Another lecture, you would have thought she would get a break from it, but no matter where she went someone would tell her off in the base. In the garden Zetsu would plight about her stepping on something, in the living room Kakuzu would complain she was making a mess. In her bedroom Hidan would storm in, complaining that she wasn't a Jashinist.
In the hallway Itachi, or Sasori, would complain she was clogging up the room to get around, even in the massive hunk of cave out back; someone managed to find something wrong with her. This time it was Deidara, whom was complaining that she was in his way, he wanted to blow things up. Sometimes she hated being the youngest, at the ripe age of four she had joined because of her age.

Pein - the leader - had taken pity on her. The ironic thing was the fact that she had been in the organisation, from the very start. She was here way before even Kakuzu or Sasori reared a fat head in the door. Yet ever since they joined everything was pinned on her, Tobi's crumbs in the bed, Konan cutting paper up all over the floor, even Sasori's wood chippings was apparently her fault.
Okay, maybe she was over exaggerating a bit but it was true, she couldn't do anything without getting in trouble for it. Grumbling she leaves with her tail between her legs, out into the garden to sit on a stump and stare into space; perhaps if she stayed still no one would bother her. Fat chance as Tobi comes skipping along, tripping over her foot and landing flat on his orange face.
The crimson red hair with black streaks turning to peer down at him, watching him sit up and look at her. "Y-you tripped Tobi up! waaah!!" he screeches, running away to trip over a rock a few meters further, counting the minutes a bellowing voice tares her mind apart.

"Lokier!" grunting she clacks the metal bar in her tongue against her teeth, standing up and going towards the sound to look at a scowling ginger.
"Yes?" her innocent face shining through, it only takes a pointed finger to make her go towards her room. Lokier had given up fighting with them, like anything she said was believed, scuffing her skateboard shoes off the ground; she fiddles with her baggy jeans and spike-bolt belt. Entering the room she glances from side to side, no shark-bait to be seen which was good, his sword was on the wall however but she reframes from touching it; let alone going near it.

Standing looking in the mirror, she fixes the red and black eye shadow, she never saw herself as a Goth or a Punk - the fashion mix was cool in her opinion. It was her week off anyway, so she didn't need to wear any ninja clothing, it meant they were perfectly clean for the occasion. Hearing the clink of metal her eye moves, the sword was crawling towards her again; the reason she hated the sword was because it was the fault, too all of her problems. When no one was looking Samahade would stalk her, she had caught it quite a few times.
Be that trying to get into her shower or onto the bed, she knew what it wanted as well - chakra. Countless times Kisame and the other's have blamed a sudden mess on her, even though it was the sword knocking it over trying to get too her. The reason it had grown to like her chakra was because it fell on her once, the heavy fat blighter from then on had a certain blood lust. If she didn't watch her back the horrible thing would surely consume all of it, she was only eighteen; the thing trying to eat her chakra would surely kill her, slowly at that.

Side stepping away, the cheese-grater clanks forwards again, a short repetitive 'gi-gi-gi' being produced as it shunts across the floor. Skipping around it, she tries to open the door, the fools had locked the door on her! As a last resort she runs for the bed and stands on it, using a pillow to thump at it when it get's too close. Hearing the door unlock, her head turns to peer at the bulky shoulders of shark-bait, too big to fit in the door without bending down.

"Oh, thank Kami. Your sword was trying to kill me, again!" she plight's, shuddering as he picks it up and glares at her.
"I told you, Not, to touch Samahade" blinking, she drops her lip and arches her eyes, Lokier rubbing her temple. She had forgotten he didn't believe his sword was stalking her every movement either. Dropping onto the bed mattress she groans, escaping into the bathroom to have a shower while she could. Wandering out in her towel she see's the shark is gone, grabbing a brush a she sits down by the dressing table to dry her hair off.

