After gathering her things she and Kisame were at the training grounds on the territory. Perhaps she had taken it up from Sasori, the use of poisoned weaponry. She used poisoned senbon and things of the like, but her main weapon was a small scythe-like blade attached to a long chain she'd swing about. The blade was great for cutting up enemies from a distance, and the chain on it proved useful in immobilizing and other such things. The weapon could be cumbersome and backfiring, but she had taken time, and a lot of it, to make sure to master it. She didn't know what the inspiration to choose this weapon as her main source of attack was, but she would be damned if she didn't know how to wield it properly.

"Alright, are you ready? Because I don't want to cut you up too bad like I have before." Kisame smiled on the other side of the grassy plane.

Ayako looked at her right shoulder, a jagged scar on the top of it, slicing down to the very top of her arm. It was from Samehada. Since it was a short scar, it was easy to hide with sleeves. It was before Ayako was a successful med nin, and she didn't get it to her mother in time for it to not scar. That was okay though, a kunoichi needs at least one right of passage.

"Hey, I've given you a scar or two in training." She said smiling. "Although not as bad."

"True." Kisame rushed forward swinging the Samehada to the right. Ayako jumped over it, and went to land a kick, but Kisame blocked it with his forearm. Still in the air, Ayako grabbed onto Kisame's neck and used her weight to off balance him, and strength from her mother to fling him. He went a few feet, but back flipped in the air, landing on the ground.

"I'm not that bad, huh?" Ayako smiled.

Kisame's answer was a smile and nod, which made Ayako happy that he was telling her she was improving. She dodged a barrage of kunai, and they were into closer range combat again. Ayako was dodging a wave of attacks from Kisame's Samehada. He knew his weapon well, and therefore wielded it flawlessly. Frankly, Ayako didn't want her face shaved off, and knew it best to keep away from the chakra draining sword. While ducking and diving, she dipped into her pouch at her side, and tried to sweep Kisame off balance with her leg at his ankle when the opportunity came. He jumped up in the air backward and caught two kunai Ayako had thrown, casting them back in her direction, which she ducked.

"You seem a bit rusty today, Ayako-san." Kisame smiled. "Your usually faster with your leg sweep."

"Oh?" Ayako smiled, forming a hand seal. "KATSU!"

Kisame looked downward to find a ring of pretty little clay flowers around his ankle. They exploded loudly, but weren't very high-powered. The purpose of them was to throw Kisame off balance and make him slower, just in the slightest. If he was just a fraction slower, that was great for Ayako. They left burn marks in a ring on his ankle and he bled a little.

"Ah..I forgot you were your father's child.." Kisame said with a smirk, shaking his ankle slightly.

"..I also have a mother." Ayako said smugly, gathering chakra in her fist, slamming it into the ground beneath her. Large chunks of earth shattered, and Kisame jumped out of the way of the mini earthquake/dirt explosion, only to find a small sickle blade flying at him attached to a chain. He dodged it, too, and when Ayako pulled it back to make another strike, Kisame grabbed the chain forcefully, pulling Ayako toward him and slamming a fist in her stomach. Ayako slumped, and hit the ground, rolling right to dodge Samehada. She coughed and there was a trickle of blood that came from her mouth. Because the hit had knocked the wind out of her, she talked shakily.

"D-don't forget I'm my own person..Kisame-san." She pulled on the handle of the sickle blade with her left hand and the chain with her right. The chain caught the back of Kisame's knees and sent him backward, giving Ayako time to stand, and attempt to land a kick to his chest, but it was blocked.

They continued like this for an hour or so, before they decided it was best to go back to the base. They had only minor injuries, because both of them knew to dodge. Kisame was really strong, and Ayako could channel her chakra just like her mother, so not getting hit was better for both of them.

Ayako sat in a chair in the living room after healing Kisame, and gathered chakra to start healing herself. She took a lot of advice from Sakura, and the benefits of being a great med nin didn't fall on deaf ears. She decided to show Sasori some of her newer sketches and it warmed her that he had praised her.

"You draw orchids beautifully." He said, eyes scanning the page.

"I like flowers. Since there's a forest nearby, it's easy to find a lot of them that I like to sketch." She enjoyed drawing and painting basically anything. Landscapes, portraits, abstracts. She just enjoyed art in general, not matter what format. If it was her father's explosions, Sasori's puppets, or a simplistic pencil drawing, she appreciated it.

"You're painting of Kinsuke is coming along really well, too." Sakura's voice chimed in. She entered the spare room that had all of Ayako's canvases and art supplies in it.

