Akatsuki Heartbreaker
Chapter One: Sold To The Akatsuki
I am stargazing as usual. I don't know why they mesmerize me so much, but they do. As I gaze I think about the feeling I had earlier. It wasn't a happy feeling, but a warning. I've had this feeling before; when I'd been sold to that man. I shudder at the thought of him. But before my father bought me back, he changed me. I'm now a freak and I'm also the only one that knows it. My father thinks that when he lost me previously, all I did was cook and clean for the man. But that's a lie; if my father knew the truth he'd be devastated.
You see, my father is a horrid gambler. Thankfully, with his job as a merchant, we have plenty of money no matter how much he loses. But sometimes he drinks a little too much and the bets get higher and higher.
If it weren't for me, his business would be gone. As a shinobi, I'm primary protection for the cargo. My father won't let me take other missions even though I'm supposed to. He says that my mission is to protect the cargo that will be going to wealthy people and that's how I'm serving my country. Of course, I'm ANBU level, but not officially. My father sent me to the Academy, but let me go no further then that. It doesn't matter that much to me. I don't need to go through rigorous training to learn jutsus, when all I need are my weapons and taijutsu. Though I do know a lot of ninjutsu, I don't enjoy using it.
The stars twinkle in the sky. And then I hear it. A rustle in the leaves, followed by a twig snapping. I know that it's another shinobi because an effort is being made to silence their movements. But my ears catch every sound. I act casual, as though I haven't noticed their presence yet. A shadow steps out of the forest surrounding my home and takes no notice of me. I slide some shuriken out of the pouch at my side and I prepare to throw them. They slide easily out of my hands and glide toward the stranger. He notices them and jumps back before they hit the ground. I hear a low oath before the exploding tag goes off. He flies back from the explosion, and then I'm behind him.
I give him a hard kick in the back and he flies into the wall of the house. But the thing that hits the ground isn't human.
"A substitution jutsu?" I gasp.
But then I feel a hard jab on the back of my neck and I black out.
Earlier that night; Kakuzu's POV
I had thought earlier that entering the gambling hall would be a bad idea. However, the man I was currently playing against was loaded. I could smell the delicious money on him. Of course I had been winning the previous games, because after playing against Itachi, who used his Sharingan while playing poker, this guy was too easy. And the sake was helping too.
The man looked almost desperate to win his money back, but I wouldn't give it up without a fight. So far I'd won the man's house, cargo for a journey tomorrow, almost all of his money, and I figured his dignity. Apparently he thought he had a good hand this time because he started to pull something out of his pocket with a smug look on his face.
"The girl in this picture's my daughter, I bet her for the entire lot", he gurgled.
I looked at the picture of the girl in his hand. She had pale almost white hair and big doe gray eyes. Her face was heart-shaped and she was smiling in the picture. She was… cute.
"This picture was taken a year ago, she looks even cuter now. And she's a shinobi you know", the man said.
"A shinobi?"
"Yeah, a good one too. She protects my cargo when we go on long journeys".
"Does she have any skills?"
"She's good at using weapons and she's good at hand to hand combat. Dunno about ninjutsu, or whatever it's called".
A talented ninja with looks to boot. She was indeed a find. Hidan will be mad with me, but who cares what he thinks.
As if he's unsure of what I'm thinking the man says, "And she's lucky too. I try to sneak her into casinos as often as I can. She always comes out with a sack full of money".
Oh yes, I'm taking this bet. A girl who can make money is my dreams come true.
"One more game", I challenge, "For the girl and the lot".
"You're on".
The man lays down two threes and says boldly, "Three of a kind".
The cards on the table are a three, a king, a queen, and two aces. I smile triumphantly.
"Four of a kind", I say flashing my two aces.
The man's face turns a deep purple and he pulls out a hand dagger and moves to stab me. But before he can, I twist the blade in his hand and he ends up stabbing himself. Blood drips from his mouth, his eyes go wide, and the casino has become quiet.
"He attacked first without reason", I clearly say to the rest of the gamblers.
I gather up the deed to his house, the sack of money, and the picture of the girl. Oops, I forgot to ask the girl's name before I stabbed her father. Oh well.
