Thanks to the safety-seal Jiraiya had designed, the extraction took twelve hours longer.

The seal was designed to allow a more gradual extraction. The main reason the jinchuurikis didn't survive the original extraction in canon was because their chakra systems heavily relied on the bijuu's, and without that support, they failed—thus killing their host. The seal also allowed a small portion of the bijuu's chakra to remain in the host, enough that the host could survive, but not enough that they could use the chakra. The chakra would gradually disappear and wane with time—years, actually—but the process would be slow enough to wean the hosts off of their bijuu's chakra without running into the danger of dying.

"I feel horrible kidnapping him," I said out loud, studying Gaara's relaxed face. He merely sipped on some tea, laced with Tsunade's special sedative. I knew it wasn't really going to harm him, and he wouldn't even know. The seal also gave the effect that the bijuu was there, but... well... since Gaara wasn't on friendly terms with the beast, it would merely seem to him that it was 'sleeping.'

"You'll get over it, un," Deidara retorted.

I shrugged, not too sure about that. "I suppose. Well..."

"Well, what?" Sasori inquired, drawing out his voice.

"So who's going to keep me company?" I asked. "We've already figured that at least one of you isn't required for the sealing to be on time, and Nagato-kun promised someone would hang out with me so I wouldn't throw myself off a cliff from sheer boredom."

"Itachi will, un," Deidara said.

I frowned. "... I thought he was with Kisame..."

"No, we split up, so I could keep you company," Itachi said as Sasori and Deidara dropped Gaara off at the center of the cave.

"Oh, cool," I said, watching the holograms flicker to life and the sealing begin. The two of us lapsed into silence while the process began. Once it was started and it went on for a while, I turned back to Itachi.

"So... it's just you and me," I drawled out slowly, wiggling my eyebrows at him expectantly.

"For the moment it would seem that way," Itachi agreed. "We should probably move away from the others, though, or else we'd distract them."

"Aww, come on. We're going to be fucking bored out of our minds here!" Hidan whined.

"You'll live," Kakuzu grunted.

"Tobi wishes Itachi-chan and Mia-chan have fun!" Tobi hollered, waving his hand fanatically.

"Be safe," Konan murmured.

"Don't get her killed, Uchiha, un," Deidara echoed.

Itachi and I finished bidding farewell to our friends—well, they were my friends, not sure if he considered anyone, save Kisame, maybe, his friend—before taking our leave.

"We have three and a half entire days to ourselves. What do you want to do first?" I asked.

Itachi looked contemplative for a moment before he offered me a small smile. "... There was a village I passed by, not too far from here, that had a quaint tea shop. I would like to try it out."

"Sounds like a plan," I declared. "Are we leisurely walking or are you going to be a perfect gentleman and carry me?"

Itachi gave me an amused look. "I'm in no rush, why not walk?"

"Damn. Fine."

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I wiggled my eyebrows at Itachi, and he stared at me. "Come on, please?"

"No, Leader-sama would be most displeased with us."

"Oh, please?"

"No."

"Fine! Then I won't share all my recent pictures of Sasuke-chan," I pouted.

Itachi glared at me. "... Alright. You win."

I squealed with delight, lurching from my spot on the booth to wrap my arms around Itachi. Due to the fact that he was sitting, and I was kneeling in his own booth, I ended up just squashing the poor boy against me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Mia-chan," Itachi said patiently, his voice muffled. "Please quit suffocating me with your breasts."

I pulled back, ruffling his hair affectionately. Itachi gave me an apathetic glower (how he managed to do that, I hadn't the faintest idea, but trust me, he did), his hands moving up quickly to fix his hair.

Itachi placed money on the table, signaling to our love-struck waitress that we were done. The two of us filed out of the shop before Itachi swooped me up in his arms and lurched up into the air.

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"I've got Tobi's boxers, I've got Tobi's boxers," I sung, skipping out of the nearest Akatsuki base and stringing them—along with Kakuzu's, Deidara's, Hidan's, Sasori's and Kisame's undergarments—among the tree branches surrounding the base.

Itachi merely observed my work. "This is incredibly childish."

"Yes, well, I'm feeling pretty childish and this is just part of my revenge from That Night."

"We didn't know you were such a light-weight," Itachi insisted. "And you were the one who agreed to Strip Poker in the first place."

"Because I thought you and Tobi had my back," I argued. "And I didn't expect Konan to have the best poker face out of any of you idiots! She was the only one to remain fully clothed at the end... well, her and Tobi."

"We did not know you were such a light-weight. We apologized for spiking the drink," Itachi repeated.

"And I told you all I would have vengeance," I retorted. "Tobi knew I was a light-weight, he should have at least told me..."

