~Title: Capture of the Flame
~By: Shadow Itachi
~Rating: T
~Genre: Humor.
~Warnings: Swearing.
~Chapter: 1
~Chapter Name: The Capture, and Escape Plans
~What brought you here
Summery- Flying high into the air, a girl get's captured by a large white bird, and who is the one flying the over sized beast? Why non other then... RE-WRITING THE WHOLE THING!
~Plot Line
Sic- Being captured by a blond mad man, she waits out her situation. When they reach the base, after so many given attempts to run, she stays. For only two reasons, and two reasons only.
Reason One, She has no where to go, but down.
Reason Two, This man might kill her if she were to jump off a bird descending five thousand feet in the air. If not, then the jump would.
When they reach their final destination, she has been assigned a special role in the Organization. With only one person looking after her, one training her, one trying to kill her, and one that doesn't want to fuck all. She is here with four other girls, one has befriended her, and became her right hand. One absolutely dislikes her. One following the one who disliked her. Another wants revenge for her poor wounded ego. That is internally bleeding.
In a months time, they are being sent out to test their new found skills, and possibly to settle some scores. When they return, they will be unknown Akatsuki members, and one will be staying longer to train away from the base. After the training has been done, she gets captured once more. Only time will tell what happens next.
~Declaimer
I don't own the Naruto character's only the oc's, and this plot.
~Author's Thoughts
SI/N (Sin): I had this idea when working on a fire. I'm rewriting the whole thing. The plot will stay the same, I just feel that this is done halfheartedly. So here is my heart. *Hands you a bloody beating heart*
~Rock & Roll
Sitting there, nothing else to do, but watch his hair sway in the light breeze. As I sat there, I thought back on how I came to be here. Why was I brought into this mess? I have thought of so many solutions, and answers, but only he can tell me if they were true or not. And I have a feeling that he is not willing to talk.
He wore a large black cloak, with a few red clouds rimmed with white dotting the pattern. A high collar, pretty much cut my view of his hair short. Plus the rice hat, with white strands fluttering isn't helping one bit. Who is this character? Where did he come from and why the hell are we flying about five thousand feet in the air?
He stayed quiet, not daring to speak, and me not chancing to break that silence that seems to become deafening. Only to be shattered by the wind whooshing past us, causing even more white noise.
Well, let us start from where I was only about three hours ago. Before I was captured in the grasp of this man, and his flying creature that we sit upon.
It was now the afternoon, the time I usually have a nap on lazy days. Today was my day off from school, and work, I was glad for a rest. Soundly sleeping on a blue love seat, that was currently my bed for this time off, and someone, or some pet decided to join me. I woke up with a start, when my black cat, Morning Star (The name sounds girly, I know, but I thought of the name, because I found him in the morning, and star, I named him at night. While I was naming him, I held him up against the night sky. Stars were just coming out.), jumped to my side, meowing. I love the way he lightly meows, he opens his jaws, and closes his eyes when he meows (A squeaky toy, kind of meow). It's so cute. I love his pelt also, very unique. I know I said it was black, but only in such dim lighting. In the sun, he is black, with dark brown stripes, with a small white dash on his chest. I don't know how he obtained such colored pelt, how those wise green eyes would sparkle when he saw me. It's just him. And I love him for it.
I took him from my side (His claws digging into my side, and he was a big cat. Around here, I believe he is known as 'The Don', or 'Godfather' among the cats, he is always coming home with some sort of scratches on him), and turned over with him facing the back of the couch. My arms still around him, he started purring sounding like a sputtering car. Smiling, I gave a light purr with him (Such a bad habit), and went back to sleep.
Sin~
I started to get a feeling of wanting to get up, and staying where I am. I felt like someone was hovering over me, so I opened my eyes, after listening to people talk (I believe it was the T.V.), I always keep my eyes closed when I wake up. Because I know that my father would always leave the blinds open, and the sun would be in my face (Possibility saying 'Get up! Before I blind you!). I hate waking up like this, I'd prefer the dark, I'm like a vampire or an owl, or something in the night.
I seen my father hovering over me, it looked like his hand was reaching out towards me, like he was going to wake me up or something. He pulled back and told me to 'Suit up' and ran up the seven steps upstairs. I laid there for a moment longer, noticing that my cat had left me. Well damn, my little heater ran away. Probably scared of my father. I have a sneaky suspicion that my dad had kicked my cat, thus cause his slight limp when he walks. My dad, he never liked hanging around. I can practically say any bad thing I want behind his back, since he is such a rotten father. Well, no one can really choose their fathers. I just wish mine could be replaced. Same with my older brother.
