Where Are my Pixy Stix?!?! {A Tobi Love Story}

Chapter 9

Um... yeah... soooooo..... I'M SORRY!!!!!! In the past six months I've moved like three times plus I was failing allmy classes and writer's block and.... yeah... A lot has been going on T^T I'm REALLY sorry for not updating!! But it's summer (Almost the end but meh >.>) and I won't be going back to school because I'm starting homeschooling so hopefully I'll be able to update more!! Please don't hate me!!!

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I stared at the recently closed door and thought about what had just happened. I told Itachi a brief summary of my life. Something I have never told anyone before, not even Tobi. I don't get close to people for a reason. They always hurt me. I block everyone out and don't make any friends because when I do they betray my trust. I don't know why I told him, it just came out! I mentally yelled at myself for telling him. I knew I shouldn't have and I did anyway. All Itachi is going to do is hurt me like everyone else! I was angry at myself and started punching things. I punch the wall, my bed, and my pillow before I finally broke down sobbing. I buried my face into my pillow, the tears being soaked up before they hit my cheeks.

“You're so stupid, Yoko! How could you tell him everything! Father was right, you really are worthless! You screw everything up and will never amount to anything! I swear, I'm better off dead!” I yelled at myself. I cried into my pillow for hours, my eyes burned from the tears and I was exhausted. I fell asleep face down, uncovered on my bed, tears still streaming down my face and in my day clothes.

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I woke up as the sun was rising. My face felt disgusting from the dried tears and my eyes stung from all of my crying. I got up out of my bed stiffly and shuffled around to get new clothes for the day before going to get in the shower. I turned on the water and stripped down to nothing. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at my face. My chocolate colored eyes were bloodshot and swollen, my face pale yet splotchy, and streaks of the dried tears ran down my cheeks. My short, brown hair was a complete mess so I ran a brush through it making it easier to clean in the shower. I started at the bottom and worked my way up like you're supposed to and when I was done I looked at the brush. I traced my fingers absently along it then in a flash of fury threw it at the mirror.

The mirror shattered with a satisfying noise. Shards flew around the small room, some getting in my skin but I didn't care. I pulled them out and carefully made my way into the shower as if nothing had happened. I stood under the jets of hot water and let it wash away my pain and anger. I stayed like that for several minutes, just standing in the streams, thinking about everything that has happened since I left home. It's all been good but why am I acting this way? I never break down, tell people what I think, and especially not let anyone in. How have the people in this organization changed me? Has it been for the better? I will never know the answer to those questions, I fear. Upon deciding this, I woke myself from my pensive and finished my shower. I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel before grabbing my clothes and making my way out of the room, avoiding the mass of mirror fragments. Back in my room, I dressed quickly and brushed my hair out again. I walked into the hallway when I was done, nearly running into Leader.

“Oh, hello, Leader-sama. How are doing today?” I asked him with a slight bow.

“I'm fine, and yourself?” He asked, his eyes glancing at the minor wounds covering my arms.

“Perfectly excellent,” I lied easily. “I must be going now; I do believe I have a tournament in the Game-room today.”

“Alright, go on then.”

“Thank you, Leader. I'll see you later.” I turned and began to walk away. I stopped for a moment to look over my shoulder and saw that Leader was still there I sent him an innocent smile. “Ah, and might I add that I will be needing the cleaning service and a new mirror in my bathroom.”

“I'm not even going to ask. I'll see that someone knows.”

“Thank you.” I made my way to the game room to find no one there yet. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realized it wasn't even 8am yet. I stomped my foot at the laziness of the Akatsuki members for not being up yet then marched back down the dorm hallway. I looked determinedly at the door in front of me before hammering on it. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOKO-CHAN WANTS TO PLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Why the fuck are you fucking bothering me at 8 fucking AM, you little bitch?!” Hidan screamed, opening the door.

“BECAUSE YOKO IS BORED AND WANTS TO HAVE OUR COMPETITION!”

“Well too fucking bad! It is too Jashin damn early for this fucking shit!”

“YOKO DOESN'T GIVE A FUCKING FUCK NOW GET YOUR GOD DAMN ASS INTO THE GAME ROOM BEFORE YOKO-CHAN KICKS IT THE FUCK THERE!” Hidan looked at me in shock at my sudden outburst.

“You just fucking earned my respect, you little bitch. I think that's what I'll call you now, Little Bitch. 'Cause you're really Jashin damn short and you really are a fucking bitch.”

“Thank you! Now let's go!” I cheered happily, dragging Hidan to the game room. I'm sure that we had woken everyone up by our loud argument but I didn't care.

“You crazy fucking bipolar bitch...” I heard Hidan mutter under his breath.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“Nothing, Little Bitch.” By this time we had reached the room so I eagerly started the game.

“Yoko's going to win!”

“Fuck that shit! Little Bitch, you're going down!”

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MADARA'S POV

I had finished my mission quicker than I had ever before. I tracked down all five men I was supposed to dispose of in record time and was already on my way back. The only thing on my mind was Yoko. I wanted her. I needed her. I knew things about her that even she didn't know. I'm a more important part of her than she realizes, but for now I'm going to let her begin to figure it out on her own. She will remember me in due time. I thought back to how she is now with that emotion mask she uses. Her fake cheery disposition makes for a good treat at times but I want to see the fierce, viscous side that I know she has. She's too much like me for her other side to not be. The thoughts of what could happen when that side shows brought chills of pleasure down my spine. I began to run faster, trying to get back to the hideout more quickly. I wanted to see if my thoughts could be right, and I know that she will be more than happy to comply. If all goes well, then I can reach home by nightfall. Just a few more hours.

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Again, SOOOOOOO SORRY!!!!! I really have no idea where this is going, still. Oh well, I'll figure something out. Domo arigato and ja ne!!