I quickly and quietly move toward the man's house. It hadn't taken me long to find out where he lived. All I had to do was ask. And when I asked about the girl all they said was, "She's a nice girl".
I approach from the south, moving through bushes and trees as quietly as I can. I look up at the roof from the bushes. There she is.
Her skin glows in the moonlight, her hair blows in the breeze, her eyes gaze at the stars. And then she stiffens. She's noticed me. I pretend not to notice that she's on the roof and instead focus my gaze on the backdoor. She doesn't know that I know she's there. As silently as a cobra's strike she launches an attack of shuriken at me. I easily dodge them, but then I see the tags. Boom! They all explode at the same time. I fly back into the trees when I notice her. She's behind me. I receive a bone-breaking blow to my back and quickly do a jutsu.
"A substitution jutsu!" I hear her say astonishingly.
I give her a hard jab to her pressure point and she's out.
Normal POV Again;
Voices. I hear voices. One voice is slick like honey and the other is rough. The rough voice is screaming profanity at the honey voice.
"Why the fuck did you bring her here?!"
"It was a good bet and there was money", whines the honey voice.
"Money! Money doesn't fuckin' matter. How are we supposed to fuckin' explain this to the Leader!"
"If you weren't immortal, you'd be dead".
"Well if you weren't so fuckin' hard to kill, you'd be dead by fuckin' now!"
"Will you be quiet, she might wake up".
"Now I won't be fuckin' quiet. If she wakes up and screams her fuckin' lungs out, I'll chop off her fuckin' head!"
I don't like the dude dropping the F-bomb, but the other guy is… okay. Since I'm going to lose my head if I wake up I keep my eyes shut. In fact I release myself into a dreamless stupor. Then I feel myself being lifted up. I try really hard not to open my eyes to see who's carrying me.
"Why won't you carry her?"
"I'm not carrying that bitch !"
He did not just call me that. Okay, yes he did, but still. Grrr!
After a while I get used to being draped over the dude's shoulder like a sack of potatoes and although my captors don't speak much, when they do I listen.
"When is the bitch waking up?"
"About three days, I guess, I hit her pretty hard".
"Three days? So I guess she'll be asleep when that fag Itachi and that fish-stick Kisame get here?"
"Probably".
Then they quiet down. Kisame and Itachi. Itachi and Kisame. I memorize these names and put them on the list of people I hate.
"When are you going to carry her?"
"When she's a fuckin' sacrifice to Jashin!"
I don't know who Jashin is, but I don't like him. My hate list is getting pretty long. After a while I hear a sigh and then I'm flying. Oh, God, they threw me over a cliff. I'm going to die.
But then I feel rough arms circle my waist and I realize I'm being carried Mr. Profanity.
I hear him whispering curses under his breath and I feel like whispering them back to him. My day can't get any worse.
Oops, spoke to soon. The skies darken and it starts to rain. Great. The other guys have some form of protection from the rain, but I have nothing. In a matter of seconds I'm soaked. I'm cold. Freezing. Brrr. My lips feel like they've turned blue, my skin is numb, I can't feel. I'm gonna die.
"Let's stop here for the night to escape the rain", says Honey.
"This damn rain is so annoying", curses Mr. Profanity.
I'm dropped on the ground and I don't move. I can't move to be more precise. I've lost the ability to move at all. Because if I could, I'm sure I'd be running.
"Hey, Kakuzu! The little bitch is turning blue!"
"Then cover her up", Kakuzu says.
"No".
I feel hands pick me up and then I'm somewhat warm. I realize I'm against Kakuzu's chest. I'm sure if my cheeks weren't blue, they'd be red. I feel stitches. Is he hurt? He didn't seem to be when he attacked me. Did I hurt him? Unlikely. Before I know it I fall asleep against my enemy's chest.
I wake up to a gentle rocking motion, but I keep my eyes closed. I assume that I'm being carried again. And they still think that I'm out of it. Little do they know about my extreme healing factor. Supposed to be knocked out for three weeks? Make it one week. I heal one third faster then the average human. Thanks to that man. Yeah me (more like yeah right).
Once again my captors remain silent and except for the occasional bump in the road, my ride remains smooth. This is boring. I start to snooze when I hear Kakuzu murmur something.
