Title: Possession
Pairing(s): SasoDei, OroKabu, other pairings may follow...
Summary: Deidara was an assassin sent to spy on a gang known as the Akatsuki. However, when he is captured by the leader of another gang, his life is threatened to an end. He is saved by a mysterious red-haired man named Sasori. Now Deidara finds himself under command for the very people he was sent out to destroy. But who exactly are they and what is their goal?
WARNING: This story will contain yaoi, gore/blood, violence and suggestive themes. You have been warned!
The hallways were dark, and foreboding; uninviting as each corner seemed to be a maze leading to the next. Only those who knew their way around Orochimaru's hideout were able to tell the difference. For instance, what seemed like an ordinary room could be one's pitfall to the death. The walls may have been never-ending, but with the right technique, one could reveal their secrets. Deidara smirked as he made his way to his boss' private chambers. It was going to be another fun-filled, interesting day; a day where hopefully he could get to kill someone. Or even better: blow things up!
As he neared the chamber, he noticed Kabuto, one of Orochimaru's little familiars, hanging about. The guy specialized in medicinal things and other crap that Deidara couldn't quite make sense of. He moved the glasses he wore further up a notch on his nose, smiling. "Orochimaru-sama is waiting for you inside." he gestured.
"Don't you think I already know that, un?" He briskly opened the door, and walked into the dimly lit room without hesitation. Inside, he was greeted with the familiar scenery of snake statues, candles, empty medicine bottles, and a large canopy-style bed. The occupant coughed a few times, reaching for a vial that was left on a cart next to him. "Ah, Deidara. How nice to see you again." he smiled, very eerily those yellow eyes watched him. He took a sip of the strange liquid from the glass vial and set it down; his coughing continued however. Deidara would have almost felt sorry for him; the poor old guy was not only getting up in age for how young he looked, but was suffering heavily from an illness. Exactly what illness it was, Deidara didn't know, nor did he care. As long as he kept getting paid, it didn't matter if this man turned to dust in front of his eyes.
"I require your services again. This time, its thats dreaded Akatsuki group!" he hissed. "They have done more damage to my research and hideouts than anything. Every ninja and assassin that I've sent to take care of them has either died or never returned." With that statement, he sat up a little more in his bed as Kabuto approached him with a glass of water. "So your mission is just this: I want you to spy on them. Find the location of their hideout, and take them out! Every. single. one."
"Is that all? Un. Too easy!" the blonde all but happily smiled and accepted. "They'll be getting a real piece of my art!" he said, fidgeting with the white clay in his pocket.
"I don't think I need to tell you, but be careful. They are a hostile gang and will not hesitate to kill you or at the very least drain information from you. But you have never failed me. I trust that you will not this time as well."
"Tch." Deidara put a hand on his hip. "Just make sure you have my reward when I get back!" With that final sentence, the ninja stealthily vanished in a cloud of smoke. It was time to set out on his mission. The man known as Orochimaru grinned widely.
"Do you honestly think he'll be able to do it?"
"Kabuto..." he tsked, "When have I ever felt honest?" he grabbed the man's hand and pulled him closer to the bedside. "You of all people should know that I always have my way of doing things."
Kabuto smirked, sitting on the edge of the bed as Orochimaru pulled him closer, wrapping arms around him. "Yes, Orochimaru-sama. You are just like a snake in the grass with an ulterior motive." Both smiled and brought their faces closer together. And the eerie hideout was silent once again.
~:::~
Outside, the air was chilly and the sky dark; save for a few stars that shined in between the drifting clouds. Deidara jumped from limb to limb on the treetops; heading straight toward his target. He had already sent his clay scouts to look for this so called Akatsuki clan. With little to no time at all, he was able to pinpoint their location. It would take some time to get there though. As he continued his trek forward, he went over all the information in his head about the Akatsuki. Other than being a malevolent gang who didn't hesitate to kill anyone who came within ten feet of them, each member wore a black robe with red clouds. They also had rings; possibly to prove they were part of the gang. Their overall motives seemed to be a mystery though. From what he gathered, the gang never stayed in the same place for long; once their hideout has been discovered, they mysteriously disappear the next day. Tricky indeed. How they were able to do it so easily, however, was something else. But thats not what Deidara cared about. Since he'll be eliminating an entire gang, he wondered how much that old, sick bastard would pay him. It had been quite some time since he was given a mission that involved more than one person. Granted he was a criminal himself, but thats beside the point. When it came to his job, there were only two things he cared about: completing the mission, and money!
He landed on a branch and wiped sweat from his brow. Using a special device that he could attach to his right eye, it allowed him see the inside of things. Sort of like night vision goggles. He looked around. If he was correct, their hideout should somewhere around here. He tried looking underground; no luck. 'Dammit! Where are they, un?' Just as he was about to look elsewhere, he spotted someone walking through the dense woods. 'Hm? Who's this?' He took a closer look; they had crimson hair and wore a black robe with red designs. Although he couldn't see the person's face, Deidara chuckled. He found them! "Now its time for you to get a taste of my-"
'WHACK!' Suddenly everything was black.
~:::~
"Hey, wake the fuck up!" Deidara felt his leg being kicked hard. Reacting to the sudden pain, his eyes groggily opened. It didn't take him long to figure out what had happened as it had happened more than once; he was captured. His hands were tied as a man glared at him in the room. All he could do was smile; looks like he'll be taking the direct approach.
