So everyone, this is the great reposting of Story of a Firefly. I know that I haven't really updated anything in a long while, but school has actually gotten really hard this year and other pressing matters have blocked my ablity to sit down and write.

I would like you to know that I will be updating this once a month to give me and my new beta (ScarsofTime), who by the way is awesome, time to get everything done. So expected the next chapter around the end of next month.

Other news, if any of you liked Cheating Life I have another awesome beta working on that (MisterJack), the reposting of that will be coming up soon.

*sighs* Alright you guys. I really hope you like this version so much better than the original. *waves* Until next chapter!

I don't know if I should be ecstatic or not. It did not seem at all like a major thing when my mother first explained how we were moving. I would be moving to a new home, and in turn, a new village. I will not say I am scared because I am a shinobi. Shinobi do not show fear. They do not feel sadness for leaving their friends. I am not infuriated at my mother for even thinking of moving. I am a great shinobi. I do not have emotions. And most definitely shinobi do not cry.

I burst into hysterical sobs as I hug my best friend. "Wow, the mighty, emotionless Hotaru is crying!"

I slam my fist into Temari's shoulder, glaring at the older girl. "Will you keep your comments to yourself? I have had enough of this moving experience."

She rolls her eyes at me as I let out a huff. I stare at the train, irritated at my situation once again. "Then stay, firefly!" Kankuro moves from his place next to Temari to pull me into a rib crushing hug.

I push on his chest giving him the signal to let me go because I need air to breath. I look up at him sadly. "You know I cannot do that, big bro." My eyes narrow a fraction at the grammar I used, but let it go when I see a smile on Kankuro's lips.

Kankuro has been nothing but caring since I met him, which was about a year and a half ago when I was about eleven years old. He has become the brother my mother never gave me. She is still too interested in her art to find me a father figure and therefore, I could not have any type of a brother.

"You know what?" Kankuro leans down to level our eyes and whispers, "I am going to kidnap you and bring your sorry ass back here! You can't go and live in that green village! It will be like Christmas for your hair all year-round!" He begins to laugh as I glower at him for making an unnecessary comment about my red hair.

After a moment of his laughter, I get a beautiful idea. "There are two things that can happen if you kidnap me, Kankuro." I tell him in a light and airy voice, "You can get caught by the Leaf village ninja and get tried for attempted kidnapping, or I can tell your father about the thon-"

He covers my mouth, so on-lookers cannot understand what I was about to say. Temari raises an eyebrow at Kankuro's actions, but does not say anything to stop him. "You will not ever speak of that, not even to those green elves that live in your new village, or I will kill you and-and put you in a jar and leave you in the basement for the rest of eternity!" I roll my eyes at the pathetic threat and lick his hand. He removes it swiftly. "Gross, firefly."

The train whistles, signaling that it is leaving in three minutes. "I will write to you, I swear!" I smile through the tears, hoping I don't look as weak as I feel. I am a kunoichi for Kami's sake!

I step on to the trains steps, looking at my two friends. Kankuro looks heartbroken and Temari offers a cheerless expression. "I'm sorry Gaara didn't want to come and see you off." She checks around the boarding area one more time, hoping for the anti-social boy to show up, but to no avail.

"Temari, stop worrying about that. We both know he does not like to be outside in front of people." She gives me a sigh, turning to Kankuro.

Both do not notice my smile as I look up to see a lone figure standing on a roof top. I can understand his anti-social way of life, but it still hurts that he will not give it up for a few moments. 'I will win your heart next time, dear Gaara.'

I wave to the pair through the thick glass window. Temari continues to wave with tears falling as the train begins to roll away. Kankuro, being the spontaneous one, runs to the end of the platform, waving wildly.

I walk down the gray aisle of the train searching for my mother's blond hair. I find her sitting in the window seat, watching the sand. She looks up at me when I sit in the seat across from her. She notices my tears and smiles.

"Why are you smiling, mother?" I ask.

"It's nice to see that you have some emotions, babe."

I glare at her for saying my least favorite nickname that I have acquired over the years, but she does nothing. I sigh, wondering why she is the pain in my neck and not the other way around. I lean back in my seat, closing my eyes to think back to one of my first memories of Suna.

