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    Amaterasu was excited. Her friend had detto she was going to Anime Con with her, and she couldn't wait to meet her there. As she was putting on her costume, Gina, her friend, called her. "I'm sorry, Amaterasu, but I can't go. My mom changed plans. I'm sorry." Gina detto through the phone. "Oh, that's a-alright...I can go alone." Amaterasu responded, then hung up. "Great...all alone...again." she thought to herself as she finished putting her costume on and got into her mother's car.

    When she got to the Con, she started feeling sad again, for without her friend, what would she do? She started crying, and hid behind one of the many Cibo stands. "I-I really don't h-have any friends..." she whispered to herself between cries.

    However, on the West Wing of the Con building, was a very well known man, talking to another well known man. His name was Hidan, and Kakuzu was giving him orders from Pein, the leader of the group called Akatsuki.

    "Kakuzu! Why are we here, again? This place smells like shit and there's too many ugly Otaku people!" He whined. Kakuzu then replied "The reason te are going to be here is because Pein wants to teach te a lesson about being kind. Leader-San detto te must be nice to somebody who is sad here o you're kicked out of the Akatsuki." Kakuzu said, then left. Hidan groaned. He knew he had to do it, but he hated being nice to people.

    And on the East Wing of the Anime Con building, a certian pugile was giving autographs when his wrist started hurting. His assistant took him out of the booth and started to tell him what was wrong.

    "Steve, te have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome from giving so many autographs to those horny fangirls..." detto his assistant. "Oh bloody hell!" he yelled, his British accent ecohing. "This gives te a chance to spend some time with some of the sadder fans." he then replied to Steve's angry yell. "Sad fans? Here? I heard the Japanese think this is the happiest place on earth! How the hell would I find a sad