Sinning With An Angel

A story by Songstone

Songstone: Because I felt like writing something for Kisame and Itachi! XD Well, you'll have to read this chapter first before I give an explanation, so I hope that you'll enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Chapter 1: Boy's Night Out

"Come on. I know this great place to go to. It's downtown, un." I allowed myself to be talked into climbing into my friend's car and heading towards the 'bad side' of town. Deidara seemed pleased with himself as he broke the speed limit with his bright yellow eye-sore of a car. "I went there before. Lots of hotties." He snickered to himself and whizzed right past a stop sign, not even bothering to look both ways.

That was just how Deidara was. He didn't care about rules and regulations and prefered to drive sixty in a fifty-five mile per hour zone. He liked to break rules and he had been that way ever since fifth grade where we met. He had a very unhealthy obsession with fire as well. I can still remember him as a puny ten-year-old sitting outside with a magnifying glass, trying to burn the worker ants that passed by his feet.

"Okay. But just remember; I want to be back at the dorms at least by one o' clock. I have a test tomorrow. And so do you, Dei." That was the most annoying aspect that Deidara had. He wouldn't listen to what anyone said. I had tried to talk him out of going downtown since it was already eleven thirty at night, but he didn't pay any attention to me. And now here I was, being driven towards some unknown restaraunt. Or my death, judging by the way Deidara was driving.

"Yes mom." Deidara said, rolling his blue eyes and then turning to stick his tongue out at me. I couldn't help but laugh when he did that.

"You look like a chick, man." I informed him, chuckling. Deidara had always appeared feminine. He chose to grow his blond hair long, keeping it styled in a ponytail on the back of his neck. His eyelashes were long and his bangs hung low over one eye. From afar, he could pass as a very flat-chested girl, but once he started talking, you would know he was a guy. His voice had gotten really deep as soon as he had hit puberty, so now he had the voice of a man but the appearance of a lady. Everyday I teased him about it and everyday I got teased right back.

"And you look like the Catch of the Day, Fish Face. Un." Deidara snapped, but in a joking manner. I could tell because he had a small smirk on his face as he spoke.

I growled a bit anyway, constantly defending my looks. My skin wasn't by any means a 'normal' color since the pigment was a light blue. I had been told that my golden colored eyes were small and beedy and that they were to close together. Also, my nose was too big and I had a wide mouth that allowed me to show off nearly all of my teeth when I smiled. Just beneath my eyes on either side of my face, I had three black lines that some people chose to call gills. Hence the comparison to a fish. I was way too tall, standing six foot six at the age of twenty-two, and my body was large and looming over everyone else's. I looked different, yes, but I had never considered myself different than anyone else. Still, I ocassionally got teased. Namely by Deidara.

"Aw, bite me." I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Where?" Was the response I got, and I rolled my eyes while Deidara began to snort in amusement. He tried, but the man just wasn't funny. "Look, Kisame. We're here." He slammed his foot down on the brake so suddenly that I went forward, gagging when my neck was caught by the seatbelt I wore. "Let's go. Un." Deidara hopped out of the vehicle after he had cut the engine, not having to unbuckle himself since he never wore a safety belt.

Rubbing my neck, I unstrapped myself and shoved the car door open, standing up to my full height and walking towards my friend, who was already heading towards the entrance of a large purple building. "What is this place?" I asked as I followed him up the steps.

Deidara looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. "It's called Shut Up An Stop Asking Questions, un." He joked, but something about the way his eyes gleamed in excitement and how he smiled at me made me shiver slightly.

As we neared the door, I caught sight of a flyer advertising the building. It read 'The Palace.' I raised a brow and then glanced down at Deidara. That certainly didn't sound like the name of a restaurant. "Dei, where'd you bring me?" I asked, but I let my eyes move away from my friend once he had pushed the door open and the aroma of alcohol hit me right in the face. Loud music made me deaf for a moment, but when I had recovered, I head Deidara telling me to follow him. I did so without complaint, but let my eyes wander to inspect where I was.

I saw rows of men sitting in front of a stage, whistling and waving their arms. Some were guzzling down what could have been their tenth beer for all I knew, and they were stumbling around awkwardly. Looking away from the spectators, I glanced up at the stage to see what was happening to make everyone cheer. Instantly, I stopped in my tracks and my eyes went so wide, I though that they would pop out of my head. There were . . . poles. They had poles in the middle of the stage and people were dancing around them. No, not just people. Men. They were all men and they were twirling and throwing themselves at the poles, swinging around and around while the crowd below cheered them on.

"Deidara!" I hissed from between clenched teeth. "You brought me to a strip club!" I wrenched my eyes away from the people up on stage and glared down at my best friend, who was looking like he was about to go into hysterics. "A gay strip club!"

