"Kabuto… Would you care to join me on my quest for the special Daisuri girl?"
"Sure thing my lord. I imagine this will be interesting. Especially with that Kekkei Genkai I hear she has."
"I would really like your assistance, considering that there's a possibility the Akatsuki make their way to her first. Or those pesky Leaf Village Jonin."
The young medical ninja adjusts his glasses with his usual smirk planted on his face. "Of course my lord."
"Great...and Kabuto."
"Yes?"
"Please see to it that you put her down once we get a hold of her. She's a wild one and I don't particularly feel like getting my hands dirty."
"Of course my Lord."
…...
Shani POV
Sold out. Thousands of people screaming my name and singing along to all of my songs. Man. I wipe the sweat off my brow as I head backstage and to my dressing room to greet the cool air. All those stage lights have got me fried. I plop on the couch. "Yep, this is the life."
"I bet it is!"
I turn around to see my best friend opening my door with a big smile. "You dumb girl," I tease. "What are you doing here, huh? Who let you in?"
She scoffs. "I let myself in, I'm Dezzy! I do what I want, just like you Shani Daisuri." She giggles. "We throwing a party or what?"
"In my dressing room?" She moves her sleek black bangs from her short hair, giving me a better look at the mischievous gleam in her eyes.
I roll my eyes. "Oh gosh, did you already invite people?"
She walks over to the couch and hops over and onto it to hover over me. "Now Shani, why would I do that without your permission? Besides, it's not like your dressing room isn't massive and meant for backstage kick backs!"
"Leave it to you. You're always gonna do what you want. I can't complain."
She grins at me, her bright green eyes still gleaming. Suddenly she straddles me, holding my face on either side. "I love how much you know me. It makes me feel like I'm important that you remember all the little details."
A less than attractive guffaw escapes my lips. "You just said it like 15 seconds ago, stupid."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me, call me more names, Shani," she coos in her drama queen voice. She starts kissing me all over my face. She's drunk. As hell.
"Dude I think you're drunk."
"Just buzzed. Not drunk quite yet. Just messing with you." She hops off me and walks to the mini fridge. "Check this, beer for days! I bought it in your name by the way."
I laugh. "You're an ass, but I'm ready to party. Turn the stereo on, blast that shit!"
"Alriiiight!"
The door busts open and 20 people walk in at a time shouting, as if on cue. It's my entire makeup team and backup singers, and a few old friends. Dezzy starts throwing the beers out and the partygoers catch them with ease. "Shani, get one of these damn beers! We're getting fucked up to celebrate yet another killer performance!"
She passes me one and I shake it violently, and with an abrupt snapping open of the cap it bursts and sprays everywhere. I stick my tongue out and catch the raining light liquor as it pours all over me, wetting my hair and shirt. My pretty, blond hairstylist shouts, "ALCOHOL SHOWERS!" This give everyone leeway to do the same, making a mess. Soon enough we'll be too drunk to care.
After 15 minutes have passed we've had enough beer to get us a lovely buzz. I feel a foot touch my head and I look up to see a cute ginger boy just a little older than me swinging on the chandelier. "Weather's fine up here Shani!"
I smile wide. "Oh wow. I'm coming up to check it out with you then!"
I jump onto the couch, balancing to prepare for the jump. He holds his hand out and I leap and grab for it. Obviously, the chandelier is unable to handle the weight of both of us and we fall onto the floor once we lose our grip, yet the chandelier remains on the ceiling. He lands right on top of me, blushing at the closeness.
"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!"
The chanting of the wild partygoers puts the pressure on us. I shrug underneath him. "We're drunk, why not." As soon as I lean in I lock eyes with a tan, muscular man covered in tattoos, towering over us behind the ginger boy.
His deep, booming voice startles us. "We see you again but like this? You shame us. Dirty trash."
Who the hell is he? I sure know where he's from...but not who he is exactly. "Dude who the heck are you talking to? You're the trash, and you fucking stink too."
"Watch how you speak to elders. We want only fine things for Daisuri."
Daisuri. I haven't heard from them in years. "Give me a break you're all monsters. You guys still speak funny too," I mock his accent.
