Wow, 30 chapters already! I'd just like to than you guys for sticking with this story all the way through, despite my fluctuation between good quality writing and piles of dog poo on a computer screen, but it's been a fun ride, hasn't it? Aw, I'm all sad. I really enjoyed writing this story-but the sequel is where it's gonna get real interesting!

Well, final chapter ahoy! And let me tell you, Sachi is going out with a bang... but no, Deidara is not involved. :D

Read on, my darling viewererers!! I love you all like I love chips an icing sugar! (it's actually kinda yummy :P)

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It was a stormy day, for once, in Suna. From what I was told, it was very rare at this time of year. In some ways, I was glad- it meant I wouldn't feel so excruciatingly hot on the journey home. In others, the pounding rain weighed down my mood even further- I was dreading returning to the Leaf village, and to my cold, empty house. My cold empty house that was stocked contradictively full- with memories. Unpleasantly pleasant memories.

I didn't expect anyone to see me off- I had learned that people who lived in such intense, dry heat really hated the rain- so was surprised to see the three siblings who I had grown fond of over the last few days waiting by the gate. Temari and Kankuro were both soaked through, while Gaara- cleverly- had remembered an umbrella. I smiled sheepishly, I was sodden too. It was growing difficult to keep a decent grip on my crutch.

"I'm gonna miss you, Midget." Kankuro said with a wry smile. For some reason, the word didn't bother me like it used to. I grinned, my friendship with Kankuro, despite our initial meeting, had formed fast. I guess I just make friends easily.

"Yeah, same to you, Neko." I retorted, and was squeezed in a hug by Temari- which was weird, since she wasn't really a huggy person.

"You write, okay? Or I'll come to Konoha and kick your ass." she said seriously, and I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah." I broke from her embrace, and focused on Gaara, stood a ways away from the group. I jerked my head in a gesture for him to join us, but he just stared at me, so I went over to him.

"You all look after each other. They love you, you know?" I spoke gently, and he stared some more, before his lips lifted in that barely noticable innocent smile.

"You take care of yourself too, Sachiko-chan." the rain started to soak him, too, making his hair stick to his face and his clothes bleed darker. I looked up- he was holding the umbrella over me. I briefly wondered where his sand armour was, but smiled as he placed the umbrella in my hand. I couldn't deny the excitement that was like a burst of fire through my stomach when our skin made contact.

"Thanks." I leaned across and gently kissed his cheek, "I mean it. Thank you very much, Gaara-kun."

I moved back, and giggled to myself at the potent blush on his face. He was adorable- some girl would be lucky to have someone so sweet one day.

"Well, anyway, I have to get going. Tsunade-sama will murder me if I'm not back soon." though I was still nervous about going back, I knew I was ready. Ready to face the mountain that was my new emotional baggage.

The three nodded, and I grinned at them, before turning myback and setting off. My stomach gave a twist, and Izanami shifted.

"There's something you've missed." a shy little voice spoke in the back of my head. I frowned.

"Izanami?" I asked silently, but knew that it was not.

"There's something you've missed." the voice whispered again, a little girl's voice. She sounded like something from a horror film, ragged and broken. "Origins..."

I frowned more. What did that mean? Origins? Of what?

"Origins... lots of water..."

My origins? My origins were the Hidden Mist village, and there were lots of oceans and such there? But what did the voice want to know about there for?

"Go..." the whisper became a deafening, blood curdling shriek, "GO!!"

It was as though I wasn't controlling my own body. Borders of different lands passed, but still I ran. When I reached Kirigakure, I felt a fatigue that my body just refused to acknowledge.

With my heart in my mouth, pounding anxiously, I found the old one-storey wooden house. The windows were boarded up now, and the door hung off it's hinges, but the woodwork was mostly the same. I ran my fingers over it, stepped up onto the porch, and went inside.

Everything was just as I'd left it- table in the corner with four chairs, vase on the widowsill, though the flowers had long since wilted into nothing, and my scribbled drawings from over six years ago fading into the walls. The rug- my Mother's rug- was threadbare, but still retained the ruby red that her hair was famous for. I blanched away from the darker red stains on it- my Father had wanted to be as close to her as possible at the end.

