"Kakuzu~ Can't we take a break yet?" Hidan whined. We had only been walking for a couple hours but the glaring sun was relentless as it burned down on our backs. The long stretch of barren wasteland provided no protection from the suns rays. Even the sky had fallen prey and was now a washed out shade of light blue, more light than blue. On most occasions I would have snapped at Hidan to shut up or hit him but, I was feeling just as weary as the immortal brat.
"Yea, Kakuzu~",I mimicked Hidan, "It'll take less time in the long run if we stop now, and time is money." Hidan snickered as I quoted Kakuzu in my childlike voice. I smiled back at Hidan before I began to unbutton my cloak. "Too hot, too hot.." I mumbled to myself. The cloaks were nice, one of the only practical outfits people wore in this messed up world. What ninja would be caught dead in bright, flashy clothing? That'd just be ridiculous. However, the black cloth did little to keep you cool in the sun or under the radar in villages. I slipped my exceptionally thin arms out of the loose sleeves of the thick black cloak, the fabric rustling as it pooled at my feet. "Ah~", I sighed contentedly and stretched my arms above my head, arching my back and relishing the soft breeze that blew languidly against my bare stomach. Kakuzu looked back over his shoulder,
"Quit stopping. There's an outcropping of rocks up ahead. We can rest there." he growled out, his mask slightly muffling his annoyed tone. Hidan and I looked at each other, a crooked smile gracing my lips and shiteating grin plastered on his face. He held up three fingers and mouthed "Three," he dropped his pointer finger, "two," his ring finger followed, "one" his middle finger stood proudly as he flicked me off and then he took off running.
"Does no one use zero? Why does no one use zero?" I asked myself in annoyance, "Hey, you fucking bastard, you forgot zero!" I yelled at Hidan and sprinted after his retreating form. He cackled over his shoulder and I tucked my head and urged my legs to move faster. I caught up to him easily, receiving a scowl and another inappropriate hand gesture. I attached a chakra string to the back of his calf and tugged hard tripping Hidan and sending him sliding on his face in the dry dirt. My tongue stuck out past my lips, taunting him silently. Hidan threw a couple kunai at me and I leapt over one, ducked as the other came towards my face, and kept running but it was enough to slow me down and give him time to be back on my heels. We were about ten feet away from the outcropping and in a last ditch effort Hidan launched himself at my back and tackled me from behind knocking us both off our feet and into the air. We remained in the air for a good bit of time. He must have put a lot of back into that tackle. We landed right next to our goal. I didn't bother dodging his falling body and fell to the ground with him on top of me. He pushed himself onto his hands and knees but remained hovering over me. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked into his eyes. We were both panting heavily and wore matching idiotic grins. I put my finger to my lip and put on my best contemplating face.
"Hidan, I do believe you're coming on to me." I told him. He started with a snort that quickly became full deep laughter and I proceeded to wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzled my cheek against his while trying to suppress a violent fit of giggles.
Explaining my relationship with Hidan and the rest of the Akatsuki would probably be a good idea. So I'll give a quick summary. It prevents wild accusations from being made. (liek ohemgeeee you liek totally liek Hidan!) Fuck no bitch! Hidan is currently my best friend. We're as tight as two sadomasochistic homicidal maniacs can get! Which is pretty tight, mind you. There's nothing like the slaughter of masses to initiate bonding. I'm originally from Kirigakure and due to some particular mania inducing events I became one of the Mist's many missing-nin. I wandered around homeless and sick in mind and body before I managed to run into Konan and Pein. Konan took pity on my wretched state, and being the motherly person she is, nursed me back to health. It didn't take very long but during that short period of time I had become pretty close with the couple. They both shared my views on the world. "The world is full of evil, corruption, and misery. No human deserves the life they have. Some don't even deserve the blessing of death. I wish people would change but I know it's as impossible for them to change as it is for me to. We're only human by ourselves." is what I told him during one of our deeper late night discussions. He then told me of his plan, and I saw its solemn beauty. The next morning he offered a proposition I couldn't refuse, nor wanted to. Pein and Konan presented me to the rest of the Akatsuki later that day.
