Chapter Sixty-seven◊
Excluded
I'm late. I'll explain later. On with Chapter Sixty-Seven of "I am."
Hands on my ears, I tried not to think. But, somehow, my mind decided to contradict me and start yelling on and on about what's happening and what was going to happen in only six days. Six days until I meet the person who killed my parents, and I couldn't even be sure if Death was a person. Yet I couldn't think of any other species. Shinobi were still on the human base until they'd grown up, though only Pein-sama has grown past that barrier. Maybe there're more species? Moving the sheets of the bed back, I reached toward the back but found only air.
"What?" I pulled myself all the way down, though ending up flipping backwards and hitting my head on the floor. Looking at the back of my bed, I saw that no book was there. Nowhere. "Where the heck is it?" Damn it, I just had it. It's so usual for me to lose things when I've just had them. And it's becoming as annoying as my balance. "I just had it." I groaned, crawling underneath just in case it had been tossed back. Please tell me that…Oh please, I hoped Madara hadn't been snooping around here when Annabel had shown up. If he'd taken the book then he'd know more about me than I knew. And I couldn't keep letting Madara get ahead of me.
Okay, that just sounds stupid. He's already way ahead of me, by years, experience, and intelligence. So I canceled any thought of "catching up" out of my mind and strangled it when it attempted at coming back again. The carpet underneath the bed, something I'd meant to take up but never could, smelled off carcasses and blood. Hidan had told me, after he'd somehow miraculously removed Death's "decorations," that the scent might not have left. It lingered at the back of my nose; each time I breathed I would taste it in my mouth.
"It should be under here—ow." I rubbed the back of my head, deciding that I was not going to find it at all, so I pulled back. So let's see, today I hit my head on the bed again and I've also got no idea what the heck I'm doing. Yep, I was top of everything to do with my life. "At least I got Annabel out of here." And a little laugh along the way.
The moments of Annabel flashed in front of my head and I smirked. "So I can tell the principal that you not only joined a cult but you're also a prostitute too." How hilarious of her to think so dirty. At the least she's got a sicker mind and I discovered that.
My world's been turning depressing, my dreams, my thoughts, and even my voice. Why couldn't I get any happier? I sighed, leaning over the side of my bed and crossing my arms in front of my face. Can I be happy anymore? And laughter reached out of my throat, making me cringe and lower my gaze to my arms and pressing my nose into the sheets. "No, not now." Couldn't be happy. Too much to worry about. I coughed, covering my mouth and leaning my head to the side. "Everyone else can be happy though." That's always good. Yeah, my original goal. My original…
Hidan shut the door and saw Kakuzu sitting on his bed. Kakuzu ignored the sound of the door shutting, already on a slight edge from the conversation with Pein just a moment before. Normally, if any members were angered, no one would give a damn. He scoffed, shutting the briefcase and glancing at Hidan, who just stood by the door. Before Kakuzu could threaten, attack, or mutilate Hidan in any other way, Hidan spoke up.
"So you going to be a pissed prick or get your shit together?" Hidan raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. The scythe on his back tilted into the wood of the wall, almost breaking the flammable material.
"Why are you bothering me?" Annoyance present in his gaze, Kakuzu narrowed his eyes. Hidan met Kakuzu's glare, used to it from many other occasions. The multitude of occurrences he couldn't even begin to describe. Though he could describe the reasons for said "glare matches." One, the two of them had a disagreement over the damned shitholes in which Kakuzu received payment for his bounties. Two, their weapons were out of reach, though Kakuzu didn't mainly have that choice and only turned it into a glare match when he felt that Hidan was below his worth.
And, of course, the one occurrence Hidan could remember. When they'd first been assigned as partners.
◊ (Lines do work I just don't want to put them in…it's been a while.)
"I don't need a damn partner," Kakuzu had growled and counted out his last bounty. Twenty million for some damn farmer who threatened a nation. How the hell, he didn't know, nor wanted to know. Hell, he could have been after a ramen cook for killing a child if it meant a large sum of money.
