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1: Interrogation
I am watching, and I think she knows im watching
She has to know im watching, she's always known even from the day she swormed the Akatsuki base by herself. From the moment she cut through my roots before it even had a chance to reach her. Without a second thought with out even a flinch. I must admit it took me by surprised. Not only raiding the base alone but also detecting me as if I were a kid fresh out of the academy. That ballsy move alone put her as a considered candidate as an Akatsuki member though that wasn't her initial plan im sure.
Never the less, she is here now, assigned as my new partner just nearly 2 months ago and still holding the same blatant disregard as to who and what she's become partner to as many have not with my appearance and personality, but she is no stranger to oddities herself. As I said before, I am watching her. Her back turned towards me as she is sitting in the center of the bed, legs folded wearing nothing more than the black brief shorts. Her clothes neatly folded on the night stand beside the bed. She is pulling the long strands of white hair into a uncaring messy bun. Her skin is so pale im sure I could lose her hands through her hair if it weren't for the nail polish neatly covering her nails. The moon is shining in through the window. Only a little of its light reaches her, but its enough to see that her skin, as well as a few strands of hair that didn't make it to the bun are almost reflective to the lunar brightness. Hair now pulled away, its easy enough to see her back. It's quite fascinating to witness. Like this she reminds me of one of the portraits of a geisha pulling her kimono down simply because her curves mimic the same as those iconic figures of beauty. From her neck to the very start of her hips it is well shaped and defined. The well sculpted frame of a kunochi with experience despite her young appearance. Muscular toned placed where it should be but still delicate to the female body.
I am watching, and she knows
Her head turns, now looking at me over her shoulder. Her expression, there is none. Just a straight face as her light yet deep grey eyes connect with mine.
"Are you just going to stare at me all night or what?"
Her tone is no more than casual as I assumed it shouldn't have been the first time I began to watch her. Then I wasn't making myself as obvious as I am now, but this is the first time she's actually said something about it.
"I am fascinated."
My more calm, rational black has responded and so was the truth, I was fascinated by many things like as to how she allowed me to study her for so long without bringing it up, how she was so comfortable with simply undressing as if I weren't there, and to how on earth her and the loud mouth Jashinist were ever siblings.
"How the hell are you and Hidan related?"
The other half blurted out with no problem but it's a question that has been lingering in my mind for sometime. Going back to the day she made her way to the base, it was a little difficult to find the connection. When she attacked who ever forced themselves to her, she held back nothing, or so im assuming. There was no hesitation, no mercy or compassion but then Hidan came. There was no more than a pause between them but within that pause both of their faces held shock, interest and if im not mistaken happiness. Though that quickly change with the appearance of the others. I was most certain that's what I saw.
Within her weeks of joining everyone had at least a bit of a noticeable difference to her presence, most noticeable Hidan and Itachi. Hidan was still his rude loud self but slightly protective? whenever Itachi would glance at Yocko. He would glare at him whenever he caught Itachi watching her. But in rationality she bares a Leaf Village headband and with their age merely a year apart, they must know each other somehow.
Though the real hint to her and Hidan's relationship didn't show until a week within our partnership. Our fourth mission together, track down and kill a traitor to us. It started automatically with a chase. Yocko had made herself known to the traitor. The occupation black cloak with red clouds was enough to make him turn and run for his life, though that wasn't very far. She was fast, too fast for the terrified man as he stumbled when she appeared in front of him. Even through his scared state him still decided to attack, drawing a small katana and running it through her stomach. I must admit once I saw this I simply shook my head. All the action she showed at the base simply wired from adrenaline and nothing more. A member wasted, yet to my surprise I heard a quint little sigh escaped her lips as she grabbed the still frightened mans trembling hand and pulled the weapon clear from her stomach. His eyes widened as she pried his fingers from the handle and threw the sword off to the side. Backing away, he watched as she stood unmoved and unphased by his cowardly attempt at escape. By this time I was still shocked myself, She hadn't even budged from her stance. What she did next is what put two and two together. She smirked and ran her untainted hand through her hair.
"Fuckin heathen dumbass."
Was all she said before grabbing the still awe struck man by the throat and snapping his neck clean. Just in that moment, from the moment her hair was pushed from her face, to the second the words left her lips I saw Hidan. The slicked back silvery white hair, the equally pale skin, the killer intent in their eyes to the tone they used whenever they truly found something stupid and felt the need to curse to emphasize that. Even the croaked smirk plastered on their face was the same. I watched as she dropped the lifeless body to the ground and stepped over it as if it were a fallen branch that lay in her way.
From that point on I have been in constant thought as to how those two could be related in any sort of way. Aside from physical similarities and the occasional personality flares, they were complete opposite besides just in gender.
