Hi! Rose here! Sorry for the wait, but school sorta raped me of all my free time. O.o

R&R please! :D

My Kinda Rain

Chapter 2

When the door was thrown open and a mask-clad ninja barged in yelling, Hikari shrieked in fear and leapt to her feet, backing away. Sora got up and planted herself in front of her sister, a fierce glare on her face.

"Tobi likes you both!" The man claimed loudly in a childish voice, "What are the Pretty-chan's names?" He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, obviously excited.

It's rather hard to look intimidating in a white satin nightgown; but Sora managed it.

"Go away!" She shouted, picking up a yucky-looking yellow vase with mottled green spots on it. Sora wasn't sure if the spots were mould or not; she didn't want to know. She brandished the vase at the ninja, who started to cry about 'being a bad boy' before running out of the room.

"I'm glad you're on my side." Hikari smiled at her twin, still looking frightened. Sora ruffled Hikari's hair, grinning.

"It's hard to believe your older then me." She said thoughtfully. Hikari giggled.

"Only by a few minutes!" The white-haired girl exclaimed; but her happy look faltered and she whispered, "Mama…."

Sora's head jerked and she turned away for a moment, staring at the plain beige walls, trying not to cry. Hikari wiped away a few tears.

Sora suddenly engulfed her twin in a tight hug, and Hikari felt something wet splash onto her shoulder. She patted the bluenette on the shoulder, muttering gentle words.

It was strange that Hikari was comforting Sora; it was usually the other way around. Slowly, Sora let go of Hikari and shook her head, inhaling deeply.

"I-I'm fine now…" She murmured, dragging a sleeve across her face. The mournful silence was broken by a loud crash.

"TOBI YOU BASTARD, UN!"

"TOBI IS SORRY! TOBI IS A GOOD BOY!"

"I'LL KILL YOU, UN! KATSU!"

The twins heard an explosion and the sound of someone hitting something.

"Ow!" Tobi complained, "Deidara-sempai you threw Tobi into the wall!"

"GOOD!"

Hikari blinked rapidly in confusion. Sora raised her eyebrows and looked around at the room they were in.

"C'mon Hika-chan. Let's see if there's anything interesting in here." Sora observed the room they were in.

It was dull. The walls were bland and boring; the floor was smooth stone, perhaps worn down by being walked on so much. There were two small single beds in the corner of the room with cream covers. There was an oak wardrobe in the corner and Sora inwardly noted to change out of her pyjamas. To Sora's left was a walnut chest of drawers. Hikari was looking underneath the beds for bunnies.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sora asked her twin.

"I'm looking for bunnies made of dust! Dust bunnies!"

"…Right…"

"Sora-chan?"

"Hm?" Sora yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"Is that a balloon?" Hikari tilted her head to the side in a childish fashion.

"What?"

Hikari pointed at something underneath the bed. Sora went down on her hands and knees and peered at it.

It was a condom. Covered in something white.

"HOLY FUCK! GET AWAY FROM IT HIKARI, GET AWAY!"

"Why?"

Sora stopped flailing her arms in the air like a madwoman and paused.

"Um…Hikari…?"

"Yup?"

"You know that…girls use tampons and pads for periods….?" Sora saw Hikari nod and went on, "Well, that's a guy's version. It's a condom."

Lies Sora, lies. Learn to lie better kiddo. Hikari, however, seemed to believe it.

"I see!" The white-haired girl exclaimed, "…Ewww!"

Sora gulped and yawned.

"Hikari, I'm going to go get some fresh air."

"Okay."

"Don't touch the condom."

"Right-o, Captain." Hikari giggled, and started looking through the wardrobe, "Hey, it's my pyjamas!"

She pulled out a red silk nightgown patterned with the kanji for 'love', 'peace' and 'joy'.

Sora grinned, rolled her eyes and left the room, shutting the door behind her with a barely inaudible thump.

"I hope you're not planning to escape, un." A voice mocked, with a note of amusement in it.

Sora whirled around, her hair flying around her face, and scanned the shadows. Someone stepped out. This someone had slanted intelligent, steely-blue eyes, bright blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and bangs covering their left eye. Sora hissed.

"What do you want?" Her hands curled into fists, and Sora couldn't help but long for her daggers.

"I need you to do something, un." They said, and Sora realised with a jolt of horror and slight humour, that it was a guy, not a girl, perhaps only a bit older then herself.

"Who are you?" Sora asked, bending down slightly, ready to attack if needed.

"I'm Deidara." He paused for a moment, "You're Sora Akimoto, right, un?"

Deidara…. Sora thought, that name sounds familiar….

"You're the one who cleaned our room aren't you?"

"Yeah, un."

Sora decided against telling him about the condom.

"What do you want me to do?" Sora questioned suspiciously.

"Art, un."

"What?" Red eyes narrowed.

"I make things from clay, and I want someone to model for me, un."

"You make pots and statues and things?" Sora blinked.

"Sort of, un. It's either you or your sister. I'm not going to get one of the guys to model for me. I'm not gay." He snorted.

"I'll do it." Sora didn't want to scare Hikari by leaving her without saying anything so she called through the door, "Hikari! I'm going to look around! You stay in there, m'kay?"

