A timid young woman had just gotten off her shift at work. It was a quarter past two o'clock in the morning and she was keeping a brisk pace as her heart was set on home. She was a very tiny woman, barely five feet tall. Her long auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail, keeping it out of her eyes on such a windy, chilly night. Her charcoal black eyes scanned for danger – she was a very weary person – and instead she saw something even more disturbing than hoodlums; a trail of blood, smeared upon the concrete. Oh my! Someone must be hurt! Although the girl was scared for herself, she had always cared for others so she tracked the trail of blood to its owner.


I had no idea what was going on around me. I heard foreign sounds; sounds of machines and sirens. This was a strange place to be.

All around me was the reek of filth and rot. The cold burned and sank into my skin like ruthless fangs. I felt the grime from the wall against my back and an unknown substance clinging to my fingers. It was best not to know what it was, especially since those hands had mouths of their own. The grime had a bitter, disgusting taste that made my empty, grumbling stomach want to retch. Then the pain returned.

I groaned, fervently swearing to myself that I'd kill that doctor. I would get my clay out and slowly kill him by turning him into art, piece by piece. I chuckled to myself as the dull pain began to come back in flaming full-force. I groaned in agony and pressed my hand tighter to the wound. If I didn't do something soon, I might bleed to death. It was not an idea I relished after having Kakuzu sew both my arms back on with his repulsive black tentacles.

I shivered miserably and tilted my head back. Surely I wouldn't die here? Metal beasts roared down the tar-laden paths outside of this alley. I had never been a close combat fighter and found it more comforting to stay out of the action. That was idiot Tobi's job or Master Sasori's when he had been alive. I sighed and began to shut my eyes, feeling drowsy from the blood loss. I knew I shouldn't sleep while wounded like this, so I just listened and sensed the world around me; this strange foreign world.

My eyes flew open. There was a faint chakra coming towards me. I braced myself and set my gaze upon the entrance to the alleyway and kept still, silently waiting; silently watching.

"Hello? Is anyone in here? I want to help you! Hello?"

I watched the figure cautiously approach me. They were quite obviously female, due to her soft voice and her womanly shape. She must have caught a glimpse of my yellow hair soiled by filth or the shimmer of blood down my chest. She approached me at a with haste and knelt beside me.

"You poor thing," she said, seeing the gaping hole in my chest. I scowled. I may have been in pain and likely, in need of her help, due to the gash dripping down my chest in profuse amounts, but I wasn't going to settle for some stranger giving me sympathy! She was wounding my pride as a man! That and I despised being touched.

She brushed my hair out of my eyes and began to riffle through her handbag. "Hang on! I'll call 9-1-1!"

Must be an emergency code to signal through the radio that she had found me, but I wouldn't go that easily. "Don't, un," I said suddenly, apparently alarming the girl.

She studied me for a moment and stopped digging through it. "We need to get you to a hospital. You'll die with that wound," she protested softly.

"I got this wound from being in a hospital," I conveyed darkly, wordlessly telling her my exact sentiments on the matter. My eyes never left hers, leering at her as I pondered her identity. She wasn't of my world, yet reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place my finger on whom. I shifted in discomfort. I didn't like her gaze on me; it felt much like that bastard Itachi's horrendous icy gaze or his brother, Sasuke's vengeful gaze.

She didn't back down. "Please, let me help you," she pleaded. Her coal-black eyes gazed into my crystalline blue ones with such sincerity that I almost didn't notice who she reminded me of, but it hit me. This girl, this angel of death, she reminded me exactly of Itachi Uchiha. Her eyes and her chakra were both similar to the raven's. I felt foolish for not having noticed sooner, but those eyes, those damn eyes; they never ceased to drive me mad!

I curled my lips into a disgusted snarl. I may have been sick from my bloodloss, but I was neither helpless nor weak. In fact, this girl didn't look like she had any ninja training at all. She was a civilian. I could destroy this girl right now if I wanted. I could end her life brilliantly like the sun casting golden hues upon the earth, setting the sky on fire in the wake of night.

I grabbed her wrist and with the hand not holding the blood in my body. She squeaked in surprise. I was inwardly amused through the gripping pain, and mildly smirked while keeping my cool hatred laced on my face. "From here on in, you'll do what I say, un. I'm not going back to that place and I'll kill you if you scream."

A look of terror fell upon her face and although she seemed as if she would tear up, her shock must have drove her to stay calm. She trembled in fear, like a trapped animal, knowing their fate, but I wasn't going to kill her. I didn't think she was going to scream or anything of the like. I had use for her and if she was as good of a Samaritan as she would have me believe, she'd likely do nothing to spite me.

"Wh-What do you want with me," she asked in a tiny voice. I barely heard her over my own pondering thoughts.

"First, take out your radio and smash it. Now, un," I demanded ominously.

"Radio? My c-cell phone," she asked timidly.

"Whatever you call it. Just smash it, un," I snarled viciously in reply.

She used her free hand to dig into her purse and came up with a small, black screen like a miniscule television and dropped it on the ground.

I began to pull myself up, pulling her with me, cutting my bare feet on sharp shards of glass that seemed to pave the alleyway. "Stomp it," I hissed on my feet.

She did as she was told with a pang of regret and looked down at her broken talking-device.

"Good. Now, take me somewhere I can clean my wounds and be safe, un. Don't try anything. I'm not stupid and won't fall for any of your tricks, woman, un," I stated in my cool, dark voice. The tongue on my chest suddenly took advancement ahead of me and licked my chest to clean the wound. The girl stared in panic, not sure whether to scream or run at the odd deformation on my chest. Foolish girl! That was not a monstrosity! This deformation can create the highest form of art! It is true beauty! Stupid girl! She knows nothing!

"It's rude to gawk, un," I growled close to her face, covering my wound again. "Take me, now!" I squeezed her wrist tightly, feeling the joint buckle under my hand, wanting to break. She cried out and a tear rolled down her face.

She sniffled and nodded fearfully. I loosened my grip and watched her avert her gaze. She wouldn't get any pity from me; those Uchiha eyes… how could I pity her?

"Well? Get going, un."

She led me out as I gripped her wrist. We stepped on the paved path along the tar-path and began our trek. No one even glanced in our direction.


Thank you for your views and reviews! I'll try to update sooner.

To princessbinas: Thank you. It'll certainly be interesting watching Deidara adapt thanks to his world's limited modern technology. He'll be interesting to watch.

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