Hey! its fish. First Naruto Fic so with me luck! Reviews would be nice 3
I dont own anything but Hatoru and the two creepy guys, but you can have them if you want.
The night came quickly in the fire country. Not that it mattered much. People went about the business, lighting lanterns ever 5 feet or so, wrapping the small towns and rural villages in a continuous glow of warmth and brightness. Inhabitance greeted each other as they fulfilled the last of there daily routines, returning home to families and loved ones for dinner. Others left the secluded emptiness of there houses to go join the throng of life at local taverns and bars, determined to leave their loneliness behind in a drunken haze.
"Shit Kakuzu." A figure complained, leaning up against the hard, wooden bar top of a small town's inn. He ran his fingers though his silver hair, slicking it back into place. His violet eyes flicked towards his partner, frowning at him. "When can we leave this shithole? It smells like piss and beer."
"You should be used to the smell, Hidan" the man next to him answered, not taking his eyes of the room to look at his companion. Hidan raised his eyebrow, confused and not quite getting the insult. Finally he huffed and slumped his shoulders, letting out a long, loud sigh. He shot Kakuzu a sideways glance, but he was unaffected by Hidan's theatrics so he settled back against the bar again and began to fantasize about sacrificing the whole place to his murderous god.
Kakuzu focused on a table in the back, were two people sat, drinking heavily. Both men seemed unaware of the large bounty on here lives, nor the imminent danger they were in. A girl about 19 or 20 passed the table and one of the man, a mustache covering half his face, grabbed her wrist. She pulled away, hissing something at them. The men turned and looked at each other, laughing. She rolled her eyes and began to walk away.
"Where you goin' baby!" mustache called after her. She flicked them off. The other man hit his shoulder and said something, pointing after the girl. They both grinned, and mustache nodded and they stood. Kakuzu straitened himself, stretching for a moment. Finally, this was his chance. Hidan, noticing the movement next to him, looked up for the pretty barmaid he had been talking too.
"Were leaving." Kakuzu said and started towards the door. Hidan looked back at the girl and waved off his partner.
"We can finish this in the morning." he called, then paused when there was no answer. He turned just in time to see the edge of Kakuzu's cloak out the door. "hey! Fuck." He hissed, shoving the girl out of his way and ignoring her cry of protest. He rushed out the door to her calls of 'basterd!'
Hatoru Migoshi was abstractly aware of the two men who followed her out of the bar, but didn't think much about it, considering she wasn't all that pretty. The addition of 2 months of traveling grim didn't add to her appearance. That's how long she'd been gone. Sure, she bathed, but her aversion to towns…or people for that matter made bathing in anything other then a stream highly improbable. Her long navy hair was tangled and muddy, hanging down to about her knees. The bright white ribbon she wore about 2/3rds of the way doing was stained and a hazy brown color. Her tube-top shirt was a darker shade of lavender then it was supposed to and the Firefly and lily's embroidered on the front didn't stand out as much.
"Slow down sweetie!" a drunken slur called after her. she paused, looking behind her. it was the two men from the bar. She rubbed her hands on her one of the dark blue strips of cloth that served as a skirt of sorts over her black compression shorts and began to walk again, pretending to ignore them. They followed her for a few seconds as she walked though the dark streets, and she became very aware of the lack of people. She took a wrong turn, coming to a dead end. She swallowed nervously.
"Hey, nice spot babe." She could smell their breath from the mouth of the ally. She prepared to jump onto the roof when one of them caught her wrist. She spun around, face to face with mustache man. She blinked, her violet eyes wide. She ran though ideas in her mind, defense moves, what she had learned as a ninja in her old village. The other man came in behind her, leaning close and whispered something in her ear. She couldn't hear it though, her ears roared. She tried to kick out, or to fight back, but her whole body was frozen.
Mustache man chuckled, twirling her around till her back hit the hard side of one of the walls, pressing his sour mouth to hers. She could taste the alcohol on his lips, closing her eyes, feeling tears well up. One of his hands slipped down her back, rough and demanding till he came to the belt buckle that kept her skirt on. He broke off the kiss, grinning as his hands fumbled with the latch. She could see his friend keeping watch, looking back every so often. Her attention switched back as the thin strips of fabric that served as a skirt fell to the ground around her feet. His hands when to his own pants, Hatoru still frozen with fear, her eyes tightly shut.
