Call me Emi the 11 yr. old procrastinator. I kill juu?

So I decided that I want to start a new story.


Hidan sighed. "What the hell, Kakuzu?"

"I didn't ask you to come, did I?" He growls. "I'd like it better if you didn't come anyways..." He growls again under his breath.

"Well so fucking sorry Pein bitches to me if I don't!" Hidan bickers.

"Shut the fuck up, Hidan." Kakuzu rolls his eyes.

"Make me, fuckface!" Hidan yells.

"Thats it." Kakuzu strangles Hidan and beheads him. "One more word and I'll sit on you."

Hidan's eyes went wide.

"Better." Kakuzu relaxes.


Temari sits in a tree, back against the trunk. "Two more rounds and I'll stop for today." She gasps.

"But for now," She rubs her hands together as her stomach growls hungrily. "Lunch!"

She pulls out her bento and digs in. "8 rounds so far, two more will do it!" She explains aloud to herself, mouth full.

"WHAT THE FUCK, KAKUZU!?!" Temari jumps when she hears an apparently angry man.


"WHAT THE FUCK KAKUZU!?!" Hidan's decapitated head screams.

"Sh... Hidan I sense another ninja's presence." Kakuzu explains in a whisper.

"The ninja has stressed chakra. Training, or a fight?" Hidan notes, whispering too.

"No, it's training, there's not two ninja." Kakuzu replies.

"Unless it's psycho." Hidan smirks like a maniac.


Temari hears footsteps approaching her. She leaps from the tree. Hands fingering her fan subconciously, she growls. "Friend or foe!?" She shouts on the general direction of the approaching chakras.

"Foe!" A man with silvery hair gleaming in the sunlight smiles. He had a broad chest, half of it covered by his Akatsuki cloak. Definitely foe.

There were two of them. Both very strange, but Temari recognizes them from the bingo book, of which she had been recently put in. Hidan and Kakuzu.

Before Temari could analyze them thoroughly, she felt her whole world slip into the dark depths of unconsciousness.


"So what are we going to do with her?" A deep voice echoes along the halls of an unrecognizable building.

"We could hold her for ransom, a nice sum, at that." Another voice, quieter than before.

"No fucking way, Kakuzu!" A sharp voice denies. "I need her for my rituals!" That's when it struck her. She was at the Akatsuki hideout, chained up against a wall, its members discussing what was to be done with herself.

"Let me the fuck out!!!" She screams, straining at the chains. "Untie me! Now!!" She squirms and tries with all her might to break the chains.

"So I see the 'Princess' is up, un." A man with blonde hair, one she knew. That made her angrier.

"Let me out, motherfucker!!!" She hissed, pulling at the chains once again.

Deidara frowned. "Now you wouldn't want to treat me like that if you want out, un."

Temari looked at Deidara hopefully. "Just kidding, yeah!" He chuckles.

Another man came up to him, and bopped him on the head. "Deidara, get your ass over here and fix the wall you blew to bits!"

"You have really shiny red hair for a guy." Temari mocked the other man.

He sharply turned to her. "Don't mock me." His voice deadly.

"Like I care what you can do to me here, I'll just end up dying or held for ransom!" Temari snapped back. Once those words flew off her tounge she realized how flustered and trapped she felt in this situation.

A kid about Temari's age with raven hair stepped up to the two. She watched in horror as his Mangekyo Sharingan flashed past her eyes. She remembered very well the abilities of that wretched bloodline.

He turned to her and she visibly gulped.

He studied her up and down and turned on heel.

"Come." He signals to the others, and left without another word.

Temari let out the breath she was clinging so dearly to.

'What a creep...' Temari sighed.


Temari didn't really understand the reason she was kept chained, fed scarcely, or even captured at all. All she knew was that if she shut her mouth to do everything except eat, she could get along fine.

It had been 2 weeks, and if she knew better Gaara and Kankuro would've already stopped looking for her, if they even did that. They probably just assumed her dead and moved on.

If anyone had asked how Temari was feeling, she would've answered. "I could feel worse."

Truth be told, she could complain to the moldy brick walls 'til her lungs were numb about her discomforts. As she always reminded herself, complaining never did shit.

Here she was, blood encrusted wrists and ankles, empty stomach, scraggly hair a mass of destruction above her pale head, thinking about what she could do to entertain herself in these endless hours of darkness and despair.

As Temari continued her meaningless thoughts, little did she realize that her next meal and an unexpected change was on it's way.

'How could I possibly survive this and come out alive?' She sighed helplessly.

The door swung open and Temari's heart had barely enough energy to leap with excitement.

"We have an offer to present you with." A pale-blue skinned shark-like man smiles.

Temari had never seen so many piercings on one face, but when the other man spoke, he was dead serious.

"Would you like to join the Akatsuki? It would be your escape from this cell. You wish to get out, no?" His expression looks like it was carved out of stone.

"Yes, I wish to leave this hell hole." Temari fliches at how weak and strained her voice has become. "But I am not sure that joining the Akatsuki would be my first choice of getting out."

The piercing guy suddenly got angry. "Do you realize that this is the only way we can allow you out?!?!" He yells.

She withdraws from the sudden raise in his voice.