Quickly sitting up, then standing I ran towards the stairs only to stop, and hold the wall that had separated the stairs from the other stairs. Ah, head rush. Closing my eyes for a moment, trying to regain some balanced before jumping the small white fence (to keep my little sister from falling down stairs), and down towards my room. That was suppose to be locked. Well shit. It looks like my older brother came through here, the fucking cunt.
Before you jump to conclusions. No, he is not a normal brother. Hell, I don't even know what a normal brother is. I don't even have a normal father. Should you hate your older brother with every fiber of your being for going into your room, and 'Watch' you sleep? Or steal your things and lie about it? Maybe even 'Invite' friends over and 'Watch' you sleep?
Or Should your father send in some strange man that you have never seen before into your room and wake you up? Or should your father 'Never Feed' you? Lie to you. Never take you out? Is that a real father? Someone that never stays home, someone you don't really know. Someone that doesn't take you where you want to go. Leave you home alone with a little brother, and sister, and an older brother that doesn't do fuck all?
I quickly slipped on my nomax pants, after taking off my pink silk pajama pants, and found my dark blue t-shirt with it. I couldn't find my red fire shirt, I wondered where it went. I knew I left it in my room, or maybe the closet upstairs. Yeah, the closet up stairs. Unless it was buried under the clothes thrown around my room. God I hate my brother! Well, he's not my brother. I just don't think a brother would go in your room and throw everything of your belongings everywhere. It just pisses me off.
Yes, I swear a lot for a fifteen year old. But blame my fucking dad for teaching me all this when I was ten. The asshole.
I ran back up stairs, after grabbing my Mp3 (Out of habit), cell phone, a hair tie, and a hair brush. I quickly placed them in my pockets, and brushed my hair quickly, and did a pony tail to keep my hair out of my way. I ran up stairs and washed my face, and brushed my teeth, also out of habit when ever I'm in a rush. I checked my hair one last time before running back down to grab my steel toed boots. I placed them by the old style sewing machine and went into my parents room to grab some wool socks from my dad's bag. I avoided going deeper into the bag, knowing what lies in wait. Yes, it's a certain DVD that I had found when hunting for some socks the last time. I'd rather not go into detail about it, but there sure were a lot of women on the cover.
Taking the socks quickly, and zipping the bag back up, hardly saying anything to my mom since I was so concentrated on my task at hand. When ever I'm in a rush, I ignore everything and everyone.
"Brush your hair!" I heard my mother call out. Well shit, I thought I was going to a fire, not a stylist competition. Fuck then, I ran up the stairs and took the brush that was kept there and started to brush my waist long brown hair. Again.
It became a habit that I let my hair fall to the right side of my face, I slipped on the boots and tried to look for my fire shirt in the mess of a closet. Shit. It's not there. Well, fuck my life and call me slappy.
"Hurry up!" My father barked, as he rushed around. Fuck you, you bastard! I'm fucking ready, while your still looking for your fucking teeth! How badly I wanted to say that to his face! But bit my tongue and search the closet. I quickly grabbed my black bandanna with white skulls, and red fabric images and placed it around my head.
I ran outside and towards my large white truck, that my father kept abusing. Fucker.
"Where's my shirt?" I asked as I searched the back seat, and the front seat quickly.
"I don't know, close your door."
"Did you bring it in?" I asked and looked again, I seen a jumpsuit that I truly hated. They were hot, and hard to move around in.
"Brought something in," I wasn't sure what he had really said, so I just filled in a bit.
"I can't find it in the house," I said and sat down in my seat.
"Did you look in the closet?" He asked, he started messing with the GPS, punching in coordinates.
"Yeah, not there." I said, and waited for him to speak again.
"Look for it after, closer your door." He said, I muttered a 'Fine' and shut my door, and we drove off, him and his crazy ass driving. Well, I know how to drive crazy as well. I'm not known as 'Bahama mama' for nothing. Of course I regret that name giving to me by a drunkard. I later found out it was on the rez. Why the hell do we need a fucking GPS, if it's on the rez? Ass.
We picked up a few people, Bill, a fat drug addict. Joe Bear, a Pepsi lover. Robert …. Uh, I don't know. My dad, an ass. And me, living in hell. Not in exact order. We picked up Joe first, then Robert, then Bill. We waited outside the fat addict's house, my dad honking the horn for the bastard to hurry up. I don't really like my dad's family, nor his friends. Joe is fine, I like him. Only because I can bug him. Robert, I don't know much about, but I seriously don't like him. For some odd reason. Bill, my dads cousin, I hate. But pretend to like. The guys my dad has are about from 21 to I don't know, but they are old. I'm the youngest, and the only girl there. Racist.