Deidara and I were attracted to each other right away. We sported eerily similar features. The only obvious differences are height (Deidara standing about 2.5 inches shorter than me) gender, and that my hair is short and therefore doesn't require a ponytail. My blue eyes are more grey than his pure cerulean. We clicked instantly and I now refer to him as Dei-Dei-nii-san and he simply calls me Shi-Shi (Thus the miniature clay shi-shi dog sculpture I received from him as a good luck charm before I left) Since I hang with Dei a lot, I've formed a leisurely friendship with his Danna (coughboyfriendcough). I get along really well with Itachi when I'm calm and he has a rather soothing affect on me so he helps keep my rage contained when I get flipped into a manic episode. Kisame is just a generally good friend but he also serves as my video game partner and drinking buddy. Tobi hordes the food to satisfy my sweet tooth when he's acting as Tobi. As Himself we have good debates and deep philosophical conversations. Zetsu and I have a mutual acquaintanceship. Neither of us are in the others presence long enough to form a real friendship. And Kakuzu...I hate that condescending, money-grubbing, asshat. Period.
Kakuzu finally made it to the outcropping of rocks and was met with loud laughs and higher pitched giggles. Oh, the migraine inducing sounds of happiness. He pinched at the bridge of his nose in annoyance and found me and Hidan rolling across the ground together locked in a hug, struggling for breath in-between the laughs. Kakuzu glowered down at us and kicked Hidan harshly in the ribs, knocking him off of me and into a rock. There was a sickening crunch as Kakuzu's foot made contact with Hidan's pale body. Hidan groaned and clutched at the lower ribs in his side.
"Fucker!" he managed to wheeze while glaring at Kakuzu who was ignoring him in favor of staring at me. The expression on his face as he looked at me made me both leap for joy of my accomplishment and stab him for being such a bastard. He was positively livid. My eyes narrowed defensively into a glare and my lip twisted up into a snarl as I bared my long, fang-like canines and growled low in my throat.
"Don't bare your mutated teeth at me. You're about as threatening as a cute kitten." he said and knelt between my legs. I could hear Hidan giggle and say, "You think she's cute!" under his breath. Grabbing me by my jaw, Kakuzu pulled my face closer to his and looked at me with scrutinizing eyes. ba-bump Oh shit. My heart was racing even faster as I felt his gaze move across my face. I hoped desperately that I was still flushed from the sun so he wouldn't notice the intense heat I could feel racing to my ears and cheeks turning them all a light pink. His eyes moved up to try and find mine, but I looked away, avoiding eye contact and tried to pry his hands off of me. But his hands were too big, and too strong, and too dry, and too rough with years of use, and too good against the soft skin of my face and neck. He forced me to look at him, our faces only a breath apart, noses nearly brushing. I looked at his masked face unable to make out any definite facial features before looking up into his eyes, trying to hide the nervousness that I was sure was showing in my own. I clenched my hand into fists as the trembling became violent enough to be noticeable, and finally attempted to return his stare. His eyes were beautiful. A familiar green that I couldn't quite pinpoint at first, not emerald, nor jade, it was more like...the sour green apple colour of my favourite candies, against bloody scarlet. Salty, metallic tang against crisp, bitter, sweetness. Suddenly, I wonder if that's what he tastes like. My breath hitched in my throat as that thought crossed my mind. Kakuzu suddenly pulled away and stood, making a sound of disgust and scowled at me as I began to sit up. Shit, he noticed. If not my blush then the loud unsteady beating of my heart or the way my eyes lingered on where his lips were concealed a second too long or-
"Is it really that hard for you to be near me?" he growled out low and full of menace, "Am I that fucking disgusting that you shake and your heart pounds? I could see the discomfort and the fear in your eyes." he stared down at me unblinking as I tried to respond but no words came out. I was in shock. In shock of just how wrong every one of those things had been taken. "Am I that much of a monster that you can't even look at me in the eye for more than a couple seconds?" he continued but his voice had dropped to barely above a whisper and it was clear he was talking more to himself than me as he looked away from me, redirecting his eyes to the ground and began to walk away. Well shit.