"Don't look so afraid baby you're gonna lov-" what exactly she was going to love was lost on a sudden, inaudible grumble. Something wet and warm sprayed across her face and clothes. She opened her eyes, confused. Mustache man stared back at her, his hands limp at his sides. She stared, watching as he swayed back and forth, a long red grin etched into his throat. Final he fell forward, landing on her. She fell backwards, hitting the wall. A man stood in mustaches place. He was tall, and his face was completely covered by a mask, but his eyes, dark, cold and murderous, stared back at her. He took a step forward, raising one of his hands, when a loud shout came from the opening of the ally.
He turned and cursed. He looked back at her for a moment, his cold glare daring her to run, as he walked towards the clamor. Hatoru looked down at the dead man on her, realizing it. Biting her lip, trying not to scream, she pushed him off her. he rolled a few feet closer to the fight, his face a mask of surprise and pain. She leaned her head back against the wall, trying to control the shaking on her limbs and the pounding of her heart. The fight at the mouth of the ally was still raging, but the sound of it wouldn't last too long. she stood, shaky, realizing there was little possibility of escape. Determined not to die here, she looked around for some form of weapon. Here eyes fell on a long plank of wood a few feet from her feet. Rushing to pick it up, she took a stance, ready to defend her self.
Suddenly the man who had kept watch came pelting around the corner. He paused, looking around till he spotted her. He cocked his head, opening his mouth to say something then his foot caught on the dead body of his comrade. He stumbled, turning to see what he had tripped one and froze.
"Don't let him get away!" an angry, gruff voice hissed from entrance.
" Hold on! Fuck!" another voice called. The man turned, eyes wide as be began to make a run for it, towards the end of the ally and Hatoru. Two figures round the entrance. Hatoru gripped her piece of wood as the man sprinted towards her. Without thinking she swung just at he came into range. The wood made contact with his skull and a very nasty cracking sound repeated through the ally. It seemed to take the man ages to hit the ground as Hatoru watched in horror at what she had done. She just stood and stared, half of her willing the man to stand up and shake it off. The two figures had caught up. One of them, with silver hair, knelt down beside the body, pressing his head to the man's chest. The other, the one who had killed mustache man, watched her, a strange look in his eyes.
"Shit bitch," the silver-haired one chuckled "you fucked him up good. Broke his neck like that" he snapped and laughed, standing and brushing himself off.
"To fucking bad you've got to join them eh. Jashin-sama could have use for a bitch like you." He grinned, pulling a large 3-bladed scythe from his back. Hatoru gripped her piece of wood, concentrating on not letting the tears that were filling up her eyes fall. He started towards her, raising the scythe over his head, sweeping as she came into range. She did the same with her wood, biting her lip and preparing for the pain, wandering what dying would be like.
Her eyes flashed open at the sound of snapping wood. She stumbled forwards, steadying herself as she stared at the piece of splintered wood in her hand, wondering why she wasn't a bloody mess on the ground
"FUCK!" she looked up at the man she thought would end her existence, and stared. "Damn Kakuzu! What the fuck did you to that for!"
He stood in mid attack, his scythe ready to murder, except for the thin, threadlike strands the held in back. The masked man, Kakuzu, had stopped his partner in mid attack, saving her life. She blinked, letting the wood fall to the ground.
"Shut up Hidan." He answered, retracting the threads, back into his wrist.
"Shit! Now I cant even kill this whore!" Hidan growled. "what now your just going to let the bitch run to her fucking master?" never the less, he returned his scythe to his back and glared at her.
"No. she's coming with us." Hatoru gasped as the same thin threads wrapped around her mouth, preventing a scream. They circled around her wrist, shoulders, and arms, preventing her from using them, but allowing her to walk. Hidan paused.
"what the fuck?"
"She could come in handy…and if not…well we can always kill her later." Hidan looked like he was going to say something, but shrugged.
"You're still carrying a fucking body though." He answered as he picked up the man Hatoru had killed. Kakuzu took his kill and they both flung them over there shoulders. Kakuzu turned and looked at Hatoru, who was struggling against the bindings.
"Keep it up and you wont last long." he growled, tightening the threads till she stopped. He loosened them, walking towards the exit. "Stay close and don't attract attention."
She could do nothing but follow as Kakuzu shortened her bindings to the point were she was walking directly next to him, shadowed by his figure so any passersby wouldn't see her bindings. Not that it mattered for they meet no one as the walked thought the streets and out into the surrounding forest, leaving nothing behind but a splintered piece of wood, some bloodstains and a dark blue skirt.
