Name: The Power of Wolves
Characters: Akatsuki
Date: May 9, 2011
Warnings: Language, cruelty, smarty-pants-ness
This was going to kill him.
He got that Ookami had wolf ears. Yeah, they were cool. He understood that having a big bushy tail makes you seem super cute. He really did.
But what Hidan didn't understand, was why she was in Akatsuki.
It doesn't matter how cute you are. You have to be strong, powerful, and have done something to catch Pein's eye. But this girl Ookami that he brought in seemed… well, powerless. She was definitely strange, being a half-wolf, half-human, but that didn't make her worthy of joining an organization of S-class criminals. Hell, she couldn't even get into the top cupboards she was so short! She had to walk around with Kisame to do just about anything around the hideout!
He angrily swung his scythe, slamming it into the rocks outside and successfully chopping them in half. And what was worse, everyone believed in her "abilities," but only three people had actually experienced them, and they were The Transvestite Dei-chan, Sasori the Puppet, and Pein himself. And to top it off, none of them would even start to explain why she was so powerful!
He huffed in both annoyance and tiredness, and sat on the ground under a tree, stabbing his scythe into the ground. "The fucking baby, walking around with her stupid shark-bastard and that Jashin-damned plushy. She's nothing but a fucking bitchy little brat." He huffed. As if on cue, Kisame emerged from the woods with the accused sleeping in his arms, that purple rabbit plush toy clutched to her chest like some four-year-old.
The sight angered Hidan even more. That damn fish treats her like a fucking princess! He simply watched for a minute, then charged to his feet and after the blue skinned man, yelling his name.
Kisame quickly hushed him, watching the girl in her arms snuggle deeper into his arms, her tail wrapping around her while her ears flattened out a bit. "What do you want, Hidan?" He whispered, looking down at the man.
"What the fuck is so special about that bitch?" He demanded. "She's so weak! How in hell did she earn a place in the Jashin-damn Akatsuki?"
The blue skinned man chuckled, continuing on his way inside. "You'd be real surprised, kid. She's not as weak as you think she is."
"Then why the fuck does she act like such a fucking baby?"
Kisame cast a glance over his shoulder at him. "…She's had it pretty bad. When things get her stressed, she devolves." He somewhat shrugged, trying not to wake the wolf-girl in his arms. "It makes her feel safe and keeps her from killing us all in our sleep. Might as well make it nice for her."
Oh yeah, this mystery was going to kill him.
"Hey, Dei-Chan!" the blonde bomber turned, groaning to himself when he saw Hidan standing in the doorway.
"What do you want, Un?" He grumbled, returning to making two lunches.
"What the hell is so special about that bitch?" The elder demanded. "She's a little fucking pussy. How in Jashin's name did she get into Akatsuki?"
The blonde cringer at the memory of when he had openly questioned Ookami's abilities, and nearly dropped the small bottle of sprinkles in his hand. "I-I can't talk about that, un. If you want to know, go ask her."
The Jashinist scowled, getting closer to lean over the younger's shoulder. "Why are you…? Oh Hell No!" His jaw dropped when he realized what Deidara was doing. "I can't believe this! You're making her lunch? Since when are you her Maid?"
"Hidan, either get something to eat, or leave me the hell alone, un." Said blonde shook a few sprinkles onto the peanut butter toast before putting the bottle up and lifting the two lunches- one a sandwich for himself, the other peanut butter toast with sprinkles and a juice box for Ookami. "Besides, she's adorable, un."
With that, he walked away, leaving Hidan alone in the kitchen, no closer to solving the mystery around the new girl than he was that morning.
Hidan leaned against the doorframe, watching the rest of the Akatsuki playing a game with a small girl sporting white wolf ears, a fluffy white tail, and hair past her waist a darker shade of blue than the ocean. As he watched, the girl laughed aloud as Sasori failed to repeat the sequence in the right order, eliminating himself.
The second Ookami's turn came around, she repeated without hesitation, "Apple, BOOM, Coffee, Dei-san, Expired, Fictional, Generation, Helix, Impossible, Jashin, Kitty, Lollipop, Maximum, Notorious, and Opposition! Tobi-san's turn!"
The orange masked man attempted feebly to remember all the words.
"Is that it?" Hidan asked without thinking. "You chose her because she's a fucking living database?"
Pein glared at him. "No, Hidan. While Ookami's intellect is definitely a plus to having her join us, it's only the tip of what she's capable of."
Hidan scoffed at the idea, leaning over the back of the couch. "Please. Show me one fucking thing she can do other than remembering a long chain of Jashin-damned words."
Kisame raised an eyebrow. "Kakuzu, can we use your laptop?"
The cash monger eyed him suspiciously, then handed him a small white rectangle. Kisame took it and laid it on the table in front of Ookami and clicked open notepad. "Remember that picture we found online last week? The one of the Konan-chibi in a flower?"
"Of course I do, Kisame-san."
"Put it on here in code."