"He was a bit busy, recovering from Hidan's and Deidara's own anger at him for giving you his cloak when you ran out of clothes to take off during Strip Poker."

I nodded. "... That's true. He was a bit disoriented, wasn't he? And he knew that thrashing was coming the moment he gave me his cloak, but he gave it to me anyway... I suppose I can't be too angry with him... Although we both know he could have avoided the beat-down if he really wanted to."

"It wouldn't have fit with his current persona," Itachi dismissed.

I shrugged. "Well, I can't get revenge on you, because you're helping me, so I'll just have to use him as a scapegoat. Besides, this'll just make things even when he 'accidentally' set Kakashi's house on fire after it was just rebuilt from the invasion. THe poor guy has practically moved in with me now. Or at least, I think so. I don't know. I haven't been in Konoha for a while so his place might be rebuilt."

"You'll find out soon enough," Itachi demurred.

I beamed. "That's right. And I'll be seeing my baby boy after three years. Damn..."

Itachi smiled softly. "I am happy for you, Mia-chan."

I skipped over to my friend, throwing my arms around his neck and hugging him. "And soon, you and Sasuke-chan will be reunited."

Itachi gave a small noise, akin to a grunt (but of course it wasn't an actual grunt because Uchiha Itachi did not grunt). "I trust in your plan, Mia, but I worry still..."

"Everything will fall into place, don't worry," I assured him, pulling him away and smiling brightly. "My key player will come around, just you wait. In the meantime, you just enjoy your conversations with Sasuke, take your medicine and focus on living, okay?"

"I understand," Itachi said. "... Thank you."

I patted the top of his head. "So cute. You're welcome, buddy... Now help me chakra-glue all their furniture upside down."

"Yes, ma'am."

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I pulled my laptop out before me, plugging it into the nearest wall-plug. Itachi pulled out his own laptop and mimicked the action.

It was interesting. After I had successfully rebuilt my laptop, I became interested in seeing if I could actually create a new one from this world. It took two years, but I had managed to replicated my laptop enough that it was acceptable. Granted, Itachi's laptop didn't have a touchscreen or tablet, it had no internet (not that mine had internet, either), nor anything super fancy. It was, in short, a gaming-watching-movies-someplace-to-write-and-or-store-pictures-on laptop. Honestly, it wasn't even a real laptop—more like a sort of basic console. I made it for the sole purpose for the members to be able to play the games they were addicted to without stealing my laptop.

So far each pair had only one 'laptop', but I was working on that. I made one for Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura, too, each modified and uploaded with things I thought they may or may not like. I also added a basic program allowing the laptops to connect—it was the same type of program used in NintendoDSs and onwards to connect to other Nintendo handheld devices. It had an extremely limited range, but it was enough.

"I'm going to kick your ass," I said, smirking at Itachi. Itachi merely raised an eyebrow as he waited for his laptop to upload.

"What exactly is this game?" Itachi inquired.

"Portals 2," I quoted. "It's amazing how much I've been able to recover from my harddrive—games I had thought I deleted, but never bothered to go back and check... it's nice to know being sloppy about that paid off."

"I see," Itachi replied. "It doesn't seem like a two... two... two-player?" At my nod, Itachi continued, "It doesn't seem like a two-player game."

"It is," I assured him, "but we can't access that part, yet. No, no, what I'll kick your ass in is beating the game before you."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It is."

"Challenge accepted."

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That was essentially how we spent our days. Goofing off on the laptops, elaborating my revenge, or visiting the local tea-shop. It was uneventful, true, but it wasn't horrendously boring, either. When it was time to return, Itachi decided to be awesome and spare my poor feet the brutal walk home, and just carried me to the spot.

After reaching the cave, we were greeted with absent enthusiasm, and the mind-controlled Suna guards entered the cave and carried Gaara out. I waved goodbye to everyone before trailing behind the guards at a sedate pace. We traveled a couple miles before they began to set up camp (it was nearly dark) and they set Gaara against a tree. I sat down beside Gaara, humming a soft tune to myself.

I knew that, soon, Deidara and Sasori would present themselves to us and offer us a quick trip to Konohagakure—as Deidara could carry us all on his birds more quickly than we could move—as yet another good gesture on Akatsuki's part. I could already feel their chakra signatures, just hovering a short distance from behind us.

One of the guards gave a sharp jerk, his eyes blinking furiously and I knew that he had been released from the daze before. He blinked a couple more times, Sasori's seal falling into place before he glanced over at me and smiled. "I'll go ahead and collect some firewood, Mia-sama, please take care of Kazekage-sama."

