Bright lights flashed and music pounded. The whole situation was a pain to Hidan. Of course, he normally loved the club scene. Girls, booze, the music. It really relieved his head after all the irritating and usually blasphemous missions the Akatsuki put him to.
Tonight was different. He was at the club with Akatsuki...on a mission apparently. "Meeting a possible member" was at least how Leader-Sama worded it. Kisame, Sasori...Leader. They were all just sitting there...waiting.
"What the hell is taking so long?" Grumbled Hidan to himself. "I can't believe this shit..."
Just as he was about to swear loudly and order another drink, a tiny cough interrupted his silent ranting.
"Er...um...can I get you guys anything?" Asked a quiet voice. Sasori glanced over at Kisame and smirked. This exchange caused Hidan to turn his head and glare at the person who had spoken.
It was a young woman who appeared to be in her late teens. Her hair was like spun gold that tumbled around her shoulders in delicate waves. She was thin, almost too thin, her ribs slightly visible through the shirt that clung to her small frame. The baggy pants she wore were too long for her legs and looked like they were falling off her hips. Most shocking of all though, were her eyes.
They were baby blue like the morning sky and had a soft, kind look to them despite the place she was in.
"Get me a pint of the strongest." Growled Kisame, his black eyes shifting back and forth like a nervous thief. Sasori kicked him under the table, but stared at the woman unblinkingly.
"The rest of us are fine." Said Leader calmly, unperturbed by her captivating beauty that was making Hidans mouth dry.
"Right. I'll be right back with that." She moved away from the table. Each one of her steps were followed by a clanking sound. A chain was wound tightly around her ankle, leading to a ring of steel attached to the wall. Blood dripped from her ankle.
Leader-Sama watched her movements with a studying look to his strangely patterned eyes. As she went to a bar alongside the wall, a fat man with small buggy eyes waddled over to her and ran his finger down the length of her thin arm. She cried out and slapped his hand away, only to be slapped in the face by the man.
The drink sloshed out of the glass and all over the bar, bringing tears of fear to the girls eyes. She grabbed a towel and hurriedly tried to soak it all up before anybody saw, but some of the other girls had tattled on her in order to have their chains loosened. The owner of the club came up behind her and beat her harshly, slapping her and punching her arms and stomach.
When he left, she sat against the wall for a few seconds, gasping for breath and crying silent tears. It was probably a good thing she didn't know that there had been witnesses to the attack. Every eye at the Akatsuki's tables was watching her sadly. Several more minutes passed, then she refilled the drink and walked back over to their table.
Hidan's crimson eyes watched her closely as she carefully placed the drink down on the polished table and slid it to Kisame with a guarded smile on her face.
"Here you go!" She waited expectantly as Kisame took his first sip and shrugged.
"Its good." He muttered.
"I added a little extra to the top for you." She smiled. "You're shinobi, so I figured you could use a pick-me-up." Flashing them all an extra smile, she turned and walked off, disappearing through a door in the wall.
"What a doll." Chuckled Kisame. He downed half the drink in two sips and slammed it back down onto the table. "And just in time...I think the shows about to start."
Down on the lowered section of the floor, spotlights were rolling around. The stage lights started to dim on, and several shadowed figures appeared on the stage.
"Presenting..." A voice thundered over the loudspeakers. "A new girl tonight boys...still...untouched." Hollers resounded through the room. "Lets see how this unfolds...drop the beat!"
Some of the more excited men whooped and looked around excitedly as the drum beat started pounding, and the singer took his place on stage. He started a fast song, and the girls on stage started dancing, but the crowd was silent.
There was a shout from backstage somewhere, and a tiny figure was pushed forcefully out onto the stage. The men all shouted excitedly as she struck a nervous pose, waiting for the singer to start his chorus.
Just as he did, the spotlight landed on her face, and Hidan's eyes widened. It was the girl from before, still chained, but looser. Once the music started picking up, her face and body relaxed and she placed her hands delicately on her hips.
As the next song began, she slowly walked off the stage into the crowd of full tables, and swung her hips with the first beat.
Up in the VIP section, the Akatsuki were all completely silent, even the normally raucous Hidan. None of them had ever seen a dancer as talented before.
Her hips twirled to a blur in perfect time with the drums, as her hands pounded out a separate rhythm. A look of pure joy spread across her face as the singer started a rap line and the other dancers kicked it up a notch.
She did a cartwheel in perfect tandem with the rest of the dancers and bounced up onto a table. The man at the table all fell off their seats as she stamped her feet on the wood kicked up beads of water.
As the other girls tried to copy her with little success, she leaped off the table and spun on her bare heels. Men had started reaching out their hands to touch her, and she hurriedly stepped up onto the VIP section.
Out of the corner of her eye, the girl saw the owner staring furiously at her and cracking his knuckles. She paled and teared up. As she continued to dance, she glanced over at the table she had just served, her eyes darting fearfully. Then, a tiny glint of gray metal caught her eye and she felt a glimmer of hope rise in her chest.
