I woke up to two things… one: a splitting migraine, and two: someone going through the fridge. My parents were going to kill me for not defending myself, but again, it were those red eyes that had forced me to sleep. I tried to get up and kick them out for whatever reason the strangers were here for, but my hands and feet were tied together and I would move like a worm if I had decided to confront them personally. Yay.
"Well, well, someone is awake. That Sharingan didn't work for too long, Itachi-san."
I almost squealed at the person who noticed my eyes were open. There in the flesh was Hoshigaki Kisame, and man, did he look like he did in the anime. He was a beast, literally, and his blue skin, shark face, and huge Samehada made him look even more professional. He leaned in against me in interest, and turned to the direction of the kitchen, completely unaware that I was going crazy fan girl right now.
Making sure my fantasies came true, I turned my body around on the couch and faced him. "Are you a cosplay, because that's really good for an impersonator."
He ignored me, so spoke louder, but a different question. "Are you Kisame Hoshigaki? Hey, I'm talking to you, blue boy!"
He met my eyes, and murmured. "Yes." He turned around in surprise. "How did you know that, girlie?"
I smiled, making fun of him completely. "You've got to be kidding me, Fishstick."
His anger emotion triggered. He grabbed out his sword in a few milliseconds, and had it pointing to me. "What the hell did you say?" Wow, that sword is bigger than I thought it was.
"You know, threatening someone with a huge and dangerous thing while entering their apartment is not right. You and your little Akatsuki group have it in for me, I guess. But that… chakra eating shark skin sword thingy isn't going to persuade me that you are being serious."
He ignored my huge speech given, and his weapon was just a few inches from my face. "How do you know of the Akatsuki?"
"I know everything about you guys. Like for example, I can list all of the members without blinking an eye. Pein, Konan, Zetsu, Tobi, You, Itachi, Hidan, Kakuzu, Deidara, Sasori… yeah, that's it."
Kisame stared at me in shock, eyes widening with displeasure. Then he narrowed them, totally unaware of the fact that I was drooling over those rock hard abs. He said nothing, and yelled across the room. "Hey, Itachi! We have ourselves a problem here. Looks like someone knows a little too much information about us."
My jaw dropped, becoming Haley the Itachi fangirl again. Itachi's here? If my arms weren't tied, I would start combing out my snarly hair and get into some decent clothing. So much for that, damned shark. And why did I have too much information on them? This isn't the manga or anime, so I don't see why I pose as a threat to the best group of ninjas in history.
"Kisame? Where is she? I induced her into sleep an hour ago and yet I still do not have the information required."
I started squealing, going full out fangirl. I never meant to, but Itachi's voice was even hotter than fantasy. Kisame never hesitated and gagged my mouth with a strip of his cloth on his sword before I could say anything. I have to repeat myself. Damned shark. I wish Suigetsu was here to kick his ass.
Itachi entered the room, a model in the form of an evil gen-jutsu artist. So many thoughts entered my mind about glomping him, but that's too immature for me… or Itachi. He stood, black hair tied into a messy ponytail, and onyx eyes ready to kill. I would have gone crashing to the floor in amazement, but I was too into struggling with my bonds and the gag in my mouth. Itachi stared at me unemotionally, thinking I was the most irrelevant thing in the world to him.
"Kisame."
The shark on legs answered in a sneer. "Hmm?"
"She overpasses my jutsu in an hour. I intended for more than that. My eye is getting weaker for that mistake." He came to me and untied my gag. "What is your name?"
I never thought I would speak again, with the pressure of the gag off or the fact that Itachi Uchiha was talking to me. I blinked, and unintentionally blushed. Kisame laughed to himself, and I snapped back.
"Hey! I'm not happy with this situation right now, Sushi! At least he can get a girl!" Kisame sunk, and I continued from there, grinning, addressing Itachi, god of the shmex. "I'm Haley van Peterson." I batted my eyelashes at the Uchiha murderer and he ignored me, sighing. "Kisame, get up. Why do you question her for her securities?"
Kisame got up, doing just as he said. I smirked, and he glared at me, pinpointing his next victim of murder. "This little girl knows of Akatsuki and all of the members. She knew me when she saw me and you too. Who knows what else she knows." He grinned widely, pulling out Samehada swiftly. "Maybe we can rid of her part by part…"
I knew where this was going. I've seen too many episodes about this. "You're not shaving anything off! I like my legs, thank you very much, and I would like if you stop threatening me."
