Pilfered

Chapter Four

-Patience is Not a Virtue-

Akito let out an impatient sigh as he paced across the living room of the hideout. It had been five days since Orochimaru had gone to get Satomi and Natsumi. Five long, agonizing days. He knew that it would take the snake a while to reach Suna, two days at least, but he should be back by now. If he was such a great ninja, it shouldn't be taking him this long to retrieve two women. After all, Akito had done the same thing in a day. Travel time included.

He was beginning to go crazy. He tried to keep himself busy through training, but even he got tired of it after a while. He'd gotten so antsy that he'd even made a trip to a nearby village and bought clothes for all of their slaves. Toshiro and Vincent had given him Minako and Taka's sizes, and he already had a pretty good guess as to what Natsumi and her sister's size was. He had an eye for those things.

So, he'd gone to the lingerie store and bought a bunch of crap, even going so far as to get feminine supplies and things that the women would need of their own, like tooth brushes and combs and whatnot. Because there was no way in hell he was going to share his toothbrush. That was just weird. Nor was he going to deal with a woman who potentially had painful cramps. The guys had been grateful to him for doing it, but that didn't stop them from teasing him about how badly he wanted Natsumi. Toshiro was still going on the theory that he had a crush on the pink haired woman. And that was impossible.

There was no way he would feel something as meaningless and trivial as a crush. He was simply attracted to her. Extremely attracted to her. And just to prove that he had no feelings for this woman, he'd come up with a few plans for when she finally arrived. And that better be soon. He was tired of hearing his two brothers have sex all the time. Toshiro wasn't as loud as Vincent was, but that was simply because Taka liked to yell, insult, and argue with the auburn haired man before, during, and after they went at it. And Vincent only seemed to thrive on her words, egging her on and retaliating. It was so annoying.

Akito stopped pacing when Kyo entered the room and plopped down on the couch, switching the television to his favorite art station. The blonde was suffering too, he knew, and that knowledge made him feel a lot better. Kyo was just more of a pansy about it, choosing to whine and groan as Toshiro and Vincent whipped their toys into shape, and not just figuratively.

"He should be back today, right?" Kyo asked, a bit of hope in his voice.

"Yeah." Akito replied, sitting next to him and staring at the screen as the show host explained how to perfectly blend your paints.

The blonde rolled his head to the side and looked at his brother. "Describe her to me again." He requested.

He scrunched his face in revulsion. "Why? She's not that pretty." He said, earning a scoff from his companion.

"Pretend she's your Natsumi and describe her then."

Akito sighed. "Well, she has legs that seem endless, a nice, round ass," he began, holding his hands out to shape it. "A flat stomach, breasts that are just the right size and look like they'd be happy to see you, and her face…I guess is almost like an angel. Not a flaw on her. Her hair is the prettiest shade of pastel pink, and I guess for your woman her hair is long and wavy. Yours doesn't really smile, but Natsumi's is beautiful, so I suppose hers is as well." He looked at the blonde and raised a brow. "Is that good enough for you?"

"Yeah." Kyo smiled slightly. "I think I'm about to get a erection." He stated, causing Akito to jump off the couch.

"What the fuck man?!" he said, glaring down at him. That was when they both heard a snicker and looked to the doorway to see Vincent walk in, looking like he'd just finished up with his morning round.

"You douches are so lame." He said, stopping next to the couch and clasping his hands in front of his chest. "Describe what she looks like!" he said in a squeaky voice to mimic Kyo as he raised a leg like a girl would when talking about the boy they liked. Then he crossed his arms and began to look troubled. "Dude…she's like…this totally smokin' babe, with a fine ass and perfect tits." He mimicked Akito, squeezing the air in front of him as if he were grabbing a pair of breasts. Then he went back to his Kyo pose. "Oh man, my dick is so hard!" he giggled.

The auburn hair man doubled over in laughter then. "Man, you two are the lamest queers I have ever seen."

Akito glared at him. "Fuck off Vincent. I was only humoring him."

Kyo crossed his arms in a pout. "Hey! Don't talk about me like I'm a child!"

"You are." The other two said. Vincent continued on into the kitchen, and Akito sat back down on the couch.