I stand up and get a real feel for his height. He's gigantic. And the others watching cower with fear. A couple run through the exit, but the rest stick around for the show. "You forget where you come from you let all this money and fame get to your brain and you change in front of me now."
"You guys have been out to kill me and my family for the longest," I shout at him and stand on the coffee table to level myself to him. "You expect me to WANT to remember where I came from? You guys are animals. Don't act like you're disappointed in me when you're just here to kill me."
"Actually," another voice comes crashing from the door, less deep but more menacing. "We need you for something."
I shake my head in disbelief. "Just what the hell could you need me for?"
The menacing voice comes through as a tall, lean man with tan skin and light blonde hair like my sister's, as well as our eye color. He looks a lot like my father, only taller, less muscular and sober. He smiles a disgustingly wide smile. "There is a group, the Akatsuki. You heard of em, eh?"
I nod, but I'm lying. The who? Is that a band? Battle of the bands or?
"They need tailed beasts. And so do we. We know you know how to get the beasts. You help us Shani, yeah?"
His accent is very thick...he closely resembles my dad...and it hits me. "Uncle Umeki? You're with them now?"
He saunters over to me, and at his single touch upon my face my eyes well up with tears. Fear, confusion, and disgust consume me. "Shh...my lovely niece. Don't be upset. If you go with us I can explain it all to you. I dunno why you cry. I will not hurt you when I love you."
"Don't touch me! You come in here, crash my party, asking me for favors after the Daisuri had done nothing for me but ruin my goddamn life? Go to hell, the whole fucking clan!" I yell snatching his hand away.
Uncle Umeki's face becomes stern, and his mouth curves downwards in disgust. He walks over to the pretty blonde girl, snatching her by her hair. "In that case Shani, party's over."
Three more men from my clan burst through the door and begin a violent tirade on the innocent people about how much of a "disgusting bitch" I am, and that I'm the cause of their death to come. I'm the cause of these casualties. My uncle takes the girl by her hair and smashes her face with brute force against the edge of the coffee table three times until blood swallows her features. Her body goes limp and she slumps down over the couch. It happened so fast I couldn't even stop him. I want to throw up at the sight.
"Shani, help!" I turn around and the man from earlier has a hold on Dezzy.
"Come with us or your friend dies."
I feel my heart sink into my stomach. Dez is calm mostly, but her eyes are screaming. If I save her… I won't really be saving her. He'll kill her later. They'll kill everyone dear to me so that I have no one to run back to. I'll be stuck with the Daisuri all over again. I won't let that happen. If they want a war, then I will be my own army.
I lunge for her and snap her neck, and shove her into him. That feeling that I'm gonna vomit comes back as I look at her face, frozen in a silent scream. I look at him and I throw my hands up. "It was either me or her. Catch me if you can, big boy."
I dash for the exit door and I don't look back. I run for my life until I can find my way out of the venue, in which they cut off all the lights. I just want to drop to my knees and cry as I still hear all the screams from my dressing room. All my friends. My whole team. And the scary part is, the Daisuri are not even bothering to come after me now, having fun with all my friends. I feel like they know they'll find me later.
The first thing I think about as I see the light out of the building is my sister. "Minatsuru!" I told her to go wait for me to finish my show at a hotel, a very specific one. I never wanted her around with Dezzy because of her influence. I just hope she listened and went to the right one. I run through the streets people pointing and shouting, "Hey its Shani! Look at Shani! What's wrong with Shani?" I continue sprinting, not bothering to stop. I take a harsh right, turning the corner and I almost trip. I stumble a bit because my boots are a little heavy but pick myself back up. I wish I hadn't worn such tight shorts; maybe I'd be able to run a little faster but at least my shirt has enough space for me to move. These guys will be on my ass before I know it.
I see the hotel and burst through the door only to find a trashed lobby. My right leg gives out on me and I fall down and I finally release the feeling that's been building up in my stomach. I hack and cough until I'm able to stand again, and stumble to the stairs. I look to my left as the woman working the desk in a bloody mess slumped against the wall. I look through the blood stained papers, fingers fumbling until I find the name I'm looking for- Mina Chai, room 206. I'm glad she used the name I told her to use. People are so crazy they follow us everywhere, stalkers and murderers, plain old crazy fans. This should mean no one's got to her. One thing everyone knew is that where I go, my sister goes.
