I don't own any characters of Naruto or the Akatsuki respectively.
Ninx pulled bring herself into the windowsill counting in the back of her mind. If she was quick there would be a full half hour to get as far off as she could. A weeks planing and that was the best she could do.
The night air was warm and black when she wrapped her fingers round the drainpipe drawing in a deep breath before she swung. The leap brought her a few feet off the building, far enough to clear the sensors. The drainpipe sagged but had just held. She stood brushing off her pants and drawing the darkness around her pulling it in her skin flushing with the colors of the night sky and rich with grey. Catlike slits formed amid pools of black and amber.
A minute, no two.
—
The sun brought steamy hot to the wood. Ninx sat at the roots of a tree her lips pursing. Of course she'd have to go back, she always had to do that or things got of hand but even the cosy cadges got unbearable after a while. The security and iron stuck to skin like parasites.
It felt good to spread out without having to worry about hitting a soldier or iron. A giggle worked it's way up her throat and bubbled up it's ringing in her head almost blocking out the rumbling. Rumbling which rang through the ground like the growl of a lioness. Ninx was on her feet like a cat startled her eyes swiveling to the broken ground to the side where an oversized Venus flytrap was emerging from the ground bringing with it fragments of bloody mess. Must not have been a very hungry evil plant monster because most of the victim seemed to be there if admirably torn up.
The flytrap opened revealing a face with the likeness of Janus with both eyes looking at her and blinking.
There was a hiss from the pile of dismembered pieces followed by a profane burst, "Zetsu what the fuck are you waiting for heathen." The profanity was spewed from the bloody mouth of the dismembered man. Ninx stared it transfixed. Plant two-face titled his flytrap head slightly, "Can we eat her?"
"We can't," it told itself to her relief, she thought she'd have to kill the thing and she was to interested in it to kill it. Meanwhile the severed head was still spewing curses forth, "That bastard and his damn will of fire. By Jashin's name I will slaughter him."
"Your ambitious for a talking head." Ninx leaned on her knees the blood making her vision swirl. She reached out and gripped the head by it's hair looking fascinated at the fowl mouthed creature.
Again the ground rumbled this time the whole monster coming to the surface looking at her, "Can we eat them?"—again it's answer was no—"Girl put that down. You don't know where it's been."
"Zetsu you bastard! Put me back together so I can slay this heathen bitch in the name of Jashin!" the head howled blood spurting out his mouth, how was he still bleeding? Where was all that blood coming from?
"Quite Hidan."
"Where's Kakuzu? Its been an eternity, did he go for that damn bounty first? Did he kill the little heathen who blew me up?"
"Kakuzu is dead, killed by the nine tails. You are lucky I was able to bring you up from under all that rubble Hidan."
"THEN WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO PUT ME BACK TOGETHER!"
Zetsu's orange eye scrolled up and narrowed, "Do you have healing jitsu?"
"Jashin doesn't allow healing you—"
In the distance there was a loud bellow which rang through the trees, the magnified sound making birds launch to the sky, "Ninx! Ninx Chan you bastard where are you." She flinched the head dropping back to the ground its seemingly inexhaustible blood sputtering on her stockings.
"Of course if you want us to tell those shinobi where you are you can refuse."
Ninx paled, if they found her covered in blood they'd freak, worst they'd think she'd torn up loony capo. Her hand fisted black surfacing at her fingertips but she pushed it back, pushed the rage back meeting Zetsu's eyes firmly, "Got a needled and thread?"
By the time she was finished her hands were sticky and hot with blood and ears blind to Mr. Immortals swears, luckily the blindness had set in before the profanity could make her ears bleed. Even living under constant guard of professional soldiers she'd never heard such a steady flow of the profane. For safety she waited to do the head until last demanding that he stay still under threat of re-deception and a needle through the eye. For some reason the threat of pain gave her a brief and notably awe filled silence.
She'd never felt so gritty, her hair was past her hips and sticking uncomfortably on her and though she wanted it back her hands were bloody and she didn't want the plant guy near her neck with his occasional suggestions to himself about eating her. All the blood was making her dizzy like a drunken shark before a frenzy. Her trembling hands couldn't break the threat so she dipped her head her teeth snapping it the metallic taste making her shiver. Franken-jerk pushed her off, it hurt which wasn't good.
Then he gripped her at the throat leaning over her menacingly blood dripping from the rivets that drenched him and his body a strange minefield of stitches. Though he shouldn't be able to move he could.
"Hidan, we don't have time for one of your rituals."
The darkness was seeping into her skin again curling up her bloodied hands, spreading in her eyes like spilled ink turning her pupils to amber backed slits. There were no blades on her person as they weren't allowed but she raked her nails across his cheek and brought a knee up sharply.
"Bitch."
Her blood was throbbing though her veins, her muscles tensing up. Shadows widened to swallow her.
When she came back to it was being dragged rope wrapped around her wrists chafing, body feeling horridly raw. She looked dully up seeing the stitch riddled bloody back of Mr. Immortal her head sinking back uncertainly.
"Couldn't have at least carried me?"
"Don't complain I could've let Zetsu eat you." He stopped releasing the rope so it slid down and she knocked her head hard on the ground.
"Bastard."
Then he was tugging back her hair in vengeance pulling it to the side in a bloody fist his rage palatable, "That symbol."
"Symbol?" it hit her that he was talking about the tattoo on her neck, the one she could hardly remember getting, "What about it?"
"Heretic you wear the mighty symbol of Jashin and don't flaunt it?"
"Jashin…" she grimaced the name hitting her like a blade her face flushing. That name had always been on her parents lips, her parents been the ones who'd turned her into a demon.
"So you do recognize it, his eyes had this far away bloodshot look like he'd drank a bit to much, his voice was overloud and kind. Saying no to crazy probably murderers who'd previously been torn limb from limb was never a good idea.
"Uh yeah…"
—
In which Ninx wishes she hadn't broke out of prison
Zetsu surfaced in the headquarters in a notable bruised state. He stepped from the soil his fly trap head dented in, his orange eye swollen shut from a well placed and lucky blow, his cloak torn in a way that would make Kakuzu turn over in his grave. The finances of the Akatsuki would certainly be a mess now that the money grubbing zombie was gone and the need for Zetsu's special brand of corpse disposal would no longer be needed quite as much. Of course there was still Hidan but the immortal was touchy about the subjects of his rituals being taken away when they were fresh and their blood still available for Jashin.
"Funny," Pein was saying oblivious to Zetsu creeping up behind him as he spoke with Konan, "I never considered that we'd have to find Hidan a partner, when we chose him the most important thing was that he could survive Kakuzu."
Konan was looking through a stack of files filled with criminal records looking for anyone who could survive Hidan, this proved to be as hard as finding people to survive Kakuzu as he was at least as volatile as the group scrooge if not more so.
"Can we eat him?"
Pein filched hard Zetsu was stealthy for an oversized, two faced plant. On first glance one would never think stealth was in the books for the guy.
"The piercing would stick in your teeth, what happened to you?"
"Hidan provoked a demoness."
"A demoness huh?" Konan put down her file, "Well the organization could use a better female to male ratio for PR."
"We have Deidara."
"Technically I put him down as a transgender in the diversity category."
"Trans from what gender exactly?" Before this mind boggling question could be answered and the nitpick points of sexuality explored the door burst open with a stream of profanity so foul it made some of the flowers blooming on Zetsu wilt.
"Great," Ninx strode in furiously behind him, "Great you've had your fun, you've sworn now let me go."
"Hidan why have you lead a girl to our Base? Is it for a sacrifice?"
"Like hell it is," the girl hissed drawing her fingers splaying out writs turning dark and misty, she jerked them out of the ropes and lunged for Hidan's throat.
Pein looked to Zetsu, "This is the demoness?"
Zetsu had closed himself inside his flytrap and thorns were surfacing on his skin and his feet sinking into the ground. A muffled shout came from inside the flytrap, "Don't let her go off."
Go off? Blood spurted from Hidan's half severed neck which had come loose on it's stitches. He gripped at it, "Bitch."
She was on the ground blood staining her hands and clothes, eyes blinking into slits. Zetsu disappeared deep under the surface and refused to come up. Hidan blinked, "Oh hell…"
When Ninx woke up it was sore, bruised, bloody, and laid out on a stiff bed her head spinning. She moaned to herself trying to curl up feeling throbbing where she'd gotten cut across the chest with Mr. Immortal's scythe even though the skin was mostly healed up.
"Why look who's up," Hidan leaned on the doorframe though how exactly he'd known she'd woke (or perhaps how long he'd been leaning on the doorframe watching her in anticipation) she wasn't sure. Since she'd blacked out he'd cleaned up, washed off the blood, put on fresh clothes but apparently not a shirt.
As he only responded properly to the fowl she told him where he could shove his damn scythe, unfortunately the violence offered by this proposal obviously appealed to him. He strode in seemingly eager for the experience though now that she got a better look she saw that his scythe wasn't there.
"Your such a bitch." He dug his hand under his cloak and sent something flying at her in a blur. Really she oughtn't have caught it but she did regardless the silky fabric nearly slipping through her fingers.
"What is this?" her cosy prison cell was sounding good at this point. She wondered how Ren was doing with her search.
Hidan snorted, "What do you think, look at the damn symbols."
"The clouds…?"
"Which are."
"A poor fashion choice."
"You ignorant heathen. We're the fucking Akatsuki."
"The who?"
"What hell hole have you been cowering in?"
Her lips pursed, "A prison."