Sin~
We had arrived at the site, the team had separated. I don't even care where they went, but Joe, and Robert stayed behind to help the guys with the red fire trucks. While me, my dad, and fatty here drove to the site.
"...Run the hose, and dig a guard." My dad had said, I wasn't even listening to what he had said before, I knew the drill, but never stayed long to practice it. He always sends me away, when he thinks that I'm actually doing a good job of it. Racist. I get enough of this at school from my Gym teacher, and my other teachers. I'm so glad I have friends there. They actually keep my sane.
We had gone back and got a few things, while I went to look for my shirt. Still no sign of it, so my dad gave me his. I don't know why, but I always feel honored wearing the symbol of the company I'm working for. It felt like I can earn respect, just by wearing such a badge. But of course it was short lived when my dad said 'Here!' and roughly shoved it to me. I was ready to kick his fucking ass, well it has crossed my mind. But I wasn't brave enough to do it. We both ran past my mom and me saying, 'See you later,' and we were out the door in a flash. I put on the shirt as we left the house.
We started digging the guards, me slowing down every now and then, seeing that this itty-bitty thing wasn't going anywhere. Later, my father asked me to go get the water, that he, probably forgot on purpose, from the house. I agreed, and went.
Arriving back, the fire was put out, and we were starting to do some patrols (Look around for a ash pit that might light up again). I walked around with my dad, I just listened to him giving me 'Tips'. It's things I already knew, but still, it helps to be reminded every now and then. I grabbed myself a water after sitting down in the back of the truck. The guys hanging around, cracking jokes. I just listened and laughed along with them. I've always hung around guys my whole life, yet I still feel uneasy around them. Maybe because of what happened with me and my dad's friends. Not sure, but I don't want to think about it right now.
I slipped off the hat, and bandanna, my weapon of choice just leaning helplessly against the tailgate, ready to be picked up once again. Looking up into the cerulean blue sky, smiling as a few clouds passed by. I noticed one cloud growing bigger, and thought it was only a cloud. Although it might be a bird. Probably a bird. Yes, definitely a bird. I turned towards my dad to tell him about the bird in the sky, and how oddly colored it was.
"Hey, look at that," one of the guys beat me too it, so I looked back up and seen that it had gotten closer. It looks bigger as well, what kind of bird was that? "Hey! It's huge, and it's coming towards us!" the guy said and everyone started dodging out of its way. Except me, I wasn't scared, it would just swoop down then go back up, until I seen the actual size of the creature. I got up and tried to dodge out of its way, only to be picked up by the thing.
Strong talons were gripping at my shoulders, as I watched my father, and the others turn into ants. I was in shock, I couldn't even feel the wind whipping my hair in my face. When I seen the town growing smaller, I then started to struggle. I looked down and seen that there were now trees, no more town, or the river that ran past. Just trees.
I looked at the birds claws, and seen that they were the same texture as a birds. Well of course it is. It's a bird! A giant one at that. I gripped the birds feet and hung on for dear life. Only to be let go. Gasping as I was suddenly let go, I held on tighter. Running through my mind, I kept thinking, 'Oh shit, I'm gonna fall!'. I had pressed the nerves that mainly controlled the feet, and caused it to let me go.
Trying my best to calm myself down, I tried climbing, hoping that I won't fall. I noticed that the back of the bird was a bit bumpy. Well now, that's odd. I hopped on the back, with the help of the small bumps. I looked at this mans' back. Only seeing a few golden locks fall behind him, past the white bands that was hanging from the rice hat. He had a black high collar cloak, with red clouds rimmed with white. Well who on earth could this be? Why, none other then, Akatsuki himself.
Deidara, the bomb expert, and terrorist. More like, Prince Prick. Stupid smug smile. Damn it! Why the hell does that smirk get to me? Well, may as well figure out a way to use it against him. Instead of boosting his ego, I'll flatten it!
Sitting down behind him, knowing that I don't stand a chance of living if I jump from the bird. That, and I'm a bit scared of heights. I started thinking of something else. About my family. How am I going to get back? When? Also, how am I going to get away from him? Questions I don't have the answers too, nor can answer them myself. Might have to wait and let this play out. Figure out a way to get back without him realizing. Or play his game and stay with him, until I find an opening. If it's even possible, not like it is. He's a ninja.