I start back up the stairs, grabbing into the wall for support. I limp breathlessly down the halls until I find 206, already slightly open. My heartbeat becomes so strong I can't breathe and I collapse to the ground. Unable to stand because of the emotions running through me I crawl forward, pushing the door open wider with my head as I move. The room appears untouched… besides "TRAITOR" scribbled in blood. All over the window. I jump over the bed with sheer will, and find her body cold. Peculiarly clean and cold. Her light green eyes are wide open and scared but her face overall is serene. Almost like she wanted to die.
My hands are tremulous and they don't even feel like my hands. I can't be in my body. This can't be real. I'm not looking at Mina's dead body. I'm not. I won't accept it.
...
I limp back downstairs carrying my sister's body, unable to just leave her there. Three of those bastards are waiting for me with those dirty grins plastered on their demonic faces.
And of course, the big muscle head is here leading the little pack. "Look like you found your trusty side kick. Too bad. She would made a nice addition to our group, much more feisty than you Shani."
"Suck my dick."
A short man with tattoos all over his face lets out a roaring laugh. "But you sure have bigger mouth of the two that's for damn sure huh? Whatchu guys think?"
They nod in agreement. I set my sister down on a lobby couch, trying not to cry at the sight of her like this.
"If you stare that does not mean she can come back," the other man teases me, but whatever he meant to say it's unintelligible.
"If you don't shut up I'll kill you. Where is my uncle?"
"He's busy... havin' fun. Men, whatcha say we have our fun too with young Shani, hm?"
I walk up closer to them pulling out my kunai, unintimidated. I haven't needed one of these since I left the life as a shinobi years ago, but something always told me these Daisuri bastards would find me some day and I'd need to keep one. "Try me, assholes."
"My pleasure," grunts the muscle head. "But I have not introduce myself properly. What kinda man I be if I don't introduce myself before taking lady on first date? I am Chua."
The short, ink faced man introduces himself as Hinto, and the other least relevant, least flamboyant one as Moki.
I walk closer and spit in Moki's plain boring face. "Screw you all."
Muscle head grabs me by my throat, lifting me off my feet. "You play too much games young Shani. Come here."
He removes his hand from my neck to place them on my hips as he carries me to the blood covered desk, wrapping my legs around him. "Put me down! Put me down muscle head," I shout, swinging so wildly I drop my kunai. He signals for his goons to come over to help, and they go on either side of me and hold my hands down so I don't fight them. "This is the only way you can win over me huh, muscle head? You're a coward."
"I tell you my name is Chua, do not be so rude. You can enjoy this."
He bites my shoulder and rips my shirt off, exposing my bra. Hinto lets go of my hand to unhook my bra and I punch him in his face, and he returns the favor right to my jaw. I spit the blood in his face. "You dog!"
"Spit more, I like it nasty," he teases licking my face with his disgustingly slimy tongue.
My helpless whimper is mistaken for a moan, and Chua smirks. "I knew you liked this you nasty little whore. Just like your mama."
A wave of anger consumes me and my body gets hot. "You know what else my mama woulda done?" I grab the pen next to me and stab him right in his fucking eye, pushing the pen in as far as I can before he flinches back. Too bad it didn't kill him. The big monster howls as he falls to the ground I kick Hinto in his mouth, busting his lip open. "That's for licking me. Heads up Moki, its time for us to dance. Can ya handle me until your buddies get up?"
He scowls in response. I can only act like the tough girl for so long. The other two goons will recover within a minute or so, so until then I gotta handle business right here and do what I can.
Orochimaru POV
Kabuto and I follow my feisty young protégés in our quest to find Shani Daisuri, ignoring them as best as we could. Kabuto turns to me asking, "How do you think it'll be once we find her?"
"Who knows… who cares. I doubt there's anything about her that makes her so hard to convince. They were all young and naïve, as is fact that people are after her and she'll want protection should be enough, do you not think so Kabuto?"
