The original title of this oneshot was The Akatsuki Whore, however I felt that it might have been a tad inappropriate for this site. Despite having that for a name there is no sexual content in this story- it is only implied. The story takes place in no particular time, but sometime before the time skip. I apologize for any OCC-ness, especially on Sasori's behalf. I wasn't entire sure how he would act in some situations.
Rating: M for implied sexual content, adult themes, and minor language
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any shape or form. The only thing I do own is Aika...
My eyelids fluttered open; my vision focused to see the tanned skin of Sasori. I didn't really remember falling asleep, especially not on his lap. I could feel his arms brushing up against my ribcage as he worked on his puppets. My legs parted at his stomach and hung at either side of him, my toes barely touching the floor. The tip of my nose was touching the crook of his neck, and I took the chance to snuggle deeper into him for warmth.
"You're awake." I smiled into him before unfolding my arms from between our bodies and wrapping them around his torso in a loose hug. "How long was I out?" He put whatever he was working on down and placed his hands on my hips. "Half an hour." I suppressed a yawn as I pulled away from him slightly to see his seemingly expressionless face. But, I knew better. Beneath his blank façade he was smirking.
"You overwork yourself Sasori-kun." He rolled his eyes before removing his hands from me and picking up his tools once more. I guess he really didn't care about my opinion on the matter, since he knows it annoys me when he works on his puppets too much. But, then again, I know that I annoy him when I get into an overly flirtatious mood (which ironically is nearly every night, and he works nearly every night), yet I do it anyways.
He also knew that I would get bored very quickly, unless I was still tired- which I really wasn't. I sighed to try and stop myself from becoming irritated. "Sasori-kun are you mad at me?" He glanced into my eyes for a split second before getting back to whatever he was doing, "No, why?"
I ran my fingers along the hem of his organization jacket. "You just seem annoyed with something." He pulled his hands away from his puppet, since he knew I was going to get off of his lap. I don't know what it was about Sasori, but he could some how read me like a book, almost like I was one of his puppets.
After sliding off of his lap, I stood beside him, "I'll see you later." I kissed his cheek lightly before leaving his little workshop. Stubborn man, he should take a break. I've known Sasori the longest out of all the men in the Akatsuki, after all, he was the one who brought me here.
I think he'd rather us be together, but my personal faults have caused us to not be in a formal relationship with just each other. I only wish that it didn't bother him as much as I think it does- even if he'll never show me. We just have that sort of connection, where we can tell what's on one another's minds.
I know it's not fair to him, but these matters rarely are. My brother says I was blessed with too much love. My father says I'm just a slut. Sasori says I'm complicated. But, all Deidara ever says is that I'm kawaii. I think he only says that though is cause we're like each other's play things. We rarely even have sex, just participate in 'erotic play' as Alex Huxley would put it. I love him almost as much as I love Sasori, but it's a different relationship entirely.
"Oi, Aika-chan! Where have you been, un?" I smiled brightly at the blonde, "I was keeping Sasori-kun company as he worked." I guess that's what you could call it. I could tell he was going to go to bed soon, by the look on his face. But he seemed to ignore his own sleepiness as he wrapped an arm around my waist and lead me down the hallway. My smile faded into a nearly blank expression. "Deidara-kun, if you're tired you should go to bed."
He shook his head as he turned into a random room which happened to be his own. "I refuse to go to sleep until you spend the night with me again, un." I really wasn't in the mood for sex tonight, especially with a hyperactive blond. "Gomen nasai, but I promised Itachi-san I'd stay with him tonight." His face fell a little too dramatically.
"Aww but Aika, you haven't slept with me in months, yeah!" I fought the urge to roll my eyes, "You know I can't break a promise, especially not one with Itachi-san." He let out a sad sigh, "Alright, but will you at least stay with me tomorrow night, hm?" To tell you the truth, I wasn't really sure if I wanted to accept is offer but you can't just say that to a person like Deidara. "Sure thing, Dei-kun."
I exited the room before I could tack on I give you my word, because if I did then I wouldn't be able to weasel my way out of it tomorrow. I never break a promise, not to anyone. Everyone here knows that, and some of them even use it to their advantage. I try not to let that bother me though, since I guess it is my own fault for being so...friendly with everyone.
Itachi was taking off his cloak when I entered his room. He turned to see me, his black eyes boring holes into my chocolate ones. At once I regretted going in there, as he advanced on me. As I said before, I wasn't tired but I didn't want to have sex either. As Deidara is hyperactive in bed, Itachi is rough.
He shoved me against the wall, kissing down my neck. I wanted Sasori then, to protect me, though I needed no protection. Itachi frightened me when he was horny. His emotionless stature turned aggressive and possessive. Sometimes I wonder if he thinks about his brother when he's like this. I wonder if he loves him as much as he loves our time together.