Deidara snickered as he looked up at me, then he turned towards the counter where he had led me to. He flashed his ID and then ordered two alcoholic beverages before he turned back to me. "It's not that bad, Kisame. Look, un. There's women over there." He pointed to the side where there were at least three ladies surrounding one man. They were shaking and dancing very suggestively in front of him while he cheered and slipped cash into their thongs. "But everyone knows you like men. So give up the act."

My cheeks heated up, though it was hard to see the faint blush that stained my face because of the strange color my skin held. I didn't comment to my friend's words since they were sort of true. I had always held some sort of fascination with my own gender and found myself drawn to them. I had even lost my virginity to a man; Deidara. When I was sixteen and he was fifteen we had both decided to experiment a little bit with our bodies. What had followed had been a very short, awkward, sexual act that both of us regret. We hadn't been ready for such an act, so it hadn't been very enjoyable. However, as we continued to grow, we would occasionally get together and complete the act again. Both for sexual gratification and for experience. I never considered us a couple, and neither had he, so there was no worry about commitment or unfaithfulness.

"We have a test tomorrow. I can't take it with a hangover." I protested when Deidara shoved a bottle of beer into my hands. "I want to finish collage, Deidara. I can't do that if I'm out every night partying."

The blond scoffed and pushed me towards a table to sit at, taking a long gulp from his own bottle as he did so. "You're going to fail it anyway, Kisame." He told me flatly, but jokingly. "You're not all that bright." He cackled to himself and weaved his way through the small crowd that had formed around the stage we were heading towards.

With a heavy sigh, I allowed myself to follow the shorter man. "Thanks for the support." I groaned, rolling my eyes. "With friends like you, who needs enemies?" I chuckled along with Deidara and continued to walk towards an empty table, but found myself stumbling back when someone crashed into my chest roughly. "Oh! Excuse me." I apologized quickly, even if it hadn't been my fault.

The person who had bumped into me recoiled and caught himself against a nearby table. "Hey--" He began with an annoyed tone in his voice. He lifted his head to stare up at my face and instantly his eyes widened. The man wasn't very tall; he must have stood at least five foot six, so he was obviously intimidated by my massive height. He had long black hair reaching his mid-back while it lay pulled back into a loose ponytail. His eyes were also black, cool and surrounded by thick lashes. The man cleared his throat and tightened the knots on the robe he was wearing. " . . . Watch where you walk." He warned in a huff, hurrying past me in the next second and disappearing into the crowd.

"You watch where you're walking, you bitch!" Deidara called after him, taking another long drink from his bottle. "Geez, what a jackass. Right Kisame? Un. Kisame. Yo, Fish Face!" I felt something strike against my arm and instantly gave a start, looking away from where the stranger had left to stare down at my friend.

"Huh?" I asked lamely, glancing over to where the shorter man had left before I turned and focused all of my attention on the blond.

"Oh my God." Deidara scoffed, breaking out into a snide grin. "You like him." He motioned at me quickly and then headed back towards a free table where we would be able to sit and drink; and enjoy the show.

"What?" I asked, my mouth falling open instantly. I hurried after Deidara quickly, putting the bottle of beer down before I actually took a seat. "I don't like him . . ." I clarified, placing my chin into the palm of my hand as I leaned on my elbow.

"Tch. Sure you don't. That's why you were checking out his ass, un." Deidara snickered and took a long gulp from the beer in his hand.

I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment and glared across the table at Deidara, who chuckled when he saw my face. "I was not. Shut up." I told him flatly, pouting a bit. I glanced down at the beer that I had set onto the table and picked it up after a few contemplative thoughts on whether or not I should. Placing the rim of the bottle against my lips, I tilted back my head and took one long swig--

--not even getting a chance to swallow, the alcoholic beverage was coughed back up when my eyes landed on something. Or rather, someone.

From somewhere around me, I heard Deidara cry out and start to scream at me for spitting up all over him, but I payed him no mind. My eyes were glued completely on the stage that we had seated ourselves besides.

The lights above had changed a bit and were flashing an eerie purple and red while some fast music began to blare from the speakers around the stage. Never once did I take my eyes away from the stage, or the person who had walked out into the spotlight.

"Un? Hey! It's that bitch who bumped into you, right?" Deidara's voice was suddenly louder, indicating that he was leaning in close to me. He had probably been about to whack me or something, though he had followed my gaze and saw who I was watching. I heard him cackle to himself before he said loudly, in a sing song voice that made me want to punch him; "Ha! Kisame's in love with a stripper, un!"

Songstone: . . . BECAUSE ITACHI'S THEME SOUNDS LIKE STRIPPER MUSIC! XD I wanted to write something that dealt with the Akatsuki guys, be it AU or Narutoverse, and this is what came out. I blame it all on Itachi for having stripper music as his theme. XD Anyway, I have good plans for this story. It's going to have many twist and turns for poor Kisame and Itachi, so I hope you guys will stick around for another chapter. R&R please!

P.S: Don't you just love Deidara's "un"?! XD