"Hmph, maybe so..."
"Hey, hey, shh!"
Sasuke silences us, our ears catching onto the sound of a young girl grunting. "What the f-"
I turn to see what the commotion is, and of course, the commotion is her. Shani Daisuri in a frenzy, taking several strikes to her attacker's face with a kunai and spitting obscenities. The blood splashes all over her and stains her face, hands, and half naked body. Above her is another body, forced in between the crevices of the ceiling. The man she is working on now is long dead, but she continues to stab him anyways. The sight brings joy to my night, makes this all the more exciting.
I walk into the hotel lobby, careful not to tip off the girl. I kneel down beside her and catch her hand before she slices at the man's now unrecognizable face yet again. She whimpers in protest and I lift her from the man's corpse. She thrashes and shouts.
"GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OR I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Shani, I am not here to hurt you," I speak softly to her as to not alarm her. I hold her in my arms on the floor and wait for her to calm down, her face buried into my chest punching my shoulder with absolutely no force.
"Please, just kill me. I'm so tired. I can't fight."
"We aren't here to hurt you. Why throw away a shiny, new diamond? You're a treasure, Shani. We know all about you, as do a great many people. We're here to protect you. There are more of them, we know. If you just come with us…"
She pulls her face away from my body to look at me. Such a pretty face, covered in blood and fresh cuts from a brutal fight. She takes her arms away from me to cover her upper body. She watches me with chary, pale green eyes, large and scared.
"Where are your clothes?"
Her head hangs and she begins to weep. "They took them off... They, they tried to..."
Her voice trembles too hard for us to completely understand or for her to finish but we've all got the gist. I pull her back to me, stroking her long, matted hair. The Uchiha scoffs, and his friend comments how sick and disgusted he is as the two search the lobby to retrieve her clothes.
Suigetsu returns with her boot, Sasuke leaving himself bare to clothe her upper body with his shirt.
"This yours princess," the former asks with a smile lifting her leg.
She nods, eyes a little wild and lost. "Thanks."
The young Uchiha puts his shirt on her. Her fingers fumble with the button and he rolls his eyes. "Let me do it...hey."
"Huh?"
"As long as I'm around, I shouldn't have to do this for you anymore. No one is gonna touch you like that again, especially not three guys like them."
She nods at him, offering a crooked smile. As soon as she's dressed again I walk back to her. "Can you walk? They didn't..."
"No I killed them before they could get that far," her defeated voice is almost inaudible. She stares and takes a long pause, then points to a young blonde girl just about her age, lying lifeless on the couch. "Over there. She's dead."
Kabuto interjects for the first time. "They got to her?"
"No. She did."
The red headed Daisuri girl gives me a crinkled piece of paper. A suicide note. I couldn't live like this. Running. I'm still now, and at peace. Be still with me. I hope to see you soon. I place a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "You can be with her. I can bring her to you without you having to go where ever it is that she is."
"How?"
I chuckle at her eyes that were once filled with sadness, and now with awe in a matter of seconds. "A jutsu I am perfecting. Imagine living with your sister, forever, unable to be slain. Where if the Daisuri were to come to you, you will never know fear. It could just be Shani and Minatsuru Daisuri. I can give you that. I just need your help. Will you-"
She blinks furiously, shaking her head before her thoughts return back to earth. "I'd do anything."
"Perfect. Kabuto please take care of the body of the sister; bring it with us and keep it in the labs. You my auburn angel, we have much to discuss. But first we'll get you cleaned up. Perhaps something to eat?"
The look of disbelief hasn't left her face but she agrees nonetheless. "Thanks...uh, name?"
"Orochimaru, founder of Otagakure- Hidden Sound. That is where we will be going. This is Kabuto Yakushi, Sasuke Uchiha, and Suigetsu."
She waves to them all with a weak hand. "Shani Daisuri. Thank you. Thank you all."
"Come now Shani, we have to get down to business as soon as you're better."
"Ok... Sir."
She smiles at me. A still crazed yet wide and genuine smile. She's caught on quickly. For a moment I even consider making the girl my new protégé, seeing the promise in her, and knowing she must possess great power. However...I see several other uses for her.
