I woke up screaming. Tears were streaming down my face as I choked back sobs. These nightmares have been plaguing my sleep for the last three years, causing me to wake up in a cold sweat and my neighbors to pound on the door to see if I was being brutally murdered. Though tonight, there was no one trying break down my door. They must have finally realized that these nightmares weren't going to stop anytime soon... That and the fact they weren't going to get a front row seat to my untimely demise. Have I mentioned that my neighbors are a bunch of sadistic assholes? No, they weren't concerned for my well being if that's what you thought. I guess I should be thankful though, at least I live next to psychotic serial killers. My best and only friend, Sarah, lives across the hall from the town pervert. I feel so bad for her sometimes, but not bad enough to switch rooms.
Here I am ranting and raving and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Misty, short for Mysteria. I am self-named. Don't ask why, cause I ain't telling. I am 18 years old and live in the crappy suburbs of Chicago. I am a natural blonde, but I dyed my hair purple. Wanna know why? Just for the hell of it. I have bright green eyes that look kick-ass with my hair color and pale complexion. I have a few tattoos; one of a wolf on my left shoulder, a big ass phoenix on my back, and the name of my shitty ex-boyfriend right above my bra line. His name was Lincoln, but everyone called him Link cause he hated his presidential moniker. Not that I ever gave a damn.
I got up slowly and looked over towards my clock. '4:26', it read. Might as well get up, knowing me, my insomnia won't let me sleep. I slowly pulled myself from underneath the covers and rested my feet upon the crappy wooden floors. I slowly padded my way into the bathroom, wincing at the feeling of the cold tile floor that was stinging my toes. I reached over and flipped on the light switch before they came flickering on overhead. I looked myself over in the mirror eyeballing my tear stricken face. I looked like a freaking pathetic baby. I am not a baby, I am a freaking warrior! Except for the time my hamster died, but we're getting off subject! Suddenly a shadow loomed over me. I immediately grabbed my knife from under the counter and brought it towards their neck in one swift motion.
"Misty..." A low voice grumbled. Recognizing the voice, I quickly retracted the knife. I forgot that I had Pein over last night. Before you guys get confused, we are not dating. We are more like friends with benefits. Lets just say that he's fun to play with, plus it gets me bonus points with the boss. He has a girlfriend named Konan, but if she ever found out what we've been doing... Lets just say its not a pretty picture. She's freaking scary!
He stepped into the bathroom with only a pair of boxers on, which was a big step for him considering he rarely put clothes on the morning. He grabbed my brush and began brushing out his orange hair to rid himself of evidence of what had happened the night before. We were silent the entire time, like it is every morning we're together. Our relationship is strictly business, I am just his mistress on the side, which means no lovey dovey talks or caring gestures, which I'm fine with. The idea of a long term relationship makes me cringe, the only time I've been in one was with Lincoln... Douche bag.
He left the bathroom as I began to apply my makeup, curving my eyeliner to perfect a cat eye. I heard the door shut, signalling his departure. I finished applying my makeup and fluffed up my hair. I looked at my appearance, satisfied with my look. I walked out of the bathroom and towards my dresser, pulling out a pair of black jeans and a Harley Davidson tank. I slipped them on, and then added my accessories. Which included a pair of biker gloves, a couple golden chains, and my leather jacket. I laced up my combat boots and put in my lip ring.
I slowly opened my door, letting it slam behind me, and walked out into the hallway. Everyone else was probably asleep at this hour, so I wouldn't have to worry about bumping into anybody. I made my way to Sarah's room, and walked in, not bothering to knock. She was asleep, naked I might add, tangled in the arms of another blonde. I walked over till I was at the foot of the bed, a smile spreading on my face.
"Sarah, I didn't know you were a lesbian!" I yelled out, causing both to jump up. The blanket slid down the strangers chest, revealing her... Err his abs... Oops.
"I am not a girl un!" He shouted out seemingly quite pissed.
"Sorry about that Dei but the hair could've fooled me." I said while smiling cheekily, causing him to glare at me. He scoffed and walked into the bathroom. Once he was out of earshot, I whipped my head around to glare at Sarah.
"So I see that Deidara is your latest boy toy." I said with malice. I told Sarah that I didn't want her messing with Deidara. Sarah is one of those people who would love them and leave them, and I specifically told her not to do that to him. He was about the only person here who had any innocence at all.
"What I couldn't help it!" She said, trying to seem as innocent as possible.
"You can choose whether you sleep with someone or not, I am surprised you haven't gotten knocked up yet." I said, my glare intensifying into daggers.
"Says the one who's screwing Leader-sama." She said under her breath, not expecting me to hear it. I whipped my head around at that comment. She looked at me with a look of fear. She wasn't afraid of me, she was far from that. But she knew from the look on my face what I was going to do. I leapt at her and pinned her down, my fingers tickling her sides. She laid under me gasping for breath, her hands clawing at mine in hopes of me releasing my hold on her. But I had an iron grip. Suddenly, I heard someone gasp behind me.
I whipped my head around, seeing Deidara standing there with a shocked look on his face and his cheeks growing a deep crimson. His hand began pointing towards us. Was that a nosebleed? i looked down to see that I was straddling a seemingly naked Sarah, albeit a sheet was covering her mostly. I just shrugged my shoulders. Was it really that weird for a fully clothed best friend to straddle her not so clothed best friend in a tickle attack? I didn't think so... But apparently Deidara did. Poor kid, he's probably scarred for life. Oh well, it was bound to happen sooner or later... Apparently it was sooner. We sat there staring at one another for around five minutes until he broke the rather awkward silence. Ahh, I almost won that staring contest... Damn my luck!
"You guys are crazy." He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I sat on the bed next to Sarah, before she came and hugged me from behind. Her head resting on my shoulder.
"We're not crazy, she's insane and I'm psycho! Get it right!" She yelled out, a smile on her face. That's what I love about Sarah. She really is psycho! She was literately kicked out of an insane asylum because there wasn't anything they could do to fix her mental state. I wouldn't necessarily call myself insane but I'm definitely not normal. My craziness isn't really cool, but Sarah's insanity is awesome!
I got up from the bed and gave Sarah a kiss on the cheek. I made my way towards the door, sticking my tongue at the Deidara just to piss him off. I walked into hallway, closing the door behind me. It was pretty loud, signalling that the rest of the Akatsuki was awake. I made my way towards the lounge area when my nose picked up a heavenly scent. I made my way over towards the black haired weasel and stole his coffee while he was about to take a sip. I looked around for a place to sit, but saw that the only available seat was next to Hidan... No thank you... I plopped down own Itachi's lap, which didn't surprise him considering he was usually my personal stool. I began sipping MY coffee when I felt his hot breath on my neck as he moved towards my ear. My breath hitched, I mean, who's wouldn't?!
"You need to be quieter if you want to avoid being caught with Leader." He whispered into my ear as a blush made its way across my face. I forgot Itachi's room was right across from mine. At least I knew that Itachi could be trusted though, he wasn't a snitch like some people here. I shrugged my shoulders, what are you gonna do? Being Pein's personal skank had its perks and benefits, along with its flaws. Itachi moved his hands to my hips and wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing slightly.
I wonder how Leader would feel if he found out that he wasn't my only boy toy?
