She was sleeping soundly in her bed, her long curly brown hair splayed around her. She had always been a light sleeper mostly because of the fact that She lived alone and couldn't trust any foreign noises. Especially loud crashes followed by cursing and shushing noises. Oh crap, this wasn't good.
She sat up in the bed and pulled her duvet to her chest, praying to god that she was still sleeping and those noises she clearly just heard had been a very loud figment of her imagination. She cursed silently, she knew she should sleep with more clothing on but it's just very uncomfortable.
Okay, so perhaps her first reaction should not have been pulling on her dark purple silk nightie that was on the floor next to the bed. But honestly she didn't want to be seen with only her panties on by whoever is destroying her house and probably get raped because of it.
Her first reaction probably should have been calling the police and hiding under her bed or in her closet before the door was broken down. It wasn't even locked… She squeaked fearfully and buried her head into the duvet, hyperventilating into the soft material in a panic.
The material was soon ripped from her hands and thrown off the bed, leaving her feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable. She shrunk back into the pillows; her eyes still screwed shut, refusing to acknowledge that something so frightening was actually happening to her.
Her upper arm was grabbed roughly and her 'tiger's eye' (the gemstone) brown eyes snapped open, suddenly realising that this was indeed a reality. She looked up at her assailant in horror as she was pulled off the bed in one harsh movement.
"Guys, there's a girl in here," the man shouted in a gruff voice as he gripped the back of her neck and shoved her forward and out the shattered doorway. Her house was rather large and she lived on the outskirts of town, always preferring the solitude that her job required. She regretted it now, she had no friends, no family and nobody nearby that would hear her scream or even find her if she were to be killed.
She stumbled forward slightly but didn't say anything or make a sound; she was almost too scared to breathe. She was dragged into her living room and pushed into a sitting position on the elevated rectangular couch with no sort of backrest as it was used as an extension and footrest for her couches.
Even though her head was downcast and her eyes stared helplessly at her hands she could feel the numerous eyes trained on her small form. She trembled violently and screwed her eyes shut, her breaths coming out in shallow puffs. Did I mention she also has social anxiety disorder and tended to stay as far away from people as possible?
"Girl, you will tell us where we are, now" another deep male voice demanded. She lifted my head slightly and blinked in confusion. How could they not know where they are? Surely they would know where they were if they broke into her house.
"A-ano Japan?" She mumbled in confusion looking into startling crimson eyes before quickly returning her eyes to her lap. Who could possibly have such red irises? Surely it had to be contacts.
"And which Great Shinobi country is that in?" he asked in an emotionless voice. She looked up at him to gauge if he was being serious. What was that supposed to mean?
"What d-do you mean?" She asked, just noticing the stress lines carved below his eyes. He turned his head and gave a man with messy red hair a meaningful look.
"What's your name girl?" He demanded, turning his head back to face her.
"Mae A-Akiyama," She replied, nervously twiddling her thumbs in her lap, still trembling, mostly because of the hand that was still tightly gripping the nape of her neck.
"Kisame tie her up over there," the same man said, gesturing to one of the table legs of her dining room table. The table was a dark mahogany and easily weighed 500kg, It was a table that used to be used for large gatherings. She had inherited it from her mother a few years back when her parents had died in a car crash. Unfortunately they were her only family members and she was their only child.
She winced as her hands were wretched painfully behind her back and circled the thick pillar like table legs, the person who was tying her up was obviously unaware of just how strong he was and how fragile she was. He finished the job and left her alone on the floor, she was actually glad that her first reaction was to pull clothing on.
She was certain she wouldn't have had enough time to call the police and hide anyway and she definitely didn't want to be mostly naked in front of the 8 men that she counted in her living room, including the one that was gripping her neck and just tied her up.
She found it hard to see any details of the men in the dim lighting but she could have sworn that the skin of the man that had tied her up was a little bit off colour and he was also freakishly huge. She let out a shaky breath and pulled her knees to the side of her body, leaning back against the table leg. This was going to be a long night and she didn't understand what the men wanted from her.
They honestly couldn't have found a better house though because she was so isolated here, her job required her to write and submit to her publisher online as she was known to be uncomfortable around people. Although you wouldn't think so from the way she easily portrayed human emotions in her writings.
She looked up at the black clock on the opposite wall, its bubbly white numbers jumping out to her as the striped hands pointed out that she had only been sleeping for a couple of hours before she was awoken. It was only midnight and she was simply too frightened to go to sleep. Were these men going to kill her?
She forced herself no to think about it and followed the men's forms with her eyes as the moved around the living room and searched thoroughly through every draw before turning on the large plasma television in front of them.
The television buzzed to life and the Tokyo news woman conversed with the viewers. The men watched with interest at what the woman was saying.
"What is an America, un?" one of the men asked, turning towards the same man that interrogated her a few minutes before. The men stared at each other before all turning to her at the same time, she flinched back and screwed her eyes shut.
"A-America is a Continent a-and an American is a p-person from the continent," she breathed out shakily, very confused as to how 8 full grown males could be unaware of the country they were currently in and one of the continents of Earth.
They looked at her with baffled expressions but returned to what they were doing, desperately searching for something that would hint at how they could return home.
She eventually found her eyes drooping shut and after a few minutes she went limp against the chair leg, he head leaning to one side.
Itachi instantly knew when the girl had fallen asleep by her breathing regulating and her small frame slumping backwards.
"I am fairly certain that the teleportation jutsu did not take us to the land of Iron as it was meant to," he whispered dully, staring pointedly at Sasori who had given Pein and Konan the idea to teleport them as a means of faster transportation.
Sasori huffed and looked away, he wasn't happy with this development either. His perfect puppet body was replaced by perishable flesh and bones and they were trapped in an unknown dimension.
Hi, I just had to write this and get it out of my system, the need to write an OC and Akatsuki story has been bothering me for a few days. I'm not really expecting much of a response to this as I usually hate OC stories myself. Anyway if you enjoy it or want me to continue then please leave me a review and if I get enough interest I will continue it.
I also want to emphasise on the fact that Mae doesn't know who they are and this is a kind of AU dimension where the Naruto series is not a manga or even known about at all.