"Well fuck, you have one." Hidan had held out his scythe, hoping to see some fear in Kakuzu, though receiving none. "Hey, motherfucker, you going to pay attention to what I'm saying?"
"Get out of here before I kill you."
At those "threatening" words, Hidan cackled. "Let's see you try." He smirked, crossing his arms. "If you can kill me, you won't have a partner. But if I live, I'm your partner, got it?" But it didn't even seem to faze Kakuzu, who only closed his briefcase and gave Hidan a glance. "You're a fucker for money, right?" He raised his arms, shrugging at the apathetic stare Kakuzu gave.
"What is your point?" Interest, Hidan enjoyed the way Kakuzu couldn't resist money. The weakness of those without Jashin, a weakness of the world, and he knew that he'd overcome it long ago. Jashin, everlasting, immortal as himself, and money burned, paper that could easily be torn, stomped on, and called worthless with the voice of the nations.
"You might be rewarded with a bounty." But he'd resort to such a weakness to interest the damn man. At least he'd get some response other than a blank stare.
"Fine." Kakuzu held up his arm, threads spurring before going toward Hidan's heart. The threads raced through Hidan's skin and pierced his heart. With that, not even bothering to take such a weakling's heart like his other partners, Kakuzu pulled away. "Done." He muttered, going back to counting the bounty.
"Is that all."
Kakuzu stared back at Hidan, who held a hand to his chest with blood pumping out. Of course, Hidan knew anyone with half a brain would go for the heart, but he hadn't expected such a peculiar attack. Maybe that was why Leader had assigned the two together.
"Shit," Hidan laughed, "got to hand it to ya that hurt like a son of a bitch."
"Immortal."
"In the flesh, bitch!"
Kakuzu sighed, finishing his bounty counting. "Let's go, I have another cash cow to find."
"Oh fuck no," Hidan growled, tossing his scythe onto his back, "I'm not doing any shit with money, you capitalist fuck!"
Only a stare, more of a glare, came from Kakuzu, which Hidan met dead on. For a moment, only silence existed, the glaring contest causing neither man to blink. Finally, deciding that time was money, Kakuzu had turned and opened the door. "Keep acting like an idiot and you'll die, immortal."
"My name's Hidan." He growled, following behind his Akatsuki partner, not exactly sure what he'd gotten into. But Jashin had said, during a ceremony, that the Akatsuki would help him continue the path of Jashinism and would be the reason for his immortality. Even if it meant hanging around a money aroused partner, he'd continue for Jashin.
"Kakuzu." With that the two had finished their introductions and went off for the collection of a missing-nin associated with the Sound village.
What is "original" anymore? I sighed, flipping through the pages of my journal and running the pen along the paper. Yet only scribbles came out. No really thought in what I was writing, because my mind started running blank. Low confidence, I realized. Whenever I couldn't think correctly it meant that I had no clue. Absolutely no plan for what could come. Let's see. I had no clue about Naruto's ability nor did I know a thing about Death. Heck, I barely knew who Death was and why it wanted to kill me. What kinds of clues had it left?
"Well," I whispered, looking around the room. A bloody mess in my room. A bloody mess in that dream in that place. Both places thought of as safe. As safe…what's safe? Safety, did that mean anything? I pulled out my other journal and started writing, leaving my friends' wide open.
There aren't a lot of clues. For a being that wants to play a game, Death isn't very good at it. But what if everything is supposed to be a clue? I don't know, it's a theory, and we all know how I'm not so well with theories. Blood seems to be Death's favorite thing to mess around with me. Why is that?
I shook my head and sat up, leaning against the wall and glancing around the room. It's not funny anymore. Just a couple of weeks, weeks that felt like years, and my life had flipped. Tumbled down the stairs beside me and broken its back, unable to go back to how it'd been before. But even if my life had been broken, I still wanted to stand straight. Practice, practice, and practice even more. Find out more about myself and try not to be stupid enough to fall for anything. With a simple groan and parting of my hair, though it fell right back in front of my eyes, I held the journal in my hands and began writing.