"Okay!" Hikari called back.

Sora eyed Deidara for a moment, and then straightened, hiding an amused smirk.

"Yeah, I'm Sora. Let's go."

"Right, un."

-With Hikari, Five Minutes Later-

Hikari giggled and sprawled on the bed, pouting. She had put on her nightgown and was a little tired, but didn't want to fall asleep. She stared at the ceiling for a moment.

And then the door burst open and Hikari screamed loudly, but a gloved hand clamped over her mouth, stopping her from making any more noise.

-With Sora-

Sora paused for a moment as Deidara got out some clay.

"Did you hear something?"

"Nothing, un."

-With Hikari-

Tears burned in her blue eyes and she kicked out with her legs, hitting and scratching, terrified.

"Sssh! Deidara-sempai is angry!" A voice whispered in her ear. Tears streaked down Hikari's face and she whimpered. The person let her go and Hikari stumbled to her feet, and fell back against the wall. A man(or woman) was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

It was the one from earlier in the orange swirly mask.

"Don't cry, Pretty-san!" He cried, "Tobi didn't mean to scare you!" He reached out a hand to comfort her, but let it drop to his side.

Hikari shook her head mutely, and slid down the wall, panting, her heart racing.

A memory flashed through her head, and a broken sob rose in her throat.

"Girlie…."

Dark taunts rose from the shadows of the alleyway. Hikari looked around desperately, her seven-year-old mind trying to think of a way to be brave.

"Let's have some fun Girlie….."

"Fun…"

Ones echoed the others and, with a small gasp of pain, Hikari was slammed into the wall.

"Let me go!" She wailed, "Let me go!"

A tear ran down her face, and someone wiped it away with their thumb. Surprisingly soft green eyes stared into her own for a moment, and then the man turned away, his blonde hair forming a halo around his head.

"I can't do it." He said quietly.

Cries of outrage rose.

"Why the fuck not Kazuma?"

"Traitor!"

"Coward!"

The man, Kazuma, looked at them mutely.

"Because it's disgusting." He said, and his voice got louder, "It's fucking disgusting! You're going to rape an innocent child for no reason at all, just for the money! Well, I've had enough. I'm leaving." He threw his cloak over his head, and with a puff of smoke, he was gone.

Men stepped forward, muttering things, and a brunette with wicked brown eyes reached out and ran his hand down Hikari's chest, stopping to untie her silken blue kimono…

Hikari's eyes squeezed shut.

No.

She didn't want to remember. The man, Tobi, got up and sat down beside her, and hugged her.

"Tobi doesn't want to see Pretty-san cry…." He murmured, "It makes Tobi sad too…."

Hikari was stiff, her body tense, but she relaxed against his shoulder after a few minutes. All was silent for a moment, except for Hikari's nearly inaudible sniffles.

The door creaked open and a man with black hair and dark eyes glared down at them, his face an emotionless mask.

"Akimoto-san, Tobi." He said smoothly, "Dinner is ready." He then left. Hikari laughed, crying at the same time.

"W-why is everyone so evil?"

She broke down into heart-wrenching sobs.

-With Sora-

"Keep still, un."

"I am!"

"No you're not, un."

"Fuck you." Sora snapped. Deidara just looked at her, rolled his eyes, and continued modelling clay between his fingers.

Sora glared at the blonde. She was sitting on a wooden stool, her hands lying limply in her lap as she stared at something over Deidara's head. She was trying to look lost, confused as the ninja modelled the statue.

Deidara scoffed, snarled some things under his breath, and finally, after what must've been ages, held up a beautifully detailed statue. Sora leapt to her feet happily, and ambled over to the artist's side to take a look. What she saw made her flush an interesting shade of pink. The statue was her, yes, but she looked…odd.

The statue's hair was tousled, her lips were parted, and she gazed up at them seductively. Her nightgown was slipping down, showing her shoulders and some cleavage. Her legs were crossed, and her hands were on her hips.

All in all, the knee-high statue emitted 'prostitute'.

Sora turned to Deidara, absolutely furious.

"You pervert!"

Deidara smirked.

"I like it, un."

"Deidara, Akimoto-sanshut up." A voice said, and the plant-man, Zetsu stepped forward from the doorway, "Leader-sama says to- Hurry up, because food's ready, and I'm hungry." He eyed the two for a moment, and licked his lips.

Sora raised her eyebrows, glowered at Deidara, and darted out the room, a scowl etched into her pale face.

Zetsu gave Deidara a curious look.

"You didn't kill her. A shame, she looks tasty." The green-haired man stated. Deidara shrugged and cracked his neck.

"I might later, un."

Little did they know, but Sora had heard every word. She spat out "Murderous, lying bastards." bitterly, and set off back to Hikari.

"I won't let you be fooled by their lies Hikari. I won't, I swear, I swear." She was chanting those words over and over and over, determined.

"Hey, bitch!" Someone yelled and Sora looked up, only to be caught in the gaze of a purple-eyed, silver-haired male with a three-bladed scythe in his hands.

Fuck.

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all.

-Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus