There seems to be some interest in my continuing it so I guess I'll give it a try. I used the name Mae because it is my middle name and the hair type and eye colour is representative of mine. Also you guys might enjoy my main story that I am writing on Gaara and Hinata also featuring the Akatsuki.
Chapter 2
Mae was woken up a few hours later when her arms were untied and she was pulled to her feet. She silently berated herself for falling asleep in the first place, especially in such a dangerous situation. Her arms had gone numb and she had red welts on her wrists from where they had been tied together
She was dragged to the kitchen by the same guy that had tied her up the day before and she could have sworn this guy had god-like strength.
"You can cook right? Tobi offered but they said Tobi is bad at it" a man with an orange mask said. He was sitting on the marble counter with his legs dangling off, visibly sulking at how he was rejected by the other men.
"H-hai…" She mumbled uncertainly, they seriously wanted her to cook for them? She was actually expecting them to kill her not force her to make an early breakfast. That was another problem; she lived alone and usually cooked for one person. And she really didn't eat a lot. So she was extremely uncertain about how much food to make. What if they didn't like it? Would they kill her? They'd probably kill her anyway.
She sighed dejectedly, took out a pot and practically emptied an entire bag of rice into it, hoping that it would be enough. Adding rice she boiled it over the stove, she wasn't quite sure what to make for them. She had bacon and various American type foods in her fridge but she wasn't sure they would like that. They all spoke Japanese and seemed like they didn't know about any other cultures.
She decided on just making onigiri after all and expertly rolled the cooked rice into the typical rounded triangle shape, before adding the rectangular sheets of Nori seaweed to the bases. Deciding that they were good enough she placed the sixteen odd rice balls onto a large rectangular serving plate and slid it across the table towards the man she assumed was Kisame from what her interrogator had said.
She had to admit the name translated as 'Shark demon' definitely suited the man. She was hoping that the gills resting near his cheek bones were tattoos. She didn't know how to explain the pigmentation other than some form of paint. But she highly doubted both of those conclusions.
Kisame grinned and grabbed the plate before going towards the living room where most of the men were still sitting. She was fairly certain they had turned her house upside down trying to find something they obviously had yet to find.
Mae stood there awkwardly and rubbed her arm, the man with the orange swirly mask continued to stare at her unnervingly from where he sat on the counter.
"Ano, aren't you going to e-eat too?" she mumbled uncertainly, feeling very uncomfortable in his presence.
"Tobi already ate," He said in a cheery tone, motioning towards a bag of potato chips he had munched through. She nodded numbly in response and nervously twiddled her thumbs.
"Can I go to the bathroom p-please?" she asked hopefully, gauging his reaction from where she was standing next to one of the cupboards.
"Tobi will take you!" He said enthusiastically and grabbed her arm before dragging her out the door and towards her bathroom.
He stood outside the door and nudged her inside before closing it. When she saw the state of her bathroom her jaw dropped and her left eye twitched slightly.
There were wet towels strewn across the floor, the mat that was usually in front of the shower lay in wet scrunched up mess in the corner and her hair brush was covered in long strands of blonde hair. Her cupboard hung open and the contents had either fallen onto the floor and the counter or lay on its side in the cupboard. Not to mention the seat of her porcelain 'throne' was left up.
She sighed dejectedly and washed her face in the sink before doing using the toilet and hanging up eight wet towels. She got to work in placing all of her hair accessories, medicine, shampoo and other toiletries back in the cupboard before wringing out the mat in the bath tub and hanging it next to the towels on the metal bar above the bath.
When her bathroom no longer looked that a small hurricane had taken place inside it she opened the door to find Tobi jumping up and down impatiently.
"What took you so long?" he whined, looking at the bathroom behind her and acknowledging what she had done before dragging her into the living area (might have called it a lounge before because that's what we call it where I live). Her cheeks went red when she was pushed to sit in the same place as the night before/earlier that morning and eight (seven and a half) sets of eyes gazed at her intently.
She suddenly felt very aware of how little her nightie actually covered and the fact that nobody had ever seen her in so little clothing before, she didn't even have a bra on to make her feel any better. In fact even though she was 19 years old, she was still a virgin because she stayed away from people as much as possible and had been home schooled because of her anxiety disorder.
She noticed the empty plate next to her and was glad that they had at least eaten the food, she made sure to make enough so that they could all have at least two, considering Tobi didn't have any.
She paled when she noticed the huge red scythe resting dangerously in the corner of her couch next to a man with slicked back silver hair that smirked at her fearful expression and clutched the handle.
