This is an idea that two of my friends and I thought up. The OCs Aoki and Rin does not belong to me. They belong to Aoki Rachel and D. Bloodyfriend. I only own Freesia. Anyways I needed a break from my other story since I keep drawing up a blank for that. This is not a one-shot by any means.
Long story short, this story is generally like the kind where 3 girls falls into Naruto's world, and meet the Akatsuki. I'll try my best to make it much more less cliché, so give it a try then tell me what you think. ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. X X X X X X X X "You know, that thing is definitely illegal...are you sure you should be flashing it around?" Aoki's fierce whisper reached my ears. I sighed, as the prospect of a nice nap on the train disappeared instantly. It was that discussion again.
"What?", Rin snorted. "It's not like anybody is going to report me." I could even hear the grin in her voice.
"That doesn't mean that you have to take it out at any possible moment."
Rin sighed as she stuffed her favorite boxing gloves back into her bag. "Its just spikes isn't it?" She said exasperatedly. "It's like..." I cracked my eyes open a little. The look on her face made me positively sure that she was aiming to win this argument. "...like knives and...and gloves! Knives aren't illegal, gloves aren't illegal too. So, a mix of them wouldn't be illegal! See?"
Aoki's eyes narrowed. Even when not directed at me, I could feel the frigidness of her glare. Oh boy, Rin was definitely in for it... "Oh? How about if we ask your instructor? If it is allowed, then I guess he wouldn't mind right?"
"Errm...ah...I don't think we should be bothering him with such trivial stuff. Hahaha..." As expected, Rin tried to laugh it off. God knows what lecture she will be in for if Richard finds out that she have yet to discard, and I quote, ' The Abominable Thing of Disgrace'.
"And you..."
I snapped my eyes fully open the instant I heard her directing her voice to me. In record speed I mentally went through my list of "What not to do when Aoki is around" which actually translate into "What not to do most of the time", considering the fact that we were always together.
Was I drumming my fingers? No. Was I sitting in an unladylike position? No. Had I given a death glare to some random person who pissed me off? No, not yet at least. Did I keep my-
Aoki beat me to it. "I thought I told you not to hang that Thing around your bag. It gives us unnecessary attention."
Ah, so I forgot to keep my Sound head-band in my bag. I tried to arrange my face into one of innocence. "Oh really? Gee, I'm so sorry! I forgot all about it! I mean, it seem really normal to be hung around my bag that I totally forgot."
From the chuckles that seem to be coming from Rin, and the skeptical look that Aoki was giving me, I'd hazard a guess that my act wasn't working. Oh, well, at least I tried.
"Oriental Tower. Oriental Tower. Passengers heading to..." The train slowed to a stop, effectively stopping the conversation from going any further. I heaved a sigh of relive as I gathered my stuff, quickly heading towards the door. An escape from what Rin and I termed as "The lecture of Death" was very rare, and I intend to make full use of it.
From the frequent stares that were thrown our way, we must seem to be a weird group. Rin would be the most lucky of us three, considering that her equipments consisted of a mere pair of boxing gloves that could be stuffed into her bag. Oh, not the illegal ones, but the ones she'll be using for her matches. Unlike her, Aoki bore the burden of her bow, while my katana attracted no less stares from other passengers.
The three of us were gathering for a competition in our own respective fields of expertise. Not that I am boasting, but I think we could be considered as one of the better ones in our own fields, if our numerous medals were anything to speak for that.
Aoki grabbed a newspaper from the stands as we strolled our way to our destination. As Rin and I started our usual discussion of "Orochimaru is way better looking." "Get some glasses will you, Sasori is definitely the tops!" Aoki read her newspaper.
"C'mon, admit it Orochimaru just screams sexy as much as your Sasori" I made a disgusted face "screams short."
"Oh, you did not just say that! Orochimaru does not even have a specific gender, and whats more-"
As I rallied up my next point for our discussion, ( I refuse to term them as 'squabbling' like what Aoki would use ) we were interrupted.
"Would you guys stop squabbling?" See what I mean, SEE what I mean? " I give you both a break, and you start going on about Nutso. Really-"
"It's Naruto, not Nutso." I grimaced at the mistake. Sure, Naruto wasn't even one of my favorite character, but to get the name wrong like this... A look on Rin's face told me that she shared the same sentiments.
"Ah, whatever. Anyway, just to inform you both of something more useful," Heavy emphasis was placed on the word. Heavy but unnecessary, although I refrained from telling her so. "It's your birth month, Freesia. Sagittarius."