"There's mommy," I draw a stick figure in a dress using a rock that I found nearby. "Hm, where's Hotaru?"I draw myself as a smaller version of my mommy stick figure. I turn my head to 'look' at Ryuu-nii-san. "Look Ryuu-nii-san! It's our family!"

Then I hear scratching in the sand and stare at it in awe. I cannot believe that the sand is speaking to me! "No one is with you. Who is Ryuu?" it scrawls to me.

"He's my brother, that's who!" I yell at the sand. I did not know any better, I was five and my mother refrained from telling me about the monster that lived in Suna.

"But you are alone." The letters appear like magic, making me entranced. If I had been a better kunoichi back then I would have noticed a boy with a teddy creeping closer to me.

"Who are you?" I yell, turning around at that moment searching for something or someone. The sand is not supposed to talk. My eyes widen when I see a small boy with blood red hair. He has deep moons under his eyes and pale skin, reminding me of a vampire in a movie I was not supposed to watch. I feel the urge to run, but my curiosity is pushing it down and away from the forefront of my mind.

"I am Gaara." He stares at me with a sad expression mixed with, what I believe is, hate. I know a normal child would have flinched away from the tense air around him, but I am too naïve to take any notice.

I extend my hand and walk forward towards the boy, but instead of him reaching his hand out to meet mine, sand rises up and swats it away. Not a moment later, the sand pushes me a good five feet away. I fall on my backside and yell, "Hey! That's not nice! Didn't your mom tell you not to push!"

This was directed at the sand, not knowing it is actually Gaara's doing. "My mother is dead."

"You pushed me? But you're all the way over there. How could you have?" I pout, wondering how this boy could have done it…

He seems amazed at something, but being young as I was I did not know it was because I had not ran away yet. So he tries to get me to stay as long as he can. "It was the sand, my mistake."

"I feel really sorry for you. The sand must hate you. It keeps everyone away from you. The sand is very mean." I stomp my foot on the ground, angry at the sand for being so mean to this seemingly nice boy.

"Only people that it thinks are going to hurt me." He stares at me, curious. He doesn't understand why I am not scared of him.

"How on earth could I hurt you? I don't even have any weapons on me!" I scowl at him. I know I am a pretty well rounded little kunoichi, but not so deadly as to bring weapons with me everywhere, or smart enough yet.

"Well, what were you going to do to me?" He gives me another confused look.

"I was going to pet your teddy bear!" I smile at him as if it was plain as day before and take a step closer. Then another, and another, until I can reach my hand out and touch the bear's head and I whisper, "He's so soft!"

Gaara stares at me in awe. I smile happily at him. 'Maybe he and I can become friends! My first friend! Well, not counting Ryuu-niisan.'

I was the first person to get that close to him after his uncle attacked him and I am probably the last.

I knew I liked him more than a friend when I turned ten. I just learned that I love him now at age twelve.

He would only see me in secret for reasons I did not find out until I met his sister when I was nine. She was two years ahead of me, but that did not stop us from being good friends.

I knew nothing of his past until Temari starting telling me about her two brothers. Both were the opposite of each other: one anti-social and merciless, the other more social than he should be and a ladies man.

I did not know that she was actually related to Gaara, since all they share is their pale skin, which I should have guessed because not many people are pale in Suna. I found out their relation when I spent the night at their abode for the first time. I had woken up in the middle of the night for a drink of water and found him walking down the hallway; I nearly let out a laugh when I saw his shocked expression. We did not speak a word to each other, but only because there was nothing to say. Yes, he may have not been happy about me finding out about his heritage but, he knew I would eventually.

I knew Kankuro from my history class. Apparently, he had failed it the year before and needed to retake the course. He was placed next to me in the classroom, so if he missed a day, which he did often, I would be able to give him correct notes to study.

At first, I loathed him for his laziness and his many absences. He also cheated a lot in the beginning, though as time went on he started to come to class more and cheated less often. After a while, we started to actually become good friends. It is around the same time I became friends with Temari, and I stopped giving him the 'cold shoulder,' as he put it.

I have known Temari and Kankuro for about three years and Gaara since I was five, and now I have to leave them all behind to go to a new village.

"Mother." I poke her shoulder, jerking her awake. She rubs her hand around her mouth getting rid of the drool that slipped down the side of her mouth.

She looks over to me with a mildly angered expression. "What?"