It's not hard to think, I guess, you'd all agree with me, right? The days feel like they're ticking away on the doomsday clock. Click, tick, and click, as if whispering that I won't be alive in a few days. A few days, can you all believe that? We've known each other for so long…and now, for unknown reasons, I'm pulled out. But don't worry; I don't want anyone to worry, except how will we explain my sudden disappearance? Eh, I guess, maybe…you guys can come up with something? Nah, I remember the last time we "came up with something on the spot." The police around Seth's house and fire department at Meme's, yeah, we're not going to discuss that.
So how has my day been going?
Days begin simply with the start of morning, or, in most of my cases these last weeks, nightmares. Of course, none of these nightmares, why are they named after horses anyway, are like actual nightmares you all have. Or maybe you do have these kinds, where reality leaks into them causing some sort of dark and twisted dream world that no one wants a part of.
A woman died in it, and Death sat on a throne, a throne I knew too well. At the least, I know it from you-know-what. It's much dimmer than I remember, but everything felt the same. Roof with chunks missing, and even the intense heat. But mainly, I didn't focus on that, or my mare didn't. It just kind of kept to itself and watched for Death, who manipulated that poor woman into her own death. Why does this happen? Am I allowed to ask that question or should I keep letting these things get into my mind and play disturbing games with me?
Speaking of games, figured out today how much a pawn's words can actually matter to the "terrifying" king. I swear, why does Madara believe he is king? Does he not know that being a king doesn't mean destroying all his subordinates? Once all pawns are gone what does he control? A vast space of nothing. With no pawns or enemy what is the point of a king? It's a simple chess piece, and the game is over, a winner may be declared, but then it's gone. No one cares about it anymore.
If Madara had kept to his own time and hadn't, somehow, kept living on then he'd just stand in stone. Like a piece. Black. White. Worthless all the same. Yet no one seems to understand this! Everyone's mind is in the game, nothing more, no reality. No reason for ending it.
Games matter. I know this, especially from Seth's little lecture on cards, yes I still remember that hour-long torment, I mean delight and exhilarating time of sitting in your closet when your parents were looking for you.
With his hands behind his arched back, he tried not to boast about how easily he'd slipped past Hidan, Sasori, and Deidara. They'd been watching him, out of interest and because of the sort of "taking to" of Adiera, and he could only chuckle at the back of his throat. No matter how much skill the three could compose they'd find nothing about him. Unless, of course, Zetsu, Itachi, or Adiera said a thing. Or, he remembered, Kisame.
He'd almost forgotten about the shark-like shinobi's knowledge of him, even though he hadn't been the one to explain that situation. It'd been the "other" Madara Uchiha. The boy hadn't had much thought, Madara remembered, and he'd simply fallen too easily into his own thought. Massacring the Uchiha clan had worked in the other's work. It'd lead him to Orochimaru, but that hadn't been exactly how everything had ended. No, it'd ended in an opposite death. Madara smirked behind his mask. A well-deserved death.
"Will you stop following me?"
Oh yes, he remembered and clutched his fists together, I'm following this one. And why he'd decided to follow her home, or to her transportation, he knew only on instinct. Annabel growled again, huffing and puffing about anything and everything. He knew all about her, from Adiera's point of view.
A spoiled brat, he summed up in his mind, and continues growing that way. "I'm serious, this is creepy and I'll call the police, aren't you friends with that freak, God, please get this person away from me, God…" Had she always talked that much in a breath? He couldn't remember Adiera saying anything about it, but decided not to worry. Annoying.
"But Annabitch," "Tobi" whined and Madara laughed.