I groaned. Not this again! If anything, someone so down-to-earth like Aoki have got to be the last person on the Universe to believe in Horoscopes! It just doesn't match. Like cup noodles and chocolates. I am positive that there must have been a mix up at the input-of-the-character-of-the-babies section in Heaven, and I intend to inquire about that the moment I get a chance to.
"It seems that you will have a very good month ahead of you. Cupid will favor you, and romance will bloom! You will meet The One, that is Mr. Right, and you two will hit it off at the start! Ohohoh! And you will have a wish come true!" I'd swear to any god that she hit a high note here.
Even as we entered the elevator, she was still going on about it. "Your lucky number is 3, and your lucky color is violet, and..."
I sighed, I am going to suffer this for 100 floors. Which was really crazy, now that I thought of it. No, I don't mean what I have to suffer, although that was certainly ridiculous. It was the fact that the competition is going to take place at a sports hall that is 100 stories above ground level. I mean, what the hell? Which sane person would actually build on so high up? I seriously must have a word with my instructor.
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"Is it ready yet?" The owner of the voice stood behind his colleague, his hands gripping the back of the chair his colleague was sitting on tightly. Both of them were in the back of a van, and he was the taller of them two. Nine months, they have been planning this for nine months. There is no way something will go wrong now. No, nothing could possibly go wrong now.
"Yes. I am currently synchronizing with site one and site two. They will be ready soon."
This voice belonged to the shorter one, and like the first, it was tense and excited. This will be a large blow to the State. A very big impact, that will bring forth a different impression of their group. And they will ride it. The fear from the civilians, the fear from the government, the fear from the world. They will ride it to the fullest.
Then maybe, they can finally get liberation for their country.
"It's done." Shortie's fingers hovered over the red button, as his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. His breathing came out fast and shallow. All of a sudden, the air seemed to have became thicker. This is it, the moment they have waited for is finally here.
A hand gripped his shoulders a little tightly. Whether it was for support or because his partner was nervous, it was still appreciated all the same. He turned around to look at Mr. Tall, who gave him a nod. He took in a deep breath and swallowed.
Then, he hit the button.
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I mentally groaned. The place was empty. Like, E.M.P.T.Y. The totally-nobody-in-the-dark-dark-hall kind of empty. But it was a superb hall all the same. Sunlight filtered through the glass windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, making lighting unnecessary. Various equipments lined the sides of the hall waiting to be shifted to the main arena, to be the center of attraction. Comfortable looking seats, unlike the hard and stiff ones at stadiums, lined the perimeter of the arena to be filled with supporters and onlookers. Okay, so it was a nice looking hall, that was just ridiculously placed. Fine. I think I could live with it.
But still...
"We are like, 3 hours early." I said, my voice hoarse, I couldn't believe it.
Three hours with Aoki. Not that I don't like her, don't get me wrong. It's just that Aoki can become kind of jumpy before a competition. Seriously, that girl have the skills with the bow. All she needs to do is believe in herself. Which reminds me of the time she freaked out at her History exam, then totally scoring the top marks for it. A little faith in herself is all she needs. God knows that I have an overdose of that for myself.
...okay, so that wasn't my main concern. It's just that, I woke up three hours earlier for NOTHING. NOTHING, when I could could have slept longer, laze around longer or just done something equally productive. But no, my best friend had to drag me out of bed with a cheerful "Good Morning!" ( Okay, so that wasn't exactly what she said. But, "Get up now before I confiscate your Sound head-band and other stuff" got me up real fast, I'll grudgingly admit it. ) and forced me here.
It's acceptable if I reached 10 minutes early. 30 minutes or even one hour, that I am okay with. But 3 HOURS EARLY? No, that is like, against my tradition, big time.
"Well, more time for us to rest then." Rin said, stretching her arms as she headed towards a bench.
"Don't you think we should practice? I think my aiming was a little off the last time I-"
Whatever Aoki wanted to say, was immediately cut off by an explosion. A damn loud one at that. It wasn't the kind that started off as a small tremor, steadily increasing in magnitude.
The entire building suddenly shook so much that some of the glass plane of the windows cracked and shattered. Equipments that were less stable toppled over, but the noise caused was covered by the overriding sound of the explosion.
Someone screamed. Who? Was it me? I didn't know.