She chuckled as she grabbed the towel that was folded neatly in her lap and draped it over her shoulders before turning around to face me. The towel fell low enough to just cover her breasts though for some reason im sure she would have turned around even without the towel. The front of her body was as I imagined it from examining her back. Stomach well toned in every angle down to her hips. Her legs from her thighs to her ankles were those of someone who did a lot of hand to hand combat involving their legs, but still kept the feminine aspect to them. This is the first time I've seen her almost completely undressed and have been able to truly notice her form without the cloak or annoyance of clothing. Im still not sure if like her brother, she prides herself in keeping her body in what Hidan would like to call 'perfect condition'. If she did, she was doing a good job of it.
She stared at me for a moment, making the silence in the room a little heavier. Before finally speaking she leaned back on the palms on her hands, lightly running her nails along the thin blanket.
"Are you fascinated by me, or by the fact that Hidan is my older brother?"Once again her tone was calm yet curious
"A bit of both."
She cocked her head to the side, I suppose waiting for a better answer than the one given
"I mean what is wrong with you. I've been watching you for at least three weeks now and you haven't said a thing until tonight."
She laughed then leaned forward allowing her elbows to connect with her knees. I've heard her laugh before but so far this is the first time I've heard her sound generally amused.
"What's so funny?"
"You...you're oddly interesting beside the whole cannibal man plant thing. You've been 'observing' me for about three weeks and you're asking me what's wrong with me? I should be asking you that question."
She had a excellent point. I have indeed been watching her, first out of confusion. The first day we were assigned to each other she gave me a warning.
'If you dare try as little as bite me, I will cut you up into fertilizer.'
There was no fear as she stared me straight in the face. Her face was blank but her eyes showed the seriousness that she would actually do it without a moments hesitation. That is what confused me, the no fear. The attitude of me being noone more than any other person. Then came the curiosity. She never had looks of disgust or disapproval whenever I was to partake in the consumption of a former member. She only watched to figure out how long it would take me to finish. Soon after the fascination set in. Putting in all the information of her together into one form brought on the over whelming feeling to know more. To study and figure out what secrets she hid. So I began to watch her. Her movements, slight shifts in emotions and so on, but she didn't show much to retrieve answers from.
"I have questions."
She quirked an eyebrow but then shrugged
"Naturally." She brought her hands to her chin and laced her fingers together before supporting her head on them and waiting for the first question
"Do you practice Jashinism?"
Short and simple, an easy start. It took a minute before she unfolded her legs and got to her feet, standing in front of the night stand where her clothes rested. She dug around in the pouch she kept tucked away only she knows where then pulled out a small black box and popped it open. She turned and showed me the contents. The moonlight catching the well kept silver Jashin pendent that lay inside.
"Unlike my brother I don't preach about it daily, not that I don't take pride in our religion, but he shows it more than I do. You don't have to yell Jashin's name in order for him to hear you."
She stares at the pendent as she speaks, a look of almost longing forgivness to either give to or receive from someone. Closing the box and placing it back in the pouch after finishing her explanation, she leans against the stand and crosses her arms across her stomach. "Go on."
"Why are you so...comfortable with your 'surroundings' so unthreatened"
She looked at me and chuckled, understanding what I meant by surrounds.
"It's simple. There have been stranger things I've come across believe it or not. And given my state I guess you could call it, it will take a little bit more than a cannibalistic walking plant to scare me...besides im sure if you really wanted to try and eat me you would have done so, though you know that I will go through with what I said about being worm food."
By the end of her sentence she had made her way back to the bed, pulling back the blanket, ready to climb in.
"I have one more question."
She gave a half hearted shrug as she sat down, pulling the blanket to her chest before throwing the towel off to the corner of the room.
"You say you're a Jashinist...so does that also mean you take pain as pleasure as well?"
The look on her face is too easy to read and almost comical. She stares at me, eyes wide from shock from what I assume not only the question but by the fact that im asking it in the first place, but the shock is quickly replace with an expression of uncertainty. I wait patiently for her to respond but not sure if im going to get my answer as she begins to settle under the blanket more and lay on her side, back facing me. I was a second away from leaving before she finally answered
"If you mean am I as sick and twisted as my brother...then yes. We are siblings after all."
The response sends a slight shiver down my spine for some reason and as not bother her, I slip out of the window so she can fall asleep with no problem. So far, I am satisfied with what I have been told, but im sure as the days go on more questions will arise. If I don't manage to get my head cut off, I will continue to feed my growing fascination, since it seems to be the only way to describe what this is that compels me to become so driven to figure this woman out.
I will watch her, and she will let me.
Welp, that's the first chapter, hope you enjoyed, the next chapter I hope I'll get up fast enough, but please do leave reviews, like to know what I can do to make this better =)