Hi guys! Me again. I received my first review and it inspired me to write a new chapter! I will not pain you with the details of my fan girl squealing or my sisters' glares at how unmanageable I was at the time, just know that Taryn has a special place in my heart now! 3
Now, back to business. I decided to switch between third person and first person in this chapter, just because I wanted to write everyone's reactions in their own words and not from Taylor's view. The next chapter will go back to being through her eyes. I enhanced her knowledge just a bit from my own, I thought it would come off better with them, considering NOTHING should take them by surprise.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, but oh how I wish I did.
~Third Person~
The next morning came quicker than Taylor could have imagined. Sprawled out on the hard mattress in her room she was oblivious to the others arriving to the base in quantity. A filthy mouthed Jashinist made his way through the compound with his miser partner, complaining the whole way, he had been since they'd finished their mission.
"Why the fuck did we have to race our asses back to this hellhole in person? Couldn't we have just manifested ourselves like always?"
The miser tilted his head in thought, an irritated growl leaving his lips at the obnoxious man beside him, "We'll find out when we get to the conference room, Hidan." He was quite displeased with his partner at the moment, the man had killed a rather high bounty they had been hunting and he couldn't receive the reward without a heartbeat. It was a detrimental loss to Kakuzu and if he could, he would have killed the bastard.
"Fuuuck!"
Another pair arrive soon after, weaving through the labyrinth calmly. The taller of the two, a blue skinned shark man, swings his gigantic sword up to rest on his shoulder and heaves a sigh. They had been in fire country when they received the order, so in order to make it on time they had to travel at a break neck speed the whole way here. It was exhausting to say the least, but looking at his black haired partner, he knew they could do it again without dropping.
"So, Itachi. What do ya think they gathered us here for?"
"Leader-sama has a good reason for gathering everyone in person."
"I know, but it's rare for us to be here in person. Must be something exciting!"
"Hn."
Passing that very reason's room without a glance, the two men continue their path in silence. The conference hall just ahead, Hidan's voice reaching their ears before they could open the door. Everyone else had already arrived, sitting in their respective spots. Pein stood at the front of the long table, Konan standing next to him. Deidara had his arms crossed in irritation, his face twisted into a glare. He'd met the reason behind this meeting and was not impressed with the woman. It had nothing to do with the fact she almost succeeded in drowning the blond terrorist. Her cocky attitude and foul mouth reminded him to much of another member and he did NOT want another Hidan running around, no matter how different in scale their bloodlust was.
"Can we get this over with, un?"
Pein turns his attention to the bomber, steady voice reciting an order that would, no doubt, earn him grief, "Deidara. You will retrieve the woman while I inform the rest of the group what has transpired."
His one visible eye widening with anger, the blonde grits his teeth, "Why me, un?"
"Are you defying my orders?"
Before the blonde could dig his grave any further, Sasori speaks up in his gruff tone, saving his partner from losing his head. Finding a new one would be much too troublesome, "Hurry it up, brat. You know how I hate to wait."
Growling at the injustice of it all, he slams his chair backwards and storms out of the room. The other members blink in confusion at what happened. It's the purple eyed man that speaks first, "The fuck was his problem?"
"I've called you all here today, to introduce a new member to the Akatsuki."
Surprise radiates throughout every member in the room, aside from Sasori and Konan. Hidan jerks forward, his fist slamming into the table, "Holy fucking shit!"
Tilting his head, Itachi flickers his gaze from the loud Jashinist back to their leader, confusion radiating from his stiff form, "What is the meaning of this?"
"She has unique abilities and a vast knowledge of the world that no one else has. In some ways, you could consider her a psychic. She's from a faraway land that cannot be infiltrated again. Her name is Taylor Drake, and she will not leave this compound, will not participate in the fighting, nor will she interact with the world. Her sole purpose is to give information as we need it. However, she is now a full member and will be treated as such."
Kisame grins viciously at the announcement, chuckling at the reasoning behind this woman becoming a member. It sounds more like she's just a prisoner with benefits, "And where is this mystery girl?"
~Back to Tay~
"Come quickly, Senpai!" I run down the hallway made of crystal with Bilbo, growling at how fast time was going by. At this rate I wouldn't make it!