Think of something else, like your family for once, I had to tell myself, just to take my mind off things for a bit. Ah, my little sister, so cute. My little brother, smart, brave, and a chicken at the same time. How I love messing with him. My older brother, a damn prick. My father, an asshole. My mother, oh my mother! How will she live without me? I always help her with everything. From looking after my siblings, to helping her out with loans.
For a kid my age, I sure know a lot. From cooking at four, to learning kick boxing at seven, and ten with my older brother. To firefighting at thirteen, and working with machinery, and other heavy tools all the way to now. Well, my kick boxing would be rusty by now, since I never had to use it, and hardly had time to practice it. But I still remember some of it, and try and get used to it. Try. Meaning never, to using at least one move a year.
I started thinking of other things, like my friends. I won't see them again. Well, when I find a way out of this, I will. And the first to go down is him. Now how do I get rid of him? Maybe when we reach the next town, I'll lose him from there. Wait, doesn't he have that device that can see long distances. Shit. Now I want to kick him. Prick.
Wait, the only thing he did was steal me away, Prick. Oh okay, now I have a reason to call him a prick. I started smirking at that, at my own thoughts. Alright, time to think. When we reach the town, I ditch him and hide out in the crowd. Will that even work? I didn't think so. I'm dealing with a fictional character from Naruto.
Ah, yes, Naruto is a television show full of kick ass ninjas. The main character is Naruto, an orphan boy, whom is the container of one of the nine tailed beasts. He hold the, Kyuubi, the nine tailed fox. He later trains to become a ninja, and tries to out run Sasuke, and win Sakura's heart. The story unfolds from there.
Leaning back a bit, and watching the blond hair mix with the white ribbons in the wind. The colors swirl together, in a mix of yellow, white, and blue. Watching it spin and twirl, wave, and sway. Almost makes me want to touch it. I started swaying with the colors, then all of a sudden the bird gave a sharp turn, and I fell off.
Looking up at the sky, endless cerulean sky hardly even feels like I'm falling. I never wanted to stop looking at that endless sea, but it had to end soon. Turning around in the air, to look at the ground beneath me, I watched as my true horror come rushing at me. In a mix of brown, and green, swirling towards me like a tornado. I couldn't help but scream, no last words coming to mind, no last thought. Only the wonderful mixture of colors for my last sight.
The beautiful green, and brown, the white, and black with red clouds, and the yellow of the sun. And the streak of azure filling my sight. Wait, red clouds? I caught the idea of him catching me, but thought he might just let me fall, well time to look at the endless sky. And remember the sight of the collided colors.
"You're beginning to become a hassle, hm." I opened my eyes, not even knowing that I had closed them and looked at my...the Prick. Well yay, I've been saved. "Don't you know that the tail steers the bird, hm?"
"Well fuck, of course I knew, I was just distracted!" I shot back, just as pissed. Prick.
"I should have just let you fall, hm!"
"Good, the last thing I wanted to see was your ugly face!" Maybe I went to far, since he is remaining quiet. Probably plotting my death. Wait, what's there to plot? He'd just blow me up. Shit! What the hell did I get myself into?
After a while, he set me on his lap and held my waist. Nothing else to do, I leaned back and watched the sky. I looked at the sleeve of the cloak, it looked thick, and tightly woven. Maybe to block out the wind? Is that how he is staying warm up here? Interesting. As the darkness started to descend the whirl of yellow, orange, and red started to mingle with the blue, and midnight blue, and the stars started peeking out from the cloak that had once covered them with it's brightness.
It reminded of a lion's mane. How it shone from the sun, and how it darkened with each attempt of the night fall. Giving one last roar before it fully disappeared behind the mountains leaving us at the mercy of the moon, and it's silver light dripping down from the thorn. As little splashes of light dotted around, giving the forest below, a silver scape, almost an eerie look.
I started to wonder where we are, and where we're going, something seemed off, and I couldn't put my finger on it. Also, what is this man planing on doing with me? Is he going to take me to the base where he came from? Or kill me? Nah, I highly doubt that, if he wanted to kill me, he would have let me fall, or blown the truck up when he had the chance. So why capture me?
"Why, hm?" He asked, silently into the still growing darkness.
"Why, what?" I asked, I had a hunch that he wanted to ask 'Why I'm okay with being captured,' or something like that along the lines.
"Why are you so calm in this kind of situation, hm?" Well, a little off, but still the same meaning. Why am I calm in this kind of situation? Is it because of the long drop, or the fact that he might kill me the first chance he got? Either one, I'm still probably going to die.