The girl nodded and started typing, her hands blurring as she filled the screen with letters, numbers and symbols. She didn't even glance away from the laptop when the rest of them gathered around her, watching as she filled the screen twice over with seemingly random, meaningless text in a matter of minutes.
"Ok, Kisame-san! All done!"
"Good job, Kami." The blue man saved the file, then reopened it as an image, filling the screen with a picture Hidan had seen them browsing over the day before.
"…Again, so she's just here because she's smart?"
"No, Hidan."
The Jashinist frowned, thinking of any other reason that could explain why the girl was there. Inspiration hit him like a load of bricks, and before he even realized what he was doing, He was standing halfway across the room from a clearly pissed off wolf-girl, a familiar purple plush toy in his hand held high above his head.
The moment the girl stood, the rest of the Akatsuki fled to the next room over, watching from the doorway as she approached the taller man fearlessly, a tangible aura of evil emanating from her as she gave a glare that put the Uchiha clan to shame.
The voice she used was far from the happy, clueless tone of the child-Ookami. It was mature, cold and solid, emotionless enough to make even Itachi uncomfortable. "Give back the rabbit, and I might leave you enough muscle to walk out of here under your own power."
Hidan smirked, but inside he felt a small flicker of disgrace- nothing embarrassed him as much as having to be carried or dragged to Kakuzu's room in pieces to be repaired. "And what the fuck will you do if I don't?"
"Then you'll be worse off than Humpty Dumpty."
He scoffed, rolling his eyes at the nursery rhyme reference. "Bring it on, bitch."
Her previously angry expression became a dangerous smirk, as her emerald eyes faded to near black. "I was really hoping you'd say that." Without warning, the rabbit found itself flying across the room towards Itachi, the hand holding it having been kicked with enough force to break at least half of the bones in it. Itachi caught it with ease, holding it cautiously.
Before Hidan could even curse at the girl, she was on the attack again. In the process of five seconds, he found himself lying on the floor, an extreme pain coming from his ribs, pelvis, leg and arm, with a bone-crushing grip holding his face in place at the girl glared down at him. And with two words, she made Hidan realize just how limited his view of pain was.
"Kishenou Byoka."
Instantly, he felt heat rushing over his face from the girls hand, spreading over his entire head, then his chest, until every inch of him was engulfed in flame. With a simple twitch of Ookami's hand, the pain made itself clear. Burning, searing, and- much to Hidan's horror- incapable of being felt as pleasure like so many other pains could and had been. The feeling was amplified when he felt the bones in his feet crushed. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, but couldn't force his gaze away from Ookami's. The bones in his legs soon followed, and despite all his intentions, he cried out, for the first time since he was eleven, in nothing but pain.
The sound made the girl smile, and the pain intensified even further, rolling slowly up his body through his bones and muscle, and he cried out louder. And louder. And even louder.
As he teetered on the verge of begging for her to stop, the pain suddenly vanished leaving him on the floor, gasping for air that the fire had stolen from him. He felt like a charcoal briquette, and he was positive he resembled one as well, if not simply a pile of ashes, abused by the flames and left forgotten.
"Damn… Ookami, what did you put him through?" He heard the Explosives Expert ask.
"I've never heard that masochist in actual pain…" The cash monger added.
"I just gave him what he needed to feel- real pain, and why I'm here." The cold monotone-Ookami answered. "Now give me Kurai!" The voice had regained the slightest hint of childishness again. After a short silence, he heard the much more familiar child-Ookami, whom they treated like a princess. "Kisame-saaaan, I'm tired." He could have sighed with relief if the echo of pain hadn't remained. "And my head hurts."
"I'll get you some Tylenol, Honey." Konan's soft voice told her, followed by quick footsteps.
"Come on, Ookami. Let's get you to bed for a while, Hm?" Kisame comforted. There was a little whine in response, and Kisame's heavier footsteps carried her away.
A few minutes of abandonment later, her felt two pairs of hands attempting to pull him up off the ground. He slowly responded, somehow managing to stand. "What just… happened?" he panted.
"Her bloodline limit and advanced Taijutsu. You're still alive, I assure you, and in one… ok, three pieces, and definitely still human." Was that… Sasori?
"So I'm… not a… pile… of ashes?"
"So she used fire, eh?"
"And crushed my bones."
Well, He was sure of a few things, now. One, No matter what, he was never, EVER, going to touch that Jashin damned rabbit again. Two, He wasn't going to question Ookami's right to be an Akatsuki anymore. Three, nothing like this would ever happen to him again. Four, and Lastly, he was never going to bitch about the others inability to work through pain as easily as he could.
Well then, Hidan, he thought to himself as he slowly made his way to his room, I guess you solved your mystery, haven't you?
A/N: 1,883 words.
Tell me what you think! I've been working on this in my time between writing chapters, when my muses avoided me. It wasn't thought too hard about, except for… no, didn't even think about that very hard.
Review! Or Ookami will use her epic ninja skills to hunt you down and Kishenou Byoka your ass, BITCH!
…I love you! Lots!
Sincerely,
Tori Da Mutt