~Joy to the world, the Leader's dead! We've - barbequed - his head!~ she chants getting up to find something to wear, not noticing the very ginger looming in the doorway. ~What happened to his body? We flushed it down the potty! And round and round it goes, and round and round it…goes?~ glancing innocently at the pale, almost metallic, leader. His grey lifeless eyes portraying utter anger, curling up her lips the glare stays, making her drop the expression.
"I'm grounded for another week, aren't I?" shutting the door on her face Lokier grunts, sitting down to calmly brush her hair; honestly this base was a giant fun sponge. She couldn't even go outside, without someone having to tail her every move, she had dull silver eyes. Perhaps not as lifeless as Peins, but still creepy and boring, they were great for scaring the haemin's out of people though. Especially in the dark, with a torch put under her chin, a sadistic grin like only Hidan could possibly give in place. Now striding about in little more than her 'battle ready armour' and underwear, she wasn't expecting a hulking great muscle of shark to stomp in. As foul tempered as usual, and hissing under his breath he pauses, a sweat drop running down his brow - to the sight of her singing again, into a hair-brush.

~I got you, I got you on my mind and it's time to make you see what I want. So I'll just make this a little more obvious, cuz I get what I want, and I want you to get with me~
Her wet locks of brown crimson flicking, her hip knocking from one side, with her back to him.
~You wanted to come 'round to my house, I didn't know what for. You came up to my bedroom, you said you didn't want me no more. Well you broke my heart, so I dyed your eyebrows blue. And I'm not sorry, that your mates all laughed at you~
Doing a crazy and stupid dance she bangs her head slightly, her way of breaking tension and hyped emotions.
~Well you broke my heart, so I broke your nose and I'm not sorry. That I got blood on your clothes~
Twisting her body stiffens, the shark hadn't even said anything - he was just staring at her, now most people would screech or throw something. She had been around 10 other men from a young age, even Orochimaru! They had always walked in on her in the bathroom, on her getting changed as well.

So Lokier had gotten to a point, where she just didn't care anymore, they could watch her stride in completely butt naked and wouldn't care, nor would she. Not that they would notice either, the sight had become a kind of dull wallpaper. Blinking at him she raises her eyebrow, going back to dancing about, before doing a side skim into the bathroom. The shark can see the top of her head fly up and then back down, she had slipped on a tooth paste bottle on the floor. "Oww~" she pines dizzily, sitting up shakily to rub the back of her head groggily. "Stupid…tooth paste" standing up, she glances at the palm of her hand, great; now she was bleeding from the fall. "Kees! Can you heal the back of my head, please…" wandering over to him he glances up, sighing and using a fast Jutsu on it.
Touching the now fixed wound, her lips curl up. "Thank you" she smiles, almost cuddling him but restraining her body in the form of a funny looking tensing posture. Scuttling off she gets into her bed and curls up under the covers, it was quiet around the base - which was rare but that wouldn't last long, hearing a sudden bang she groans into her pillow.

Dropping off the bed still bundled in her cover's, she shuffles and pushes herself under her bed. Lokier finally squirming the last few tight edges to get under. Clawing the edge of the panelled flooring, the young girl gets in and drags the blanket's with her. Dropping onto the floor below, and pulling the cover's with her. Peeking out from under the blanket's, Lokier make's sure the area is empty. Slotting the lid up she had come out from over again and glancing about, curling up on a vacant bed she sigh's. It was so quiet here, she had made this room especially for that reason - way back when the base was first found.
Her very own personal and secret place that she would come to eat, listen to music and have the solitude she deserved sometimes. Not even Pein knew about this room, there was no door or windows but a desk.
Lokier had put everything down here too, which was why she had barely any worldly possessions, that they knew of; over the years she had collected a numerous amount of stuff. All stored in this room that, granted with her eyes, could be expanded to make even more room. She had thought about connecting up a TV, and a microwave once she had the money together too.