"We are nearing where Tsunade oba-sanis staying," I murmur.

She scratches her head, revealing a tail of blue hair. "What time is it?"

I take out my flower key chain watch. "Around three pm."

She sighs as we enter the crowded train station. She grabs our carry-on bags because our larger luggage will continue the trip to Konoha without us.

We exit the train in the large crowd that wants to go to the same city as us, Okazaki. I take my bag from my mother and sling it over my shoulder, gawking at all the people. Suna had many citizens because it is the capital of Wind Country, but that is nothing compared to the amount here.

"Stop acting like I never take you anywhere," my mother jokes, knowing full well that I have never set foot out of Suna.

Instead of making a snide remark, I let my face turn to a bored expression.

We travel through the town quickly, not wanting to get too distracted by the many shops that line the street. If it wasn't so loud I would have to say that all the hustle and bustle is, in a way, beautiful. It is like a hive of bees, everyone going about their business in a hurried fashion.

"First we look for Shizune or Tonton and they will lead us to Tsunade." I nod my head in agreement. I have met my aunt a few times, but each time she looks a different age. However, I believe that comes with being the best medical ninja in the world.

"Are you sure we will be able to find her? There are many gambling places here." I scratch my arm, worried that we will waste a whole day to try and find my sucker of an aunt.

My mother rolls her eyes at me. "Stop worrying about wasted time. We have plenty of it."

Once we enter the gambling part of town, I relax a little, happy that most of the places are close to each other: a magnet for Oba-san.

We strain our necks as we try to look over all of the slot machines and people. We sigh every time she is nowhere to be seen.

We finally find her surrounded by men in a bar. Shizune and Tonton are just onlookers in the scene.

"Man, I haven't seen such knockers on a lady in a real long time!" a black haired man exclaims while staring down Tsunade's revealing shirt. I tug on my jacket, hating that I am an early bloomer.

"Look down my shirt one more time, I dare you," Tsunade says in a gruff voice, sending a glare towards the man.

He raises an eyebrow at her as if taunting. Since I do not feel like wasting time watching Oba-san knock this man across the way and through the wall, I shout, "Oba-san!"

Everyone's attention turns to me and I feel a blush as my insecurities rise. "Ah! Hotaru! How have you been?"

I smile at Shizune as she walks over to give me a hug. "I have been well, thank you. It's lovely to see you once again." I tell her politely.

"You're always so formal," Tsunade comments. I scratch my neck, embarrassed.

"I believe being formal shows off my intelligence," I retort in a whisper.

Tsunade laughs, "I will give you that, firefly." I smile at her, hearing my mother snort. I send her a glare, but she only shrugs, waiting for Tsunade to speak again. "Let's go to my apartment. We can speak there."

I nod my head, motioning my mother to come along. Tonton follows us at our feet. I have never been fond of pigs because of their filth, but Tonton seems to be that one exception to the rule.

Tsunade opens the apartment door and we all step in. It is a very simple apartment. Two separate beds, a basket for Tonton, one full bathroom, and a kitchen. It is probably cheap because that's really all Tsunade can afford with her gambling.

"So, you both are moving to Konoha?" Shizune asks, making conversation.

I open my mouth to answer, but my mother beats me to it, "Yes, I found that many people in Konoha are stuck on themselves and love portraits," she jokes, making Shizune laugh.

I roll my eyes at her childishness. "They also seem to have a ninja program that suits me more than Suna's."

"You and your ninja things," Okaa-san shakes her head. It is sad that she still has not come to terms with my choice. I may be a novice artist that has some potential, but that does not mean I want to choose that. I want to follow in my late father's footsteps.

"Are you here for the apartment key and a letter from me to the Hokage asking to let you in the village?" Tsunade asks lazily.

"Hai," my mother nods her head.

Tsunade sighs. Shizune looks around for a bag, which probably holds the key. "Why did you pick me?"

"Tsunade, you are the only one that guarantees us in," my mother pleads. I sit back and watch, silently observing her begging. I did not expect her to resort to this, but she will do what it takes to get into the village.

Tsunade rubs her face with her hand, sighing, "Fine. But don't expect anything else from me."

