UnHoly Desires

Chapter Two

Tenten woke up to the rhythmic counterpoint of a slow grating rumble, which gradually diminished, and an answering crash and roar that seemed somehow connected to the throbbing in her head. Imperceptibly she distinguished between the two. One was outside and the other was definitely in her head, which felt as though someone had put a steel helmet on it and was pounding on the helmet with rocks.

Where was she?

Drowsily, her fingers subconsciously searched for some sort of shield from the unbearable cold which engulfed her. She was not yet fully awake, so when her fingers encountered the unexpected solidness of a body above her, she screamed.

She was dreaming, she thought. Only a nightmare of man's hands like huge spiders fluttering over her body in the darkness—and then his hands moved upward, pushing against the bunched material of her cotton dress, thrusting his knees between the two of hers, his hands under her clothes, cold against the warm skin of her thigh. She was awake now.

"No!" she said, pushing downward against those harsh hands. She held her knees together, one pressed tightly on the either side of his, but then she could do nothing about his mouth, descending over her breast. His lips fastened over her nipple and, reacting to that onslaught, she twisted her body, fighting against his massiveness, against his sheer bulk.

She felt his mouth lose contact, and hoped that her small victory gave her added strength to her will. She screamed again, hoping to alert someone, but the darkness seemed to gobble up her every plea, every cry. And the main fact that she couldn't see her assaulter's face made him even more intimidating. She was vanquished by fear and for a moment her limbs froze as though someone had literally injected cold water in her veins.

With his free hand, he caught her wrists and wrenched them above her head. The hand that was under tracing coldly over her thigh, continued relentlessly to its destination.

"Stop!" she begged again.

"Hush," he whispered, his lips on her cheek. She could smell the sweet-sick odour of the wine on his breath, hot and fetid against her skin.

"Stop please," she begged, her slender body buckling under his weight trying to push him off.

"Be quiet," he warned hoarsely. His mouth found hers, and he pushed his tongue inside, the soured taste of alcohol sickening. She grimaced at the thought of what he was doing and shuddered at how little control she had over what was happening. "Hold still bitch!"

His tongue was too strong, like the body hovering over hers. His fingers dug painfully into the soft flesh of her thighs—bruising the tender flesh. She was vaguely aware that she was screaming off the top of her lungs.

In a desperate attempt she bit the tongue that pushed roughly against hers, bit hard and tasted his blood, and felt the bile rise in her throat as the blessed air rushed in where had been only the hot stench of his breath.

"Let me go!" she yelled. Fighting more strongly, determined now that he should not take what was not his. "Get off me!" she ordered. Her left wrist suddenly came free from his hold, the pain of her teeth perhaps having surprised him enough that he loosened his grip. She put her palm flat against his chest and pushed, and then her legs came up, knees struggling to get under his weight, trying to throw him off her.

"Bitch!" the blow that smashed against her mouth and nose rattled her teeth and momentarily left her on the border line between consciousness and stupor. Her face benumbed with the force of his powerful strike and she tasted blood again, her own, her lips cut against her teeth.

There was no pain, not yet just the shock of it. The unexpectedness of it was more excruciating than the physical force. In all her twenty-one years, she had never been hit. And regardless of how cruel the sisters had treated her in the pass, neither one of them have ever laid a finger on her. Then she cried out—she supposed that this was her punishment for running away, for being selfish, for thinking that she was ready to take on the outside world when she had practically no idea as to what it entailed.

She hadn't even so much as blinked when the lights suddenly flickered on, her traumatized auburn eyes were fixed on the pair of dark eyes that lingered above hers. Her lips were parted, swollen and trembling—her face that had gone deadly pale was now soaked will freshly shed tears.

"Itachi what the fuck are you doing?" Came a rather incensed monotone from the doorway.