The room had electricity which was powered by only a minuet part of her chakra. Not even Kakuzu could complain that the electricity was being drained, closing her eyes she swoons in and out of her dreamscape. Waking up to a disturbance in the force of her mind, stretching and sitting up to hear thumping on the floor above her. Crawling out from her little room, she lazes underneith her bed. Feeling the metal of the mattress raise up, she pulls the covers over. Groaning at the light hitting her face,
"Five more minutes..." she groans. Being lifted by the scruff of the neck and shaken. "I'm up, I'm up. Stop shaking me!" she groans sheepishly, thumping to the floor, pulling the cover's off she makes her bed after getting dressed. Sitting at the dining table with a groggy expression her head tilts, another dreamscape opening in which she is being held by a great warrior; both flying through the tree's, from mortal danger.

"Oh, this is so passionate…" Lokier giggles being held tighter near a ridge, the strange man she can't quite see squeezing her closer.
"Ah, but they're not complete without you. M'lady" laughing together they kiss, his arms pooling on her hips. "Just the right place to…" hearing a horrible set of swearing he lets her go. "Well that's put me right off…" snapping from her dream she glares at Hidan, yelping a little too loudly, but not enough to be heard correctly.
"Stop blowing my sex!" she snaps, pausing the Jashinist looks at her, still yelping slightly. "I mean, stop blowing your sax… !" she states looking at the table, she had to admit, this base made a girl feel awfully lonely. They where all guys, and what made it worse was the fact that they ignored her, if they wanted to talk they'd have a guys night behind a locked door.

Sighing she could feel the swirls in the back of her mind spinning, while a deep purple shades over her, opening her eyes again she stares at the cereal. Not really concentrating on it however, the little brown chips floating and sinking once they go soggy. Eyes closing again as her head tilts forwards, she hadn't been able to sleep because of an occurring nightmare, at least she thought it was a nightmare. The red head couldn't remember it, only that it scared her into jolting up with a flushed expression, and sweating brow.
Considering no one would notice she get's up, leaving the untouched cereal behind, out into the cave to watch the hideout. Part of her punishment was to guard an entrance you couldn't get to unless you could fly, perched in the centre of the cave Lokier stares into space. Falling asleep sitting up but it doesn't last until she finds her body shooting up, eyes wide and a bellowing scream penetrating the echoing cave. It takes a good minute to finally calm down, body tightened together as she grips her hair. Hearing voices she tries to unhinge her body, even though there was fear in her eyes she tries to give an innocent expression.

"I heard a scream…" Itachi mutter's in a nonchalant manner, her eyes shifting for a moment, followed by a blink.
"I didn't…are you sure it came from here?" she enquires looking about, Lokier only just manages to push him off, getting up she goes to the edge. Her cold metallic eyes staring at the rain village below, spinning on her tiptoes and spinning again, as she goes back inside.

~Little girl, little girl why are you crying? Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying. Little one, little one, your soul is purging. Of love and razor blades, your blood is surging~
She could remember this being sang to her at a young age. ~Run away from the river to the street, and find yourself with your face in the gutter. You're a stray for the salvation army, there is no place like home when you got no place to go~ it wasn't exactly the kind of song a child would expect to be sung.
~Little girl, little girl your life is calling, the charlatans and saints of abandon. Little one, little one the sky is falling, the lifeboat of deception is now sailing. In the wake all the way no rhyme or reason, your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason. Little girl, little girl. You dirty liar. You're just a junkie, preaching to the choir~
Spinning again, the song felt like home, even if it was perhaps a song someone sang in hatred of her being.