Okaa-san lets out a huge sigh of relief as Tsunade motions for Shizune to give the key to me. I smile kindly at her when she places the single key in my hand. "You can make copies if you really need too, just not too many, okay?" I nod my head. My eyes drift to the scratching noise Tsunade is making with the pen against the paper.

I sigh to myself, knowing this is the final piece. I am really moving to the Leaf Village.

I wave good-bye to the pair of women. "Are we going to stay at an inn?"

"Yes, there is no point in taking a midnight train," my mother says, sounding like she needs a rest.

I nod my head in agreement.

We only walk a block before we find a nice, comfortable inn that will not make us spend too much of our money.

"How are you ladies tonight?" The hostess smiles at us as we walk in.

"Very well, thank you." I step up as my mother admires some of their sculptures. "We need a single room with one large futon." She gives me a quizzical look, but shakes it off as she looks in her books.

I impatiently pull my bag over my shoulder once more. "Ah, here's the key. I hope you have a nice stay." I smile at her, turning around.

"Mother, I have the key." She whirls around, sending her blond hair spinning. I roll my eyes and beckon her to the stairs.

We walk up the stairs silently, but hurriedly because we are both getting very tired of traveling around. When we make it to the door, we both sigh tiredly. I stick the key in the keyhole and unlock the room. I dash inside, dropping my bag and jacket at the door. I fall onto the futon, not bothering to change out of my orange T-shirt and jean shorts.

"Dear, I have never seen you move so fast in my life time."

I snicker, "You need to see me on the training field and you will take that back faster than you can say paint brush."

"If you say so." She sits down and takes all the blankets. I glare at her back, knowing she did that on purpose, but I would not use the blankets anyway. When it comes to inns, I am always way too warm.

I wake up to see the morning sun at six in the morning. It also could be my mother's snores. Either way, I am awake before my mother. I walk over to the small bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I look at my maroon waist length hair. 'My bangs need to be desperately cut,' I think as I blow them out of my cloud gray eyes.

I turn the faucet on and let the water run cold before splashing it in my face, fully waking me up. I put some on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my back as the water trickles downward.

"Mother," I call, walking out of the bathroom.

"Hm!" she groans, turning over in her sleep.

I groan myself, knowing she's going to be a hassle this morning. "Mother, if we are to make our appointment with the Hokage on time you need to wake up."

"Five more minutes!" she waves her hand at me.

I frown. "We do not have five minutes. You need to wake up now!" I take the blanket off of her in one single swipe.

"Hotaru!" She screeches, turning over to look at me.

I glare at her. "Let's go."

She sits up in a huff. "You always have to be such a grump!"

We make it out of the inn at seven-thirty because my mother had to take a shower. I wave to the hostess politely as we walk out of the entrance.

We walk the streets quickly so we can make the eight o'clock train. I smile at anyone that makes eye contact with me as I look around. I don't know why. It just seems like the right thing to do in a town like this. Maybe I brightened someone's day, like Kankuro does.

"You have your bag, right?" I glance at my mother out of the corner of my eye, only seeing her and not her bag.

"Yes. I have it." She points to her book bag next to her feet. I let myself breath again. It is nearing eight o'clock and I am not waiting for the nine o'clock train.

I sit in the window seat, watching the trees zoom by. "Ma'am?"

I look over to my mother when I hear a man's voice. "Yes?" she answers.

I wish I could have groaned. My mother is teasing this man. If she had chosen the kunoichi lifestyle she could kill so many people with just her seduction skills.

"Is that seat open?" He points to the seat where my bag resides. I look at my bag and then back to the man, taking in his features. He is extremely tall, as he leans against the compartment above us, and his hair is sea green with eyes that are a bit darker than my own. I look over to my mother only to find that she is raising her eyebrow at me.

I sigh and move my bag to my lap. "Yes, the seat is open." I scratch my collarbone and pull my jacket over my chest, hoping that he won't stare.

The rest of the ride is peaceful. The man does not look up from his parchment paper after he takes it out of his messenger bag. I become mesmerized by the trees that whiz by the train. I did not know one place could be so green. It is almost magical.

"Next station: Konoha!" the conductor echoes over the PA system in the train. I turn my head with high hopes that Okaa-san is awake, only to have them dashed. She even has drool rolling down her face…

"Mother." I poke her, only to get a murmur of something incoherent. "Okaa-san!" I growl at her, pleading for her to wake up. Unfortunately, she does not wake with simple pokes and whispering, so I turn to the man next to me. "I am sorry."