Tenten felt the momentary hesitation in his hands. He lifted away from her chest, turning to look over his shoulder in automatic response to the other man's presence. His midnight orbs seemed to have darkened along with his dark features. She flushed at the sight of the beautifully chiselled and perfectly featured man lying on top of her. Satiny jet-black hair, clean skin, onyx eyes that held her spellbound, and thin soft lips that had hungrily sought hers. At the thought that maybe if the lights had been on she wouldn't have fought him so much, her cheeks burned.

Panic made her strong, and some primitive instinct for survival taught her what to do. She raised her legs, their slender whiteness a flash of motion in the now dimly lit Victorian bedroom. Her bare feet made contact with his body, and she kicked with all her strength, somehow throwing his huge body off hers.

The voice, Tenten realized, belonged to the man whom she had encountered at the subway station and down in that dirty alley. He must have brought her here, she thought as a few images from her previous collision with him replayed in her dazed mind. She didn't know whether she was supposed to rejoice or be resentful for his appearance in yet another one of the strangely epic episode of her life again.

"Stay away from me," she drew the blanket protectively over her body. She shook like she was suffering from an internal earthquake as she sank further into the softness of the quilts. "Don't come near me!" she quivered and her voice cracked when he took a careful step inside the room. "I'm warning you," she added feebly.

His unusual pink gaze locked with hers while he attempted to pick up the grating dark haired man whose head had begun a dizzying spiral when his head had whack against the cold tiled floor. "Calm down," he told her calmly, "I'm not going to harm you."

"That bitch kicked me," roared Itachi. The white haired man chuckled and Itachi growled. "She bit me on my tongue," he snarled sounding lisped. His dark eyes flashed dangerously in her direction making goose bumps rise on her pale skin.

"She should have fucking killed you," hissed the other man. "I thought I told you all to stay clear of this room until Pein arrives."

"Deidara..." Itachi said while he struggled to stand upright on his feet. "That brat..." he growled then started to mutter incoherent threats. He was off balance, however, and he took several staggering steps backwards in a futile attempt to right himself. "I'll kill him..."

Tenten watched wordlessly as a pale fist connected with the Itachi's jaw bone, shattering the stillness which had felt upon them. "You fucking idiot! I didn't expect such behaviours from you! Drunk or not, you don't fuck with the new recruits!"

"Deidara..." Itachi's rough voice spat gingerly. Another blow would have resulted from Itachi's vague explanation but the raven haired male caught the other man's fist and effortlessly bent it to a painful angle. "Don't ever try that again," he warned, his voice calm yet reeking with obvious irritation.

Itachi rotated his neck trying to even out the stiffness that had cumulated from the punch, all the while tightening his grip on the other man's wrist.

"What are you trying to do?' he shrieked. "If you break my wrist bastard, you'll fucking be sorry!"

Tenten winced at his colourful vocabulary. Sinking further into the covers fearing for herself as well the white-haired male—Itachi looked very much capable of committing a double homicide at the moment and if that malevolent aura radiating from him was any indication then she had every right to be panic-stricken.

"Is that a threat Hidan?" Itachi asked disdainfully. His eyes averted to the newly arrived duo standing in the doorway. He growled loudly and glared daggers at the taller of the two releasing Hidan's wrist.

"Tobi heard screams," the one wearing a tan coloured mask announced, his voice was slightly perched and she dare say it—annoying. She saw close to nothing of his facial lineaments because the mask covered all except his right eye which was only visible through the small hole in the spirally designed façade.

Beside him stood a tall blonde with azure eyes that could rival clear skies and the ocean. His honey coloured tresses were caught in a ponytail and long bangs hid the left portion of his dazzling, sun kissed visage. For a second or two she had to look careful to ensure that she hadn't been mistaking a very masculine female for an outrageously pretty male.

"What's with all the commotion, huh?" came the blonde's smooth honey-dipped baritone with a smug grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. At the sight of the petrified brunette he chuckled. Tenten's heart skipped a few beats under his careful scrutiny. Then she folded her arms and sent him the coldest glare that she could conjure up for having such an uncalled for effect on her.