"For the seventh time, my name is Annabel." Seventh? How long had he been following her? It didn't matter, though, time stood still for him. And for her. How long will it take for her to realize it? Like fighting a mere civilian, he knew that, so she'd take a while. But I don't have time for waiting. An impatient tone took over and he switched the area around him. Trees bent and burned, the ground turned into stones of black and grey. The sky became a twisted blue and green, as if a mixed earth above them. And she stopped. In her tracks. He smirked and stood tall, intimidating her small form.
People want to win. It's the reason for living; really, if we just kept winning then we'd be happy. But when we lose then we die, right? Is anyone else confused on why time is always manipulated in the Shinobi World? Am I the only one who wonders that? Ugh, maybe not.
So, back to Death, sitting on a throne and laughing about the dead woman with wings in her back, an angel maybe. It's not a sane dream, I know that. Since when have I had sane dreams?
Then I woke up and found myself being asked about Madara, by Itachi. He's probably trying to protect the Uchiha name.
What's it like to have the only family member be a psychotic, shitfaced, cocky bastard who's older than Kakuzu and is supposedly dead in the Shinobi history, even with a freaking statue with his feet messed up by Naruto and Sasuke's "fight?" I haven't spoken to Itachi about that, but will he answer, I don't know. Remember, way back two weeks ago, when you all told me not to be afraid of asking them any questions? Well, I don't know what questions to ask is the main thing? Sure, now I'll ask about my family, though I have that book open, but I don't think it's safe to ask about them. That's how I got into this Madara shit. Saying more that is needed. Maybe I should just stay silent and do nothing more. But then won't that get boring, eh?
I'm just confused. On me. On this situation. On everything. Who am I? Why am I in this world? Did Death run my family out, and how did it find a way to Earth? I'm an alien, an alien! Agh, does anyone not think about this when something like this happens?! No, no one thinks that I'm an alien, I'm not an alien, I'm just a me. Me! Adiera is Adiera.
Hidan tried not to grin at the fact he could still remember how Kakuzu's face had twisted into surprise at the experience of another immortal. But now he'd lost his cool from a small talk to from Konan and the two damn artists. And he kept talking about them changing. God damn, the hypocritical bastard!
"If you're here to defend that damn girl, you're wasting your time as an immortal." A fierce rage grew in the words of Kakuzu, though Hidan ignored it. What's the worst the fucker could do? Kill him? Exactly, absolutely nothing. Well, with an exception of cutting his head off, like Tami had done, for the only reason of holding him as hostage. Did she think that he's that weak?
"And yet," Hidan sighed, "here I am not giving a shit." With a grin he shrugged with his words, taking a step into the room, not exactly sure what to do in this situation.
Pein had left the room a few moments ago, prompting Hidan to go and check if Kakuzu was dead. Everyone knew that in order to be a leader he'd have to be strong, so Hidan had hoped for some sort of fight. Ninety-two year old verses however old Pein was. No one knew that info except Konan, possibly. But he'd only caught a grumbling old man counting money for the umpteenth time. And it's beginning to get on his nerves. The way Kakuzu walked around, pushing down anyone that got in his way. Not that Hidan didn't do that as well, but at least he knew a limit.
Hidan shook the thoughts out of his head. Maybe that's how Kisame felt, how Deidara felt, dealing with a messed up partner. Except they'd gotten some sort of sanity in their cases.
Itachi kept himself silent, but brooded in that silence allowing Kisame to get under his skin and figure out the problem. Deidara just started arguing with Sasori until he got some response about being an idiot. And with the addition of Adiera, the pairs had all grown closer. Except for himself and Kakuzu. The damned man just pushed everything away with the thought of having his ass saved! It made no sense. Living for that long, he'd think Kakuzu would want to continue living off of his money. So he could live off of that in Hell.
"If you're just going to stand there blankly, leave, idiot." Kakuzu closed the briefcase, setting in on the floor. A piece of paper fell from the edge, landing specifically in the middle of the two. Hidan, however not an observer of details that didn't matter, took no thought, knowing that he'd seen Deidara staring at some paper and Itachi reading some book over and over again, though it didn't look like he'd gotten past the first page.