"Pein-sama, you will only scare the poor girl away with you anger, allow me to handle this." A blue-haired woman enters the small cell. She ushers them out of the room. She takes the key to my chains and unlocks Temari's legs first. "Men are insensitive at times, no?" She attempts raising her spirits.

She unlocks Temari's arms, and catches her as her wobbly legs fail to support her.

"Why are you unlocking me?" She asks, uncertain.

"Because if you try to run for it, then there are several members throughout the hideout that will stop you and chain you back up. Now come with me, and I will support you to the women's showers." She explains and wraps an arm around her.

Temari stumbles at her first try in a while to walk, and the blue-haired woman catches her fall yet again.

They slowly hobble through intricate hallways and passages and finally reach a small room, tiled with two halls.

"We take the right hall, okay?" She smiled at Temari.

Temari nodded quietly.

They step into the right hallway, very short and sweet, into a medium sized room with two toilets separated by dividers, four communal showers, and tiled half-walls for privacy.

"How many girls are there in Akatsuki?" Temari asks quietly.

"Just me and you." The lady smiled at her.

"I didn't agree to anything!" Her smile faltered.

"You mean you don't want a nice, hot shower and warm meals that fill your tummy?" She asks quietly.

"I do, I do!" Temari tries to explain. "I just don't want to join Akatuski."

"Why not? Girls only do paperwork and hang around the hideout." The woman looked confused.

"What's your name?" Temari randomly asks.

"I'm Konan." Konan smiles.

"Looks like I have a new friend, then." Temari smiles.

"I'm going to strip you of your clothes so you can shower. Sit here, Temari." She smiles. She quickly removes Temari's clothes and shows her the faucet and how it works. "I'll be here when your done." She smiled politely, and left without a sound.

Temari turned the hot water on, and lathered up her hands in fresh soap. She began scrubbing her left wrist, because it was the worst of her crusty limbs. She washed the blood away and her hand traveled up the arm, efficiently cleansing her rough, dirty skin, washing away the dead skin and all the bad memories it held. She contunued this process with her legs and arms.

She scrubbed her stomach and as much of her back she could get. Temari wiped her face and circled her neck a few times, cleansing thoroughly. She squirted out a good amount of shampoo and washed her hair until it was soft and clean. She combed through her hair with her fingers to pull the conditioner out and shut the water off when she was finished.

Temari stood, much more confident then when she started and picked up the towel dried off. Her hair dripping with steaming water glued itself to her flushed face.

"Ahh... That was nice." Temari smiled contently.

"Konan?" Temari calls out.

"Yes? I have you Akatsuki cloak and what you wear underneath it ready and clean." Konan answers softly.

"Thank you so much!" I smile and thank her.

"It really is no problem!" Konan smiles back. "Hurry and get dressed and I will show you your room. There is a meal waiting for you."

Temari threw the clothes on her sticky from water body and eagerly followed Konan to the small room that was now hers.

Temari scanned the room's contents. A vanity, and bed, a mirror, a bedside table, and a door leading to another room. Quite nice compared to her cell.

Then she smelt it.

A sweet aroma of takoyaki and riceballs floated through the air. Temari did not plan to let the food go to waste. She tackled it and shoved it down her throat. Before she was kidnapped, Temari refused riceballs with anything in the center. Today she gobbled it down like a pig that hadn't been fed for years.

Temari plopped onto her bed and sighed. "With food in my stomach and a clean body with clean clothes and clean sheets I can sleep dreamlessly." Temari turned to Konan."Thank you, Konan."

Konan smiled. "It really isn't a problem." Konan's face turned solemn. "Temari I am giving you a map. This is a map of the Akatsuki hideout. It has everyone's rooms including mine. The kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, the hallways, and the entrance/exit."

Konan pulled out four different colored markers. "Temari this is the route you will take to the bathroom." Konan explained as she highlighted the route and the bathroom yellow.

"These are the rooms and people you should be aware of that are dangerous. You don't have a weapon." She highlighted the rooms of the people red.

"This is the route you will take to the living room and kitchen." Konan highlighted them purple.

"This is my room and the route you will take." She highlighted that blue.

"The entrance/exit is right here and you will go this way to get there." Konan finished highlighting the entrance/exit green.

"But Konan, why must I take these ways?" Temari asked.

"Because they are highly populated areas and if you run into Zetsu or Hidan, they aren't allowed to hurt you." Konan explained. "But no need to worry, Hidan is an idiot."

Temari laughed at that.

"Temari, Zetsu is a venus flytrap."

"What!?" Temari gasped.

"Hidan smells like ladies body products."

Temari laughed yet again.

"You can't miss 'em. Now I'll leave you to sleep. Good night." Konan smiled.

"Good night!" Temari smiled back.

Konan left and shut the door quietly.

Temari curled up under her sheets. 'What a sweet turn of events in a sea of bitter.' She thought, reviewing the day.

She began to drift into a long-awaited dreamless sleep.


Well then, what do you think? P.S. A fifth grade, 11 yr. old wrote this. :D

Temari was a bit OOC. But hey, imagine being tied to a wall barely being fed. Do you think you'd turn out the same as when you were first tied? Or even come out at all?

EXACTLY. Well anyways, R&R PLOX. :p