They all fell into a comfortable state of stillness. And it was then that Tenten realized their attire—they all wore black cotton hoods with small imprints of scarlet clouds scattering randomly in the blackness—just like the blankets, and the carpet. She watched as the four men exchanged blanks stares and heaved meaningless sighs wondering what on earth was going to happen to her, now.

She swallowed, "What's going on?"

"Deidara you bastard," the drunken one known as Itachi stumbled towards the blonde who sent him a satisfied grin.

"Never thought I'd see the day when Uchiha Itachi had to force himself on a girl?" Deidara taunt. "What happened to all that dark charm?" he mocked just barely dodging a fist that came at him with the intention of breaking a jawbone or two.

"What did you put in my drink?" he clutched his stomach, hands and knees shaking as though he was fighting them from moving to their own accord.

"I didn't put anything in your drink huh," Deidara dodged another one of Itachi's incoming fist with ease. Something made Tenten think that he had only missed because he was drunk. "I think you're being paranoid." Itachi scowled and fair haired man chuckled at the way Itachi's eye brow twitched and how he seemed to continuously be glancing over his shoulders to the chocolate-haired female.

"It was Tobi," the one in the mask announced. "Tobi spiked Itachi's drink!" If Tenten didn't know any better, he sounded rather content about it.

"Tobi what the fuck did you put in Itachi's drink, idiot?" Hidan asked gruffly, flexing his wrist where he could still feel Itachi's iron grip and long fingers twisting it. So the one in the mask was Tobi? She wasn't one to judge but the mere fact that this man referred to himself in the third person did hint some sort of stupidity on his part.

"Tobi was just having some fun," he held down his head and made invisible circle patterns on the floor with his shoe—a nervous gesture which didn't seem to faze any of the other men. "Tobi didn't know that Itachi-sama would hurt anyone."

"What did you put in my drink?" Itachi grated.

"The question should be—what did Tobi trick you into drinking?" Deidara corrected smugly.

All eyes diverted in Tobi's direction. Waiting. But nothing came.

"Well?" Hidan asked loudly, apparently he had just ran out of his non-existent patience. "Speak up you dumb fuck!"

Tobi yelped when Itachi lunged for him, "Alright! Alright! Tobi will talk!"

Deidara when into a laughing fits, "Maybe you should get Karin out of here," he suggested between deep cruel chuckles. "Itachi just drank a whole glass of aphrodisiac."

Suddenly everyone's eyes were on her, despite the freezing temperature causing her teeth to rattle behind the thin grim line which became of her mouth and the goose bumps adorning her cold pale flesh, she felt herself slowly growing hot and sweaty. What was an aphrodisiac and why did they refer to her as Karin?

"Tobi!" Dark eyes glowered and steady hands gripped onto the mask man's collars. "I will kill you," even Tenten shuddered at the certainty in that threat. Slowly Itachi's hold moved to Tobi's barely visible throat. The veins on his hands stood out as a helpless Tobi buckled, kicked and gasp for air when his feet were forcibly removed from the floor.

"Tobi's sorry!" he strained. "It wasn't entirely Tobi's idea," he coughed.

Deidara's laughter ceased, then he frowned at Tobi, not seeming to mind that Itachi was practically strangling him to death. In fact by the looks of things, these situations seemed to be quite the norm with these guys. "He wanted to surprise Kisame and I gave him an idea," Deidara shrugged off Itachi's deadly glare, snickering darkly.

"Except that Tobi locked you in the wrong room," Tobi managed to choke before Itachi flung him across the room effortlessly then pounced upon the agile flaxen haired man.

"Deidara you sick brat!" Itachi grimaced then froze, his eyes darted to the startled and slightly confused lass. He turned towards her almost painfully as though fighting off some sort of inclination he felt to attack her again. Slowly he started towards the bed and Tenten shook fiercely, her brown eyes growing wider by the second.