And I'm going to let everyone down. Here's what I don't understand. I'm just…well, Adiera of Earth, not Adiera of the Shinobi-world-and-possibly-the-last-surviving-pers on-who-has-this-clan-and-may-help-the-Akatsuki-in- getting-Naruto-to-create-a-jutsu-that-may-or-may-n ot-exist. See? It's too much and too long for me. Too difficult to. Well, at least I'm getting balancing skills.
Oh watch Death just bring out a bunch of stairs and have me walk down. I'm sure that Sasori's training with the fallen tree is helping my "flat surfaces" balancing, but I don't know about my actual "problem." I keep tripping and I'm pretty sure I'm going to fall flat on my face every time I come down here. It hurts to think that someone may be relying on me. Miss Clumsy. Miss Freak. Ah, that name does stick.
I just don't know about this. Everything. All of this. Didn't I just say that? Eh, I'm good at repeating.
Problem after problem, dream after dream. It's getting annoying. All of the blood. Turning the page and wondering how long it's been. I should invest in a clock, shouldn't I?
I'm on the eighth page in this journal and I've yet to figure out anything. I should be thinking, aloud, and trying to find a loophole. Find something, anything, as long as I'm the only one getting hurt.
Yes, I know, "you're surrounded by shinobi, a.k.a. badass ninjas who can handle getting their limbs torn off, repeat torn off without so much as flinching when 'someone' got his arms taken," but still, I feel guilt. As sad as that is.
"I really hate playing these kinds of games." Madara sighed, staring at the body in front of him.
Lying in a puddle of fear, sometimes he wondered how the human body conjured such empathetic images in his mind. The girl could barely think straight and shinobi usually ended up fatigue or without a conscious mind. All she'd done was stand still and take one breath. Then she'd fallen under.
Just a simple procedure and he had them out of the genjutsu world. She still lay on the ground, though taking hazardous breaths. One, two, cringe, and repeat. A sad simplicity of civilians.
"Why am I wasting my time here?" He knew of the other plans, one's the other Madara had thought up, but he had a different way of achieving his goal. Who would have thought a new world would have been a key to that? Placing a hand on his mask, he pulled it up as he'd done twice with Adiera. One for a bit of pleasure and the other for trepidation. Fear. The unusual word to describe a taunting emotion that those lower than him experienced. Such that most had. No matter how highly ranked they attempted at, no one could escape it. They'd find themselves twisted and cracked open, revealing their inner turmoil. And he knew that he'd cut himself open before. And he'd let that drip out. Done.
"W-Wha'th you wanth?" She moved a hand over her mouth, shivering at the air. He made no sound and kneeled in front of her, smiling. Such a devious way, he knew, to kill. But he had no interest in that. No, he had a much bigger reason for going after the naïve girl. Reaching into his left pocket of his cloak, Madara pulled out a kunai and lowered it to her eye level.
"I'm going to ask you a single question. Listen carefully and answer when I say so. And answer fully." He twirled the kunai with a single finger, though slowing it for her gaze to follow the sharp edge. "Now here is the question: Have you ever heard Adiera to scream in pain?"
But, then, shouldn't I feel guilty for all of the other ninjas? Kakashi, Sakura, Sasuke, Gaara, Chiyo, Jiraiya, Orochimaru, and even Naruto? I know you guys don't think about that awhile ago, because, well, we didn't think they actually existed. But then it all just changed when I heard Lord Pein. When it changed the original left. Naruto is the only tailed beast, I'm part of a clan, and someone is coming to kill me. Happy? Happy. So how to defeat someone I don't know anything about? Any answers, no? Well that's what I have to figure out.
Just need to calm down. I'm repeating everything I say, I just repeated repeating for every fucking person's sake! I'm going to go insane if I have to keep waiting and waiting for this damned Death to come and kill me. Why make me wait if it wants to kill me so well? Is that what this is? A game that takes away sanity? Damn it, fuck damn it, I just want to die, I swear, I just want all of this over with. Hear that, Death? Come and kill me and leave my friends and the Akatsuki out of this.
