((A/N: Gomen mina-san! I'm sorry for the super late update! I'll update my other fics soon as well! My computer with all my stories crashed and I had to wait for pappa to fix it! Please enjoy!))
He flipped channels and sighed, murders viciously continued, the presumed murderer 'Spider' remained on the loose.
Spider's work was always gruesome and creative, the only thing that connected the murders to one another were the victims links to certain criminal organization.
At times people didn't even know about it until after the persons death, evidence splayed everywhere in the persons livelihood.
Despite 'Akatsuki' being a criminal organization, no one appreciated Spider's murders; horrific could be the only way to describe them. Even those who were hurt by members of Akatsutki, though eccentric about Spider's work at first, always change their mind whenever they have the chance to honestly see Spider's work.
He scoffed; it was rather amusing though… Spider had been on the loose for nearly ten years, never caught, never even seen…
…but that was really only because he had never told anyone.
It was endlessly ironic that the brutal murderer that so many condemned as evil…
…was a confused child.
He could still see her face clearly, the smile that told him that she truly knew nothing, the innocence she displayed despite committing a horrible sin.
Those hours of pain were still blurred in his mind; he was hardly seven when his elder brother was murdered…
…and even then, she was younger than him.
He wasn't sure by how much, but the girl was definitely younger. She knew nothing though; she didn't even know that she was 'Spider'…
He still wasn't sure why she didn't just kill him, she had several chances to and she was a cold blooded murderer… well, more like she had no idea what an unforgivable sin she had committed.
He didn't hate her. She murdered his only family left, his dear older brother, but he couldn't hate her…
He was insane not to, he was insane not to tell the police exactly what he saw… but he couldn't.
But she did owe him. Big time.
He wondered… would he ever run into her again? Would he have a chance to look into large lavender eyes that hinted towards blue?
What would she look like? She was so small the last he saw her…
He had dreams, where he was back in that house, that day with her, her answers rippling in his mind as he gave his own. The only time he ever saw her face in the dreams was when she would smile.
And he alone knew that Spider's name was really Hinata.
How did she even gain the name 'Spider'? All he could recall was watching the news and hearing of the many murders made by the mysterious 'Spider'.
It was amazing that the Akatsuki thrived to this day, they were resilient. Even when losing so many important members they continued their activities as if nothing happened…
There was a knock on the front door, he sighed and got off the living room couch… it was likely his roommate, forgetting the key once again.
Opening the door with an annoyed expression he prepared to give an onslaught of vicious insults…
…words died on his lips.
"What the hell are you wearing Shikamaru?" for a few seconds.
Shikamaru sighed himself, and shook his head. The outfit he adorned shining a pink hue, with bows and ruffles nearly every three inches of the outfit, "I don't want to talk about it…"
Sasuke nodded, his eyes still wide as he let the lazy bastard in. He could only assume this had something to do with Shikamaru's exuberant girlfriend, Haruno Sakura.
…he would never understand why Shikamaru put up with her.
Annoyed at being disrupted from his thoughts, he sat back down on the couch with a slight huff. It was bad enough the people upstairs seemed to be having a party or something(judging by the constant stomps) but now he just couldn't recall what he was thinking about…
…he really should call management on the people upstairs, there was dust coming from the ceiling they were stomping so hard…
A piercing scream brought him out of his revere and he immediately jerked his head to the ceiling where it had come from.
…and the ceiling crumpled.
Alarmed and too late to get out of the way, Sasuke could only sit there helplessly as someone fell from the roof and onto the couch next to him…
…shortly after another form fell from the same hole and landed in his lap, only this one wasn't breathing and was very, very bloody.
It took his suddenly high pitched scream for his lazy roommate to rush into the room.
"Sasuke? What's wr—" Shikamaru, still clad in pink tutu and… whatever else you could call the atrocity…
The girl that landed on the couch next to him shifted and he jumped off the couch, dumping the body as he went. As it turned out, his instinct to move was correct, a large carving knife was impeded in the couch where he used to be.
…not the most comfortable thing in the world.
"Shikamaru! Run!"
Shikamaru remained rooted in his place and the girl slowly lifted herself from the couch, dragging her dull gaze to Sasuke.
Cold, emotionless pearl eyes met his.
"…Hinata…"
((Ending Notes: Okay… I'll update my other fics ASAP! Just… tell me which ones to start with -.-' I don't know anymore! Losing this computer totally destroyed my evil plans! –sigh- I hope you guys can forgive me for the super late update and the lame chapter…
ShikaSaku!! X3 you know you love it.
-Muse-chan begging for forgiveness.))