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Also, unless stated, this is in Kagami's POV. :3
And, for people who don't know the Japanese terms for the villages, here are the ones I'll be using in this chapter: Amegakure [Hidden Rain], Kumogakure [Hidden Cloud]
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The forest was thinning into an open, grassy field, and I began to feel the full extent of the rain falling to the earth as I ran into the clearing.
"I wish this rain would let up…this isn't Amegakure…" I mumbled. Nevertheless, I just keep running through the near-torrential downpour. Then, in the near-distance, I could make out a cave through the rain. I pushed myself to run faster and into the cave.
Once I reached the dull cave, I stared down deeper into it. I saw the five tunnels I knew only too well. Someone could easily get lost in a labyrinth like this… It's a good thing I know my way through here… I thought. I then sat down on a small rock in the middle of the main part of the cave and wrung out my long lavender hair.
Then, for some reason, I felt like I was being watched.
But before I could turn and see who it was, I got bashed on the head, and fell into unconsciousness.
--Later--
I flutter my eyes open to look at the ceiling of a ryokan (A/N: a Japanese inn.). I recognized the ryokan-looking house as the Akatsuki headquarters I've been in so many times before. I tried to remember how I got here.
Oh. That's right. One of these BAKAS that live here knocked me unconscious. I sighed.
I guess…that's what I get for not wearing my cloak…I sighed again.
"Yes…I'll check on the hostage now, Kisame," I heard our Leader, Nagato-sama, say.
When he mentioned Kisame, I made a mental note to beat the crap out of him later. Normally, I'm not that aggressive of a person, but I think I'll make an exception for Kisame knocking out one of his comrades.
I heard the sliding door to the room open and Nagato walked in. When he saw that it was me, he rolled his eyes.
I sat up. "I would've had the same reaction, Nagato-sama, if my head wasn't throbbing."
His Rinnegan eyes looked into mine apologetically. Us both having the Rinnegan is still a mystery to us; according to Nagato, there should only be one Rinnegan possessor in existence at a time. For now, we've just decided to call the situation a rare occurrence until we can fully understand why the Rinnegan God placed us both into the world simultaneously.
I stood up and stretched my muscles, bowed to Nagato, then walked out of the room I was in and walked down the hall to my own room. After I closed the sliding door, I went over to my closet and ripped my cloak off the hanger it was on and slipped it on over my black tank top and knee length pants. I wanted to kick myself. If wearing this cloak would've prevented that baka Kisame from thinking I was an intruder or something and hitting me on the head… Oh well.
As I was buttoning up my cloak, I checked the clock on the nightstand on the right side of my bed. It read seven-thirty. Kisame had me out of it for nine hours. Great. I'll probably end up being the laughing stalk of Akatsuki for getting knocked unconscious by Kisame. And in only one blow, no less.
Walking out of my room and into the main room, I saw—and heard—Hidan and Kakuzu bickering over something; both of them swearing left and right. Itachi sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, trying to ignore them, but still wearing a slightly annoyed expression. Deidara was deeply absorbed by his "art", so absorbed that he didn't notice anything that was going on. Everyone else appeared to be holed up in their rooms. I'm not surprised; the rest of Akatsuki is a pretty antisocial bunch. It was rare enough for Itachi to be out here, but the others, Nagato, Konan, and Sasori, tend to keep to themselves. As for Kisame, he'd better be fearing for his life in one of the recesses of the cave.
While I was making my observation of what everyone was doing, I strode into our small kitchen area and grabbed a small bag of chips out of a cabinet, then went back to the main room of the base and sat down on the floor next to Deidara, watching him work on a rather intricate-looking clay figure. It was a rare occasion for him to be making anything that isn't really simple-like.
"What's the occasion, Deidara? Giving in to Sasori's 'eternal art' idea?" I teased as I opened my bag of chips.
All he did was look at me and roll his eyes. He went directly back to his work.
After being ignored, I decided to tune into Hidan and Kakuzu's argument to see what exactly they were fighting over. I began eating my bag of chips and began to listen to their dispute.
"Why the hell did you find it necessary to drink my fucking chocolate milk, you bastard?"
My eye twitched. I knew it was gonna be over something immensely retarded, but…wow.
"For the last fuckin' time, I did NOT drink your damned chocolate milk. Now go pray or something; I have better things to do," Kakuzu countered. I really didn't believe Kakuzu would drink chocolate milk; he was a dietary fanatic. It was more likely that Hidan was suffering from intense memory loss.
And with that, I tuned them out again, not wanting to find out any more about Hidan's "beloved" chocolate milk.
After watching Deidara make a very detailed sculpture of what appeared to be a landscape of the old Akatsuki hideout, and Hidan and Kakuzu's bickering died down, I decided to just go to bed. As I stood up, I glanced over in Itachi's direction, and he had a…sorrowful…expression on his face; what's weirder, he was looking in my direction. What reason did he have to feel sorrow for me?
I quickly looked away, fast-walked to the kitchen to throw away my empty bag of chips, then trudged to my room.
It was odd for me to feel tired after being knocked out for so long…I guess that it's not counted as sleeping if you go unconscious for some provocative reason. I was too exhausted-feeling to bother to take off my cloak, so I just plopped down on my bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
***
I woke up to hear Nagato giving orders to someone. It was weird for Nagato to be so loud to where someone would wake up to him giving out mission orders, so I got out of my bed and pressed my ear to my door to investigate.
"…Need you to kill her. Her Rinnegan will counteract mine, which doesn't leave me much to fight with. You, Sasori, have the highest chance of living out of any of the others against her. Not to say it won't be difficult, though. Kagami needs to be taken out of this world, before it falls apart. Do you accept this assignment?"
I could anticipate Sasori's answer before he even said it. Him and I had never talked much…not like he could process any reason to keep me alive even if we did talk to each other. He couldn't possess any humane feelings; he turned himself into a puppet years ago. Also, he would never ignore a direct order from Nagato.
"…Yes, I accept, Nagato-sama," I heard Sasori say in a monotone.
As soon as I heard Sasori's agreement to my murder, I started to gather some of my possessions. I searched around in my closet and came across a small bag. I grabbed it and shoved my regular shinobi clothes— a jade-green sleeveless top and some standard, khaki-colored, knee length ninja pants—into my bag. I walked over to my nightstand, got my scratched out Kumogakure headband and my long white ribbon cloth—to tie back my hair—and threw them into my bag as well. I opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed as many ryo notes I could pick up in one handful, and crammed those into my now full pack (like I said, it was small). Within a minute and a half, I was teleporting to just outside the cave that led into the headquarters.
And I ran. I ran away from my home…former home now…like there was no tomorrow.
Which, after a moment of thought, I realized that that statement could very well come true.
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