Chapter three: Akatsuki headquarters
Dark. That summed everything up, it was dark and that was all Akira could see. He tried to open his eyes; they remained shut. Rustling of leafs and twigs, Akira could not tell north from south or east from west. He was doomed...
Now came the sound of gravel, they be on some sort of path.
It was still dark when the sound of gravel stopped; a soft dripping noise could be herd. Am I in a cave? Then Akira felt the earth as his body made contact with it. It hurt and he could feel warm liquid drizzling down the side of his forehead.
"I tolled you to be careful."
"He's heavier then he looks, un!"
The other voice grunted and the sound of shuffling could be heard coming closer to Akira. Panicking he tried to wriggle away, only to be stopped be a hard foot.
"Going somewhere, un?"
Then there was light; it nearly blinded him, forcing Fudo to close his eyes. Slowly he opened one, they were in a cave after all. It was rather small by the captive's point of view but it was going to get bigger in a moment. The blond Akatsuki's foot pushed down against his back, making Akira wince in pain.
"Get the door will you, I'll watch stupid here, un."
"Don't call me that!" Akira yelled at Deidara, receiving a blow to the face. Drops of red spilled from his mouth as he hit the cave wall.
"Watch your mouth kid- we're in charge here… Sasori No Dana how's it coming with that door, un?"
The puppet master glanced over shoulder and grunted. It took time to open this door and Sasori didn't want to waste any of it answering dumb questions. The red head sighed happily when there came a clink sound from the rock wall and before their eyes the hard rock wall turned into the beautiful archway, adorned with angles flying over the top of the structure.
"I hate this door," he mumbled as he pulled his human puppet through the open archway, "Deidara take Fudo here to leader-san, he'll tell you what to do…"
"What about you, Danna?" the clay artist said as he picked up the slightly injured Akira.
"… I have to fix Ai up, we need her to look like she was an only survivor… I need time to make her look like so."
Deidara smiled down at his new play toy. This is going to be fun…
The leader of the Akatsuki looked at their new captive, he wasn't much to tell the truth and Pein wondered if Akatsuki would be able to anything useful out of the boy. Leader went back over the prisoner's info sheet. Name: Fudo Akira, age: seventeen, height: six foot two, blood: AB , rank: Jonnin- all of this common. Pein thought as he looked at his profile in the bingo book.
"I see nothing out the ordinary, Deidara, why did you two leave let him live when orders given was leave no one alive."
The blond artist flinched at the cold words of his superior's voice, making him mad was never a smart thing to do and thankfully Fudo was keeping his mouth shut. Deidara pulled out his captive's sketchbook and handed it to Pein who swiped it from his grasp.
"… I see…" was Peins only words on the matter. "Fine, take him to the holding cell, Akatsuki will talk more about this later."
Leader handed him back the book before turning and walking off into the shadows, disappearing into the darkness that was nothing. Deidara shuddered, though the man was his teammate in a sense; the clay artist feared for his life every time Pein did his little vanishing act. Never knowing where or when he could strike or from what direction it truly left any man or women terrified, Konan was the only one who didn't seen to mind her leaders disappearing act.
Deidara looked down a sketchbook with interesting, how this kid who had never seen him or any other Akatsuki member before had drawn something so…. Deidara stopped himself there. This was neither the time nor the place to be thinking of art.
"Get to your feet," the blond commanded Fudo as he pulled him by his hair, "move it, un!"
"I'm trying but with you yanking my hair it's a little ha-" a hand connected with the side of his face. Akira stopped talking at once as he was forced to look into the blond Akatsuki member's eyes.
"Look kid your going learn to speak when spoken to- we're not kind and we don't like to hear brats like you complain, got it, un?!?"
Shocked by Deidara's sudden out burst Akira shut his mouth and nodded his head, like he was supposed to.
Smiling, Deidara pulled his captive by the hair out of the room and down a long hallway. Fudo starred at all the paintings there were; he had never thought that the Akatsuki headquarters could be so… artful. His captor stopped in front of metal door, it looked thick and creaked when Deidara put a small brass key into the lock.
"This, kid is your new home,- hope you enjoy, un!"
With a hard shove Akira found himself locked in a small dingy cell, crying about everything that had so far gone wrong. His teammates were basically all dead, he was trapped in the Akatsuki headquarters, alone and not knowing what would happen next; Akira sobbed harder and harder as the night drew on.
Deidara locked the cell door, happy to have that brat of his back. Leaving Akira in the cell, the clay artist walked back to his, it annoyed him that it was at the other end of the base. Because he was new he stayed at end so as not to have any easy access to documents and such, Akatsuki were not trusting and you never got a second chance; screw it up just once and that's it!
"Well, well… look who came back from babysitting." A cocky voice whispered, the words echoing off the halls.