"Toshiro still in his room?" Akito asked. "I'm bored and I want to train."

"Yup." Vincent said, reemerging. "He barely comes out of there."

The ebony haired man rolled his eyes. "God, her breasts can't be that great. I mean come on."

The blonde scoffed. "Just like Natsumi's body can't be that great." He smirked.

"Please, Natsumi's body is the best body on the planet." He retorted.

They all froze then when they heard a familiar sound. A sound that meant someone was entering the compound. Vincent smirked, "Finally we get to see this prize you keep boasting about."

Akito had to keep himself from exhibiting his joy at the prospect of Natsumi finally being here. Kyo got up off of the couch and turned around, knowing that if Orochimaru had gotten one twin, then he had gotten the other one as well.

But, when the snake master entered, he was only holding one pink haired woman, and she had long flowing locks cascading around her. "Did you only get one of them?" Kyo asked, looking around for the other woman and not finding her.

Akito let out a groan and began to pull on his hair. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." He practically seethed, his frustration at the entire situation reaching a whole new level.

"I barely managed to get away with this one." Orochimaru hissed, glaring down at the woman he was holding up. "I had to drug her." he jerked her up, causing her head to roll back to reveal her flawless face that was only slightly conscious.

Kyo let out a squeal and ran over, taking her from Orochimaru and hugging her to his body, pressing their cheeks together. "She's perfect!" he beamed, jumping up and down a few times. He gasped then, and his eyes widened. "I need to paint her." he whispered, picking her up in his arms and carrying her down the hall.

"What a freak." Akito said, returning his gaze back to the pedophile. "What complications did you have?" he asked.

Slanted golden eyes met deep green. "She's faster than you are."

"Really?" the ebony haired man asked, intrigued. For her to be faster than him was really saying something. "What else can she do?"

"I don't know. I tracked this one to the hospital and she punched me through a wall…very similar to a certain old comrade of mine." He sighed, rubbing his face. "I managed to paralyze her, and when I grabbed her was when the other one arrived out of nowhere and did some odd thing with her hands that forced me to retreat prematurely so I could heal."

Akito's brow furrowed. "Thing with her hands?"

"They were green and it did something to my insides, despite the fact that she didn't even lay a hand on me." The pale man seethed, his glare increasing. "She is too dangerous. I do not want her here Akito. She and the other pink haired girl are the children of the Kazekage and Tsunade's student."

He just smirked and crossed his arms. "I can handle her. Let me go and bring her here." he said confidently.

"I do not want her here." He reiterated. "Go get a different pet."

"I don't want a different pet. I want her."

"She's too dangerous."

"I can control her. All it takes is a little…conditioning." His smirk widened. "And I have the perfect thing in mind."

Orochimaru sighed. "Fine. But the moment she gets out of hand, I'm killing her. No objections from you. Understand?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever." He said, turning and walking back down the hall towards his room. He walked in and picked up his sword, strapping it to his back. After fastening his kunai holster to his leg and getting all of the supplies he would need for the next few days, he quickly left the compound and headed in the direction of Suna, his anticipation building with each leap he took.

Akito ran through the desert as quickly as he could, seeing the speck on the horizon that was Suna, the Village Hidden in the Wind. He'd actually never been here before, as it was just easier to go to the smaller villages near the hideout instead of a major ninja one, since he was technically a rogue. And if he had to visit one of those, it was Konoha, due to its proximity to his home.

He felt an excited smirk begin to creep up his face as he got closer to the large city. He couldn't believe he was so close. Finally he would get to have Natsumi in his arms and take her to her new home. The fact that she had been difficult for Orochimaru to retrieve only excited him more, as he did love a challenge, and she had made herself to be the biggest one of his life thus far.

He picked up his speed slightly, growing impatient with how long it was taking him to get there. He knew that he should be careful and not make it obvious that he was up to something, but he couldn't help himself. His eyes widened then as the sand around him exploded suddenly. Sharingan activated, he flipped out of the way, and then picked up his run, glancing around the area for the source of the attack. He didn't see anything around, and he was more than positive that if there had been a trap or anything he would have detected it sooner.