"Maybe because of the space between me and the ground, or the fact that you can blow shit up when you please." I gave my answer. Even though it might kill me, or make him respect the fact that I'm scared, and used words to cover up the little girl screaming her lungs out.
He didn't say a word, I don't even think he is breathing. Wait, he is breathing, so he's giving me the silent treatment, wonderful. Isn't he just peachy? Most girls would be going all 'Fan-Girl' on him, just because of a simple touch, or a single word. Or even his trademark smirk. I'm immune to it all. Because I know it's not all real. He is a fictional character.
At least until now, when he stole me from my job. Came flying down on his white chicken, made of clay and rescued me from the evil dragon that was guarding me from my freedom. Okay, so it didn't happen like that, but who fucking cares? I was stolen. Isn't that enough? Gosh, people are so picky. Wait, who the hell am I talking too? Shit! I'm talking to myself! Great~! Just great.
"...er things do you like, hm?" Okay, I was way too deep in my own thoughts. He either asked if I had 'other interests', or that he wanted to know more about me. "Besides bad mouthing, hm."
"Alright, for starters, I only do that when you give the attitude back. It pisses me off." I said a bit annoyed that he would bring that up. I've always been like that, when my father first hit me. It hurt more ways then the pain on my cheek.
"Fine, hm." He sounded bored. Prick. Well why would he care? He had his own problems and dealt with them fine. Okay so not that fine, but at least he could handle himself. I wasn't born like him, I'm no ninja of Akatsuki.
"Other things? Hm," I started to think, what did I like doing? Oh, write poetry, paint, write stories, and so on. "I'm artistic."
"Really, hm?" Now he sounds interested. Typical. Couldn't blame him though, at least he knows art, and is cultured in the topic.
"Yeah, really."
"What kind, hm?"
"All kinds, it comes from the mind." Shit, my poetic side is showing. That only happens when I don't get enough sleep, or it's to quiet, and boring to think of other things then rhyming.
"Hm."
I hope I can sleep, but I don't trust him all that much. My phobia. I am scared of being raped in my sleep. Or even being close to a guy, even older men. You can thank my father's friend for that. Bastards.
"What is your favorite color, hm?" Color? He is asking for my favorite color? He must be bored if he is desperate enough to go looking for small chat. Alright color. I'm a type of artist that sees from a very poetic point of view, and a painters eye. A very dangerous combination, yet a great mix, there is so much beauty in this world, and so little time to capture them all. Colors are one of those beauties, how some capture the light just right, how they blend well with the shading, if there was only one color, then there would only be a few shades of it, and that is the only color we know. But if they mixed in a few yellows, blues, reds, then we have the world. Even if there was only one color, it can still bring out the beauty of things. If a painter has only one color, then there are lots of things to be done with it, like even one brush stroke, is between the artist and a master piece.
"I don't have only one color. It's just not the way the world works, if there was only one color, then nothing much can be done about it, unless used in the right hands. If all the colors are there, then think of all the creations it will build, just because of one simple color can make a difference, between life, and a true master piece."
"Words spoken by a true artist, hm." Was that a complement? Or does he respect my perspective on the world? Maybe both?
"So tell me," I began, wanting to get my questions answered. "Why capture me?"
"You have a hot body, hm." Okay, didn't know what to think there, or how to take what he had just said. I'm not used to such flattery, and it doesn't help the fact that I'm blushing.
"Is there another reason?" I asked, hopefully to get off the subject.
"You're just going to have to find out, hm." I can practically hear that smirk. Prick. We landed, just to stretch our legs, he also bounded me to the bird, just so I won't escape. Prick. There goes one of my plans of running away.
I looked at the invisible bindings around my wrist attached to the bird. Probably chakra. How else can't I move? I looked at what I was wearing, what a surprise? I'm still wearing my fire clothes, and my boots. My shirt was un tucked, and the sleeves were rolled up, and my things are still in my pocket. Like my Mp3 player, cell phone, body spray... and a lighter! Perfect.
I wonder how long it's been since he stole me? Probably about three hours, or so. I started to think of what was on my Mp3 player. Hip hop, Pop, Rap, Rock, Country, Alternative, Dance, Metal, Oldies/Classic Rock, and a whole bunch more. Although my favorite is Eddie Rath, not because he sings about Naruto, he likes Anime. I don't know many people that likes Anime any more, other then the people on the net. I just wish I can meet friends that are interested in Anime around where I lived.