"Thanks, mom, that means a lot." She smiled up at her mother from where she sat, and looked over at the unfinished painting of her beloved pet and friend. She had painted the whole group in a big portrait, and wanted to also paint each wolf in a stand alone picture. Kinsuke was the last to be painted individually. In the picture, the large, mostly black wolf sat, tail curled around him, body facing forward but his head turned to the left to reveal his defined profile. The paintings of her wolf nins always held the essence of their character. It showed how strong and calm Kinsuke was. His eyes covered like usual with his hitai-ate, sitting on a grassy portion of a cliff that existed in the Akatsuki territory near to the animals' den, a few flowers here and there, with a deep blue backdrop of night time, stars scattered everywhere. She would finish it soon, and was happy to see it finally coming along after she got out of a lazy slump she'd been having.

She decided to let sleep take her over after finishing the book she had been in the middle of reading earlier that day, and slipped under her covers with the Akatsuki pattern on them, in her room with clothes she actually preferred to her high-class uniform. Most people said her style was on the "punky" side, but she frankly accepted that and honestly, she was a little punk ass. She'd be polite and kind to people that were also polite and kind to her, but if someone was going to be a jerk, she'd throw up her middle finger just as quickly as they would and say "Fuck you." She stared up at her ceiling until drifting off into sleep.

School was finally picking up. After who knows how long of filling the students' heads with an overabundant amount of "the basics", art class was actually STARTING. They were doing calligraphy, which she enjoyed, but it wasn't her favorite. At least she had something fun to do in school, after all of the bullshit. After waiting until 10 minutes after school was out to share a kiss with a certain someone she was contemplating bringing home to her father for approval (which was a slim to nothing chance no matter who it was) under one of the school's staircases, she walked to be inconspicuous in a place where not many nins were, until coming to the forest to hop swiftly from tree to tree back home.

Once there, she decided after training with Sasori (who always surprised her, usually with the speed he could move his puppets about) to take her sketchbook and wander around the large stretch of land. She entered a small meadow and plopped down, deciding to draw a blue and black butterfly who was resting on a leaf stemming from a flower. It seemed to be drying it's wings, so luckily for her, it stayed there long enough to be properly sketched out. She remained in the meadow, just thinking for a while, laying in the tall grass with her hands behind her head, watching the clouds. She thought of bringing a certain person to meet her dad, but got embarrassed about how he would react. He always chased everyone away with his strong, overprotective views. Ayako decided it was best she wait a while, and stood to return to the hideout she called home.

Since it had been a few weeks of Ayako pestering herself to work on Kinsuke's portrait, she decided she needed to. She sat, looking up at the canvas, mixing some blue paints to color more of the night sky behind her friend. Her hair was pulled back into pigtails, only some of it, though, so under the pigtails her hair hung normally. Paint dotted her face accidentally and her apron from where she wiped her brush on it once or twice. She worked thoroughly, making sure everything was right and looked like it belonged. Every blade of grass and star and line of fur had to be just right. If her work wasn't done painstakingly, the environment wouldn't blend and mesh together naturally like it should. After a while of being meticulous, and her hands hurting, she decided to take a break.

She hung up her apron, cleaned her utensils and washed the paint from her skin before sitting in the empty living room. It seemed everyone had somewhere to be. In the archives of the hideout organizing things, out on a mission, or something else. Ayako didn't decide to meddle because there might be some things she simply didn't want to find out. School was on a break, and she had a long weekend, so she relaxed. She took time off from training and she read, watched t.v., got to level 62 on her favorite game, painted, and whatever else to keep her distracted from boredom. Between a few dirty girl novels, missing someone, curiosity and boredom she thought about something. She turned her head to the right, and then to the left. She snuck quietly around the house to find only a few of the members, and they were quite busy. She decided to walk to the end of the meadow, where it met the forest, and sat down, leaning against a tree. She listened for any sign of human life and found none, looking around to see if it was true. It seemed it was. She blushed, and thought about doing something that she hadn't done in a while. 'I don't know..' She thought nervously. 'I left the house because someone could find me too easily...and I don't see or hear anyone out here but I'm kind of in the open..' Two sides of her began to conflict. 'Why would someone come all the way out here, anyway?' She questioned her own logic. 'Then again, I come out here all the time..' She paused. 'But that's to draw! No one else would need to come out here.' 'Maybe that's true...' Ayako surveyed the area one more time, and decided what the hell. She was a teenager, who could be doing worse. She pulled her black capris adorned with little silvery d-rings down past her knees, and blushed like crazy, looking around again to make sure. Forgetting herself, she looked down at her panties and had to smile. She had an affinity for reasons unknown for buying a lot of bras and panties that were cute or elaborate, even though so far she hadn't shown anyone. These were little black silky low-rised ones with a frilly black trim. Under the trim, a purple ribbon lined the panties and on the right side of the underwear there was a purple jolly roger.