~Run away to your lost tranquillity and find yourself with your face in the gutter, you're a stray for the dregs of humanity. There is no place like home when you got no place to go, the traces of blood always follow you home. Like the mascara tears from your getaway, you're walking with blisters and running with shears. So unholy. Sister of grace~
Sitting down she hums the tune and flicks the metal bar in her tongue against her teeth once again, the other's would always give her strange looks when she sung this.
~Run away from the river to the street, and find yourself with your face in the gutter. You're a stray for the salvation army. There is no place like home, when you got no place to go~
Perhaps it was a song about the Akatsuki, or maybe something to do with her origins, either way sometimes Pein would get angry with her for singing it. Mind you - he got angry at just about everything she did - whether that be singing, training or just standing staring into space.

Sighing she drops down again to stare into space, the rattling of metal makes her pause, turning to look at Samahade right by her shoulder Lokier shuffles away.
"Stay way from me, you over grown tampon!" she growls with a glare, the sword just drops onto her lap and stills, widening her eyes she stays cautious of the sword. "What, so you suddenly feel sorry?" the red head enquires, prodding the spines that make a jingling sound when released. Thinking curiously, she takes a soft breath.
~The moment I said it, the moment I opened my mouth. Led in your eyelids, bulldozed the life out of me. I know what you're thinking, but darling you're not thinking straight. Sadly things just happen we can't explain, it's not even light out,but you've somewhere to be~
The singing seemed to be effecting the strange sword, either whimpering or shuddering into the singing. "Weird" she states, running her pale fingers along it's spines again.
~Just put back the car keys or somebody's gonna get hurt, who are you calling at this hour? Sit down, come round, I need you now, we'll work it all out together but we're getting nowhere tonight. Now sleep, I promise it'll all seem better, somehow in time~
Her head had started to tilt as Lokier trails the sword, it was unusual to see Samahade not trying to kill her.

~It's not even light out but suddenly, oh, you've somewhere to be. With no hesitation oh, I've never seen you like this. You're scaring me, you're scaring me to death, I'm losing you, I'm losing you. Trust me on this one I've got a bad feeling, trust me on this one. You're gonna throw it all away, with no hesitation~
The singing had been starting to put her to sleep, eyes shut this time the thing to wake her up was Kisame; yelling about her having his sword again. Looking up at him she blinks sheepishly, glancing to her arms wrapped around the sword, and curled up on the cold dusty floor.

"Maybe if you kept an eye on it, the sword would stop stalking me" she states sitting up with a yawn, watching him take the sword, he snorts his nostrils. "You're just jealous, that your sword likes me better" she states loudly for him to hear, he says nothing however and leaves. They hadn't always had a conflict between each other, in fact they were close friends at one point. What ruined it was her kissing him, she hadn't meant to scare him off, they had been cuddling a few times before and she mistook his kind gestures for affection. Glancing to the ground she sigh's, perhaps if she hadn't kissed him, then they wouldn't have stopped talking to each other.
Shark bait wouldn't even look at her, or be in the same room with her, anymore, using any possible reasons just to avoid her.

He would even let her sleep on his bed when it got too cold, or when it started to shoot thunder and lightening, Kami did she hate the stuff. Ever since she learnt metal conducted Lokier never wanted to be near a window, let alone be outside when there was one forecasted. Speaking of which, she stood up and went inside, straight to the TV and turned it on. Ignoring any disgruntled sounds from the leader or company, glaring and curling up against the edge of the sofa her dull eyes flicker.

[As for the weather there is a chance of rain and a heavy shower of---] the TV goes black and her eyes widen, the leader sternly staring as she gives him the eyes; the ones that just couldn't make an innocent or pleading gesture.
"But I need to know if there is any--" a scroll and a bag being thrown into her lap, staring at it she blinks.
"You have a mission, get moving" he points at the door, as she glances at the TV, there hadn't been any lightening or rain in sometime.