I nodded my head, unminding of the honorific. I had only visited Suna a handful of times, one of the times before Naruto even left for his training trip, and each time I made sure to smother the child in affection. Gaara had yet to refer to me as Kaa-san, but it seemed more like an unspoken statement. It was one of the things I was proud of about myself, and yet another reason I felt guilty about deceiving Gaara so. Especially considering how if things went according to plan, I wouldn't be doing the same thing to Naruto...

Fighting down the rising sense of guilt, I tried to preoccupy myself with playing with Gaara's soft hair. Why is that everyone I knew had soft hair, in comparison to mine? It had to be chakra-related somehow. Damn it chakra. Why couldn't I have been born with my own system? Or have grown one?

Stupid nature-chakra. I couldn't even use it. Well, I could... it was just very, very tiring. On the upside, I was no longer life-threatened... all the time... but on the down side, it was still chaotic and messy and draining.

Suddenly, Gaara's eyes blinked open. Pale seafoam eyes stared up at me and I smiled warmly. "Just now waking up, Gaara-chan?"

Gaara blinked several times, a confused expression flickering on and off his face. After nearly a minute of the actions, Gaara finally dipped his head in my direction. "Yes. I apologize for that. I didn't expect to doze off when we rested."

"It's no worries," I assured him eagerly. "I'm just glad you were able to sleep at all."

Gaara nodded again, this time the action came more slowly, more hesitant. "Since Jiraiya-sama looked at my sealing at your request, I have had an easier time of being able to slip off into a more sedate state without worry of the bijuu taking control. It is still foreign and strange, but... not unpleasant."

I gently patted his head. "I'm glad. Sleeping and dreams can be a wonderful thing. It's good that you're able to experience them. Are you hungry? I was about to make dinner when the guard returns with firewood."

"I could eat," Gaara said slowly. "... We should move quickly, however, in the morning. We have been too indulging on our whims and have gotten side-track. I am afraid that the others may be worried."

"Good point," I said. "We'll leave earlier in the morning than usual. We should reach Konoha soon."

Gaara nodded a final time, shifting slightly.

Serene silence fell between the camp, and I lost myself in my daydreams, waiting for the guard to return. The other guards were moving about the small clearing, pitching tents and unrolling blankets. It was oddly soothing, feeling them work around me.

Just then, I felt a cold sensation crawl down my spine and my eyes widened when Gaara's sand suddenly lurched around me. It moved in a slow, jerkish fashion and I watched, as I was lifted up into the air, Gaara beside me.

His brow furrowed. "I do not like how slow my sand responded... it would appear we have company and that the guard will most likely not be returning to us."

My eyes trailed down and I found that he was indeed correct. A group of unidentifiable shinobi and kunoichi had circled the camp, several of them already engaged with our guards. Gaara's sand broke apart and he set me down on a tree branch. "Stay here, Mia-san."

"What did I tell you about the san?" I muttered irritably, hugging the tree. I had been in very few dangerous situations involving humans with ill-intentions. The first time had been my bout with Orochimaru, the second time during my training trip with Tobi, and now this. Only one of the those times resulted in actual physical harm to me, but the second one had been more of an emotional catastrophe than anything. I didn't want a repeat of either of those battles here, especially not when I was still feeling guilty over deceiving Gaara (even if it didn't actually harm him and when everything went according to plan, it would be for the best).

Absently, my right hand drifted over to my left elbow and I could almost hear the discomforting sound of it breaking all over again. With so much killer intent flying around, I was amazed I wasn't having any more flashbacks.

It probably helps that Tobi's not around to get hurt, I thought softly.

However, no sooner had the thought left me was there a deafening explosion and in swooped Deidara.

"Oi! These guys are under our protection, un," Deidara shouted.

I waved at Deidara, and he winked at me, before his smile slipped. "Mia—look out!"

My head whipped around, just in time to feel a small cold-burning sensation cross over my cheek, but before anything else could happen, a familiar black-covered leg slammed into something out of my peripheral vision. Arms gripped underneath me and I was up in the air, in the arms of Tobi. I laughed at that and at the fact that Tobi wasted no time at all in carrying me away from the actual fight.

We landed a little ways from everyone.

I tugged off his mask, feeling my heart pound in the process, but I had this urge to do it. THis sort of warm, fluttering need, and as I pulled off his mask, he didn't fight it. When I tugged down his coverings, he peered at me through half-closed lids, a curious glint in his eyes.

My left arm was slung around his neck and I lifted my right hand up to cup his cheek.

"Mia," Tobi said softly, frowning minutely, "what are you doing?"

"Well," I whispered, feeling a little shaky, "I just called you my hero, didn't I? As the damsel in distress, it's my obligation to do this..."