Remembering her position, she shot her head back up and looked around ONCE more, to be on the really safe side. Opon finding no one, she slid her right hand across the fabric and blushed deeper at the friction. Looking up every once and a while, she continued her pleasurable task by sliding her hands under the elastic and slowly pressing her fingers against herself, slipping a few inside leisurely at first, then worked a bit faster. Soon enough, she became frustrated at her petite hand for not being able to reach a certain spot inside of her completely. She put her left hand between her thighs along with her right and pressed against the back of her right to help further reach the eagerly aching area of concern. It helped enough to gain a whispery moan, because she kept telling herself to not be loud just in case. She pulled her knees up and rested her head on them, facing the right side. Her pigtails splayed over her knees and the rest of the unbound parts assisted the pigtails in covering her hot, flushed face or resting on her back. She started breathing in huffs, and soon afterward she was panting and Ayako's body was simply burning. Frustrated, she took her left hand off the back of her right to shove her capris all the way down to her ankles and continued pressing the back of her right hand again, her fingers moving at a more quickened pace, almost desperate because she just couldn't reach the rigid space that held the most pleasure for her as effectively as she wished. Ayako pressed the side of her head against her knees more as she gasped out a simple:

"Aaa..." It was a desperate little squeak of pleasure. Her hands were covered in a clear liquid, although her eyes began to clench tightly shut, she could feel it. She huffed and moaned as she moved her fingers vigorously quicker and harder, clenching her teeth.

Crush. The soft sound of grass entered Ayako's ears. She opened her eyes feverishly, thinking it was her moving her feet to get a better angle, or a rabbit. She was lost to the world, and continued moaning and writhing her fingers. Then her eyes noticed a person. She froze completely, and lifted her head up, now not to the side anymore, to look straight in front of her. Her head hovered just an inch or two from where it had been on her knees, and her hair clung to her face because she was sweating mildly. Her mouth dropped open, and she couldn't move. She didn't even think about where her hand was, or the fact her capris were around her ankles. She just stared, dumbfounded.

"What do we have here?" A far too familiar voice chuckled. "Don't you think your dad would be upset if he found out you were a little pervert?" Hidan had his scythe slung over his shoulder, and was standing only a few feet away, with the most obnoxiously egocentric smirk on his face.

She just stared and stared. She couldn't think of anything but how she simply couldn't move. Her eyes were wide, and she was blushing, looking like a beet from the compromising position she was in. She didn't have a smart ass comeback. She couldn't find a strange insult to sling at him. She was frozen to the spot, and she was baffled at how the phrase "Caught with your pants down" was all to prevalent here. "What the fuck? Cat got your tongue, girly?" Hidan's smile widened.

Her voice small and broken from embarrassment, she began to choke out what words she could gather in her scrambled up mind.

"Ah...e-eto..." She looked around frantically, then back at Hidan, and whispered in a panicked tone, "..what...what the hell are you DOING here?!"

"I could ask the same about you.." Hidan started, in that most annoying smug tone of his, "..but I already know what the fuck YOU'RE doing." "Not to mention, don't you think you should remove your hand, since we're kind of having a conversation right now?" His brow quirked up, and he laughed a little at how her face got even more red and her mouth moved worriedly only to have no words come out. Ayako slowly removed her hand from her panties, and wiping the wetness on the top of her capris, she began to pull them back up when she heard Hidan speaking. She gave all of her attention to him. She didn't want to be blackmailed!

"They told me I shouldn't do rituals in the base anymore because it gets too messy, so I do them a mile or so away from here, by the lake so I can wash off when I'm done." He smiled again. "Walking back to the hideout, you weren't that hard to notice."

Her bottoms still not completely pulled up, she choked out an abashed:

"F-fuck you, Hidan-san!" She inwardly scolded herself for forgetting to drop the honorific.

"Hey, now, it could've been worse." He said walking toward her.

"Oh, yeah, HOW?" She glared at him. This was a private moment with herself, and he totally ruined it!

"..Could've been Zetsu, his black side pretty much wants to rape you. Or it could've been Deidara to see you." He sat beside her and she thought about that.

"I don't even know what dad would do if he saw me doing that.." She spoke her thoughts, wide-eyed, thinking what punishment she would receive. Grounded? Starved? All of her books surveyed to see if they were dirty? Her diary read? A beating? All of the above?! Worse...what if he found some of her...possessions.. Off in her own panic-stricken world, Ayako came back to reality when she heard Hidan drop his scythe into the grass.