"What?" asks Mr. Profanity.
"I said that I think it's going to be a clear night tonight and that we'll make good distance".
"Oh".
Once more silence surrounds us and then it happens. I once again am tossed through the air and instead of being caught I fall… and keep falling. What happened? Then I feel arms around my waist again.
"Why'd you have to drop the bitch?!"
Oh, I was dropped. On purpose or accident?
"I tripped on a branch. It happens".
I let out a mental sigh at that.
"Should have let the whore die".
"Hidan, I'm sick and tired off you calling her that. Please call her something else".
"Okay, you should have let the slut die".
I hear Kakuzu sigh and then we journey on.
Some hours later:
"We're going to stop here for the night", Kakuzu says.
"Finally, my feet are fuckin' tired".
The air is warm so there's no reason why Kakuzu needs to sleep beside me. I am laid down and no arms surround me. I'm safe. I wait an hour or so until I'm sure that they're asleep. Hidan is snoring and I can hear Kakuzu's quiet sighs. Silently I get up, stretching the muscles that I haven't used for days. Man, am I sore.
I start to walk out of the camp, but not without a look at my captors first. They both have black cloaks with red clouds on them and both are wearing rings. Hidan, I figure, has slicked back hair and looks rather unpleasant even with out his profanity obsession. Kakuzu is wearing a mask, so I can't see much about him. I grab the pack that I had packed two days ago for the journey with my father. What the jerks didn't know was that I had been planning on running away before they had kidnapped me. Oh well, they only helped my cause.
I walk out of the camp and start walking down a path. It's not safe to run yet; I might make too much noise. So I stroll down the path, my head in La-La Land. That is, till I bump into someone.
I glance up at the figure that has momentarily stopped my escape and stifle a gasp. There are two of them and they're wearing cloaks like Kakuzu and Hidan's. I'm dead, dead, dead. But wait…what if they don't know about me?
"Sorry", I mumble and begin to walk away.
The people don't even reply, they just continue to walk on.
So do I, until I hear, "Where do you think you're going you bitch!?"
"Shit", I silently curse.
I don't even turn around, I just start running and I don't stop. Because if I stop I'm going to die. I'm blindly running away not really looking where I'm going. I'm not even going full speed. And then I hit something… no… someone.
"Fuck", I curse.
"Little Bitch , you curse almost as much as me".
"Yeah right, Hidan", I say using his name to show my knowledge.
It works because he raises an eyebrow.
"How long have you been awake?" he asks.
"Couple days give or take".
"How much do you know?"
"Enough. Now if you'll excuse me I'll be going".
"No, haven't you heard? You belong to Kakuzu, and Kakuzu belongs to the Akatsuki, so through connection, you belong to me too", he says grinning.
"In your dreams", I say rolling my eyes.
"But it's true. Your father lost you in a bet to Kakuzu".
"Wouldn't be the first time", I mutter.
"He's lost you before?"
"Well, since my father's dead and I don't have to obey his rules anymore. I'm not held to his word. It means nothing to me".
Hidan grabs me by the neck and lifts me up above the ground.
"As your Master, you have to obey me. So listen well, Little Bitch ".
"Go to Hell , Hidan", I says as I kick him (super hard) where the sun don't shine. He doubles over in pain and gasps at me.
"Little Bitch", he gasps.
And then I'm running. Fast and hard. Not normal speed, super speed. But then I realize something's wrong. I've been running past the same tree over and over.
"Genjutsu", I mutter.
I make a hand sign and dispel the illusion. And then once again I'm back in the clearing with the Akatsukis.
"I thought your genjustus were the best, Itachi. But this girl was able to dispel it easily", Kisame (Fish Stick) says.
And then I know it. I can't escape. I can't run, can't hide. I belong to them. I shudder and then decide to take myself out of this place as fast as I can. And so I do the stupidest thing I can think of. I look into Itachi's eyes. His eyes are blood red. Mesmerizing. And then I am somewhere else. I'm back here, on the table. Cold and filthy. My lungs are dry, I feel like screaming, but can't. I hear crying all around me, but I don't know from where. And then he enters the room, and I feel the knife against my cold skin…