Yawning I started looking up into the sky. Almost wishing I could see my friends' face up there, smiling down on me, encouraging me to move forward. All I seen were stars. I can almost hear her now.
"Don't be afraid," she would say, "It will be over soon."
"If only, Shy shy," I said quietly to myself.
"Oh you," she would say cutely, "Be positive, look at the brighter side. You're traveling with a hot hunky guy." she would giggle. I would've joined with her, if it wasn't so painful to remember her. God damn it! She never even got to see her sixteenth birthday!
Closing my eyes, trying to even out my breath, I listened to the sounds around me. The wind blowing lightly through the darkened leaves of the trees. Almost as if they are whispering. 'Look at her,' one would say, 'She's alone,' another would chip in. 'She's crying,' they would talk, if I could understand them. All I can do is imagine what they are saying.
I started to whisper my favorite song, 'Follow Me' by Uncle Kracker. Just to push away the pain, and force myself to be happy. Leaning against the bird, wrist still bound to the side of the clay creature, I closed my eyes, as I still sang softly, the lyrics of the song.
"Follow me, everything is alright..." I still sang, imagining the composed beat sounding around the forest, as my voice started to take on it's own tone. I don't know how long I was singing, but it didn't even seem like I got to half the song when I was whacked over the head.
"Ouch," I muttered and seen him take away the bounds while hanging on to my forearm.
"This isn't your world, hm." He stated, well of course it's not my world. What's the harm in me singing? "You could get yourself killed, hm." I just stared at him. Does he read minds? He started to drag me along, well were walking now. Wonderful. I'm absolutely delighted that we are walking.
"Can you stop licking me?" I asked, feeling something wet and warm slide across the arm he was holding. Gross. He is so quiet now, and he is still licking me. I stuffed my other hand in my pocket as we walked, trying to ignore the hand licking me. We walked for a while, in silence, his hand had stop licking me. Thankfully. But has now started biting. Prick.
"We'll stop here for the night, hm." He let go of my arm that is now covered in saliva, and now bite marks. Ew. I looked at my arm disgusted, seeing the marks. I wiped my arm free from his hands spit and rolled my sleeves back down.
I sat down by a tree and watched him from where I sat, him doing the same. I bet from where he is sitting he could see my paranoia. I bet he is analyzing every little bit of my actions. For some reason, it unnerved me. I felt more relaxed, why was that? Why am I so relaxed around him?
Then I saw his smirk, and I smirked back, just then thought of an idea on how to piss him off. For fun really, not to get myself killed.
Sin~
Were on the bird again, and I'm riding the back seat. I was watching him all night, and I'm dead tired. Not to mention that I just had to crack a few blond jokes, and accused him of being gay. Well now he knows what I was smirking about. I don't know his motive for smirking, but I'll find out soon enough. I just hope he is not planing to kill me.
I told a few more blond jokes, just to try and get a reaction out of him. Nothing. Well shit, well, I guess I'm free to tell more jokes. Until he does decide to kill me, or do something worse. I think I'll keep it moderate, instead of pestering him with all the jokes. Why the hell do I know so many mean blond jokes? Maybe because of my blond friend back home.
The sun was now rising, touching it with it's light rays of golden ribbons spreading through out the vast sea of sky. I smiled watching the sun come up, when was the last time I seen a sun rise? Or a sun set? I'm always so busy, I never really had time to look outside, or look up. I only look up when I'm sad and want to know if my friend was looking down at me. It always comfort me knowing that the sky was there.
Yawning for the hundredth time, no probably the thousandth time now. I turned around and leaned on his back, hopefully to get a few minutes rest.
Sin~
Opening my eyes once more, I seen that it was dark now. Well shit, I slept all day! It was only suppose to be for a hour, or two, not all day!
"Well be reaching a village soon, hm." I felt his back vibrate when he talked, did he seem a bit stiff? All well, probably nothing, I hope.
"Fine," I said, and watched the world begin to vanish behind us. Now, I'm not sure, but I think he is starting to fidget. "How much longer?" I asked, for only one reason. One reason only, and that reason is I'm starving.
"Soon, hm."
"Alright," I said, and continued watching the world fall as we flew in the sky, above the grounds that kept the wonderful colors of the world.
Soon, I believe it have become about half an hour before we last spoke, and that was about how long we were going to reach the town. We started to descend from the sky, and into the forest below. How long has it been now? Two days? No, only 24 hours I believe. I watched him attach a piece of clay string to my wrist, once done he started walking, while holding the strand of clay in his hand. I could just kick him right now, for being smart for once.