***
Sasori hunted Deidara down, being obviously aggravated. He knew his partner well enough to see when he wanted to mess around with the Akatsuki Whore- not that he liked calling her that, as he found her title highly distasteful, but lacked another name for her position. She was neither his girlfriend, nor his friend. His lover, perhaps, but she was everyone's lover. Which he hated. He wanted her all to himself, but didn't want to push her away. No, he loved her too much to hurt her.
When the puppet master had gotten to the bubbly blond's room, he could tell that he was asleep. Aika mentioned Itachi earlier. She must be with him, Sasori thought as he cursed under his breath. He could pull her away from Deidara, but not from Itachi. Not without consequences. True, he was almost certain stronger then the kid, but wasn't up for a fight. He didn't want to show Aika that he cared about her- I mean really cared. She knows he feels for her, as she feels for him too, but not as much as he really does.
In reluctance he walked outside of Itachi's door, listening closely to hear the soft grunting sounds coming from the Uchiha and light, delicate moans of his infatuation. The nukenin grimaced, wishing it was him instead and that the Uchiha had never joined the organization in the first place. He knew his flower would not want to do anything for a couple days. Itachi usually hurt her. Not badly, but just enough to make her want to stay away from any sort of play for a while. At least she is a fast healer.
***
I bit my bottom lip as Sasori examined me. He was beyond angry and walking along the line of thoroughly pissed off. My legs were shaking in the stirrups as he let out a growl. "I'll kill him." His temper seethed as he tried to stop the bleeding, "I'll fucking kill him."
"Sasori-kun....it's ok." I held back a whimper as he kissed me down below. The puppet master's subtle sweetness returned, his face morphing back into the laid back one that seemed to be permanently stuck there. "Leader-sama sent him and Kisame-san on a mission this morning."
Pein was by far the best in bed. I'd only slept with him twice, and that was while Sasori and Deidara were on a mission. He watched over me while my true lover was out and about. In fact, if I hadn't already had sex with him, I'd say he was like a father figure.
He let out a deep sigh, taking my legs down off their metal harnesses and putting my underwear back on gently. He kissed me again, making me smile, "Sasori-kun..."
"Hm?" He leaned over on top of me, my inner thighs brushing against his hips, "Don't be mad."
Sasori smiled ever so lightly, kissing my neck in content. I could tell he was still peeved at the Uchiha and knew that he wouldn't show his obvious annoyance with me. He laid there for a moment, breathing in my scent. Something was bothering him, something other then what had happened. I wanted to ask, but withheld the urge as to not bother him even more. "I want you to stay in my room until you're fully healed, Aika-chan."
I frowned slightly, he rarely called me Aika-chan. It used to be the only way he'd say my name...until I started sleeping with the other members. It made me sad, but he didn't notice. "Dei-kun wanted me to-"
"No." His voice make me shiver, the cold hard tone making me want to slither out from under him. He noticed this, and regretted speaking in such a manner. "Not until you're better." I let out a pent up breath, doing my best not to hurt him even more.
"I'm sorry Sasori-danna." Sasori got off of me, turning his back upon me. His heated voice returned almost instantly, "Don't call me that." I shuddered again, however this time he didn't see it. "Go to my room. Don't leave."
I got up and left the room which had been deemed my examination room. Every now and then Sasori would check me out to make sure I was alright. I suppose being promiscuous has its set backs.
***
Sasori stayed behind, staring passively at his reflection in the mirror. He knew he should clean up the blood from his flower's innards, but that was one of the farthest things from his mind at the moment. That damned Uchiha had practically raped her, tore her apart from the inside out. She didn't fight back. She couldn't fight back.
His fists clenched as he left only when he was sure she was gone. He didn't want her to see him like this. He didn't want to scare her again. Indeed the look on her face when he snapped at her nearly killed him inside. She should be afraid of Itachi, not him. He would never hurt her on purpose. Unless, of course, he had to.
The nukenin's scowling face morphed back into its natural form. Apathetic. Calm. Blank. His eyes melted back to red coals, no longer on fire with hatred towards his counterpart. He looked almost doll-like, a feature he learned to love and loathe. I'll turn him into a puppet, he spat at himself venomously inside. He should have stopped him. He should have saved her.
***
I sat on Sasori's bed with the utmost sadness dwelling in my eyes. It had been awhile since he had acted so ill towards me, and the thought of him being upset with me made my heart ache.
My mother was a whore. That's where I learned it from. The only kind of relationship I ever saw was one where one woman would have dozens of partners, even after choosing a lifelong suitor- my father. From observing her I was taught the ways of a tramp. I hated all the terms given to me. I hated who I was. But, it is all I've ever known.
Amazingly I have never been pregnant. I believe there may be something wrong with my reproductive tract, as my cycle is sporadic and comes and goes as it pleases. It must be punishment for being a slut. That's what my father calls my mother and me. The term cuts me deep every time. Whore I can manage, for it doesn't come off as insulting most of the time; but the "s-word" just sends me down for the count.