"What the fuck is happening?" Rin shouted over the noise as she sprinted to where Aoki and I had gathered.
"What make's you think I know?" I shouted back in reply, looking around wildly, trying to find out what the hell was going on. A series of possibility raced through my mind, each one equally dire in terms of consequence. Tsunami? Earthquake? Typhoon? Tornado? But do they cause something like an explosion? I don't think so. So maybe it's a terrorist attack?
"How about we just make our way down first?" I suggested, tugging both Rin and Aoki along as I headed towards the lift.
Our pace evolved into a mad dash for the lift as the building tipped to one side, as if one of it's foundations have been removed and it could no longer balance.
Panic rose within me as the the screen failed to respond even as Rin jabbed at the button repeatedly. The lift was down. This breakdown was probably cause by the explosion, whatever it is.
"The stairs!" Aoki snapped, and we all ran towards the emergency staircase that is used only during, well, an emergency. Which is like, NOW.
We pushed the doors open, and padded down the stairs the fastest we could. Great, now I've got a trip of 100 stories down the stairs to look forward to. I seriously should have a word with my instructor about the place of the competition.
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"What is going on?" Mr. Tall asked, glaring at the monitor. "This wasn't what we planned! The building should have collapsed by now!"
Shortie hands shook as his fingers moved across the keyboard, keying in things into the computer.
"I d-don't know." he said, stuttering. "Site two isn't responding!" The building should have collapsed as planned. Their group had planned and executed it so perfectly. Up till now. The force of the bomb at the basement combined with that of the bomb situated at the middle of the 100-story building should have been able to cause its fall. But only the one at the basement, site one, blew up.
This can't be happening.
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This seriously can't be happening. I came here for a once in a lifetime competition, not a once in a life time experience like this!
Rin was panting a little, and we were not even past the 80th story yet. Hah, that will teach her for refusing to go exercising with me. Thankfully, my exercise routine includes climbing up and down a 30-story building four times.
"A very good month ahead of me huh Aoki? Tell me why I don't believe in horoscopes again." I said, while I tried to ignore how my hands were getting dirty from the dust on the banisters.
"This could be the only bad-" *pant**pant* "-only bad day in this entire month!" She retorted.
73rd floor, 72nd floor, 71st floor... (This is BORING)
"Then how about the-" *pant* "-the Mr. Right stuff?" I asked, starting to pant a little. "How can it be true if I'm going to die? Or do you expect me to fall from here and land right in his arms? How romantic huh."
"That means that you aren't going to die, you idiot. Although I'd gladly do you that favor now." Aoki muttered through gritted teeth.
I turned to ask Rin's opinion, but a well timed glare from her and the sight of her holding what looks like a stitch in her side made me think better of it. Maybe next time.
64th floor, 63rd floor, 62nd floor... (If the silence is trying to kill me, it's doing a pretty good job of it...)
"You know, if I really believed in the stuff you read, I'd be really glad to use that wish now."
"If it shuts you up, then just use it. Not everybody is crazy like you to go running staircases, so you would pardon us if this is torturing us when our lives depends on it." Aoki sent a death glare my way.
I shut up immediately. Hey, I do know how to take a hint afterall.
My mind started wandering and I got so lost in my thoughts that I only vaguely noticed what floors we were at.
55th floor, 54th floor...
If I were to die now, I'd definitely regret it for the rest of my ghostly after-life. There was so much I wanted to do!
53rd floor, 52nd floor...
Maybe if I got out, I should write a letter on what I would like to tell others if I were to die. It never hurts to be prepared afterall. They will be from the very bottom of my heart. Like, I really should tell Heather that I really liked the dress she wore to Janice's birthday party, even though I described it to be puke-green. And Kelly, I should really tell her that it was me who ate the pudding in her house for a midnight snack, so that she'll forgive her innocent boyfriend.
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"I got it, I GOT THE SIGNAL!" Shortie exclaimed.
With a triumphant shout, he slammed his palm on the button for the final time.
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51st floor...
Hmm...if I could use that bogus wish that Aoki claimed I have. Isn't it every fan-girl's dream to be saved by their favorite characters when in danger? Well, I hope that-
50th floor...
-my favorite anime characters will save us and-
Whatever I was meant to have thought, got interrupted by another loud explosion. But this one didn't seem like a bomb, yet at the same time, it does. Okay, so the thing or whatever it is went 'BOOM!'. Very bomb-like, if you ask me. But do bomb fill your vision with white light? I don't know but I think I am about to find out. Thankfully there was no longer any screaming this time round. That was cause I got used to it. I mean, hey, bombs exploding all over the place is something everyone is used to right? In fact, wouldn't you be a sissy if you even squeaked?