The sand around him began to move once again, this time forming into long tentacle-like things and making swipes and jabs at him. He avoided them successfully, but his suspicion began to rise. It was obvious that someone was controlling the small grains, and it was now that he knew where Toshiro was originally from, since the redhead could use this jutsu as well. His red gaze moved to the high walls of Suna then, as he sensed a strong and powerful presence. That was when he spotted a lone figure standing up on the barricade, a large gourd strapped to their back. He could tell by their silhouette that they were a woman, and he instantly knew that it was Natsumi. There was no mistaking the instant attraction he felt for the 'mystery' person, because he wouldn't feel that for anyone else.

Akito's smirk widened, and he broke out into his full speed, since he wanted to get closer to her. This was amazing news, she was much better than he had thought she would be. Dominating her and bending her to his will was going to be that much sweeter now.

Natsumi stood on the high wall, one of her eyes closed as two of her fingers pressed over the closed lid. Her frown seemed to deepen at the sight her third eye provided her. The tourist from Konoha? Her open jade eye narrowed in fury. It was too coincidental, and she knew by his unmasked aura that he must be after something. Because she had not sensed this the first time she had encountered him.

She moved her fingers from her eye and stared out with livid orbs. She was sure as hell going to find out what he wanted and why that disgusting pale man had taken her sister. Not to mention she knew he had something to do with her missing friends from Konoha. Without another second to lose, her gourd dissolved into grains and floated around her, swirling until she disappeared from his sight.

Akito scanned the area for her, and when he didn't see her immediately, he stopped. Orochimaru had said that she was faster than him, so he could only assume she was moving in for an attack. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, expanding his chakra and senses in order to get a hint on her location, since his sharingan was unable to detect her at the moment.

He felt it before he saw it, but the sand beneath him began to churn into something similar to a whirlpool. He dodged out of the way just in time to feel her chakra surging hand pass his face as he jumped back. Natsumi landed back as well, her glare set on him as she cracked her fingers that were still emanating the deadly green. "You have some nerve coming here." She spat out. "Just who exactly are you?"

His eyes opened and met her gaze. "I am what I said I was when we met. A simple traveler, looking at the sights, and out to get a few…souvenirs." He smirked, crossing his arms.

"Souvenirs?"

"Yup."

She didn't let up in her stance but her finger twitched, and suddenly a huge wave of sand surged towards him from behind. "You stole my sister!" she screamed, closing her fists as the barrage began, hands forming from the grains and trying to grab him. He was able to dodge them successfully, though only barely, thanks to the many sparring sessions he'd had with Toshiro. His eyes widened slightly as he had to duck and roll in order to get away from a large hand that had appeared in front of him.

When he stood, he looked over at her and sighed. "Please. That hag isn't worth my time." He said in a bored tone as he brushed himself off. She was before him before he could even blink, and his eyes widened with shock.

"Don't you ever call my sister a hag you unworthy scum!" Natsumi screamed, thrusting her hand forward and barely managing to jab him in the shoulder with her glowing hand. Pain exploded in the area, an intense burning sensation eating away at his flesh, though there was no physical evidence of the wound.

Akito grit his teeth, trying to ignore the pain. So this was her other attack that Orochimaru had told him about. He knew that if he stayed and fought her, the deterioration would spread, and the point of entry was closer to his heart than he was comfortable with. "Well she definitely isn't as much of a looker as your friends are." He said, making her grow only angrier. "But we can finish this conversation another time. As it is, I have a few matters to attend to." He formed a few hand signs and then held two fingers to his mouth, fire spewing from it shortly afterward, forcing her to move back. And when it cleared and she could see once more, he was gone.

A day and a half later Akito walked through the entrance to the compound, heading straight down the hall towards Toshiro's room. It was the middle of the night, but he didn't care that he would be waking the redhead up. His shoulder was in so much pain his body was sweating in order to deal with the shock of the wound, and it was beginning to cause a pain in his chest.

Not even knocking, he walked into his brother's room and walked over to where the bed was. Toshiro and Minako were asleep, the ebony haired woman's arm draped around the redhead's waist. He raised a brow, thinking it a little touchy-feely, but now was not the time to analyze how the relationship between the two could possibly be changing. "Toshiro." He said, trying to keep the pain from his voice as he shook the sleeping man's shoulder. There was no way in hell he would look like a pansy after having to return empty handed. "Get up."