I wonder if I could pull it and break free from it. It sure as hell is worth a try. I tugged lightly on the band that was wrapped around my wrist.
"If you try to break free, you will die, hm."
"How so?" I asked, examining the clay rope.
"Try it then, hm."
I didn't trust the way he said it, so I'll just have to take his word for it.
"Chicken, hm."
"Well, don't get all smug now," I said and continued to walk behind him, wishing I could kick him right now.
"And why not, hm?" He said turning slightly towards me. Why does he have to sound so smug right now!
"Because," I started, smirking. I waited a moment for something to happen. Anything! Please!
"Gah!" I looked down and seen that he had fallen in a hole. Luckily that the clay string was able to stretch that far.
"Of that..." I said smirking, "Now why don't you go find a corner and piss in it?" I asked, seeing it was a round hole. I sat down on the ground waiting for him to come out, only to see the string move oddly. Now what in the world could he be doing down there? I thought, as I peered over the edge of the hole. I watched him walk around in a circle, examining it and go to another spot and did the same.
Is this guy for real? Seriously. Is he really trying to find a 'Corner' of a circle, and 'Piss' in it?
"Dude," I said to him, "It's a god damn circle."
"Your point, hm?"
"It has none," I smiled and sat down again. Waiting for him to get out.
"Hm..." Now what is it? "What do you mean, hm?" Oh my goodness, I smacked myself in the forehead, not believing his stupidness. Is that even a word?
"Did you let your stupidity get the best of you?" That's the word I'm looking for. Alright. A circle. He asked for my point. I told him it has none. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to know what I'm talking about.
"What, hm?"
"Gee, and I thought goldfish were stupid." I muttered.
"What did you say, hm?"
"What did I say?" I asked in the same tone as he did. He shook his head and jumped out, not even bothering to talk to me again. I just shrugged and followed along. What else was I suppose to do? Break the explosive clay tied around my wrist and run for my life while he gets caught in his own creation? Not likely.
We arrived in the small town in only 10 minutes, because of his speed walking. He checked in to a hostelry, and went up to a room. Quickly. We got there in ten seconds, and he locked the door and ran into the bathroom.
"When you gotta go, you gotta go..." I muttered and laid down on the only bed. I listened, a little disgusted with the sound the blond man was making. How long did he have to go?
I should run, just run away from all of this, and try to get back home. Wait, I looked at my wrist, and seen the white band around it. Well shit. Can't run now, he might detonate it while I run, and find someone else to steal. Should I be honored that he is taking pro-cations on keeping me? Why does he want to keep me then?
"Hey!" I called to him, still laying on the bed, "You blond idiot!"
"What, hm!" his voice sounded airy, how long did he wait to go?
"Why did you capture me?" I asked, hoping to actually get an answer. What better way to get an answer while he was in the washroom pissing?
"Thoughts that shouldn't be, in the washroom, hm."
"That's just gross," I commented, half a laugh, half a sigh. I have no idea why it was funny, it just is, also it reminded me of one of the workers. Joe Bear, he is always making some jokes about perverted things, and me being me, I laughed at them. People might think that it's not funny, but I've hung around guys all my life, and I find the jokes funny.
"Sasori No Danna, was right about you, hm."
"How so?" I asked, finally getting something out of him.
"He had said that you were more tolerable then the others, hm."
"What do you think?" I asked, waiting to hear more.
"I just merely thought you had a hot body, hm."
"Now I see why those thoughts shouldn't be in the washroom at this time," I muttered and looked at the ceiling, instead of the bathroom door. Alright, Sasori thinks that I'm tolerable, and the blond prick thinks I have a hot body. Doesn't really answer my other questions. Not really. But it is flattering.
He walked out of the washroom after about half an hour in there, what the hell was he doing? Not sure, and not sure if I want to find out.
"Stay," he said and walked out, locking the door behind him.
"And what the hell am I suppose to do?" I asked the air. Well shit. Looking out the window, I seen that it was now dark out. "Well, I know something I can do," I said and got up from the bed. I looked at what I was wearing, still the same. "Hm, shower first."
Sin~
I left my fire shirt behind as I walked the streets, admiring the structures in the rows. It was a calm, and quiet night, a bit chilly. I felt so out of place here, I feel like I should be wearing a kimono. But I'm wearing dark pants, and a dark shirt.
"Hey," a smooth voice called out, and I turned around to see someone was behind me. "Never seen you around before, I'm Takino Kai."
Was he talking to me, or someone else? I didn't bother to chance a look around, so I just stayed quiet, and stared at him.