"Kakuzu..." I called his name softly and he hesitated as I stood to reach out to him. I gripped his hand loosely and turned him to look at me. Somewhere way in the back of my mind my pride was kicked as I was forced to look up at him who stood a good head taller than me. But that was in the very, very back of my mind right now. "Kakuzu," I said speaking gently, trying to find his eyes. I pulled my right hand back and slapped him hard when I did. A stinging red handprint was left on his visible skin when I removed my hand, dropping it to my side.
"You are NOT a monster." my tone was harsh and full of power. What I spoke was the truth and he better damn well accept that truth. "I'm not scared of you either and you don't disgust me in any way except your stupid obsession with money. And, well, the shaking and pounding heart was just because I was nervous...I'm not used to being that close to...uhm...people... it was just nerves you saw. I wasn't uncomfortable, not like that." I attempted to explain but the more nervous I got, I was forced to duck my head and hide behind my bangs lest the glaring blush be seen. The statement would have been complete and true had I said what part of me wanted to say. "...people that I'm attracted to." Kakuzu grabbed my jaw again and forced my head up. My eyes instantly darted away from his face to avoid my thoughts wandering into the unknown depths of fantasy. I felt him tense as a low growl resonated from deep within his throat. I looked at his face cautiously, imagining the slight ripple of muscle under tanned skin as he clenched his jaw, the slight bob of his Adams apple as he growled, his thin tempting lips pressed into a tight line the corners tugged down slightly, making it a frown. I tried to imagine one of those corners tugging upwards into a gentle smile, imagined his delicious eyes curving just a bit with that smile. If only. He huffed at me and tried to catch my eyes with his as they trailed along the edge of his mask and openly focused on his lips again, even though they were still hidden from view. I met his eyes as my eyelids began to feel heavy. With desire or exhaustion I don't know but I gravitated closer to him slowly, focusing on keeping eye contact. A loud snore ripped through the silence. Hidan. Thanks for ruining the mood you lazy bastard. Kakuzu tried to muffle a laugh as I glared with barely contained fury at the sleeping mass of idiot that was Hidan. My eyes snapped back to Kakuzu when I heard the slight noise. As soon as I looked at him he tried to play it off as a cough.
"I'm not a moron you were laughing. No use pretending." I scowled playfully at him, "I like your laugh." I said as a random afterthought on accident but didn't bother taking it back. It was true after all. It's deep and gravely and undeniably sexy. Ugh. The more I just stood hear thinking about him the more I sounded like an obsessed fangirl. I was supposed to HATE this guy and yet here I was, fantasizing about what's under his mask and wanting to know how he tastes. And feels for that matter. Would his lips be soft or firm, rough or smooth, or... Fuck fuck fuck. I looked up into Kakuzu's eyes, my eyes half lidded with want, and then back down to my enemy that was the mask that shielded his face from my viewing pleasure. I had moved closer to him while I was in a trance, my chest now pressing firmly against his. I looked back into his eyes for any sign of confirmation or rejection but saw nothing, nothing at all.
"K-Kakuzu...?" I questioned quietly, my voice catching in my throat.
"Hn." was all he replied. I let out a shaky breath I wasn't aware I was holding. I slid my slightly trembling hands up his chest resting my forearms against him as my finger tips brushed the soft fabric covering his face. "Don't..!" he jumped and pushed my hand away from his face. I stiffened and pulled my hand from his grasp.
"I want to kiss you." I said firmly, my tone indicating the end of the discussion before it began. My fingers returned to their position and trailed slowly across the top of his mask moving it lower little by little. Once it got to the end of his nose I pulled it all the way down past his chin leaving it to hang loosely around his neck. I was beyond satisfied with his face. The strong jaw line and thin lips, the stitches that gave him a smile that literally stretched from ear to ear. I realized I was standing on my tiptoes and leaned back down on my heels. My fingertips dragged lightly across the stitching, tugging ever so slightly, coaxing him to lean down and meet me halfway. My lips barely touched his at first, just a quick airy brush of the lips before pressing my lips carefully to his, eyes fluttering closed. He leaned down closer, one hand fisting in my hair roughly at the back of my head the other resting on my hip, fingers digging into my skin, holding me close in case I tried to pull away. When we finally did part my breathing was shallow and his eyes were burning with lust.
