Akatsuki's Subordinates
by
Yori-Sama
A/N: Okay, folks! Let me warn you since now that my story will contain a lot of OC's. I would not have made as many as I did if it were not absolutely mandatory for my story line, and do not worry! Not all of them are going to be girls. I actually spent a lot of time designing them in both the physical and mental department. They even have their own unique backgrounds. First, however, we will meet the ladies, which are all from Konohagakure. I do not own Naruto! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Ah, Snap
I was nervous. Okay, so maybe a little more than nervous. Maybe I was "shish-in-my-pants" nervous. So what? You would be, too, if this had happened to you! You know what? Let me just start from the beginning.
So I was walking down the old pathway to Konoha, minding my own business, when I notice two figures in the distance. One was a tall man with long, blond hair, and the other was a blazing redhead whose hair was untamed. Both of the men were cloaked, with a design that seemed to ring a bell, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it reminded me of.
"Ah... just... flipping awesome. I told you to take care of it, Deidara! What the hell?" The red-head hollered. The other turned around angrily, his hair flying in every direction. Now, I know I have seen him around before, but where? I thought.
"Well excuse me for saving both our asses from some stupid ANBU, hm!" The blond shot back. "We almost blew our cover!"
I immediately froze in my tracks and signaled for the others to stop as well. Our squad had been out on an S-ranked mission in the Sound Village, investigating what we believed was Orochimaru's hideout. When we arrived there, however, it seemed recently abandoned. Stupid Sasuke, I remembered thinking. It's all because of him that we had to go on this mission. I never liked the brat, and I had no idea why all the girls liked him anyway, so maybe I was being biased. I mean, I also agreed with his decision to run away. After all, you could only achieve so much when you are forced to abide by all the rules.
I quickly pushed those thoughts aside as I focused on our new task: reporting to Lady Tsunade. This, however, was standing in our way. We could not just let them do as they pleased. They were definitely up to something. I was thinking of maybe closing in underground using an earth type jutsu. I could finish this without much fuss...
"Hold it right there, you two!" Haruko yelled at the top of her lungs. Great, I thought. There goes my plan.
Unsheathing her two swords, she charged forward forward at full speed. There was no chance for much else. The rest of us, red in the face with embarrassment for our teammate's stupidity, joined her. Mizune unsheathed her two chained katanas, Yuukimimaru brought out her fan, Mai released her pole, and I formed blades at the sides of my arms out of earth chakra as weapons. We all charged at them from different directions. Both men turned to us, their faces filled with exasperation, but it soon turned to interest.
"Yo, Danna! Do you think these ninja will be as weak as the others, hm?" I heard the blond say. "These might just do." The other responded.
I felt a confused look spread across my face, but I decided to consider their words later. I aimed for the blond and attempted to slash at his face. His ice-blue eyes focused on me, and he threw a small clay bird in the air.
Ah, snap! I realized with shock. This was Deidara of the Akatsuki we were dealing with. I recognized his beautiful clay works of art at first sight. This is what had inspired me to form my own jutsus. He was just so amazing to me! I know that, as a Konohagakure jounin, I should be ashamed of myself for admiring an S-ranked criminal, but I'm not, and why should I? Many people look up to the ANBU, and they, themselves, are responsible for horrible deeds.
I quickly dodged before it exploded. Well,I thought. He wants to play like that, does he? I put my hands together and formed a bird of pure chakra. My explosives were similar to Deidara's, but I required no clay. This seemed to catch his eye.
My chakra bird exploded with a loud "bang", creating a massive crater in the battle field. The noise must have alerted nearby ninja, because I heard far-off voices. Deidara had managed to dodge, but very narrowly. His cloak was slightly singed.
His eyes were wide with amusement, and a smile was creeping up on his lips. Through the haze that my explosion left behind, Deidara looked over to his partner, nodded, and said, "Are you ready, Sasori no Danna, hm?" I noticed that he had his hands put together, and was now molding something.
"Of course." Sasori responded simply, pulling out a scroll and scooping up what looked like a pile of wood. "I'm always ready, dimwit. Just don't kill them."
My teammates were on either side of me, waiting for what was about to happen. All of them were fired up. Haruko was literally on fire, as it danced around her body. Water was twisting rapidly in the form of chains around Mizune, and wind was rotating around Yuukimimaru, her giant, white and blue fan at ready. Mai was at my right, lightning coursing through her veins and onto her weapon. I was surprised that her purple skirt and short top didn't burn up, let alone all that mesh material and thigh-high boots covering the rest of her body. The only thing that seemed affected by her lightning chakra in her body was her waist-length, light lavender hair, which she swore was natural. Most of it was on end in the back.
That was beside the point, however. I brushed my golden brown bangs out of my face and straightened my glasses. My hair was short, but it still managed to find ways of giving me hell!
Before I could fully brace myself for what was about to happen, I saw a blinding flash. Dang it, I thought. I was too late. I had planned to instruct Mai to set up a lightning type barrier to block Deidara's attack. His chakra was earth: weak against lightning. I knew this much about him from constant research on my idol. What? That's not considered stalking when you're a ninja! That's research! Oh, no. Now I sound like Jiraya.
My eyes widened in complete awe. It was just so overwhelmingly beautiful how his art so closely resembled life. It was so fleeting, so fragile, but could still leave its mark that it did, in fact, exist. The next moment, however, was spent in utter darkness.
A/N: So, yeah! Reviews are very welcome. If you have any suggestions, I will be glad to consider them! Thank you for reading!