"So you have information on our group, the Akatsuki," Itachi mused, interrupting my defense against Kisame's ambition to shave me to bits. "Can you please tell me more about us that is not known to others?"
I mused, and then acted sarcastically to the tag team. "Oh yeah, sure, I'll give you some information… get out of my apartment before I dial the three numbers, you boneheads! No way would I! Do you think I'm an idiot? A powerful and evil organization like the Akatsuki is not my forte. Besides, if I told, I'd probably have my ass up on Konaha's wall."
"Then you do know everything about us, and the secrets of the Hidden Leaf?" Itachi questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Well duh! I'm not the only one in the world who knows about you guys!"
Kisame and Itachi exchanged inside glances, both of them considering something. Itachi sighed. "You know too much, then… and Kisame, I will personally handle it in my hands."
Kisame looked like the most depressed person in the world, holding his sword like he was going to break it any second. I laughed, and Kisame smiled, suggesting ideas for me.
"How about the Nightmare realm for her? She seems too in neglect to speak the truth."
I flinched, absolutely knowing about that, and Kisame gave me the evilest glare ever glared on the planet. I stuck my tongue out, having the worst retort ever. Itachi shook his head. "No. She's too fragile. She'll remember this and tell the whole world about-"
"How about you use your eyes the hypnotize her? She'll spill about the secrets of Konaha, then you'll make her forget about the organization, and we'll expose of her in seconds. It's a lot less chakra, and more pleasure on my part," Kisame suggested, making sure that I heard what he said clearly. I shook and struggled with my bonds. I saw Itachi, and he was thinking about it, actually considering it. They clearly don't understand in the meaning of innocence.
Itachi shared, pushing his flippy black bangs out of his face. I sighed unintentionally, seeing that done before in the anime, and that move made me melt. "Kisame, you may have a plan, here, but I want to make her open personally. We'll do it later when the rest of the organization gets here."
My mind spaced out. THERE WERE MORE COMING? Damn, I'm going to refill on toilet paper and pillows if I'm the captive of my favorite notorious gang of people ever to come to life.
Captain Shmex pushed his hair back again, annoyed by his long bangs. "Well, what do we do with her now that she knows of our plans?"
"Hey!" I yelled, grabbing their needed attention. "I'm not a victim here. I'm just stuck in a bad situation. This isn't the manga or the anime, here-"
"What are you talking about, Haley-kun?" Itachi murmured, eyes riveted to me. "What are these mangas or animes you talk constantly about?"
I flipped my blonde hair to the side, acting like a drama queen next to two S-Rank ninjas. "Why the hell should I tell you, Uchiha? I'm not spilling the beans." My behavior reminded me of those old movies when the police bring the suspect into question and shine the light in his eyes. Right now, I'm the freaking suspect, except that I didn't do anything illegal. These guys are doing something illegal, invading the apartment, kidnapping a sixteen year old girl for random questioning, oh yeah, and let's not forget that they escaped the Naruto world and came here without passports. What kind of a security do we have for not noticing a walking, talking blue boy and a murderer walking around in black and red cloaks? I swear will run for president just for that. I'll run because of Itachi and Kisame… if I make it out alive…
Kisame frowned, being Jaws serious and Itachi mused unemotionally. I wonder what they were going to do to me. I imagined myself in Saw, kidnapped and in a white room, trying to deactivate or find something without getting killed in the process, and Kisame and Itachi would be behind the puppet. I shivered, not ready for that yet.
"So what do we do?" Kisame questioned, sword still in hand, ready to shave off my skin.
Itachi paused and came back, eyes locked onto mine. "We can rest for the night until the others show up in a few minutes. For the meantime and for the sake of the Leader, we need her quiet. So here," he handed his shark for a partner the gag, "cover her mouth and I'll finish the rest."
Kisame looked rather happy that his good-looking god of a partner suggested that. I struggled, moving like a worm. "No way in hell, Fillet O' Fish! I'm not standing still!"
Itachi shrugged. "Then I have no choice."
"Then what the hell are you going to-"
I made the biggest mistake in pathetic history. Itachi turned on his little Sharingan again, and not to my will, I fell asleep again, my head drooping down into a no dream zone. I felt Kisame pick me up, but nothing else but sleep came to mind.