No one here has called me that, and why would they? I was their true free source of sex. No strings attached. I came when they wanted me, I left when they didn't. No small talk, no inner-personal relationship. Just raw sex, the thing every man dreams of. The thing only whores like me will give.
My pelvis and nether regions still ached, pulsating in the heat of dried blood. I laid back on his soft bed, closing my eyes in weariness. Outside I could hear people murmuring. It was most likely Sasori and his partner. He was probably warning Deidara to stay away from me, like I was his property. Whore's aren't owned unless they're prostitutes, and though I had considered the career many times before, I never sought after it.
The voices died off. They must have left. I sighed in dismay, wanting to be near Sasori again. I loved him dearly, but had no clue on how to show it. I withheld the information in fear of rejection. The puppeteer cared for me, that much was certain, but just how much? More then the others, certainly, as he didn't use me for sex. We acted on it more frequently then Deidara and I, but less so then any other member I would allow to touch my body.
I could hear Hidan outside the door now, Sasori was back and this time his voice was colder then ever. I stood up and crept towards the door to hear them arguing over me. He must want to include me in one of his rituals again... Normally Sasori wouldn't have cared, he would have let me go, but since I was still bruised and bloodied from Itachi- he refused to let the overly religious immortal near me.
Maybe Sasori-kun does love me. Maybe it's more then the obvious bond from being together for so long. I smiled lightly at the thought, scrambling away from the door as it opened. Just before he closed the door, I saw Hidan's painted face mouthing at me to come to him later on that night. Honestly, I would have. His rituals are usually fun. It's like a way of punishment for all the people I've hurt. A way to reconcile with my inner demons.
"Since when do you follow the Jashin religion?" His voice was numb. Monotonous. It held no true emotion, as he opened the drawer to his desk to select a few tools out of it. My frown returned as I stood there awkwardly, "....I don't....he just needs me sometimes..."
Sasori didn't say anything, rather he pulled out a small marionette and began to carve into it. I bit my lower lip, staring at him with the same lonesome look. I knew he could feel me staring at him, but he ignored me, sitting down and digging deeper into the wood until it splintered.
The crack made me flinch, however the puppeteer didn't notice. He did, however, curse under his breath at the thing. After a moment of arguing with myself, I went over to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. "Sasori-kun...I am...ok."
He tensed before going back to work. I recoiled from him, hanging my head in defeat. If he loved me. He'd accept me. But he doesn't. "Why are you crying?"
His voice was still hollow, it lacked care. Care that I wanted from him, needed. I sniffed in disparity, trying hard to stop the tears from spilling out my eyes, "I am...not crying." My voice cracked so hard it made my throat hurt. The inside of my nose tickled from trying to keep quiet.
"You are shedding tears, therefore you are crying." I closed my eyes tight and went back to biting my lip. I wanted to curse at him, spill everything out. I wanted to apologize for being a whore. I wanted to die.
My eyes snapped open in fright, as my jaw went slack. Sasori glanced over his shoulder to stare at the odd expression. I want to die. I hate my life. I am alone. Alone.
He stood up in confusion, but hid the emotion from his face. I stepped back as he approached me, drops of saline leaking out from the corners of my eyes. He came towards me, making a squeak release from my throat. "You have no reason to cry."
A piercing scream erupted from deep within me. Sasori jerked away at the crude sound. I continued to cry out until Deidara ran in to see what was wrong. "Sasori-danna, what did you do to Aika-chan?!" His partner shrugged nonchalantly as the blond embraced me tightly.
***
Silence echoed in the room. Other members were outside to see what was going on with their fuck buddy. Deidara picked up my shaking body and took me away from the room. The missing nins in the hallway stared at me, but I couldn't see them. My eyes were squeezed tight once more, my body curled into the chest of one of the smaller Akatsuki member.
"Sasori-danna, what did you do to Aika-chan?" The question resounded in his head. What had he done? The events leading up to the grueling scene played over and over in his head. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even figure out why she was crying in the first place. After all, he ignored her simple comments all the time and it's not like this is the first time she got on his nerves.
Sasori let out a perplexed sigh. If this is what he got for protecting her, then he wouldn't do it again. If she loved him she'd be able to see why he acted to rude towards her...If she loved him. She'd accept him. But she doesn't.
Well that's it. A little on the short side, but that's okay. I wrote the rough draft about a year ago and have been playing around with it since. A part of me wanted to continue and make it into a full story, however, it seems I am unable to connect all the plot points in my head...so for now, I'm afraid this remains just a oneshot.
Update- I have decided to continue this story as a serious of oneshots. The chapters may or may not be connected in relation to time, however chapters two and three will probably be the most connected chapters as I broke down one event into two chapters.
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