Perhaps there wouldn't be any, getting up silently she stares at the given objects, skimming past Tobi's building blocks and out the door. Nothing would happen, nothing ever did on her missions, she was always sent on the easy ones. Lokier always had someone behind her too, they wouldn't let her go any where alone because of an offer the snake gave her. Before he left Orochimaru came to see her, saying that if she ever thought of breaking away from the Akatsuki, she was to come find him. Even if the other's disliked the snake, she always thought he was funny, the young woman had considered the offer on many occasions.
The only thing that was really holding her back before was Kisame, considering he had no intention in talking to her, she didn't see a point in staying. Sitting by a fire she stares into it's flickering flashes, the rain hitting her small aura shield that was keeping her dry.

Who ever was watching her on this mission, must have been soaked to the bone by now. Getting up she puts it out and begins to move again, coming up to a village she goes right through it. No rest for the wicked in her opinion, the sooner she got the mission complete the better. Standing on a branch at her destination the young woman stares at two guards, both watching over a shed like outhouse; this was new - Pein had sent her on a mission, where she would actually get to fight? Humming and contemplating, Lokier plucks two piercing's from her face, rolling the metallic orbs in-between her finger tips.
With a short Jutsu they suddenly dart from her palm and disappear, jumping down and walking towards them. Smirking as they swing their bodies and drop limply to the ground, going in she takes the hidden scroll and raises her hands above each body. Out from them, the metal appears, stowing them into a hanky she pockets them as she walks.

As per-usual she had complete the mission in under two days, with a good week to spare, there was no way even Pinocchio could complain about it. Wrapping her DJ-style headphones around her neck, the crimson haired girl screech's to her heavy metal like it was a cacophony of dying crows. Hands banging about too portray drums or an electric guitar, her fists punching the air and her head swinging like crazy from side to side, a sight to be held.
~It's been a long time coming and the tables' turned around, cause one of us is goin' - One of us is goin' down! I'm not runnin', it's a little different now cause one of us is goin' - ONE OF US IS GOIN' DOWN!!!~
Anyone who had been walking close by had long since ran away, terrified of the thundering voice that was scaring even the strongest of beasts. ~Let's take a trip down memory lane, the words circling in my brain. You can treat this like another 'all the same', but don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain!~
Lokier rarely got to swear, in-fact Hidan had the joy of teaching her the fantastic tingling sensation upon her lips. Pein never forgave the albino, for the day she told him where he could go - with an assortment of colourful words, of course.

~This is hardly worth fighting for but it's the little petty shit, that I can't ignore. With - my - Fist - in - your Face - and your Face on the floor! It'll be a long time comin', but you got the message now, cause I was never goin'. Yeah, you're the one that's going down!~

Laughing like a giggly hyena the female smiles, this was her way of releasing stress and anger too, just screaming and throwing her weight around made it all better. It had actually started to hale and rain at the same time, deciding to rest she finds a cave and sit's down, a heap of dust rolling away from her hips as she gets comfy. Squeaking and jolting to one side to rub her bum, groaning and picking up a rock to glare threateningly at it. "Stupid rock…" she snaps before sighing, her eyes arching as she pouts softly, she was yelling at a lifeless stone.
~I'm standin' on the bridge, I'm waitin' in the dark - I thought that you'd be here by now. There's nothing but the rain, no footsteps on the ground, I'm listening but there's no sound. Isn't anyone tryin' to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night, I'm tryin' to figure out this life, won't you take me by the hand? Take me somewhere new,I don't know who you are but I'm with you~
Humming to the music blaring, she lazes up against the stone wall, staring at the rain in a mesmerized state.
~I'm looking for a place, I'm searching for a face. Is anybody here I know? Cause nothing's going right and everything's a mess and no one likes to be alone~

She had always hated how this song reminded her of the shark, no matter how she sang it or who she was thinking of, they would magically morph into the bulky swordsman. Lokier just couldn't help it, no matter how much she tried to hate him, she just couldn't look at him like he was an enemy, she loved the blue idiot too much. Gripping her head, she thumps her feet on the ground and growls with anger. How could anyone else get through their life, without loving at least one person? That's when it clicked, Kisame had rejected her because he already has a girlfriend, maybe even a wife back home.

