This is sort of a filler... so yeah :3
I don't own naruto.
It had been three weeks. Three weeks since she had woken up in Amegakure. Three weeks since Itachi Uchiha had relieved her from the sickroom. Three weeks since she had met Leader. And three weeks since she joined the Akatsuki, which was pretty much the worst decision of her life.
She would rather have taken the consequences and died at nineteen.
Even though getting used to not being on the run all the time was an issue, as with remembering to wear fresh clothes, and you know, shower, it wasn't her main problem
When you boiled it all down to basics, truth was, Kyo did not fit in with the rowdy bunch of S-ranked criminals. Kakuzu and Hidan? Starting to become the banes of her existence. Konan and Leader? Too sane and stoic. Tobi and Blondie….er Deidara? Annoying and impulsive. Zetsu? Cannibalistic. Itachi and Kisame? Too scary.
Needless to say, she spent most of her time eating copious amounts of food, collecting the dishes and standing out in pouring rain, therapeutically smashing them.
Which was what she was doing now.
Stupid Akatsuki, stupid Jashinists, stupid everything!
She hurled a mug at the concrete below her, shielding her eyes from the airborne shards.
There was a rush of wings, and her face was barraged with a new wave of water droplets. Classy.
"Knew I'd find you up here, hm." Deidara was perched on one of his infamous clay birds, smirking down at her and her current situation. He looked as if he was expecting a long journey, bags were packed and stacked towards the rear of the bird, and he was wearing one of the Akatsuki's comical straw hats that were sopping wet from the heavy downpour of rain.
"Go away." Kyo looked down at her faintly scratched hands and the smashed dishes littering the roof.
"'Fraid I can't, Kyo-teme, hm. We've been assigned a mission." He slid off of the bird and stood in front of her, arms crossed.
"Excuse me?" she raised a black eyebrow and narrowed her jade green eyes. "What kind of psycho would put us on a mission? Our skills don't even work well with each other; two long range fighters aren't that formidable."
"Tell that to Leader, hm. Get on the bird."
She sighed, "Let me grab some things, hold on." She walked towards the trap door that lead back on to the top floor of the building, when he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back toward him.
"I've already taken care of it, hm. Get on the damned bird. We can't waste time."
She obliged, and soon they were soaring over Ame at what seemed like a breakneck speed. She crouched behind the fellow blonde and grabbed a fistful of his cloak to steady herself, and peered over his shoulder.
"What are we even doing anyway?" She raised her voice over the wind and rain, as she settled into a more comfortable sitting position, nestled between her bag and a large sack of clay.
"We're supposed to infiltrate Kumogakure; hm. Leader wants us to scout the place out. Apparently, they have two Jinchuriki in their possession, hm. Then, we alert the others, and they send Hidan and Kakuzu to capture them. "He grinned back at her, as if he knew that the mention of Hidan would irritate her.
Those bastards, Kyo thought, running a hand through her tangled, damp blonde locks. Of course, they get all the glory. She took a sour expression that somewhat resembled that of a wet cat, and rifled through her bag, finding toiletries, a sleeping bag, and a spare set of her usual traveling gear, a long sleeved, charcoal gray, skin tight knit top that had tendencies to slip off her bony shoulders, a mesh tank top, uniform straw hat, baggy, black, low slung cargo pants, and black Chinese style slippers. Not traditional Ninja gear, but good for stealth and running. As she moved those aside, she found her sturdy, thick belt that was hung with kunai and shuriken pouches, as well as a leather snap loop that held the thick silvery coils of her whip. She gave silent thanks to her partner for packing her whip. Truth was, she'd be hopelessly screwed without it. Taijutsu, running, and gymnastics couldn't take one very far.
"Um…thanks for packing my stuff."
"Hn."
So much for friendly small talk.
They were flying over wooded areas now, the air had a faint chill from it, or maybe that was just from Kyo's soaked cloak. She rolled her eyes, leaned back against the luggage, placed her own straw hat over her face and fell asleep.
………
Two days later, the two criminals were standing in front of a queen sized bed, in a filthy room of the fifth inn in the third town they had attempted to check into, hungry and tired with tempers running on empty, glaring at each other, almost at blows.
"No fucking way, hm." Deidara growled, eye twitching.
"This crazy shit only happens in movies and bad fanfictions. I am not sharing a bed with you. This cannot be happening." Kyo facepalmed and dropped onto the floor, defeated.
"Well I'm not sleeping on the floor, hm!" He stomped his foot and folded his arms, like a little kid.
"Neither am I, damnit!" She hissed, "You know what? I'm gonna take a shower."
She grabbed her bag and headed towards the dingy bathroom, ignoring Deidara's protests of how he called it first and how much he hated his life at the moment.
Turning the water temperature to something near boiling point, Kyo stood in front of the dirty mirror and appraised her reflection; bloodshot green eyes with purplish bags underneath, pale, high coloured skin, thin back eyebrows winging up at the corners, angular face, and lean body. She slipped her clothes off and tore off her hat, releasing her tangled prism of hair—a cloud of parchment, wheat, honey, ochre, golden, apricot, ebony, sable, raven—blonde, slowly fading to black at the ends. Brighter and more vivid than anyone could ever fathom.
She stepped into the shower, and let the balmy feeling envelop her.
The hotel soap smelled like citrus and amber. She scrubbed her hair, and attempted to detangle the mess. Rinsing the suds from her hair, she thought about her current mission. Kumo was a very military organized district, always picking fights with some nation or the other. Infiltrating it would be hard. She'd have to pose as a traveler, because obviously they wouldn't take kindly to Akatsuki roaming through their village. Even then, it wouldn't be easy.
Stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a blue towel, Kyo pawed through her toiletry bag and found her toothbrush and toothpaste. Turning the sink on and wiping the fog from the mirror she brushed her teeth and frowned at the clothes she had strewn across the bathroom floor. She couldn't wear her spare change of clothes, because God knew when she'd wash them next, and the idea of putting on dirty clothes with clean skin made her skin crawl, so she filled the sink with water and plunged her panties and top into the liquid, cleaning off most of the dirt. Squeezing most of the liquid out of the fabric, she pulled them on, wrapped the towel around her waist, grabbed her stuff, and headed out into the room.
Deidara was perched on the bed, glaring at her,
"What were you doing in there? Hm? Primping won't do much for you."
"Solving the world's problems, go take a shower. You smell like a pigstye."
I'm not sure if I'm liking Kyo's character that much... If you do/don't let me know in a review or something.
Sorry for any OOC ness -.-
-Danyell
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