"Hey, fucker, what are you smiling at?!" This time he was struck in the face. Blood dripped down his jaw and he was then grabbed harshly by the hair. "So you're the one who went and took out the majority of my gang." The man clenched his hair tighter. Deidara looked at him; he had black spiky hair, white bandages around his mouth, and he wore a black headband. Zabuza Momochi; one of the most wanted criminals on the continent. He was wanted for the kidnapping of several children and found guilty of making them fight to the death against each other; the sicko even hosted matches for other criminals to watch and gamble against. The man gritted his teeth.
"Do you know how many paying customers I lost?!" he brought his face closer to Deidara's. "I was loaded in cash, but now, since your little attack on my men, I can't put on a decent show because people are too scared to get bombed again!" Deidara only smirked. "You listening, fucker?!" Deidara spit blood in his face. "Why you little.." he picked Deidara up by the hair and threw him against the wall. He kicked him in the stomach multiple times until he demanded air, then he grabbed him by the hair again and pointed a knife square in the middle of his forehead. "Too bad I'm gonna have to scar that pretty face of yours." He seemed to grin under the bandages he wore, carving the knife deep into Deidara's forehead. "Now say goodb-"
Suddenly the door to the room slammed open. "Z-Zabuza!" A man screamed, a frightened look on his face.
"What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm busy!"
"Th-theres s-someone here! A-a man with r-red hair! He's killing everyone!"
"What?!" He growled. "But how? Who gave our location away?!" He suddenly looked at Deidara. "You!"
"Tch. I don't know what you're talking about. I work alone." he grinned.
"You bastard! I'm gonna make you pay!" he picked Deidara up and held him in a headlock position at knife-point. His henchman ran behind him and both waited for the mysterious red-haired stranger to appear. It was creepy staring at the dark doorway; like something could pop out at any moment. Deidara himself was curious as to who was causing a ruckus. The eerie silence subsided as footsteps approached. Just as previously described, a man with red hair walked into the room, dressed in the vaguely familiar red and black robe. Deidara's eyes widened. He was part of the Akatsuki!
"Who the fuck are you? Answer me!"
The man only stood there with a nonchalant expression in his face.
"I said fucking answer me! Or your buddy here gets it!" he pointed his knife right into Deidara's temples.
"Hmph." was his only remark.
"I see how it is. This buddy here is one of your acquaintances, huh? Well I might be able to negotiate. How about you pay for the damage done to my hideout and I'll let you both live! Simple, right?"
"I have no interest in him, nor do I have interest in giving you anything. But I welcome your invitation to see who shall live."
"Fucker! Don't mess with me! I'll ram this knife right through this guy's eye!" He showed his seriousness by pointing the sharp object barely millimeters away from Deidara's eye.
'Damn! How the hell did I get caught up in this shit?!' Deidara thought. He didn't have time to stand around messing with notorious gang members; he had a mission to do! And judging by the stranger's choice of clothes, it looked like his mission was going to get a lot more complicated now. How was he going to pull this off now that his target knew what he looked like? He had to sink to using a method he didn't use often: words.
"Hey, dumbass." he spoke up. "I don't know this person! Me and him have nothing to do with eachother, un. So why don't you just let me go; he's the one who crashed into your hideout uninvited."
At this, Zabuza raised an eyebrow. But he still went with his own way. "Doesn't matter! Because now I've got both of you! Bring him in here, boys!"
Suddenly the red haired stranger was shoved forward by someone from behind. "Get in there!" the henchman ordered, followed by others who held weapons aimed at him.
"A two for one deal! Heheh." Zabuza chuckled. "Once I'm done with blondie here, you'll be working to pay me back! And then, you can join him in hell!"
'Shit!' Deidara mentally swore. Zabuza brought his knife up, and just as it came down ready to penetrate the blonde's skull, the rear wall to the room suddenly exploded!
"What the fuck?!"
Taking advantage of the situation, Deidara elbowed Zabuza in the stomach and made a mad dash to the hole in blown into the wall. This was nothing planned; it just so happened that one of the scout bombs he sent out returned to find him and sensing that it was nearby, he ordered it to detonate. "Get the fuck outta my way, un!" He snapped his fingers and the henchman who tried to stop him exploded as well, blood rained down from all directions.
"DEIDARAAAAA!" Zabuza screamed angrily as he ran after him.
He smacked his lips. This persistent man didn't know when to quit! He continued to run as fast as he could. He didn't have time to fight him, not to mention that he was already low on energy. He coughed up blood and suddenly his vision became blurry. "Fuck!" He tried to keep running but tripped and hit the ground. He attempted to get back up, but the effects of being beaten to damn near death was taking its toll. "Shit, come on, get up!" he angrily demanded his body but it wouldn't listen. He soon realized that there was more to him just getting the crap beat out of him; his body wouldn't move at all! 'Wh-whats going on?'
"Heheh." Zabuza chuckled as he walked up behind him. "Its the poison."
Deidara's heart skipped a beat. 'Poison?!'
"From my knife." he grinned. "Your body's already feeling its effects. And now, instead of killing you off fast and easy like I wanted to, I'm just gonna stand here and watch you die!" He laughed into the night's air; echoing like a mad man.
'Dammit!' Deidara berated mentally. 'I can't believe this...'
"And once I'm done with you, I'm gonna take care of your little pal back there for fucking up my hideout! No one gets away from Zabuz-"
'SLING!'
Suddenly the atmosphere was quiet behind. Deidara could have sworn he heard the slicing of a sword just now. It must have been true because droplets of blood splashed on his face. Looks like someone took care of the bastard, although Deidara couldn't see who. It didn't matter anyway. He could feel his body getting weaker and number from the poison. He was slowly slipping out of consciousness. His breathing slowed down and his eyes started to close as footsteps approached. 'So this is how it ends...'
First off, this was an extremely fun to write! Secondly, stay tuned for more! The story is going to get interesting! Thank you for reading!