...okay, who am I kidding? There was no screams, for a very specific reason. No, it was not because we got used to it.
There was simply no damned time to even squeak before we got knocked out cold. By white light. Whoever heard of fainting, going into a world of BLACK darkness, all because of WHITE light?
And why can't I laugh at the irony of it? Oh right, cause I fainted.
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When I came around, the first thing I did was let out a string of profanity. Trust me, you would do the same thing if you had someone in your head hammering away happily like nobody's business. It was worse than the worst hangover I have ever had, and that is saying something.
I yelped as something stung my leg. Reaching down, I plucked up a red ant which seemed to have taken my leg as its chew stick. I flicked it away, hoping that it will have to scour the entire forest to go back to its nest. Hmph!
WAIT. Backtrack for a moment. Forest?
I looked around. The forest was very dense, with little sunlight coming through as the tall trees reached up high into the air, their thick canopy filtering out any sunlight that is trying to penetrate their thick layer. A small amount of shrubs surrounded me, looking more like prickly, unfriendly bushes. The undergrowth I was in was dark and damp, evidently the cause of the lack of sunlight. Shadows of the trees swayed, creating an eerie atmosphere. The earthy smell of the undergrowth gave me the nagging feeling that we were oh-so-far from the city.
The air was still and unmoving, it looked like a forest, but the common sound of cicadas and crickets was missing, as were the calls of the birds and animals of the forest.
I frantically looked around, and had to stifle a shout of relief as I saw Aoki and Rin lying on the ground not so far from me. I rushed over to them just as they were coming round.
"What...where are we? I thought we were running down the stairs then...what is this place?" Rin groaned, as she blinked a few times to get used to the darkness of our surrounding.
"That's what I would like to know. I thought we were in Oriental too. But this seemed more like a forest to me." I answered. But I felt pretty stupid at the same time. Forest? There are no forest near Oriental Tower for the next 5 miles in diameter, so where did this forest come from?
Aoki took lesser time to get herself together. I attribute that to the fact that she is a morning person, who wakes up with a bright smile on her face, not with a grumpy one like yours truly.
"Maybe we are in a park? I don't know how we got here, but the most logical place that this is will be Pinesville park. It's the nearest to Oriental." Trust her to go for the more logical answer.
But it was also the only one my mind is willing to believe in. After all, where else could we be?
Rin stood up, dusting her jeans, before joining Aoki and I to look around at our surroundings. Which, to me, seemed increasingly less park-like the more I looked at it. Park, may be woody and all that greenery, but there is also the presence of cars passing by, pigeons and of course, pesky little children. All of which this 'park' lacks.
But, maybe it's because I seldom pay any attention to the park. Maybe it is because I see it too frequently on the outside, that the inside of the park would seem foreign to me. Maybe.
Just as my mind was starting to get a hang on reality, I heard a voice.
"Well, look at what we have here."
I turned around so fast I thought I heard something crack. Rin and Aoki seemed to have heard it too, as they spun around also.
But the one my eyes met is not the one whom that voice belonged to. I met the eyes of the speaker's partner. Red eyes that I knew all too well.
Uchiha Itachi.
CORRECTION. My eyes met those of a cosplayer of Uchiha Itachi.
It's too ridiculous. Meeting Uchiha Itachi in a forest. Too fantasy-like, too fan-fiction like. So, lets get this straight. REALITY = Meeting a cosplayer of Uchiha Itachi in a park. Great, at least my mind will be able to accept that much. Although it was also ridiculous, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.
I slowly side stepped to Rin's side, as the three of us stood facing the two cosplayers. Cosplayers who looked too real, too similar to the anime. Rin and Aoki looked pretty unnerved, so I guess that they too feel that way.
A rustle of leaves, and suddenly, four more people just appeared. Like, literally. I am not joking when I say that they 'just appeared'. I didn't even see them fall into their spot from the sky, or see them jump or walk there. They simply just appeared. Now I am starting to believe when people say that things happened too fast that they didn't notice. For me, I couldn't notice even if I wanted to.
And what do you know, the four cosplayers were also Akatsuki members! Deidara, Sasori, Hidan and Kakuzu. Did I mention that they were surrounding us? And that they were eying our every move, with such intensity that I started looking around for a hole to jump into?