Deidara froze in his tracks. He didn't need this now, not him; Deidara couldn't handle him at the moment. The blonde turned to face newcomer, grimacing as he did so.
"Hidan I don't need this now so just bugger off, un!" Hidan smiled at the sound of his name.
The Jashinist's hair shown brightly candlelight, glowing a beautiful pure snow white, making his magenta eyes glow in the shadow. His normal cocky smile was now full spread across his face as he took Deidara into his arms.
"What? I thought you'd be happy to see me? I heard you got a new pet to look after, hmm?" Hidan loved playing with his toys mind, screwing him over so badly that he would be forced to run to his precious Danna.
Deidara struggled to free himself of the albinos grip all to no avail. The Jashinist was stronger then him and everyway, which was why he was put as Officer of Torture- not him- Hidan. He hated the albino with all his might. This man had taken everything from him… everything!
"Let me go, un!"
Hidan let go of his play toy, watching as Deidara fell to the floor with surprise. Chuckling, the loyal follower of Jashin stood over his blonde pray; those bright pink eyes glinting with satisfaction and eagerness.
"You still haven't answered my third question, Slave-kun."
Deidara shuddered at that name; it brought back painful memories that he would rather leave dead….
/"Your nothing compared to me!"
Deidara felt the hand as it was brought across his cheek, making him yell in pain. The Immortal stood over him anger flooding those magenta eyes. He tried to run but Hidan had grabbed a fist full of his hair. It hurt, why was he doing this to him? Where was his Danna when he needed him?
Chuckling, Hidan placed a warm kiss on the blonde's mouths. Deidara could now feel tears running down his face, he hadn't joined the origination to be raped like this, he had joined it to flee his old home for what he had done. Now he understood the pain that girl must of felt when he had done this to her- was this is punishment?
"You're a pathetic whore who doesn't even deserves my cock!" the words stung him, hurt his pride "I'm going to fucking rape you that you'll never what to show your face around here again!"
The penetration hurt like hell, Deidara had cried out so loud he had wondered why no one heard him. He cried out each time the Immortal thrust into his virginal entrance, the man was taking everything from him, everything that he wanted to….
"You little slut! If only you hadn't joined I'd be paired with Sasori not that mother fucker Kakuzu!"
Hidan slammed himself in this time, forcing Deidara's aching throat to forces out another scream of pain. The Immortal moans at the artist's pain, he loves destroying this boy's future, he love to destroy everything for this child. Hidan twists one of Deidara's nipples, making him hold in a moan. "Don't fight you little slut, scream out for all I care! I know you want to!"
Another twist and soon Deidara finds himself begging for more, harder, faster- oh gods- he wants to fucked by this man now. The pain was no longer there but he could feel his pride being torn to bits with each plea for more.
"Please Hidan No Danna… ah!..."
Hidans yanks his toy's hair, forcing the blonde to look deep into his magenta eyes.
"Please what?" the Immortal knows what the boy wants but he will not give it to him unless everything is crushed.
Deep down Deidara is telling himself to stop the begging and the pleading- to not want any of this. He doesn't want it but now… he does. It hurts him but he knew he loved it.
"Nuh- please… fuck me Danna!"
Everything thing was broken. Hidan complies too Deidara's request and without holding back takes the 'newest' member with his full strength, moaning as he feels the blondes blood run down in between his thighs. Deidara felt his body tighten around the Jashinist and inside he scream not to but his body betrayed him as he came across the bloodied floor beneath him. He whimpered as Hidan pushed himself in with a last painful thrust, emptying himself inside his now broken body. The loyal follower of Jashin has destroyed everything there is to brake, the new Akatsuki members is his to play with as he likes… Deidara knows this. He watches as the albino cleans himself and leaves, leaving him all alone. Broken and needing more, there is nothing in the world that could save him from crying now, truly and deeply crying. Deidara is now this mans plaything, his toy, his whore… what Hidan wishes him to he will be. It hurt so much to feel broken. One thought ran through Deidara's mind before the darkness came to take him.
"So this it what that girl felt…"
Darkness takes him.
He is lost in it… forever…./
"… S-sorry Hidan No Danna… his name is Fudo Akira. He's an artist, un."
Hidan chuckles darkly, walking away from his broken toy he pauses and looks back on the blonde; dark images already running through his head. He likes hearing being called master, it reminds both of the two who is in charge. HIM!
"I like artists, I'll let you know if this one survives, ok?"
The Immortal leaves Deidara alone in the hallway, the tears on the clay artists face fall to the ground, long forgotten memories taken over his once sane mind. It hurts to be something that is broken.
Author: I REWROTE THE RAPE SCENE CAUSE IT SUCKED! HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT- AND I AM SSSOOOO SORRY THAT I HAVE BEEN ON HAITUS FOR LIKE.... a year or more now? I'M SORRY!!!!
Bye!