"I'm 91. There's no way I'm going to be satisfied with just this." I nodded and leaned in for another kiss, already missing the contact. His kisses were full of raw lust that he somehow managed to contain for my sake. I was new to all this and baby steps, though probably being taken based upon pity, were nice. His tongue flicked out to graze my lower lip and I immediately parted my lips slightly, allowing him entrance. His tongue massaged mine slowly and thoroughly. He tasted surprisingly how I thought he would. Blood and apples. The blood was his, I could feel the small, recently made, cut in his tongue and I ran my own tongue over it repeatedly as he continued his actions, savouring the taste of his thick blood in my mouth. I moaned quietly into his mouth as his nails broke the skin of my hips, a shiver running up my spine at the slight sting. He pulled away with a satisfied smirk and bit into my neck, teeth instantly drawing blood. I arched into his body, my eyes squeezed tightly shut. My hands slid up his chest my fingertips grazing the soft fabric. I draped my arms around his neck and tugged at his head covering. He growled a warning and bit down roughly on my throat. I pulled it away anyways and freed his hair, letting it fall loosely, curtaining our faces. My fingers tangled in the coarse dark brown hair and he exhaled sharply and pulled back to glare at me.
"Did I say you could do that?" he snarled. My eyes narrowed at his tone and I tugged him down to me again.
"Do I give a fuck?" I whispered into his ear and nibbled at it gently, our cheeks pressed together. I trailed light kisses along the deep cuts and tugged at the stitching with my teeth. His body tensed and I could feel his skin grow warmer. He lowered his hands, sliding them over my backside to grab my upper thighs and lift me up. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he turned around. He shoved me roughly against the wall of rock and let go of my legs the crushing pressure if his chest and the wall keeping me in place.
"You have no ass." he stated.
"Is that a problem?" I snapped. Gods, even during times like this he managed to insult me. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him in a way that may have been considered menacing had I not been glassy eyed with want.
"Are you sure you're a woman?" he asked as he slid his hands over my chest.
"Then let go of me. I don't need this shit." my jaw was clenched in defiance, the lust in my eyes replaced with anger. My foggy mind was confronted with sudden clarity as I snapped out of the daze. He forced a laugh void of humor,
"I don't think so. You started this, I'm not going to let you back out now. Free sex with a boyish brat is better than costly sex with a woman." I was once again reminded of his greed, the reason I hate him. I rolled my eyes but stopped struggling against him. I wasn't going to deny the fact that I was in need of some sort of physical contact regardless of the source. I had been alone too long and was too desperate, as desperate as Kakuzu was by the look of things. I slid one hand down his abdomen and tugged at the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms letting me remove his tank top he grabbed my strapless shirt and yanked it downwards beginning to remove my pants along with it. I grabbed his hands and placed them at my hips lifting myself off the wall and letting go of his waist with my legs so I could pull off my own clothes kicking them to the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist again and I clung to his neck. He pushed me harder against the wall, the cool stone digging harshly into my spine and shoulder blades. He kissed me roughly, his restraint withering as his hands roamed my soft skin. The meeting of our lips became more desperate, all technique lost, teeth clacking in the sloppy kisses. I inhaled sharply as he suddenly ground his hips against mine with bruising force. He repeated this action until I finally reacted. Everything about it was rough. The way he crushed me against the wall, the bones in my back bruising worse with every violent thrust. The way my fingernails tore at his back finding their way into the small gaps between pieces of flesh, clawing deep into him as I tried desperately to hold on. The way his black tendrils stabbed into my body writhing under my skin. The way we fell to the ground covered in bodily fluids, namely blood.