"I'll make it up to you, c'mere." Hidan wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Wh-what? Hey..what're you.." She gasped as his left hand pulled her bottoms from her thighs back down to her ankles and stroked over her panties, now moist from previous actions, with his fingers.

"You weren't finished, were you?" He asked blatantly, almost seeming bored. "I'm helping you out, just take the free ride, dammit." He stated it as if she were stupid, and slid his hand under the black and purple silken fabric. She moaned a little when he gently slid a finger over her clitoris, and he smirked. "You shave? That's fucking cute. Nice panties, too, by the way." With that her head shot up to face him, her brow furrowed, and she slapped him.

"Don't be such an ass, you taco bending cock goblin!" She yelled, blushing. Hidan just turned his head back toward her as if nothing happened.

"What the fuck is a taco bending cock goblin?" He said, laughing only slightly at the strangeness of the insult.

"Y-you!" She glared at him more simply because it seemed that his smug expression was immovable. He licked his lips, and gently inserted his middle finger, and then ring finger slowly afterward into her. She twitched, and muttered an "nn!" sound.

"I'm trying to be nice, and here you are insulting me." He, sitting cross-legged, picked her up and put her in his lap. Ayako shifted so she was lifted on her knees, them resting on his thighs. She didn't really care if the position hurt him, he was being a jerk anyway. His fingers plunged into her at a faster, but steady rate. Ayako arched her back and clenched her eyes shut. She never had someone else do this to her before, and there was a great difference. Since he was sufficiently larger in stature than her, so were his hands, and his fingers could caress her most intense area more than effectively. His fingers went over said spot, and when she moaned he chuckled and pressed them harder against the oversensitive section of her inner walls. He played around with her, though, and would only allow his digits to remain at the spot momentarily, and then move elsewhere. When he went back to the spot, however, he increased the power and speed he used to thrust his fingers into her, she would moan huskily, and he'd quit pleasuring her there, moving on again.

Ayako leaned forward, weight still on her knees. her arms pressed against her chest and his side, clutching his Akatsuki cloak. Her head fell heavily onto his shoulder and she whispered:
"Y-you're..so mean.." Her breath was shaky and heated from his actions.

"Aww. Now, why is that? I'm doing you a favor." His tone was mocking, and he seemed all to calm to Ayako. He swiftly saturated the sweetest part of her inner domain and just as swiftly shifted his fingers away.

"Ahhhwww!" She complained and dropped her head onto his shoulder once more, which constructed a menacing chuckle from the Jashinist.

"What is it?" He inquired with a ridiculing tone. When she was silent, he began working his fingers harder, and stroking her clitoris with his thumb.

"Ah!" She clutched his cloak tighter.

"Hmmm?"

She was embarrassed enough by him! Now he was taunting her for no good reason. He already had the power over the situation when he first saw what she was doing. 'This is overkill!' Ayako thought, but decided to get the best out of the situation, even if it was embarrassing and even a little degrading. She spoke through soft moans and huffs.

"Would..you...i-if..I said "please"?" She asked breathily, nuzzling her face into his shoulder to hide her self conscious shame.

"Would I do what?" He asked, being a total smart ass. He got a few more moans out of her before she answered.

"Would you..eto..stop...t-teasing me?" She bit her lip. She didn't like saying things like this. She didn't like asking for mercy.

"Maybe." He stated indifferently.

She gathered up her courage. 'Fuck, I don't like saying this...but, dammit, here it goes..' Her mind's voice echoed.

"W-would...you p-please...ah!" Ayako continued through her noises, knowing Hidan was doing it on purpose, "..not..tease me..nnm..H-Hidan-san?" when she finished the sentence, which to her seemed like ages to say, she had gritted her teeth, clutched his cloak so tightly her nails dug at his skin, clamped her eyes shut, and began biting her lip harder. That was just degrading and cruel!

"Alright." He said cockily, "but only because you asked so sweetly." He emphasized the word 'sweetly' to remind her of the power he had over her in this type of situation, and it worked, because she nuzzled her head harder into her shoulder, not wanting to look at anything, especially not him.

His fingers, like many previous times, caressed her most sensitive area and she let out a small breath. When he continued more quickly and even more firmly than before, her body quit tensing, and she went limp against him. Ayako gasped a few times, and would make small noises in which he'd occasionally garner a genuine squeak from her, and Hidan couldn't help but chuckle at them.