The floor length mirror on the side had somehow broken, shards of glass crunching underfoot as I walked closer. Mesmerised, I trailed my fingers along it, then gasped at a pinch. Blood dewed on my finger, then trailed down the cracks on the mirror. I cried out at a sudden palpitation of my heart. My veins burned.

Then suddenly, the flash of agony was a distant memory. I rose my head, dropping my hands from where they had clutched at my chest. I frowned. Something was wrong.

I turned quickly as the door slammed open with amazing force, and was stunned by what I saw. A little girl, about six or seven, with big scarlet doe eyes and dusty blonde pigtails was the culprit, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Mama!" she wailed, desperately, "Mama, where are you?!"

I heard several thumps, and a woman with long red hair came rushing through with a panicked expression. My throat closed up, and I half-stepped closer.

"Oh, honey, what's the matter?! You're not hurt, are you?!" the woman exclaimed, quickly scooping the girl into a tight embrace. The child sobbed into her shirt.

"The other girls... they threw Miyuki in the river!" she wept. My heart ached, even though I could not remember such a name. "And- and- Miyuki-chan can't swim, b-but I was too scared to save her and now she's g-gone!"

"Oh, sweetie..." the woman rubbed circles on the girl's back, "It's okay, it's okay. Let it out."

"I'm gonna miss her s-so m-much!!" the girl choked, and my head began to steadily throb. I frowned as I realised that whatever was about to happen, couldn't be good. I walked to the door and attempted to leave. But the handle wouldn't budge. The presence sealed inside me roiled impatiently, while I began to panic.

"Th-they said that d-demons can't- can't love, a-and that I don't deserve a p-pet!" the younger sobbed.

"It's okay, Sachiko-chan." my mother spoke softly, and a few stray tears dripped down my cheeks. I had missed her loving voice so dearly. "Miyuki-chan is probably in Kitty heaven right now, drinking lots of cream and laying in a nice warm spot on a roof."

"Really?" little me hiccupped.

"Really." Mom confirmed. She then smiled, "Now, tell you what, I'll make you one of your favourite snacks to cheer you up, and when Daddy's home we'll have a special service for Miyuki-chan. Does that sound good?"

Though she still looked thoroughly shaken, younger me nodded, looking consoled. Mom stood, and my eyes followed her. She went to the kitchen, rifling through various drawers and cupboards, before retrieving a bag of apples and a sharp knife. She chopped, then winced.

"Shoot." the single bead of blood dropped from her finger and spattered on the floor. My heart began to race as the scent of it filled the room, choking me.

A low but deep breath sounded across the room, and I stared at the younger me as her eyes gained a deadly glow, black beginning to bleed into her hair with the inhuman chakra that leaked from her body. My legs shook.

"No.. don't say it's true.." realisation was slowly dawning on me, and I fought with all my might to turn my back on it. The younger me stalked towards Mom with a predatory gleam in her eye. Mom turned slowly.

"Sachiko, calm down." she said, seeming unfazed. But the small girl could not be calmed so easily. Chakra blazed out of her, and I trembled, tears pouring relentlessly. My younger self suddenly dropped to her knees, shrieking and clutching her head. Pain shot through mine, causing much the same effect, though I still couldn't look away.

"Run!!" I screamed at my Mom, "Get away!!"

She couldn't hear me.

"It' all right, Sachiko! Mama's here!" Mom shouted over the howling of the deadly chakra, finding her way towards the small girl. She wrapped her arms tightly around her. Another scream wracked my frame.

"STOP!! NO!!" I cried, but I was too late. My body shook hard as younger me slapped her hands onto Mom's bare skin, causing metal spikes to erupt from every drop of blood in the house- except for mine and that belonging to the younger me. Which meant that the spikes protruded from Mom's skin.

"NO!" I screamed, head hitting the floor as intense pain ripped me to shreds. Then I did the unthinkable.

I released the seal.

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Told you it wasn't a quiet ending. :P

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