So finally the new chapter is here! (:
I know it took a long time.
In my defense: I'm really busy with my Abitur and hardly have time to write. /:
Well, I hope you like it. (;
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Chris

When I saw the number on my cell phone, I already knew what had happened. I also suspected that Madara was not in a good mood because of the shooting. I would have loved to slip my cell phone back into my pocket. I didn't feel like talking to Madara. For the reason that I can't remember it ever ended well. The constant ringing forced me to make a quick decision. I took a deep breath and pressed accept. "Yes?" I answered, pissed off. "Where are you?" The deep voice asked menacingly, completely ignoring the greeting. I gritted my teeth to keep from throwing insults at him. "That's absolutely none of your business," I replied dryly and swallowed the 'asshole' that had just been on my tongue. "Get your ass to the factory on the spot!" Madara ordered angrily. It took all my self-control not to go completely out of my skin. "I'm on my way." Was all I managed before I just hung up. I saw his gaze in my mind's eye. Two angry black eyes, fatal to anyone who had no balls in their pants. I put my cell phone back in my jacket pocket and fished out a packet of cigarettes in return. I picked a cigarette out of the pack and stuck it between my lips, which formed a hard line. The anger that I had nothing to counter Madara still raged in my bowels. I light the cigarette with my new Zibo and enjoyed the first puff. After pulling the butt a few more times and taking deep breaths, the tension slowly eased away from me. I took my time smoking and even lit a second cigarette. That was the only protest I could have against Madara. Gradually I left the harbor in the direction of the parking lot and walked slowly towards my beloved old jeep. It was a special offer from the garbage collector - which I also affectionately call the car junkyard. It took a lot of effort to get it working again. I opened the creaky door and hopped into the tobacco-smelling cab. I loved that smell. When I started the car, he rebelled loudly at first before he started in a noisy way. I wasn't really in a hurry, so I took a longer detour to drive to an old fucked up factory site some time later. I parked my jeep next to the other luxury cars and made my way to the entrance. Annoyed that I had to go to this shitty factory again, I pushed the rusted metal door open with a good swing and entered the huge factory hall, accompanied by the crack of the door that opened on the wall.I walked purposefully to the door across from me and opened it. Arrived in a kind of lounge, which was furnished with a few old armchairs and a few stained smaller couches, I let my gaze wander around the room. On a couch further back in the room, Hidan was sleeping soundly. His right arm was bandaged. That was where the bullet hit him in the shooting, at least that's what I heard.


Konan

I was just coming out of the makeshift kitchen to bring Hidan a glass of water when I saw Chris. He stood in the door that led into the factory floor and stared lost in thought at the sleeping man. There were dark shadows under his eyes and his gaze revealed that he didn't like the sight of the injured Hidan. "Hey," I said, placing the glass on the table in the middle of the room. "Hey," he replied quietly, turning his gaze to me. "How is he?" He asked. “Not bad, considering that he had enough strength to sniff at me for his pain.” Chris's eyes turned back to Hidan for a brief moment, and his gaze was as tortured as only seriously injured. But a moment later he was old Chris again with his friendly features. I couldn't understand what was going on inside him. With a slight smile and long strides, he crossed the room and walked past me to Madara's room. I looked after him with concern. I had a queasy feeling in my stomach when I thought that he was about to run into Madara and at the same time no one was in the factory. Because when Chris and Madara met, it was mostly not just swear words.


Giovanni

I was in the process of advising a tall, rather skinny guy when Pain walked into my shop. I followed him with my eyes as he leaned against the wall by the door. His appearance completely disconcerted me. The customer in front of me seemed to notice, for he was stepping impatiently from one leg to the other. “And you are sure that you can do it properly?” I nodded, not being aware of much of what he was saying. I continued to be interested in pain. Why did he show up in my shop? He had never been seen here before. So what brought him here today? That definitely couldn't mean anything good. "Hey! I'm talking to you.", My opposite said harshly, tearing me out of my thoughts. "Yes, yes. Just come back tomorrow, then we will discuss the rest.", I replied impatiently and pushed him out of the shop door with it. When I closed the door again, I turned the sign on the window so that instead of 'Open' it read 'Closed' from the outside. With a gloomy look I turned to Pain, who eyed me coolly. It was like trying to look into my psyche. "What are you doing here?" I asked roughly. Pain's eyes continued to watch me as he answered me. “Hidan was shot by a Blood today because someone was chatting.” It was immediately clear to me what Pain wanted in my shop.He was looking for the mole and in his eyes I seemed to be the one he was looking for. "Do you doubt my loyalty?" I asked in an attempted calm tone, staring into his expressionless eyes. Pain pushed away from the wall and took a step towards me. His face was now so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my skin. "If I were you, I would be on my guard from now on. It could be that a few more eyes will follow you," he replied threateningly, confirming my assumption. He suspected me and would follow me every step of the way to expose me. There was only one problem. I hadn't divulged anything. Damn it, I've been loyal like no other! Following a sudden impulse, I formed my right hand into a fist. It was only with difficulty that I was able to suppress my burgeoning aggression against this blind face in front of me. He'd better leave now if he didn't want to be the next injured. He gave me another cold look and left - luckily for him without a scratch - through the door again.


Chris

When I opened the door to Madara's office, my mood was already at its lowest. I didn't feel like talking to these guys at all. At the very back of my mind, however, there was another reason for my miserable mood. Even if it was difficult to admit this weakness to me. I was scared of Madara. He had my whole life in his hand and much more and I didn't like that at all. The room I entered was almost pitch black, only a small, dusty ceiling lamp gave off scant light. Since my eyes had to get used to the sudden darkness, I only vaguely recognized Madara's silhouette. He was leaning back in an armchair with his feet on the table in front of him. This attitude and the pejorative look with which he always looked at me only too clearly showed the hierarchical order between us. "There you are at last.", The deep, rough voice penetrated my ear. I didn't reply, but just stood in the open door. Ready to retreat at any moment. "Close the door and come closer!" He ordered coolly. I reluctantly followed his instructions. Everything in me was reluctant to get even one step closer to these guys. When I was three feet away from him, I stopped. “You're probably wondering why I wanted to see you.” To be honest, I haven't been surprised by anything Madara did for a long time, so I shrugged my shoulders in response. "You probably know what happened this morning," he said and I nodded in agreement. Deidara informed me of this as soon as he and Hidan got to the hideout. "Do you have anything to do with it?" He asked without further ado. At this question his voice had taken on a threatening undertone that gave my forearms goose bumps. "No.", I answer in a firm voice, while he fixed me with his black eyes. I saw the lust for murder in his eyes. He didn't seem to believe me, but at the same time he had no incriminating evidence."I hope so for you. Because if I find out that you have something to do with it, it's not just your turn. As far as I know, you still have two younger brothers and two younger sisters," he said threateningly. My facial features froze at the words and my heart jumped. I understood only too clearly what he meant by that. Madara now indicates with his hand that I should leave and I was only too happy to comply with this request. However, I had to pull myself together not to run out of the room. In seemingly complete serenity, I left his office and warehouse while a storm was raging inside me.