The song was over, and the owner was pushing his way through the crowds towards her, yelling all the while. She made a frantic lunge and managed to grab the edge of their table just as the man yanked on the chain.
"Please!" She gasped. "Please help me!"
The man yanked on the chain again and started roaring up the stairs to the VIP section. When he reached her, he slapped her across the face and kicked her in the side as she lay helplessly on the floor.
A hand on his arm stopped him from punching her again.
"How much?" Asked Leader-Sama. The man's eyes widened.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He roared. "She's gonna earn me money! No way in hell am I selling her to you!"
"I'll give you 5000 ryo." Leader-Sama insisted calmly. The man growled something under his breath and then loudly refused.
"5000." He repeated.
The man shook his head and pulled the woman up by her hair.
"Shion isn't for sale." He dragged her away, tears streaming down her face. "I'll deal with you later!" He hissed at her and threw her into the stone room that she slept in, just off the VIP section. Moonlight streamed in through the barred window, illuminating her pale skin, and the tears that glowed there.
For a few hours, Shion huddled against the cold wall of her tiny prison. She was shivering and in pain. The dark bruises stained her skin.
"I have to get out of here..." She whispered. "But how? If only I had a knife..."
Suddenly, Miraculously, a knife fell through the window and landed beside her hand. She laughed nervously at its close proximity to her fingers, and pulled it out of the dirt floor.
"Wow...this is weird." She whispered, then started trying to saw through her chains. After 5 consecutive minutes of hacking away, she dropped the blade and hunched over, ashamed of herself.
"I can't do it." She cried out. "I'm so useless!" A sudden thud startled her out of her reverie. A pair of feet were standing in front of her face, wearing black shinobi sandals with painted toenails.
"You need some help." Said a quiet voice. Shion's head flashed up, but the mans face was covered in shadow. All she could see was a shock of bright orange hair. He knelt down a few feet away from her and pushed a small pouch towards her.
"Now, listen. And listen carefully." He said softly. "Inside this bag is a box of pills. Take one! No more than that, then, follow the directions on the piece of paper...Good luck. Oh, once you get outside, look for a man with atrocious vocabulary...he will try and push you away, but just keep insisting, and he'll get you out of here."
Air slashed down, and Shion squeezed her eyes shut reflexively. Suddenly, the iron bands that had been around her ankles for months fell off.
"I-I can't walk anymore!" she whispered, tears starting to form.
"Just take the pill. Trust me." A hint of a smile appeared in the tone of his voice. After he had forcefully opened the door to her cell a crack, he turned back to her.
"You'll be fine."
"Thank you, whoever you are." Shion said softly. The man smirked, and with a flash of red and black, disappeared. "Wait!" She gasped, but the only sound was the cold air from outside whispering through the door. "Don't...leave..." With a grimace, she popped the tiny pill into her mouth and swallowed, she felt a sudden burst of energy, but something told her it wouldn't last long.
Using all the strength she could muster, she threw herself up and out into the corridor. It was empty, and a glimmer at one end caught her eye. As she drew closer, she saw words written on the wall in gold letters.
"This way!" She read aloud, then heard a surprised grunt from behind her.
"Hey!" Roared the man that kept all the girls chained up. "What the fuck are you doing free? Get the fuck back here!"
Whimpering and sobbing, Shion dashed around the corner and found the steel door wide open. She ran out into the night, her legs starting to shake.
"No!" Screamed the girl, and she ran headfirst into something. It was so...so solid! It felt like she'd run into a wall of stone! Clutching her head, Shion fell back onto the ground, crying.
"Hey, wait a second...you're that chick from the bar!" Eyes widening fearfully, she glanced up and gasped. It was the silver-haired man from the VIP section! His lavender eyes narrowed, then he raised up a fist and yelled right in her face,
"WHY...THE FUCK DID YOU RUN INTO ME!" He straightened his strange black cloak and then turned to her again. "You got dirt and SHIT all over me!"
For a moment, the horrifying memories off her months in the cell flashed before her eyes, then, her eyes started to shine with frantic excitement.
"Help me!" She gasped, leaping up again and running behind him. "Don't let him take me back!"
The man stared at her quietly for a moment, then he heard ragged breathing that wasn't hers, and looked up.
"Oh." He said casually. "Its that weird guy that smells like piss." Shrugging nonchalantly he started to walk away, but the woman let out a terrified wail and grabbed his sleeve.
"No, no, no!" She screamed desperately.
"No what?" He sighed, caught off guard by her pained cry.
"Don't leave me here! S-Save me! PLEASE!" As she let out her final screamed plea, Hidan roared jubilantly and pulled a tanto out from his cloak. Shion's last conscious memory was of the silver-haired men wrapped his arm around her waist and leaping to the rooftops, already running.
Ah Hidan ^-^ The only guy EVER to have pms?! teehee 3 well its gonna be a fun one to write :) plz review and I'll give a cookie!!!