Now, for what is to happen next, I have a very good reason. Let me tell you a little bit more of myself. Usually, when I see cosplayers in some anime gathering, I'd have to force myself not to snort or laugh. There is always something that I can find fault with, be it the difference in height, difference in facial features or even the slight difference in the eye color. This only serves to solidify my belief that anime characters may be fake, but they are the epitome of perfection that humans are unable to reach.
Hence you'd forgive me if I start feeling frustrated when I couldn't find any fault with all of their appearance overall. Even the feel, the aura that is associated with Akatsuki is perfect.
So, maybe it was the stress of having been transported by god-knows-what method to god-knows-where. Or maybe it was the katana on my back coupled with the knowledge that my friends and I have more then enough skills to kill or seriously incapacitate six cosplayers even if they ganged up on us.
I glared at 'Itachi', ignoring how his gaze lingered a little to long on my katana, and pointed at him. "Hey, don't you think that you are a little too SHORT too be cosplaying Itachi? Seriously, go do your research properly before you try your hand at something you obviously suck at."
Nope, his height was perfect. Just the right height, and I'm sure if I got to measure, it'd reach up to exactly 1.78m.Nothing happened. Still the same stone-carved expression. The cosplayer was very good .He was so in-character that I had trouble believing otherwise."And, you." I said turning to 'Kisame'. I blame adrenaline for my bravado at that moment. "If you are going to pose as Kisame, at least get the hairstyle right! It's too spiky for goodness sake!"
Kishimoto didn't really tell us how Kisame kept his hair up, but if he used a kind of hair gel, I would not be surprised if this cosplayer used the same brand and same amount.'Kisame' simply grinned wider. Do people normally have such sharp teeth?At first, Rin eyed me as if I had lost my mind. Then, she caught on the "This-is-what-these-cosplayers-get-for-scaring-us" drift.
"Yeah! I know Sasori really well, and know what?" Rin said with a grin. "He isn't as short as you are!"
I wanted to say that he was actually shorter, but managed to refrain from doing so.
Sasori's height have got nothing wrong, and the same goes for his puppet-like body, which looks perfectly, well, puppet-like.'Sasori' simply stood there watching us."Deidara," Rin said, her grin wider by the second. She was obviously enjoying this. ",is not as sissy as you!" She pointed at 'Deidara'.
He was the perfect blend of manliness with just the right length of fringe that make up the character Deidara in the anime series 'Naruto'.Deidara was the first to give us an expression. He positively fumed, and looked ready to blow us up. I'd be really scared if he was the real thing, but hey, what can a mere cosplayer do to a seasoned katana-wielder like me?
This carried on, and nothing much came out of insulting Kakuzu for the height of his mask (which was perfect) and Hidan for the excessive amount of hair gel (which was also perfect). And it all ended with a "So in a nutshell, you guys are an insult to the characters you are posing as!" from me. "BIG INSULT." Rin added, with heavy emphasis.
Okay, it wasn't as nothing much as mentioned. Kakuzu didn't respond much, while Hidan looked at us dumbfounded, as we were monkeys wearing swimming costumes holding pom-poms. Not so much on the funny but more of the TOTALL NUTS kind of look.
And what of Aoki? Why was she so quiet? I glanced over, only to find that color have drained from her face. Huh? Like, what the hell? Why was she scared of these cosplayers? Maybe she wasn't scared. Maybe all she needs is a trip to the washroom. Or perhaps she found out that we were already late for the competitions.
While I was musing on the different possibilities, I saw a movement from the comer of my eye. I spun immediately, to see 'Itachi' strolling towards me, his face void of expressions. I backed up against Rin, my katana held up defensively in front of me.
"Don't you dare take one step closer to me, you insult-to-Itachi. I have read all about Itachi, and he is 1.78m tall, unlike you. And I wouldn't want someone who disgrace anime character anywhere near me, so it'd be highly appreciated if you stayed away, thank you very much."
His eyes narrowed, and he halted, seemingly to contemplate something, before taking another step towards me. Behind me, I could feel Rin slipping her hand into her bag, withdrawing what I am sure is her combat gloves. But it was not yet time to fight. We could still resort to what is known as 'scare techniques'. Afterall, I am the only one with a real blade here. Although the deadly metallic glint from fake-Hidan's cardboard scythe made me not so sure. It must be a trick of the light, I assured myself.