The man gives me a questioning eyebrow and is about to ask what for when I scream at my mother.

"WAKE UP ALREADY!" The whole train car jumps, including my mother, thankfully, because I do not know what I would have done if she had not woken up.

"What? Huh? What's wrong?" She wipes off the drool from her cheek then rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

"Our stop—" I begin, slightly embarrassed as the whole train stares at me. I believe it is the least I deserve after screaming so loudly.

But the PA interrupts me, "Konoha Station!"

The doors open and my mother gets the hint. I sling my bag over my shoulder. "I hope you have a nice day."

I look back at the sea haired man with some anxiety, "Uh, you have a nice day too." I spit out, rushing after my mother.

"Hotaru!" She waves to me as I step off the train. This station is as busy, if not more so, than Okazaki's station.

We walk through the doors that lead to the main station. It holds the stores and kiosks, and I smile at the hustle and bustle of this station. I think I am beginning to like the big city setting. "Okaa-san, do you know where the Hokage Tower is?"

She gives me a clueless scrunch of her eyebrows and I sigh.

I walk over to the nearest booth to ask for directions. "Um, excuse me?" I knock on the glass hoping to catch the boy's attention.

"Well, hello little lady!" he calls, smiling greedily as he looks down my shirt. I bite my lip and tug my jacket's sides together.

"I was wondering if I could get directions to the Hokage Tower?"

"Here." He hands me a piece of paper. "Follow these and you'll be fine," he tells me, agitated. I smile at my small triumph as I make my way to my mother.

"Let's go. I do not want to be late."

She huffs and gets up from her seat. "I know, I know."

We walk out of the station. It almost feels as hot as Suna today, but even if it is as hot as Suna, it looks nothing like the sandy red and brown buildings in Suna. I take the lead, knowing my mother does not want to read directions.

"HEY! HEY YOU!" I hear a shout over the white noise of the shoppers, but ignore it because who would call out for me or my mother here? We are new to this village. "YOU! YOU WITH THE FLAMING HAIR!"

I stop, turning around to look for the voice. My mother stops beside me, looking at the crowd with curiosity. Then I come face to face with blue eyes, blond hair, and whiskers. "Yes? Do you need something?"

"Well, I wanted to ask you a question!" I feel my face heat up at the proximity of our faces.

I breathe through my nose trying to calm myself. "Ask it but, please hurry. My mother and I have an appointment I do not want to be late to."

He backs up and scratches the back of his head. That is when I notice another boy standing next to him. The boy seems a bit short, but that could be because I am used to Kankuro's towering height. His hair is covered by his gray jacket's hood. The striking things about him are that he has a small dog, or maybe a puppy, in his jacket that is looking around as if it were human, and that he has deep red fang-like triangles on his cheeks.

"HELLO! YOU THERE? I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO BE LATE!" the blonde screams, bringing me back to reality.

I purse my lips. "You are very obnoxious. Do you mind if we leave now?" I turn on my heel, striding away quickly.

"Hotaru! That wasn't very nice." My mother catches up to me, breathing hard. I cannot be going that fast can I?

I roll my eyes. "I know, Okaa-san, but I am not in the mood for people like him right now."

"You're never in the mood for making new friends."

I shoot her a glare. "That is not true."

She only gives me a shrug back. I let out a sigh, knowing she is only partly truthful. When I need to make friends, I do, but when I do not, I do not even pay anyone heed.

We finally make it to the Hokage Tower with ten minutes to spare.

"Are you Yuu-san?" The receptionist asks.

I smile at the black haired woman. "Yes, my mother and I are here to see the Hokage."

She nods. "At the top." She points in the direction of the stairs and my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. I stare at the dark corridor for a stairwell. "You better hurry or you'll be late!"

I sigh and begin the dreadful climb.

We trudge up the stairs for what seems like forever, only stopping twice for my mother to catch her breath.

Before we even come near the door we hear, "You may come in!"

I push the larger red door open to find a smiling old man. "Hokage-sama." I bow along with my mother.