"Nice to meet you," I said after a long moments silence. I seen him raise a brow, and I just gave a nervous smile.
"You're cute," he gave a small smile, and bunched his brows together. I had left my hair down, and let it fall to the right side of my face, since my bangs are long, I probably look like a backwards Deidara, without the half ponytail.
I had a chance to look at this smooth talking guy, his hair a medium black, and wild. Dark eyes, and dimples when he smiles. I gave a crooked smile at his comment, and looked away slightly. I wasn't used to flattery like that, or of any kind.
Sin~
Me and Kai had talked for a while, visiting the village for about half the night. He had asked about the white band around my wrist, I told him it was a gift from a friend.
"Your joking, right?" he laughed a bit.
"Yeah, I am," I said smiling, "I was captured by a mad man, and he put this around my wrist so I won't escape. If I did, then I would blow up."
He looked at me like I was crazy, then laughed, "Now I know your joking."
I laughed along with him, still chatting about nothing for a good four hour walk around the village. He took me back where he had found me, telling me he had a good time. Surprisingly I did too. Strange.
After saying good-bye, he started walking the opposite direction. I waited till he was gone, and looked up at the blonde man that was following us the whole time.
"You can come down now," I said, and watched as he jumped from the roof. Accusingly glaring at me. "Hey, I came back, didn't I?"
He remained silent, just staring down at me. Whatever it was he was trying to do, it was failing, cause I refuse to tell him anything and everything. It just won't work with me, nor does the puppy dog eyes, I'm immune to it all.
Continuing his stare, he still is silent, so I shrugged and started walking keeping my tongue in check. My dad had tried it with me one time, and it backfired on him, because I was doing the same to him. That lasted for about two months before he finally quit and asked. My response to that was, 'Wow, that was ages ago, and you still remember that?' I would add silently to myself, 'Jackass', and be on my way.
"I told you to stay, hm." He said, silently following behind me.
"What do I look like? A pet?" I asked, I was going to say, 'Yeah, and?' but that would have pissed him off more. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, and listened to him bitch. I seen that the place we were housing at was starting to come into my view. Thankfully.
"And further more..."
"Your a blonde idiot who has a thing for guys, I get it." I said and walked through the doors.
"I do not, un!"
"Really? Then what was that vibrator doing in your..." I stopped and looked at the people staring at us. "Ass...when..I..walked...yeah..." I said a bit awkwardly and shut my mouth, and walked passed all the people with their mouths hanging open staring at me. I got down the hallway and smiled, knowing I left an open mouthed Deidara behind. What a set up, and that just came out of my mouth without a second thought.
Sin~
The morning shone brightly through the window that I had snaked myself out of last night. I wasn't the type to trust so easily, so I hardly slept so last night seemed a bit hazy. Who was that guy that I talked to last night? I was never good with names.
He hasn't even bothered with my little stunt, but I'm pretty sure something is going to happen, and soon. Just not soon enough. He got up when the light was barely touching his feet, I just kept my head down on the desk, eyes shut and listened to what he was doing.
Getting up out of bed, shuffling of feet padding along the hard wood floor towards some place and a door opening and closing. A light was flicked on, and I took a wild guess he was in the washroom. I waited in silence for him to get out, so I can sleep for at least a few minutes or more.
He finally got out, after a flushing sound was heard, and the creak of a door opening. Then a hand was placed on my shoulder, and I jumped awake.
"Relax, hm."
"Oh, it's only you," I said and laid my head back down. Way to make him sound like he wasn't dangerous. Need to be reminded of that band around my wrist, and the way to do that is if he makes a threat.
"I can kill you at any time, hm."
"If that were true, then you should have done that a long time ago," I said, I'm not at my best in the mornings.
"I'll deal with you later, hm."
I listened as footsteps lead out of the room, with a faint clicking sound, and the turning of some tumblers. We shit, I was locked in. All well, may as well get some rest, without the fear of anyone watching me sleep, or raping me. Hopefully.
~Encore
~Sin: Not beta-ed. Sadly. Anyways, this thing screwed up on me, now I have to fix the mistakes all over again. Meaning I have to read it again ^w^ yay~! It's why I write stories, so I can read 'em again.
Alright, done. I just beta-ed myself, heh. Oh, and sorry to my beta ^w^; I just couldn't wait any longer. Well, hopefully I'll get a critic here. Later~!
~Sin!
Ruler of all things evil~! *Lightning flashes and thunder rolls* AH~! *You will find me under your bed as scary as hell*