Hey guys, it's been quite a while since I've even looked at Fanfiction, and I know I don't have many watchers and I don't even know how many of you are still around, but I'd like to think you'd like an update or something... :

Truth be told, I had fallen out of my writing and art phase for quite some time. I didn't really have time to do the things I enjoyed, and that was alright with me. I've been getting that itch though, and I've left some things unfinished. The most urgent are my fanfictions. I started most of them around 2009(?) and I finished one, only to take it down and throw a mediocre "rewrite" of the first two chapters in it's place. The other two had barely even been touched before I took my near two year hiatus. I'll prove myself to you, Kuroketsueki, and Conscience are currently the projects I have in process; Conscience being the top priority.

I will be re-writing Conscience, (I know I know, this will be the third time ) and I'm currently working on the first chapter. I was 12 when I started it, so of course you can imagine why I would be displeased with how it was written. I will be rewriting the whole plot, as it had no direction whatsoever, and the characters were either OOC or didn't really have much of a personality to begin with. I will be rewriting her entrance into the Akatsuki, as well as her training, and relationship(?) with Hidan. I will attempt to make things happen more smoothly, and naturally. The main character is being renamed to Anna. I promise I will make it worth the reread.

That being said, I would like to know what you would like to see.

Would you like for Anna to be abused prior to her entry to the Akatsuki? (I think I would only choose to write her this way if there's an overwhelming majority of want from the readers. I would write her behavior around this aspect, since it would change her entire personality.)

Would you like for the story to include a bit of her training?

Would you like to see her training at all?

Would you prefer a time jump past her training?

Would you prefer a more gentle character?

Would you prefer her to be more angry?

How can I improve my writing?

How can I make the read a better experience for you?

Thanks guys. As soon as I get some answers, I'll get back to writing.

Here's a preview of the first chapter!

The heat was stifling today. The sun seemed to stick in the same place in the sky up above, and it beat down on the earth with a vengeance. There wasn't a cloud in the sky; nothing to offer any kind of protection. The birds that normally chattered were silenced by the steadily rising temperature, taking cover in any tree that provided shade. The only sound that could be heard was the cicadas as they screamed a song of static.

She walked slowly, captured in feel of summer. She loved the way the heat pressed her hair to her face, a sheen of sweat glistening on her tanned forehead. Her bare feet were sucking up the heat from the pavement, and she was grateful that she had come to the edge of the stone. She looked down and there was slight amusement that played upon her lips as she thought, "Finally." She sucked in heavily, shut her eyes tightly, and stepped over the edge.
The water crashed into her body, instantaneously relieving her from the outside fever. She opened her eyes and kicked off the back wall of the pool. Her body shot forward through the waters, sending waves crashing against the sides. Oh how she loved this feeling, this feeling of freedom as she swam.
The look of absolute peace in her expression would interest anyone who would stand just at the edge of the concrete, looking down into the crystalline waters. The muscles under her skin moved gracefully as she kicked, her body lithe and agile. She was completely at home here. The water was where she belonged. She pumped her arms upwards, returning to the surface for a quick breath before ducking back under the light blue waves. She began to swim laps, testing the resolve of her muscles.

It was hours later when she was finally exhausted. Dusk was approaching, and the deafening buzz of cicadas had quieted to a low hum. She propelled herself to the edge of the pool, and hoisted her body from the waters. The droplets rolled from her skin, and she smoothed her hair back with her fingers. She felt clean and re energized as she reached for her towel to dry off. She made her way to the changing room, grasping the plastic bag that held her clothes. It was deserted; no one ever swam on a Monday afternoon.

Thoughts roamed her mind freely, and she went through the motions as she put herself together. The room was dim; a single bulb was flickering above her. The smell of mildew and chlorine sunk deep into the concrete walls. The lockers that lined the edges of the area were empty, and some of the doors were left ajar. It had the potential to be a really nice place, but the poor management had left it less than desirable. She held a lethargic pace as she dressed; trying to put as much time between home and herself as possible. When she was finished, she threw her swimsuit and towel back into the bag, pulled on her shoes, headed towards the door. She glanced in the mirror on the way out and stopped, looking into her own eyes. Without a word, she opened the heavy wooden door and left.