Tobi's eyes widened in realization, just as I closed my eyes and leaned forward. However, Tobi had turned his head in the same process, and was stuttering out, "N-"

I felt my lips brush against something that was not his cheek. Opening my eyes in surprise, I found myself staring into the equally surprised eyes of Tobi, while my mouth remained against his.

I'd been kissed before. My first kiss was an experience so downright disappointing, I like to pretend it just didn't happen. The second kiss was as plain and boring, and that's how I concluded that kissing was just a boring and overly romanticized thing.

I was proven wrong by that very instant.

There were no fireworks going off in the background, but I did feel very warm and tingly, and my head was spinning and maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard something like a victorious shout in the back of my head.

We pulled apart and Tobi's eyes drifted down to my lips, a slight glaze washed over them. I knew my cheeks were probably a very bright red, and as he started to lean down, I found myself leaning forward.

Just before Tobi's lips brushed across mine, he gave a startled shout, dropping me on my ass and lurching away. His hands covered his face and he shook his head frantically. "No. No. No. No."

My eyes widened and I glared. "What do you mean no? You—You were going to kiss me!"

"Exactly, I'm sorry, Mia, I don't know what came—"

"Stop," I said, standing up and still flushing. "You were going to kiss me. Willingly. You..."

My eyes widened further and my mouth fell open in surprise. "Oh my God."

Tobi looked panicked. "I-It's not what you think...!"

"You like me," I whispered.

"I—I—"

"You like like me," I whispered again, feeling a smile crawl on my face. "I mean, you like me, too. Oh my God..."

Tobi looked as though I had struck him. "Too? Too?"

I blushed, smiling shyly. "Well... yeah. That would be the correct sentence, too as in also, as in I also like you. Like, like-like."

He took a shaky step backwards. "You can't."

I beamed at him, grinning mischievously. "Oh, don't be silly. This is great! We both like each other so now—"

"No," Tobi snarled, his black eyes taking on a reddish hue. "No. This is not great. I—"

"Oh, don't you dare give me that bullshit about how being with me would endanger me 'cause of your damn enemies," I snapped.

Tobi glowered at me. "Fine. However, aside from that, it's still not great."

"Why not?!"

"Because I don't want to be with you!"

I froze, my heart stopping and my mouth drying. I stared at Tobi, a mixture of disbelief and hurt slowly starting to take hold of me. Tobi looked pained, but he didn't back down. There was a light of hurt in his eyes, too, and he swallowed roughly.

"You don't... you don't want me?" I whispered, taking a step away, my vision starting to blur.

"That's not... that's not what I... I mean... yes. I don't... I can't..."

"Why...?" I shook my head, biting my trembling lower lip. "No. Don't answer. I don't think I want the answer..."

I wrapped my arms around me, feeling a storm of sharp needles racing through my bloodstream. I was trying hard to stamp down on my emotions, I didn't want him to see me like this, my pride wouldn't allow it. The sting of rejection was already too much for me to handle, I couldn't bear it if I allowed him to see me in such a weakened state by his own hands.

I closed my eyes, mulling over his words.

"Mia..."

"Don't," I said quietly, finally opening my eyes and glaring at him. "Fine. Fine. You... You don't want to be with me for some stupid reason, however, you still wanted me. You still want me. You can't deny that."

Tobi flushed, looking away.

I felt a white rush of anger at the action, at how he was ashamed of wanting me. I stormed over to him, jabbing a finger in his chest. "You're so fucking hung over on that woman that even though she didn't give anymore of a damn over you more than some random kid on the street, you've still deluded yourself into thinking that you'd be cheating on her if you were with someone else."

His Sharingan whirled to life and he snarled, "Don't you—"

"I'll say what I fucking want," I snarled right back. "She didn't care for you. That's the truth, Obito. She didn't care for you, not like I do. And you're an idiot if you think I'm going to back down just because you're being delusional and selfish."

Tobi's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?"

"I'm not giving up on you," I declared, jerking my chin and glowering at him. "I've waited years for this moment, and I'm not letting some dead woman ruin them. I'm not letting the past ruin our chances of happiness, got me?"

"You're... you're not... you're not going to let this go?"

"No," I said, softening. "No, I'm not. Do you know why?"

Tobi shook his head, a pained expression crossing over his face.

"Because I think you're worth it," I said quietly. "I absolutely think we're worth it. And I swear... I swear I will make you see that, too."

I then turned on my heel and walked away.

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They see me trolln'

They haten'

Trolololol.

Answer: Perspicacity. I know, not as fun as your guys'.

Question: I'm running out of questions! Damn... If you had to change lives with one protagonist from any story (but you could also gender-bend them if you needed to), who would it be and what story?

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