Okay I've reached the point where I need opinions that aren't those of Kisame-san(no offense meant my fishy friend). So, I share with you a recent drabble I wrote just to get another opinion on it.

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The second I felt it, I glanced down to the crimson line that was slowly lengthening. Every second that past seemed like hours as the line grew ever longer, as my worst fear was realized. Everything I had ever truly worked for was all being ended right before my eyes. If it was possible at the time, I would have puked. Although my eyes were still widened in horror, I glanced up the cause. To the one reason why things turned out the way they did. I stared at the woman, in an attempt to read her expression. She met my expectations. I could see a wave of relief wash over her face. Her eyes were no longer completely filled with hate. In fact for a moment, just a moment, I thought I saw remorse in those eyes. Her face seemed to say, “I’m sorry this was the way things had to be”. Any feeling I had was instantly wiped by the contrasting face mere feet away from the first woman. This girl’s expression made me sick. I could see relief in her face as well, but it was different. It looked as if she had only just completed her mission. There was no feeling, no regret. Just one more job completed. I clenched my jaw for a moment, but even that was taking too much effort. I bowed my head to avoid caching either woman’s glance. All I wanted was to be free of their penetrating eyes. I wanted my mind to stop working. I didn’t want to fill these seconds with thoughts of how things could have been different. However I lost control of how my mind worked. Thoughts of my past flooded my mind, nearly drowning me in the weight of the moments. I recalled them leaving. They said they would be back soon. I smiled and laughed, I was only a child at the time, and said I’d see them later. The next thing I remembered, they didn’t come back. Ever. My mind next led me to trying to recreate them. All the time I toiled just to try and fill the void they left. My success was only temporary. I tried to mimic their embrace, to get the feeling of comfort and warmth back. But it was not there. Instead my breath caught for a moment as they fell. In my mind it played in slow motion. Falling down lower and lower, then the sickening clatter they made when they hit the floor. That was my last memory of them. When they fell. I swallowed mere air as I turned to my left. I saw the man, the man who had left all those years ago. The man whom I wished I would get the chance to see again. But he was not the man at all. This was not the face I wanted to see, just an imitation. Just a reflection of past sins. Looking down again, this crimson line grew longer. I never thought there was a capacity of fluid to create a line so long. I turned away from the line, staring to my right. There she was, looking at me with the same cold eyes as the man. They held no love, no warmth I needed before. This woman, this woman who had changed my life so was now cold and lifeless. There were so many differences between what she was, and what I wished she was. Although she looked similar, she was not what I wanted. No, it was not a want. She was not what I needed. I struggled to choke out words. With the knowledge I had I knew I could make a difference. This was my apology to the woman who eyes had always shown me sympathy. As some would say, in that moment, I atoned for my sins. They call me Akasuna no Sasori, and today I was reunited with my parents.

And for the sake of random and... people not thinking I'm that dark a person, a short HidaTema drabble.

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“I hate you.” “I’ve heard.” “You take me too lightly.” “If you say so.” “I will kill you.” “I’d like to see you try.” The silver-haired man looked down at his blonde companion. He smirked at her. At that point in time, she’d give anything to wipe that cocky smirk right off his face. “Well what are ya waitin’ for?” the man asked, deepening his smirk. “I thought you were going to kill me.” He was really beginning to piss her off. He was mocking her. He needed her to defend him today, and he was mocking her!? “I swear Hidan if you pull a stunt like that one more time…” “I see nothing wrong with what I did. That punk was bad-mouthing Jashin-sama. Such an act is intolerable and cannot go without punishment,” he stuck out his lip in an irritated pout. He did that when he was annoyed. Temari stared at the Jashinist. She couldn’t believe she was speaking to him. But, he had grown on her. Ever since the day she met him, he made her angrier and angrier. He would laugh at her glares, and mock her pigtails. To him, she wasn’t Temari, but simply “Blondie”. She hated him. No, that was a lie. She knew it too. She loved to stare into those violet eyes, to feel the strong yet pale arms wrapped firmly around her. She loved the way he walked with purpose, even if he had nowhere to go. She loved how loyal he was to his deity, it showed his dedication. Every one of his quirks that bugged other people, made Temari love him more. Even though he would never admit it, he was a good guy. That didn’t mean he couldn’t be a pain in the ass. “Hidan, that punk was the Kazekage, let alone my brother,” she frowned. Hidan and Gaara never got along, and after this incident they never would. “I can’t keep covering for you. You have no regard for the rules, and there are only so many excuses that I can use before I’m not help!” There was the damn smirk again. “You don’t have to.” She snapped, “What do you mean ‘you don’t have to’!? If I don’t cover for you, you go to jail or get sentenced to death!” He was really aggravating her now. For somebody who acted like he knew all there was to know about everything, he was clueless when it came to all rules and consequences. She didn’t understand it. He was still smirking. He really didn’t take anything seriously. But he had no reason to be smirking. This was serious. If he was put to death, it would be awful. Not only for him, but for her. The thought of losing Hidan forever was too much for her to bear. She cared too much about the loud-mouth to give him up. “I know, but you don’t have to. You could let me get punished,” he paused, mocking her with his eyes. “You cover for me because you want to. Not because you have to. Face it Blondie, you love me. You can’t bear the thought of living without me.” She caught her breath and froze. How had he caught on to her? She’d known him for quite some time, but they were just buddies. She’d never shown any possible emotion that could give away she cared. She hadn’t realized she did all these things because she was worried. It’s hard when your best friend is an S-ranked criminal. “W-what i-if I did? What are you gonna do about?” She tried to sound annoyed, but it came off more nervous. “Well then, I guess I’d do this,” Hidan smiled. It wasn’t a smirk, but a true smile. She realized when he smiled, glowed. She only had a moment to stare at the smile, because she was cut off by his lips crashing into her’s. She didn’t even try to fight. She pulled back, her arms around his shoulders, and stared at him for a minute. Hidan broke the silence. “I told you, you loved me.” Temari laughed. “Okay, you win.” She pulled him in for another kiss. Thinking up excuses isn’t that bad. I know there's a lot about Hidan, dying here but thats because I wanted it to have the essence of her not quite knowing he's immortal.

So uh yeah.

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