I've lost it. That's all. I just need to sleep. I haven't prayed in a while. I haven't done anything in a while. I miss those days when I'd run away from you guys to get away from a dress shop. Or when we'd try jumping on each other's backs. Or go to the zoo and try to jump into the cages until the keepers screamed and chased us out.
"When the fuck did you turn into such a dick?" Hidan's right eye twitched and he took a few steps into the middle of the room. His entire decision on the situation meant he had no real reason for giving one shit about his partner. Why care? The fucker could drown in his masochistic behavior and hope that no one comes to save his ass again.
"I'm done with how weak you all have become." Kakuzu muttered, glancing at Hidan once again. Hidan had already had an earful of how "weak" the Akatsuki had become from living. Just because his temper had risen meant that Kakuzu needed to get the anger out. Meaning more money, in his eyes, but with no means of getting money he'd gone off. And would continue.
"Shut the fuck up about us being weak, god damn it, we're stronger than your ass!"
With that, Kakuzu ignored Hidan's outburst, opting more to end the conversation. And Hidan just simply shook his head. Why bother playing in the minds of Kakuzu when he knew nothing would work? They'd start arguing and then he'd be without a head and Kakuzu would have chopped up money flying everywhere. It wasn't the first time a fight had escalated to that matter. It just took a while to figure out how the fuck it had.
Hidan placed a hand over his face and chuckled, reaching for the door. "Fine, believe we're fucking weak, and we'll see if you can really live off of it in Hell." A dark undertone and Kakuzu knew it. Since when did the Jashin ever mention any sort of religion but his own? The door shut behind Hidan and Kakuzu ignored it.
For he didn't understand why everyone found it so persistent to keep their heads attached to his ways. Since when the hell would he care about some non-shinobi? That's how he'd gotten into most of his shit. Even Hidan knew that much and he'd agreed with him! Non-shinobi nations fell easily, because it was filled with stupid people thinking that they could either withstand an attack or withstand a shinobi. And the Akatsuki were beginning to fall into that line. Look out for yourself. Yeah, you had a partner, but who the hell cared, they'd be easily replaced.
I placed the pen down, not wanting to write anymore. My mentality felt spent. Insanity crept into my mind. Because I just couldn't think straight. Too much drama in one day. I thought and curled up, closing my eyes. Just too much drama.
"Yeth," Why is she talking like that? It'd been a while since he'd heard a cry, but he knew her new accented words weren't coming from crying.
"Speak properly." He touched the side of her cheek, in little effort to calm her nerves. Or he'd lose his and rip her head off.
"Y-Yes," stutter, "Yes." Much better. "When we were in, like, fourth grade. She'd been in the bathroom and just started screaming. I swear, I don't know why, she just screamed and then ran out. No one else was around and I'm pretty sure no one heard it." Was she taking blame for anyone else around? So they wouldn't suffer? Well, a kind hearted girl existed when insanity became reality.
He dared no smile. Did everyone in this world have split personalities? Like Adiera, like that Meme girl, who'd always attempted at choking him to death. He swore, the girl could counter his Tobi! And he'd gone under the thought that he was the most annoying. And everyone knew so well about Adiera's little depression-slash-hyperactive nature, but that hadn't shown in quite a while. Mainly she'd been in the depressed state. Maybe he'd finally broken her. He brought the kunai up against Annabel's cheek.
"Answer fully or I will kill you." Calm and icy, he fought the urge to cut into her skin. Not even a challenge.
"I-I'm answer…fully…she just ran out and I looked where she came from and saw nothing, she's crazy, I swear to you, she's a freak and-neh." The tip of the kunai ran underneath her skin and blood ran down her cheek and dripped off her chin. "Please don't kill me." And the pleading. "I don't want to die. I like living, dear God." She cried, shaking but keeping her hands at her sides.