I look to my mother, signaling her to give him the letter. "There is really no need for you to give me the letter. I have heard a lot about the both of you. Yuu-san, you are a very talented artist and I am proud to say, now, that you are a citizen of my village. Hotaru-chan, I have heard many stories for—"

"C'MON KIBA! YO! WHAT'S UP OLD MAN?" the blonde idiot screams as he slides in to the office. Kiba walks lazily in with his hands in his pockets. This seems to annoy the blond. "IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!"

"Naruto!" the Hokage says the boy's name sternly, causing him to turn around. "That's enough yelling."

"HEY!" Naruto points towards me, ignoring Hokage-sama's request. "You're the girl from the market!" he whispers to the room as if it is top secret information.

"Naruto, will you shut up! I've had enough of your yelling!" Kiba growls at him from the door and I give the boy a thankful smile. He winks back at me, causing me to pull my jacket closer to me.

Hokage-sama sighs, "I am sorry for his boisterousness, he's always been like this. Now, let me introduce you to these two boys." He pushes away from his desk, and before he can open his mouth, the room is blasted with a loud shout.

"I'm Uzumaki Naruto! I'm gonna be Hokage someday! Believe it!" He gives me a thumbs up as I glare at him. Is it really this necessary to be this loud?

"I'm Inuzuka Kiba, and right here is Akamaru!" The dog barks at the sound of his name, letting his tongue hang out. I narrow my eyes at the small pup. A nin-dog. Aren't they supposed to be fierce and not cute looking?

I notice Hokage-sama when he coughs. "Well, since you boys took my job—"

"I can go home now right?" I turn, motioning for my mother to come on. I do not want to stay in the same room with the blonde loud mouth and mysterious inu user.

"Hotaru-chan, I am not done yet." I turn around slowly, trying to think of the reasons why he would need to me to stay.

I scratch my neck nervously. "Does it have to do with them?" I place more venom in my question than I should have. I only notice this when the Hokage crinkles his nose.

"It has everything to do with them. They're your new teammates." My mouth drops to the floor and I am incapable of speech.

"WHAT?" All three of us get our voices back at the same time somehow.

Hokage-sama just smirks! "Why yes, Naruto and Kiba need a third on their temporary team and you need a team to join, so it works perfectly! Now, run home. You have school and training tomorrow!" He turns away from us and I stare, stunned, at the floor.

"Darling," my mother whispers hesitantly. "We need to leave now."

I snap from my trance and hurry out of the room.

The whole way to Tsunade's apartment, I cannot stop thinking of the new development. How can he do this to me? I am by far a lot more intelligent than the both of them! I pay attention to studying more than they do! Why am I not put on a team with the same people and have someone else be put on their team! I cannot be distracted by these idiots! If either one get in my way of become a chunin, I will have to hurt each of them!

"Hey! Hotaru!" I hear the loud blonde's shout and curse under my breath, knowing his apartment must be somewhere near ours. I pretend not to hear him and move my bag up my shoulder once again. "Hotaru's your name, right?"

He stands next to me, forcing me to look sideways at his face. Even if he is obnoxiously loud, he is a bit cute. "Do you need something?" I grumble, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit.

"I was just wondering where you lived since we are going to be on the same team for a little bit." He gives me a cheeky grin.

I frown, wondering how he can be so happy all the time. "I live in the apartment complex up ahead."

"NO WAY! I do too! Believe it!" He smiles. I give him a wondering look, but shake my head. If you get past the bad posture, loudness, and constant cheerfulness he really isn't all that incredibly bad.

"I do believe it because here we are."

The three of us stand, looking up at the building. It's not like the apartment we lived in before, but I believe that is to be expected because we are now in Konoha and not Suna. It is a plain, four-story gray building with a maroon roof, the same maroon as the door of the Hokage's office. "Don't give the cat lady's cat ramen."

I blink a few times, startled at the boy's statement. "Why would you do such a thing?"

He shrugs. "I wanted to see what would happen. The cat just ate it, but the lady must have thought I was trying to poison it and beat me with a broom."

I stifle a laugh, "Uzumaki Naruto, you are a very odd shinobi."

"You better believe it!" he smiles to me. I see out of the corner of my eye my mother smile with him. I let my lips tug up a little bit, but not too much that it could be considered a smile. Kunoichi don't smile.

*covers head with a hard covered book* I am ready for the complaints and what not... Just nothing with fire because, c'mon, this is a book. XD