Staring at the ground she bites her lip, how could she be so silly, someone who always tended to be rather intelligent, got outdone by her own heart! Gripping the black cloak Lokier sigh's once again, perhaps this new found information would stop her beating heart syndrome, maybe even repel her from staring at the blue toned mans back as he walked about. Or even stop her sneaking in his shower, training, and work out area's too bask in the glory, of which is his god-sent body. Standing up she punches a fist in the air, eyes dazzled with her mouth agape, yes! Her resolution had been found, she would never love that lummox ever again, if this plan didn't work then there was defiantly something very wrong with her!

Not that there wasn't already something wrong with her, she had natural blood-red hair, with streaks that where there since she was a baby and grey eyes. Stomping triumphantly towards the caves mouth there is a thundering clap. Followed by a horrified scream from the member, running (while still screaming) Lokier flings herself behind a rock, at the very back of the cavern. Trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, she clenches her nails into her sleeve's. Curling further, and further, into the corner of the wall.
Begging it too stop, her spine had crawled out from her back to hide under the rocks. Life flashing beyond her eyes as the piercing's rattle, if this was a nightmare then she wanted it to stop. If only the leader hadn't sent her on the mission, if only he let Lokier watch the weather forecast, then she would be safe at home - and not in the eye of the storm - she wouldn't have took a rest inside the cave, if she had known. Locked to the spot the red head does not move, even well after the ordeal was over, Lokier was stuck to the spot. She wasn't sure if it had perhaps been days since then, all she knew was to stay put and not move, the thunder couldn't get her in the cave.

Meanwhile the base had been surprisingly quiet without her singing, the leader had began to grow impatient waiting for her, the albino just swinging on his chair.
"Maybe the bitch is dead?" Pein glaring at him, he didn't find the comment, or the monotone the Jashinist had funny. Konan staring at the window silently, while rubbing her arm.
"I think it would have been wise that we sent someone, to keep an eye on her" the leader grunting and leaning on his elbow, Itachi eating into his dango and giving a short 'hn', every so often through each bite.
"You shouldn't have sent her off, when you knew there would be a lightening storm. Hn" none of the member's were helping him as he sigh's again.
"Maybe she…ran off to Orochimaru, un" everyone turning to look at Deidara as he shuffles further into his chair, he had a point though, even if they knew her well they still didn't know how she would act; if given half the chance. It didn't help that on the very first day of her arrival, she actually went straight to the snake, and would follow him like a lamb everywhere he went. Lokier put more effort in for him than anyone else, he was basically her big brother if that was even possible for the sage. Eventually they send someone to look for her, Kakuzu walking with thread constricting her while Hidan looks like he had been through a shredder.

"Kami, what happened?" Konan enquires with wide eyes, the Jashinist whimpering. The teen glares past the gag, and more thread.
"The fucked up bitch, attacked me!" he snaps trying not to look into the animalistic grey eyes, even Pein was slightly on edge to the sight of such an angry Lokier.
"Apparently on her mission, she found a new bloodlust, we got the scroll though" the miser states handing it over, not that anyone was in the mood to change the subject from the female, whom was trying to tare through the bindings.?
"Why, did she attack you?" the leader's monotone serious yet suspicious, the red head's scowling increasing to the clatter of a knife, Tobi wasn't helping as she suddenly takes another flip. Yelling through the gag and bounding at them, the stitch master binding more around her, in an attempt to control the female.
"Wow, she really doesn't like thunder and lightening" Sasori smirks, not that this was a very amusing moment, everyone seemed to suddenly calm down at this point.
"Put her in her room, she just needs to time to settle" the metallic man states as the bulky tanned nin is physically forced to drag the woman, along the corridor. The albino standing well clear of the enraged beast, whom would probably attack just about anyone, at that given moment. After a good few hours Lokier finally slumps down on the wall, falling asleep with a pillow clenched between her teeth.