"At this moment," Madara snickered, "I am your god."
"Please." She finally pulled her hands together. Praying. For life. For liberty. For the pursuit of another day. Anything that would make Madara go away. "I swear I'll do anything. Just please let me live." Eyes closed and he knew he'd taken her over the deep end. No more threatening stances, she knew not to try anything.
"Well, we'll just have to see if that's the outcome." And, with those final words, Madara pushed the kunai into Annabel's chest. Blood splattered onto his chin and mask, fingers covered as well. The disturbingly delicious sound of skin parting for metal met the air and Madara could do nothing more than smirk at the scene. This is all the proof I'll need. He snickered. My plan shall continue.
So, long story short, everything bad that could possibly happen happened last week. Grounded. Fingers messed up. Working late in the day. Computer playing around with my documents. Computer having fun with a dark screen. Dog peeing and having to argue. Receiving a lecture. Other fingers mess up. Can't sit up correctly. Cramps. Anger. Frustration. No plot. More anger. Yeah, so those all happened, so beautiful, no? Anyway…
So, for those of you who didn't realize that there are three sections, there are three. Adiera, Hidan and Kakuzu, and Madara and Annabel. Now, if you remember Kakuzu had a little argument, which seems usual for him now, and so Pein followed him to talk to him. Along with this, a little flashback into when the two first met, a simple conflict that kept the glare matches continuing on and on until neither knew when to stop. But they work well together, no? And Adiera's writing her journal entry, not so sure of what will happen. It's so close, you all, six days away for her and she'll be meeting death. And Madara, well, yeah, he stalked Annabel out of the house. Now onto the questions for this chapter…
What is Adiera's plan? Has she even come up with one? Has she finally snapped? What will she do when it's time and she has to save a friend? Why is Kakuzu so intense about the Akatsuki changing? Why does Hidan even care? Where did Adiera's book go? Why did Madara follow Annabel? Who is the "other" Madara and what happened to him? What exactly does Kisame know about Madara and why is he so easily forgotten? Why did Madara follow Annabel? What did he prove? Why did he ask about Adiera's screaming?
And our regular questions…
Why do any of the Akatsuki care or are they as careless as she believes? Does it truly have something to do with her chakra voice? Or is it something else? Why is Death after her family? What did they do in the past that had been so wrong to have someone kill them all and flee to another world? How did they find out of this other world? Are they the only ones who know of this world, besides the Akatsuki, now? Will the history of Adiera's family be revealed within the pages of that book? What is written within the hidden pages that had to have someone else open up the key? Why was Sasori the only one able to open the locket? Does it have anything to do with him being a puppet? When will you find out who was her torturer? How will they get back to their world? When will the answers of the riddle and first line given to Deidara and Itachi be revealed? What use is she to the Akatsuki? Why is Tobi still Madara? *New – What is so important about Adiera's scream promise?* Will these questions be answered any time soon?
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For alerting this story I'd like to thank –
0-chaos-0
AkatsukiMemberShadow
amberintheflame
AriesTanotage
dark angel vs light angel
followtheblackstar
GrimmyRayne
HinataUchiha825
ILOVEANIME123
jspike
Kalafina94
katofthewind155
LiliL-1113
LucyNoSabaku
miricakechan1
Narinu Narasu
narniaisrealsostoplyin2urselfs
ravenlaw13
Saint Whatsername
Simplicity-Shitsuboku
skittlexninja
strawberryMIKO
Tobi's Only Girl
Vivid x Dreams
waterworks12
Wealse-chan
For giving me ideas for this story I'd like to thank –
Animzer
yapook
Simplicity-Shitsuboku (Review for Ch. 65)
Rei Bara
AkatsukiMemberShadow
xxyangxx2006
Community archive: "I am" –
Akatsuki OC's/Other Naruto OC fics
For reading and enjoying this story so far I'd like to thank –
YOU! (I seriously love all you people, haha!)**