Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, or any of the characters contained in it in any way, shape, or form. Masashi Kishimoto does.
Chapter 2 (Kunoichi Always Covers Her Weak Spots)
I wander just how long I've been staring at the ceiling. It was dark out now, and I could see stars if I stood on my tip-toes and peered out my bared window.
There was a mirror and sink in one corner of my cell, and the other was a metal bed spring with a thin white mattress. I was currently laying in it. The darkness was a plus since it covered the spiders so I couldn't see them anymore. But that also means I can hardly see Deidara anymore.
"So . . . where do I use the bathroom?" I question, half –wandering if Deidara fell asleep. There was no response.
"Where do I shower? I'm a girl so this is really important you know." I hear a snore start to emit from the darkness. So he was asleep.
I take out my kunai and use my ocular jutsu once more. The brick wall was old and had many cracks. The weakest one was strangely in the middle. I wasn't sure if that meant that if I messed with that it would bring the whole building down or not, but it was worth a shot either way.
I begin scraping the wall with my kunai, trying to make the crack in the wall stronger. Hopefully I can squeeze a brick out. I begin making small talk again. If Deidara wakes up he'll hear my voice and won't notice the scratching noise. I hope.
"Got it." I mumble as the brick slid smoothly out. A wall of dirt lay right behind it, but the brick above it was at ground level. All I had to do was to make a hole big enough to dig a hole up and out.
'I'll work on this later.' I think as I put the brick back.
A hand grips tightly over my wrist and causes me to jump out of my skin. I gasp and my breath hitches again.
"You're a sneaky one. I sensed your chakra a while ago, un." Deidara's breath was right on my neck.
I was suddenly self-conscious on how small my frame was compared to him. I was already short for a girl, so it didn't help thinking that I was probably too small to really take Deidara on. I tried to comfort myself by assuring that I was swifter by being smaller.
I drop my kunai to the floor, "You caught me." I had nothing. I couldn't think of any way to get out of this situation.
I hear the kunai scrape against the floor, Deidara picked it up.
"We'll have to change your cell now."
"Dammit." I mumble.
I feel a sharp pain in my neck. I'm not sure if I fell asleep or if Deidara just left because of how dark it was . . .
"Wake up Nita!"
I feel the warmth of the sun on my face and smell the soft earth. I hear a rustle of leaves just above my head as if the wind blew them softly down. There's the pounding sound of a waterfall too. Slowly opening my eyes and getting adjusted to the light, I see Deidara standing above me. I rub my eyes and sit up.
"Go wash, yeah."
"It's Naita, and what are you . . .- Wait! You mean out here?!"
Deidara nods, facing away from the waterfall.
"But-! But-!" Deidara raises an eyebrow, but I can't find the proper words to protest.
"I can't in front of you!" It was a weak excuse, and I was pretty much giving in.
"That's why I'm facing the opposite way from the water, un."
I clench my teeth. Having no other ideas of protest, I begin undressing and getting into the water. I jump, and Deidara turns his head. I throw my shoe at him.
"Don't look!" I scream while shivering, the water was freezing!
"I'm suppose to just so you know, Leader-sama's orders to make sure you won't run off."
"I'm tempted." But not tempted enough to go running around all willy-nilly naked. Or am I?
I take a look towards the forest. It looked so inviting. A breeze blew by causing me to shiver and being washing myself. The only bar of soap Deidara gave me was strangely generous compared to was a prisoner might get. When I rinse off, I look around. There was nothing for me to dry off with.
"Are you done?" Deidara asked.
"I have to wait to dry off."
Deidara grunts some sort of reply as I stand in the sun. I stand in the water, admiring how clear it was.
"What are you doing, hmm?"
"Playing with the fishes." My eyes dart over to the opposite side of the river where more land stretched out. I edged closer to it, and away from Deidara.
When my feet touch the soft dirt, I pick up a few rocks. I throw them into the water and take off, using the trees to gather more distance.
'You idiot! This will never work!' I mentally yell.
It's worth a shot though, but who knows what kind of punishment I'll get if I'm caught. I hear footsteps right behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, Deidara is right on my trail.
I stop in a meadow. There were now trees to jump on in this opening. I assume this is where I stop and fight, huh? I turn and face Deidara, who's hands were in his pouch.
I never really did find out what his clay figures did or how fast he can produce them. It's unlike me, but I am first to charge towards him with strikes. He dodges them pretty well. It's frustrating though, because I can't lay one hit on him and I'm only good at close-combat really.
I do my best to ignore the fact that I am naked and he's fully clothed. Eventually I move back, trying to catch my breath. Deidara flings his clay spiders at me. I don't flinch or freak out like last time, but instead I dodge. Just before an explosion a little too close to my right leg. Dirt and grass fly everywhere, obscuring my view. I cover my eyes. When the ground is stable and nothing else is flying at me, I study Deidara's face, which appears highly entertained and a little sadistic. But what really catches my eye is his hands.
"Mouths?!"
Deidara's smirk widens, "Yes, I use it to make my art. Only I can make such beauty!"
He flings another handful at me, but this time they are tiny birds. It takes a bit of effort to dodge this time. The birds follow me around as I struggle to dodge them, I barely get a chance to catch a breath. With each dodge a giant crater is left on the ground. Deidara stands a good distance away from me, quite entertained with watching me. It irked me actually, that he stood there while I struggled.
The explosions pause as the smoke swirls around me. I consider making another run for it while hidden in the clouds. My hand is gripped again and a hand rests on my stomach. Deidara stood behind me. I say nothing nor move. Is that any means of escape right now?
"It's too easy to find your weak spots from behind." Deidara whispers in my ear.
My face flushes red now. I can no longer hold it in. I could feel his pelvic area against me, and my back felt much more arched than it should be.
Deidara takes out a kunai and holds it up against my neck.
"I should dispose of you right now, it's just too easy."
I curse repeatedly under my breath. Why am I so weak?! Akemi-sensei would be disgraced at me right now.
"But I would have to report this to Leader-sama first." Deidara's voice sounded disappointed as he sighed and put away his kunai. I was cut in the process, my neck bleeding.
"You'll have to wash again, but this time I'll have to be watching you, un."
I sigh and begin my depression state of beating myself up for being defeated. Without warning and from the clear blue sky, Deidara licks my neck. In one swoop the blood is gone from my neck momentarily.
My face flushed all different shades of red. In one day I've washed in front of a guy, fought him naked, gotten defeated, and went back so he can watch me take another shower.
I've never been so humiliated in my life.
This is the first time I've actually written a fighting scene to be honest. This one is a bit amateur-ish and very short; I'm not a fan of violence/fighting believe it or not. But I wanted to write this to be as close as accurate of the Akatsuki as I can possibly can. I want to make them out to be the tough, strong, ruthless shinobi nin that they are. So, they aren't really going to be the nicest characters you'll ever read about.