A knock resounds through the room.
"I will not let you take the card, Loki!" Waving my wand with perfect precision I send a spell of disarming towards the Norse God. His eyes burn with insanity, a cackle erupting from his mouth.
"Who are you to stop me, woman?!"
"Oi."
"SENPAI!" Blood runs down my chest, ruining the sacrificial ivory-white gown I had been dressed in. I see the knife sticking awkwardly out of my shoulder, Bilbo chained below me on the cold floor, "Senpai, you can't die!"
The door creaks open.
Standing before me was the mighty Smaug, my deity in all rights. Bowing as lowly as I could manage in my injured form I stutter formalities, "M-mighty lord S-smaug… i-it is an honor…"
"Still asleep?! Fucking woman, un! Wake up," he begins walking to the bed.
"The fight is over… Now take your clothes off, Taylor." Red begins to flood my cheeks, Obito running a hand down my side. I know it's only to heal my wounds, yet I can't help but wish it was for another reason. Slipping the dress off my skin, I step out of it, refusing to look at the man in front of me.
"Mmmmm… noooo, I-I can't," a whimper escapes my lips and I squirm deeper into my bed, unaware of the other body in my room. I could feel the beginnings of consciousness break through my lovely dream. My hand slips into my oversized shirt, scratching an itch right below my breast, a growl erupting in the room when I feel my shirt shift.
My body freezes instantly at the sound. That wasn't a part of my dream… There's someone in my room.
"I know you're awake, un. I saw your body tense. Now get up! The meeting has started and I'm supposed to bring you in," the voice I hear relaxes my muscles, but I can't help the shiver that shakes my body as I remember that none of this is a dream, no matter how incredible it seems. Eyes creaking open slowly I see his bright blue eye staring down at me with fury. What did I do to piss this guy off so badly? Irritation begins to burn in my chest at the nerve he has. If my breathing really that aggravating?
Wait… he said the meeting had started. The meeting with the rest of the members?!
"Shit!"
Ripping the blanket off of my body I jerk out of the bed, slamming my shoulder into his when I rush past him. Cursing at how unorganized I am, I begin shifting through my closet of clothes throwing acceptable outfits to the side as I come across them, "How long has it been going on? Am I in trouble? Fuck," stripping off my pajamas without a second thought I pick up the black capris I'd worn back from the market and pull them on. I feel his eyes on me again and I almost screech at how useless he's being at the moment. Turning around with fire in my similarly blue eyes I grind my teeth together, "WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?!"
"So, you have no problem changing in front of me today, but last night you almost drown the both of us because I caught you naked, UN?!"
"THAT'S what your problem is? Look, I'm sorry I almost killed you. It was an accident, I wasn't expecting any of you to show up till today and when you showed up I freaked out. Not to mention you ATTACKED me while I was soaking wet," glancing down at the bra and pants I have on I shrug, "Plus I'm not actually naked right now."
"You didn't almost kill me, un! Now hurry up, before Leader-sama kills the both of us!"
Slinging on a red V-neck with elbow length sleeves, I run my fingers through my hair before throwing it up in a messy bun, and whip my cloak around my body, "Okay, okay, I'm ready. Let's… go meet the rest of the gang."
~Third person~
Now that the entire Akatsuki was filled in on why they had been assembled, they waited as patiently as each individual could manage to meet the mystery girl Pein had spoken of. Seconds turned into minutes and finally a voice broke through the silence in the room, "What is taking the brat so long?!"
Sasori flicks his scorpion-like tail in irritation. Waiting was not his forte and his foolish partner knew that well; He would punish him severely if they didn't arrive as quickly as possible. A set of black eyes rests on the hunched over member, a toothy grin spreading across his face at how easily it seemed to be to anger the puppeteer. Folding his arms behind his head calmly the shark-like man decides to push the impatient soul just a bit.
"Losing our temper so easily, are we Sasori? How unlike you."
"Patience is not one of my better suits, the brat had better hope he—"
"It wasn't my fault, un! She was still a–fucking-sleep when I got there, okay?"
