A story I'm working on with a friend. Half of it is written by me, the other half is written by my friend. Though she has revised it to make it better 'cause my grammar sucks XD
This is set only when the Akatsuki have only three Tailed Beasts, but Naruto knows moves like Rasen Shuriken to make it more interesting and him more threatening. Enjoy~
We do not own Naruto or the characters in any way.
Many footsteps echoed in the main hideout, but one in particular was special. Once a great ninja from the Leaf, but stooped down to the lowest level of a criminal. A rogue ninja. Not many other members trusted this ninja, but he thought nothing of betraying them. Only one thing occupied his mind: revenge.
Naruto stepped into the main room where the members waited to be assigned their tailed beast. Nearly everyone was there, so he was the only one that was late. "Sorry…got a little hung on something."
Because of that one, that meant so much to him, he turned his back on the entire village, It had lost all of his trust…and for that reason, he planned to crush the village he once protected, although half of his heart went against it.
The village that he once desired to reign as Hokage was deleted when the renegade whom he trusted crushed him.
Wiping away his memories once again, he took his position next to (or in the general area of) Deidara, since he considered him to be the least threatening. Of course, he'd never say that to his face, unless provoked.
"Where is my clay, un?" Stepping from the shadows came an explosive art freak. Lean and silky-haired, he collapsed in his usual seat.
"You don't hear about professionals losing their tools. Makes me question your art, "Naruto teased, leaning on the will with his arms crossed, looking quite smug. He and Deidara never really got along. Probably had something to do with that Kazekage fiasco, where Deidara killed Gaara, and then he had punched him repeatedly in payback.
The elder sensed this tension. Additional footsteps were heard, and a man, exceeding in beauty than Deidara, stealthily crept into the room. "More nonsense, I assume?" His gleaming red eyes mimicked those of Sasuke's.
"Aah, the fool forgot his clay, 'tebayo," said Naruto to Itachi, erasing his disdained tone. He wasn't sure what the extent of the Mengekyo Sharingan's power, and he didn't much want to find out. So, for the most part, he was most polite to Itachi, if anybody. "What kind of Shinobi loses track of his best weapon?"
A scowl tightened Deidara's countenance. "If I find out that you took it, "he growled, bearing the teeth of his hands, " I shall personally remove your demon from you." Itachi, standing nearby, shifted his weight and stroked his luscious hair. Crimson eyes reverted black as he walked into light.
"All by yourself? That would be entertaining to see," Naruto remarked, his cocky grin returning when he looked to Deidara. He then erased the look to glance to Itachi. He certainly seemed intimidating enough without the Sharingan.
The vibes of discord shattered with a smile from the Uchiha. A small bird in his palm caught Deidara's attention. "Look here, moron, you left it in your room." Anguish rushed over the maniac's face as Itachi threatened to mutilate the treasure.
In his opinion, Itachi enjoyed the fox-boy. Aggressive spunk in the kid reminded him of himself.
Naruto let out a small fit of hushed laughter at this 'so-called artist'. Deidara really posed no threat. "Hope they don't keep us too long. I have things to do…" he said, mostly to himself, breaking off before he made Deidara have a temper tantrum.
A hand lay upon Deidara's shoulder, and a peculiar yet familiar voice came about. "Deidara-sempai just has bad memory, ne, Sempai?"