"If you take one more step, don't blame me for getting nasty." I said, as I unsheathed my katana a little, allowing the small area of exposed blade to gleam in the sunlight.
The moment I did that, I felt a slight breeze pass my right cheek. It felt soft and cool, yet sinister at the same time. Something embedded itself into the tree behind me with a thud. I slowly turned around. Is that a...kunai? A gasp from Aoki confirmed my thoughts.
That wasn't the only thing that confirmed my thoughts though. A slight cut, very much like a paper cut had appeared. On me. On my cheek. Did I mention that it's my right cheek? It was not painful in the slightest, more of a minor irritation. But that was not my main worry. What I really wanted to know was, how the fuck did it get there.
Okay, so we were dealing with 6 total psychos who can cosplay to perfection, at the same time fashion real looking kunais and at least one of them can throw it very accurately. Great. Just what I have been hoping for. Still, I can deal with it. No biggy.
Except that there was one teeny-weeny problem. Which became glaringly obvious as I stared at the not-so-fake-looking-but-i-still-consider-as-fake 'Itachi'. I. DIDN'T. EVEN. SEE. HIM. MOVE. AN. INCH.
Which was really supposed to be freaking me out. Cause, from what I learned from my katana lessons, you have to be able to see your opponent's move to even have a chance at winning.
Rin noticed the cut too, and she glared at 'Itachi'. Me, I wasn't thinking straight. Waking up 3hours early, getting stuck in what-the-heck-is-this-place and meeting six psychos can do amazing things to a girl. Add in the fact that I do not take too lightly to being hurt by someone I consider as harmless, and that my pride will not live it down. Those are reason enough for me to not freak out and to lung at Mr. Fake-Itachi.
Which I did. Unsheathing my katana completely, I leaped forward, my blade held diagonally ready to cut. Beside me, Rin had already donned on her gloves and was just right behind me. Except that Aoki was restraining her, a frantic and worried look on her face, whispering fervently into Rin's ear. But I couldn't care less. I just wanted the guy who hurt me and my pride to pay.
Again, it happened too fast. AGAIN. One moment I was kind of in mid air, katana aimed at him, the next my back was slammed against a tree. With Mr. Maybe-not-so-fake-Itachi's hand around my neck, my feet barely touching the ground. Aoki and Rin made a move to come to my rescue, but the tightening of his fingers about my neck seemed to make them think twice. Or maybe it is just the chocking sounds I was making.
"What, do you know of us? Who sent you? Which village or group do you work for?"
The smooth voice, sounding too much like the real one asked. And, this guy sounded bored, as if this was an everyday occurrence. The nerve of him!
The spluttering sounds I made coupled with the frantic gestures of my hand seemed to communicate enough. He let go, and I fell into an unceremonious heap on the damp forest/park floor, gasping for air.
Aoki rushed forward to help me up, while Rin gave 'Itachi' a dirty look. "Isn't this overkill for being in character for your cosplay?"
'Itachi' fixated her a cool gaze, not replying her. A man of few words indeed. I leaned against the tree trunk still thanking gods for the blessed air that was filling my lungs. Aoki went instantly into motherly-mode, and tilted my chin to check if there were any hand prints on my neck. Her relieved expression told me enough. Whew.
Sanding up, she stood beside Rin, to address Itachi, who had seemed to become the unofficial, from our point of view, spokesperson for the now unusually quiet group. "I know Akatsuki is an organization that is, to put in simple terms, VERY bad and merciless. And yes, my friends may have insulted you, but don't you think that is going overboard?"
Rin couldn't believe it. They seemed to have some skills on martial arts, at least that seemed to be so for 'Itachi'. But that did not give them a right to hurt Freesia. And they can't blame her for wanting to attack that 'Itachi' seeing that he was the one who acted first. "Seriously, I am going to report this to-"
From where I sat, I noticed 'Itachi' giving his group members a slight nod, while Rin was still talking. Then suddenly, 'Sasori' teleported (I have no other explanations for that speed) next to Rin. She didn't even get to noticed, before she fainted. Aoki managed an expression of shock, before 'Kakuzu' appeared behind her. She too fainted.
"Hey! You can't-" Was all I managed before 'Itachi' disappeared and darkness consumed my vision.
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So? What do you think? For the first chapter, it is very long, but don't expect much for subsequent chapters! :)
Anyways, any thing or scene/lines that you liked, or that I can improve on? Or any thoughts on this fic?Tell me! XD