"God. Just throw me under the bus, why don't you, you fucking sissy-boy," Growling at the boy hiding her from view, Taylor resorts to her natural anger to hide the nerves racing through her veins. They had arrived outside the doors just as Kisame, another figure of her affection back in her old world, finished speaking. She watches with amused satisfaction when the blonde stiffens at her childish insult. He was simply too easy to rile up, almost as easy she was.
"What the fuck did you just say, un?"
"Bahahaha! The woman has bite," biting back the blood rushing to her face at Kisame's compliment Taylor finally steps out from behind Deidara, making herself visible to the rest of her newly acquired teammates. Every single set of eyes were trained on her body and she couldn't help squirming. Attention like this was something the girl avoided at any cost.
"H-hello, I'm Taylor. Nice to meet everyone…"
"This bitch is the newest member? What the fuck! The Akatsuki lets anyone in now, don't they?"
Vivid blue eyes widened at the foul mouthed Jashinist's exclamation, though it wasn't as insulting as it could have been, the girl shifts her furious glare towards the silver haired man, sitting casually in his sit, as if nothing he had said was upsetting. Of course, the man had an ulterior motive to insulting the obese girl, who was still standing next to the door. Her posture spoke volumes and he couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across his face, the girl didn't even flinch at his malice. There was no fear in her eyes when she spoke next, her voice carrying promises of death as she acknowledges his challenge.
"Hidan. Twenty-two years old, you're from Yugakure, which was originally a shinobi village but later became a tourist attraction. Outraged, you slaughtered everyone and turned to a cultist group who worshipped a deity named Jashin. Delving into forbidden techniques you acquired immortality and even if your head is detached you'll survive. Your abilities include wielding a three-pronged scythe, enhanced physical prowess, and something akin to a curse. If you get ahold of your victim's blood you can use your own blood to create a symbol on the ground and your appearance changes drastically. Black skin and white bone-like markings appear on your skin and hereafter any pain inflicted to yourself will be inflicted onto your victim. It can be broken if you're removed from your circle. Don't fuck with me," keeping her voice steady the long blonde haired girl recites everything she knows about the man who was so quick to put her down. A rigid silence erupts in the room as the members reassess the girl and her abilities. Shock visibly shows on the mauve-eyed man, his mouth hanging open at the information the girl so easily spewed from her lips.
"How the FUCK did you know all of that, bitch?"
Anger set in his posture the Jashinist stood sharply, grabbing ahold of the scythe resting against the table. Before he could continue his act of intimidation, Pein spoke sharply, earning a detested glare from the immortal, "Do not underestimate this woman. I brought her here to provide proof to the knowledge she holds, would anyone else care to hear more?"
An uncomfortable silence fell over the group once more and it was unanimous that her skills would not need proven further. Hidan himself plopped back down in his chair, cursing everyone in the room. Pride in herself brimmed as the girl tried to hide the smirk that threatened to spill over, even that arrogant blonde was gaping at her. Oh how she wanted to taunt that expression, but the girl valued her life and knew not to push too hard. They were S-class criminals after all.
"Now that this matter has been resolved, you are dismissed. It will be a week or so before you receive new assignments," followed by his companion, Pein walks swiftly out the door, pausing long enough to give Taylor a warning, "Do not test their patience."
A shiver ran down the girl's spine at his words and she nods her head, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. They really were going to leave her alone with the rest of the group. What was she going to do now?
"Hn," Itachi stood just as quickly as their leader had and walks past her without a single glance. Unease resting deep in his chest at the information the girl held, exactly how much did this woman know?
"Well, if that's all," Kisame took his partner's example and stretched out his long limbs, a shower was long overdue in his book, their trip quickly catching up with him. Giving their new member a long glance he grins at how she was still squirming nervously, despite the bravado her voice carried. So, she wasn't stupid. Good, it would keep her alive.
"We'll have to sit down for a chat sometime, Taylor Drake. I'd like to know what you about me."
Returning the smirk with a smile of her own Taylor crosses her arms across her chest, he really was as charismatic as she thought he'd be, his scary appearance warding off any unworthy companions, "You got it, Kisame," and before the rest of the group has time to respond to her presence the girl turns around, not bothering with a farewell and walks out of the room. The rumbling in her stomach leading her to the fully stocked kitchen.