Hidan was the first to move, stepping in front of Itachi, "No Itachi, find someone else to play with," he told him sternly. Almost as if being compelled, Itachi stepped around Hidan. "She's off-limits."

Tenten gulp when Itachi's cold hand grasped her chin and titled it upwards, she stared fearfully in the pair of dark eyes that she knew would most certainly haunt her dreams—that's if she ever got around sleeping again. She watched as his lips slowly descended on her forehead. The feel of his hot lips against hers stole away her ability to produce thoughts. Then his cold hand brushed away a tear that she hadn't noticed that she had shed. She shivered at the effect of such a meaningless gesture. She released a weary groan and subconsciously her eye lids drooped.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against her left ear.

Her eyes flung open when she suddenly felt the warmth withdrawing being replaced by the bitter cold air. Then she realized that Hidan and Deidara had hauled Itachi away from her.

"Deidara you fucking fucktard, this is entirely your fucking fault," Hidan's pink gaze landed accusingly at the other man tugging at Itachi's arm.

"You aren't going to tell Pein about this are you?" Deidara asked sounding somewhat curious.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," he emphasized every syllable. "Then again —"

"Why am I here? Who's Pein? What's an aphrodisiac? Why did you call me Karin? Why won't you answer any of my questions?" Tenten asked frantically. "Where am I? Why did you bring me here?"

"— being the snitch is not my job. We've already got shit face Tobi for that," Hidan continued grimacing at the pathetic excuse of man lying on the ground groaning and holding his head where it had collided with the dresser. Then he turned to Tenten and rolled his bubblegum coloured orbs. "Dammit woman one question at a time please, you're giving me a fucking headache," he rubbed his temples.

"Tobi's seeing stars Sempai," Tobi said dreamily.

Deidara grunted. "I'll get Itachi out of here," he offered then grinned at the chestnut coloured haired woman. "It'll take hours for the aphrodisiac to wear off, so keep your doors closed."

"What aphrodisiac?"

Almost in a synchronizing motion, everyone's heads jerked towards the door. Tenten's eyes widen at the sight before her. A young man that resembled Itachi on freakishly unnatural levels was pulling at the hair of a rather traumatized yet florid looking female with flame-coloured tresses. The pair of lens that she wore was almost falling off the bridge of her nose, no doubt from constant struggling.

"Took you long enough to get here brat," Hidan scowled. "We were supposed to be working together you damn spoilt fuckhead!"

"I work alone," he said tersely. "Besides you told me to stay out of your way." There was something very arrogant and insolent about the way his onyx eyes looked at Hidan—as though he weren't worth his time.

"What's with the baggage?" Hidan asked looking unpleasantly at the woman he had by his side.

"Oh this...?" He asked tugging the woman's hair so that she looked up at them. "This is Karin."

"Karin?" Hidan asked arching one of his white brows.

The boy growled, "I'm sure that I didn't fumble on my words."

"Don't get fucking smart with me brat. You being Itachi's whiny little brother doesn't mean a fuck to me. I'll snap your fucking neck so fucking fast you won't even know what fucking hit until you've fucking reached hell brat." Hidan snarled clenching his fist by his sides. Tenten watched the exchange of glares and sighed wondering what had she gotten herself into this time. "Shit head."

"If that's Karin," Deidara said, steadying a now unconscious Itachi on his shoulders. "Who's that huh?" he drawled pointing at the brunette.

"I'm Tenten," she answered shakily, growing uncomfortable when dark eyes like bottomless pits locked with her khaki coloured ones. She turned away to hide her inflamed cheeks.

"Ten fucking who?" Hidan asked hysterically.

"Tenten," she answered more firmly, somehow more comfortable with his glares rather than the others.

The boy chuckled and clapped, "Well done Hidan," he jeered. "What happened? Did you forget those contact lens when you went in search for Karin?"

"They're fucking natural you envious bastard!"

Deidara chuckled, "I think we've got ourselves a situation here huh."

"I'll just collect both of our pay cheques," the boy smirked, shedding some light on his stoic mask. "What happened to Itachi?" he asked urgently.

