Punishment & Reward
Have you ever had those little fantasies of you being punished by the Akatsuki in a all to pleasing manner?
Well today, that dream is going to be fulfilled!
(This is rated Mature for views which may insult people.)
I don't own it.
I don't own that.
But I own you.
Yes.
You.
THESE ARE NOT CONSTRUCTED STORYLINES.
NO STORIES ARE LINKED TO OTHERS UNLESS STATED.
Oh the Pein
Rain poured down, which somehow rhymed with Pein, but that was beside the fact. A patch of white spiky hair fell through the fingers of his Deva path, the others had departed abandoning both him and the body of his past sensei. His eyes grazed along the body, bloody, battered, hair stained pink at the tail instead of the once beautiful white it had been. He sighed and knelt down, sliding his hands over the man's eyes, closing his lids forever, and stood, muttering a small so long to his teacher.
Had he taught him wrong? It was a question that he would have to ask himself, though his heart ached and his body was throbbing from the lack of chakra from the battle. He simply brought out too many summons.
Too many jutsus.
Too much pain.
Tears bunched in his eyes, what was he doing? He had killed the man who had shown him so much, and he felt no satisfaction, no higher glory that Hidan had screamed about as he killed his victims. His hand moved over his heart, touching it gently and he looked to the sky, water getting in his eyes as he stared vacantly above. Through the now water-logged texture of his eye, he saw movement in the corner, grabbing a kunai and flicking it out.
A light yelp was heard and he could only assume it was human from the chakra it drew, replenishing his own and stopping the tears. He was emotional from chakra loss. That was all. He pondered a moment before he locked onto a figure, trying to yank their hand out of the tree it was pinned to frantically. She looked scared…
You looked scared…
The Deva Path in which Nagato looked through peered at your frame, taking you in as you tried to yank it away, glancing at the body next to Pein with fearful eyes. He knew you were full of adrenaline, making your body's movements rigid as the fibers of your hand writhed against the sharp metal of the dagger within the palm of your hand. You had to admit, even though you were trained, it hurt like hell, and you couldn't help but let out a few pained noises, tearing up, "let me go!"
Pein blinked slowly, turning to Jiraiya's body and saw a flash of orange and green, reaching into the vest pocket, an edge of the thing that came out was frayed, and he cringed, noticing his sensei's failure. Icha-Icha Paradise. He grasped the book firmly and lifted his body from the ground, tossing Jiraiya away, not admitting to the light pain in his heart as he heard him thud his way down the way and into the forest, passing you. Slowly, the ginger haired man wandered over, his cool grayish purple eyes settling on your own startling green ones, and your struggling continued, your long hair bobbing about. What a day to wear pigtails, neh?
You yelped loudly as he touched your face, expecting him to hit you with that blood coated hand, but you were quite surprised as he simply let his thumb stroke over your cheekbone. He treated you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, his eyes holding a remorseful glimmer within them. He moved an arm down gently and cupped your injured hand, staring at it for a moment before his gaze hardened and he snarled, bringing up your hand in front of your face.
"Insolent," he seethed and you cried out, a sickening crack filling the air. Slowly, you felt as if your hand was splintering, the bone scattering into the soft, thin tissue of your flesh. He had acted so sweet, and now he was crushing your body by a mere touch.
It was horrifying.
This display of power made your body tremble in nothing but utter fear, your heart mimicking as easily as it had when it first fluttered to life. You were sure that there was some time in your life you felt this way, that you experienced the same excruciating pain. The moment fled you though, as you fell forward, gasping as you felt the stiff bone of his knee hit your gut, "pathetic."
A loud whimper passed your lips, surprising you, as you had never done something so pitiful in your life time, other than as a child, when you begged for a piece of candy like the currency you craved nowadays.
You fell to the ground, your vision fading by the corners with a fierce black, and could only stare through your fading vision, as the man that was holding back tears of his own anguish grabbed a metal rod, raising it into the air, and made a swift motion to pierce your heart.
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And then.
You woke up.
Your eyes slid open, every color removed and replaced with shades and tints of black and white. Your hand made a move up to the sky, and you paused, noticing there were black objects embedded into your skin. Orange hair fell into your face, a thing you were quite used to, as you were a red-head, and you stared around confused, the memories flashing back, until something stopped them, suppressed them, and the door swung open, making you squeak in surprise.
It was him.
The man from earlier.
The Deva Path.
Pein.
How did you know this, all of a sudden? Who was this man, who you now knew so well? Your hands flicked back to your hand, and you noticed, that no matter how hard you tried. You couldn't scream. Your mouth simply would not open, and that struck a fear in you that you couldn't contain. Instead, you lurched over and lost your lunch, sobbing a little at the foul taste of bile.
A touch was what started it. He tilted your chin upwards, and an emotionless smile ticked the corners of his lips.
"Hello, my tool."
No…
A tear rolled down your cheek as the information registered. This was not worth your time. However, it wasn't as if you had a choice.
You were his to control. His new path.
The Animal.
Short, I know, but I wanted to give people a light glimpse at how fast you could actually die. Light horror vibes throughout this. Sorry if you're put off by the writing style of this. I'm sure the Kakuzu lemon with 'you' in it was much more…satisfying. But hey, this is called Punishment and Reward. And this was your punishment for liking this so much.
Love you guys,
FOXllCANDY
