Hello, my name is Deidara and right now I am cornered by death with blonde hair.
"Have mercy!" I begged. I had never felt so pathetic in my entire life. A man should not have to fear a woman like this! Why, why did she have to join the organization?! Does God just hate me or something? What have I done to deserve this? I mean besides blowing people up, killing the innocent, and abandoning my village, I'm a really good guy!
"Please, it was an accident, hmm!"
She set her cold glare on me, sharp icy blue eyes cutting into my soul, "Oh, I have no doubt in my mind that it was most defiantly an accident." The tone she held was light, but insanity lay just beneath it. Her left hand held tightly onto the small towel hugging her wet skin, while the other was occupied by the large crescent-moon scythe that threatened to slice through me like warm butter, "No… it's not you're fault at all... but I still need to beat the living shit out of you in order to knock out those pictures that surely are right now crossing your mind!" She swung faster than a civilian could blink, aiming for the Family Jewels. I only just barely managed to avoid castration via scythe.
Running down the labyrinth of tunnels, I turned without thinking; escape was the only thought that processed in my mind.
There's a reason why she was allowed into the Akatsuki, despite not having a ring. She, as well as her teammate, were strong, clever, and didn't hesitate to kill for sport. They were practically made to be here.
But still...
I ducked and rolled out from under the five-foot blade that nearly had my head. I need to do something, and fast. I can't die yet, not like this.
"Odette..." came a sickeningly sweet voice. Said girl stopped mid-swing, centimeters from my... my—well, you know...
"What do you want Odile?" she said, eyes still glued to me, pinning me in place, "If you haven't noticed?—I'm little busy."
"No, I can see that, but if you follow through with it, Leader will be angry." Odile was right and Odette knew it. Does this mean my life has been spared? Or more importantly: my Man-hood?
"That matters because...?" She retorted with a hint of sarcasm.
Oh dear lord, have mercy...
"Ignore him, he isn't worth the trouble. Come, we have a mission." I heard footsteps walking farther down the hall. No one had ever seen Odile; she kept to herself and stayed in the shadows.
"AHG!" she yelled in frustration. Spinning her scythe around, she hit me with the end of the staff.
I hurt.
I hurt everywhere. When a guy gets hit there the pain doesn't just stay in one place. It slowly spreads up, and settles there, refusing to leave.
Why? Why did she have to join this evil organization?