"Tobi gave Uchiha-san a glass of aphrodisiacs to drink," the mask wearing man answered getting up to his feet, brushing off invisible dust mites off his jeans and jacket. "And Uchiha-san tried to violate the pretty girl so Sempai had to knock him out. Itachi-sama was being bad."

"Where did the moron get aphrodisiac?" the younger dark haired boy demanded, looking for some sort of explanation from Hidan or Deidara. None of them seemed to have any idea so he shrugged and pushed Karin out of his way and into the room. "Stay there!" he pointed on the floor beneath her feet as though he were talking to a dog and she nodded.

"Tobi thinks Karin is pretty," the masked man said walking around the redhead seeming to be amused and or amazed. "Tobi wants to touch her, may I sempai?" he asked politely.

Karin's brows twitched uncontrollably and for a second or two she looked as though she was going to slap Tobi but she remained fixed on her spot—suppressing an involuntary convulsion of her hand.

"With all the trouble that she put me through, I'd be delighted if you did more than just touch her Tobi," the boy said flatly.

"Really Sasuke-san?" Tobi asked ecstatically.

"Touch me and I'll take those hands of yours and stuff them so far up your ass, you'll feel your fingers in your stomach!" the redhead threatened, dark eyes blazing like black torches of fury. Tenten shivered at the coldness of her voice.

"Feisty." Hidan commented. "Unfortunately, you have to be more than just fucking feisty to survive around here," he stood towering over Karin; a patronizing smirk on his face. "Bitch," he added spitefully.

"Bastard," Karin countered.

Such foul vocabulary.

"Itachi didn't ...?" Sasuke asked looking from his brother to the other female whom they seem to occasionally forget about. Deidara shook his head lightly and he heaved a sigh. "Where are you from?" he asked her suddenly. The room fell silent waiting for an answer.

From a moment she said nothing, "I'm not obligated to answer you," she told him solemnly.

His lips curved upwards but his eyes remained the same—cold. "In that case," he said reaching into his jacket; she caught her breath when the long blade glistened before her eyes. "Neither am I obligated to ignore the urge to kill you."

"Take it easy brat," Hidan warned. But the boy was already sitting on the bed beside her, running the cold shinny metal along the outline of her jaw. She shivered when he held suddenly brought it to the base of her throat, applying a little pressure, not enough to cut her but just enough to make her comply.

"I'm from the nunnery in Konoha," she answered quickly.

He withdrew the blade and stared keenly on the girl in front of him. There was a brief moment of silence then a loud uproar of masculine laughter. At one point Deidara looked as if he was crying.

"You're a nun?" Hidan asked incredulously and she nodded, suddenly embarrassed for some unknown reason.

"What's so funny?" she demanded folding her arms.

"I've fucked so many of those nuns," Hidan laughed making air quotes. "I think I've lost count."

"You live in the local brothel?" Sasuke asked.

"No I don't." Tenten grimaced, "Lies."

"Yamanaka Ino rings a bell?" Deidara asked smugly.

"Haruno Sakura?" Hidan and Sasuke asked simultaneously. They both exchanged bewildered glances then chuckled lightly.

"I don't believe you." Tenten shook her head, mainly trying to avoid locking gazes with the dark-haired man again. "I don't know about them, but I'm a loyal saint—devoted and pure."

There was a mixture of cruel laughter and malicious mockery. Did she say something wrong? Even Karin and Tobi were laughing this time. For some strange reason, Tenten suddenly felt defeated. It was as though she were in the middle of a world pool but in place of the water, there was laughter.

"You know..." Sasuke was saying. "Maybe we ought to wake up Itachi," he suggested with a sort of sinister glint in his dark eyes. "To further purify our nun..." he mocked and Tenten squirmed. "... The Akatsuki's way."

A/N: I honestly don't know what the hell I just wrote but I love the Akatsuki. ¡Estan Mucho Calientes!

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