Ayako's head swam, and although she knew she was steady, (Hidan was holding her legs up now more than she was) she felt a little dizzy and like she was floating, numb to everything but Hidan's skilled actions. When his fingers contacted in a certain way, she let out a hoarse and crumbled "A-aahh.." and her inner walls began to clench around his hand. He knew what was going to occur soon from her obvious tells, and moved his fingers rapidly inside her, rubbing the place she had asked him to not stray away from previously, his thumb stroking her clit more predominately than before. Her body tensed up again, hands clutching at his shoulder now beside her resting head. She let out small, consistent cries and her breath was ragged. Her shoulders started twitching, crying out in small peeps and drawing in her breath sharply. If someone didn't know what the two of them were doing, they'd think Ayako was crying. An incredibly warm sensation started to come over her in waves, and her body clenched and tensed but she was relaxed all at once. Ayako questioned what she was suppose to do. Usually when two people carried out acts like these, they hug and kiss..but she didn't feel that way for Hidan. He was just assisting her right now. She wondered what he'd do if she nibbled his earlobe or kissed him, thinking a kiss from him couldn't be that bad if he could make her feel this way with a few fingers. She didn't want to find out, though, these circumstances weren't right for those types of things. Soon, a final wave washed over her body, and Ayako felt an intense release slowly build up between her thighs. She gasped a bit deeper than before, her head falling slowly back to his shoulder.

"O-ohh..Hi-Hidan.." She said his name as if she was protesting him. Like when a child gets a toy taken away, but it was obvious in this situation that she wasn't protesting at all, anymore at least. She was so lost, she forgot his honorific. Ayako twitched one last time, and the release building up liberated her heatedly into a vehement bliss. Heat rushed through her, sweat producing from her pores as her walls clenched on his fingers once more, and then slowly shyed away. Ayako's hands fell to her sides, and she let Hidan hold the back of her legs so she could stay on her knees. He probably had bruises from where her knees pressed into his legs, but Ayako didn't care. That's what he gets for imposing on her and embarrassing her to no end. Her breaths became long but still ragged, her face still flushed, all of her skin slightly pink and her hair remained stickly on her face. Hidan picked her up and sat her next to him, Ayako automatically leaning all of her weight onto the tree next to them. He watched her chest rise and fall harshly, and looked at her reddened face. With her mouth half-open and her eyes glazed over as if she was in a completely different universe, Hidan knew he had gotten the job done. He licked his fingers and wiped the remaining fluid onto the hip of his pants, and stood to offer Ayako a hand to help her up.

She stared a bit, and when her breath finally regulated, she allowed Hidan to pull her up. She stood there, pants still around her ankles, panties on her thighs and looked up at him, confused. When he smirked and looked up and down, the top of Ayako's thighs trickling slightly with liquid, her exposed form just standing there, he was making a nonverbal clear-cut statement that could be translated to: 'Hey, dumb ass, pull up your pants'. Her eyes widened for a second and she did so. She looked down and a thought struck her that made her cringe and bite her lip. The person she lately kissed under the stairwell, the one she wanted her father to meet. She looked up at Hidan, who was standing there as if waiting for her to wake the hell up.

"E...eto..Hidan-san.." She started nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Could you...not tell anyone..about the thing we just did?" She turned her head to the side, her countenance ashamed.

"What thing?" He asked all too casually.

Ayako smiled. "Thanks, Hidan-san."

When the walked back to the base, Ayako finally had her head on straight..kind of. She still looked like SOMETHING had happened and decided to say she and Hidan were training if anyone had asked, but luckily she made it into her bedroom and slipped into her bathroom to shower and get herself together before anyone saw her.

After eating and watching some t.v., she sat in the middle of her bed in her sleeping clothes (which consisted of the Akatsuki members' old tops and slacks they had given her) she stared at her ceiling.

"That wasn't the best decision..." She spoke softly to herself, eyes locked on her ceiling in the darkness. '..all and all for the MOMENT, though, it was wonderful.' That was true. On the rare occasion that she did pleasure herself, she'd never felt as intense as the religious fanatic made her feel, and she kind of resented that now, because she knew she'd think about him and not the person she should be. '..Oh, come on..' Her inner voice chided. 'it was a FAVOR for walking in on you! Well, since you were kind of out in the open maybe it's not "walking in"..but still, don't take everything so seriously.' She calmly considered herself. 'Maybe I shouldn't take it so seriously.' She nodded, and fell back onto her bed. 'THAT'S the spirit! Have some fun for once!' Ayako smiled, and wondered why she spoke to herself in her mind as though she was two separate people. As if there was a little good Ayako and a little bad Ayako always fighting. 'That's not important!' Her voice sing-songed. 'Now, get some sleep, you're fucking tired!' This much stuck true. Ayako turned to the side and pulled the blankets over her, allowing herself to get some sleep after a confusing day.