Mae instinctively flinched away from him and averted her eyes to a different man who scared her even more with the large Venus fly trap looking mandibles that rose from his shoulders and bicoloured skin with almost glowing yellow eyes. Did these men escape from a scientific research centre? Or maybe an asylum for the criminally insane?
She swallowed thickly and returned her gaze to one of the only normal looking people there, the man with the red hair who regarded her with a stoic stare. Mae hated talking to people and usually only spoke to people when spoken to but she couldn't stop herself from asking one of the questions that had been on her mind since they broke in.
"A-ano, what do you want with me?" she asked, carefully studying their reaction. She might not socialise with people but she was insanely intelligent and good at interpreting reactions and how people are going to react. Go figure.
"We don't want anything from you; we just need to find a way home." The red haired man answered feeling her gaze still on him.
"You guys seriously don't know where you are?" She asked incredulously, disbelieving them. I mean who would believe that eight men would break into your house and not know where they were. That was another thing, all the doors were still locked from the inside and none of the windows she had seen had been smashed in any way. How was it even possible that they were in here?
"No we do not; other than the vague 'Japan' that you supplied us with. This seemed to make sense since we speak Japanese but other than that we have never heard of 'Japan' or 'America'." The man with the long black hair replied, his red eyes unnerving her even further. She folded her arms self-consciously over her chest and looked away.
She felt extremely self-conscious in the thigh length dark purple nightie that had spaghetti straps and was cut in a V-neck, showing more cleavage than she was comfortable with. She mentally cursed the online clothing store she had gotten it from; the product was never like the advertisement shown.
"Aw don't be so shy, you have nothing to be ashamed of, un" A blonde with long hair said, flashing her a charming smile. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she eyed his hair sceptically, he was obviously the one who had defiled her beautiful hair brush.
"Shut up Blondie, she obviously isn't fucking interested," The silver haired man said glaring hatefully at the blonde before returning his gaze to her and smirking savagely. She winced and looked away; the man scared her a lot more than any of the others, probably because of the dangerous weapon he kept threateningly in his grip.
"So? At least she isn't scared of me, hmm" The blonde replied, childishly sticking his tongue out at him, his eye twitched and he clutched the weapon closer to his body.
"Who could be scared of you, you look like a fucking Barbie doll!" He shot back, holding the scythe in a fist whitening grip.
"Shut up Hidan, Deidara!" A man wearing a white hood and a black mask snapped in the deepest voice she had ever heard, it was like it was completely base with no treble.
Mae swallowed thickly and asked another question that had been bothering her the entire morning.
"Are you g-going to k-kill me?" She asked, and couldn't help the quiver in her voice; she was extremely frightened of what their answer was going to be.
The men looked at each other and seemed to wordlessly communicate with each other. The black haired individual turned back towards her and eyed her cautiously.
"No, but if you try to escape or get any help we will reconsider," He paused, feeling uncomfortable with explaining the rest. The red head took over and finished the rest of the agreement for him.
"We will be staying here until we find a way to get back to our 'home' and you will cook for us, since you are the only person that can cook without giving us all a severe case of food poisoning," He said, glancing towards Tobi with a scathing glare.
Mae nodded awkwardly, she could live with that. At least she would be alive… And fortunately enough she had five spare bedrooms in her house which had probably already been slept in no doubt.
"Good but you have to have one of us with you at all times, excluding when you are in the bathroom of course, to ensure you don't try anything." He finished, leaning back in the chair. She nodded again and rubbed her upper arms nervously.
"Does that m-mean someone will be s-sleeping in my room?" She asked bleakly, hoping with every fibre of her being that the answer would be a no.
"Yes." Was his vague answer as stood from the couch and stretched his back. She mentally scowled at his response, just her luck.
"Come," he said stoically and walked towards the passageway with all of the bedrooms, his red and black cloak billowing behind him.
"H-hai," she mumbled and stood from the couch following behind him, she could literally feel the eyes of certain men on her butt and unconsciously tugged at the hem of her nightie.
This was pretty bad; she has to live with eight men for god knows how long, and she was pretty certain at this point that the men had escaped from an Asylum. Not to mention they could decide to kill her at any point, it was probably only because of her decent cooking skills that she was still alive.
She hadn't had any contact with people for a couple of years, buying her groceries and clothing online and having it delivered to her house. But now not only did she have to socialise with people, but she had to live with eight –perhaps-slightly-attractive- men and cook for them like some lowly maid.
She sighed in defeat, at least for now she was allowed to live.
Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, I need to see continual support to continue this story as I have to focus on my main story before my reviewers get mad at me. And if any of those reviewers happen to read this, then don't worry it is currently being written and I did update this week already (as promised!). I really recommend that you read my GaaHina story 'The Genie' if you like the characterization of my OC.