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." He growled, sounding near infuriated, which only meant he had just gotten to sleep.

"Not until you heal my fucking shoulder." Akito glared. "My fucking arm feels like it's on fire and is killing my muscles. I can barely even move it, so get your lazy ass out of bed. Now."

Toshiro's eyes opened and he sat up, waking the woman beside him. "You're wounded?" he asked, getting out of bed and pulling on some pants that had been discarded.

"Yes." He nodded, reaching up and ripping his shirt open to make it easier to access the affected area.

The redhead rubbed the sleep from his eyes and allowed his sand to move over to the wall and turn on the light, which made Minako groan out in aggravation. Toshiro led Akito to the bed and sat him down, jerking the shirt further down. His eyes widened, "What that hell is this…?" he whispered, running his fingers over the darkening flesh. His hand began to glow a light green and finally Akito felt some relief. "Your shoulder is deteriorating."

The ebony haired man rolled his eyes. "That explains so much." He said sarcastically. This news caused Minako to sit up, holding the sheet to her chest to keep it covered.

"Deteriorating?" she asked, rubbing her own eyes so that she would be able to see better. Then she blinked. "You fought Natsumi-chan." She stated.

"Yes." Akito said glancing back at her. "Do you know anything of this attack?"

She shrugged. "Only that it's a type of medical chakra she uses that attacks your body from the inside out. Even if her hand grazes your skin you can be affected, though it's worse if she touches you."

He sighed and looked back up at his friend. "Can you reverse it?"

Toshiro nodded. "Yeah, it'll take a while of healing though. This is some interesting stuff. I can't even believe that this was done with chakra. Your little pet must be some prize if she can send you running with your tail between your legs." He smirked, letting out a small snicker as he continued to heal his brother.

"Shut up. I didn't run, I took a necessary retreat."

"I'll say." Minako giggled. "She'd have killed you if you stayed." She told him, lying back down and snuggling into the sheets, though she kept her eyes open so she could watch.

"Have you fought her before?" Akito asked, his gaze on his shoulder. "I need to know how to defeat her for when I return."

She smiled slightly. "Of course I have, we spar all the time. But Natsumi-chan is one of my best friends, and I would never betray her by helping you. But you seem smart Akito-sama, so I'm sure you'll figure something out." She said, rolling over and closing her eyes to try and go back to sleep. She was exhausted from the day's events, after all.

"How'd she even hit you?" Toshiro smirked, placing his other hand on Akito's shoulder and increasing the soothing feel. "You're like lightning fast."

"She's faster." Akito smiled slightly as he recalled the rush he had felt while fighting her. "Fighting with her…it was amazing Toshiro, despite how short it lasted. She challenges me, and the prospect of forcing her to submit to me is even better." He blinked, remembering something. "Oh yeah, what is the best way to hinder your use of sand? Besides water, it would be next to impossible in the desert."

The question only made him look confused. "What do you mean? Why?"

"Because she knows how to use it as well." Akito looked up at him. "Guess we know where you're from now."

Toshiro froze and Minako's cerulean gaze shot to her captor's. "She can control sand? Like I can?" he breathed out, his actions faltering, but he was nearly finished anyways.

"Yes."

Minako brought the sheet up even further, sinking beneath the fabric and covering the lower half of her face. He moved away from Akito and grabbed Minako by the arm, dragging her up so their eyes were merely centimeters apart. "Why?" he demanded, giving her a harsh glare.

"N-Natsumi-chan and Satomi-chan…are your sisters." She said softly.

"What?!" Toshiro shouted, throwing her back. Absolute fury was the only emotion showing on his face. His shocked gaze shifted into a hateful glare. "How do you know this? I've been here my whole life and I have no sisters. This means nothing."

Minako's eyes were as wide as saucers, water beginning to gather in the corners from the alarm she was feeling in this moment. "B-but you look just like them." She stuttered out.

Sand slammed her against the wall, the sheet and all so she was still covered. "You liar! I have no sisters! How dare you try and say something so ludicrous!" he yelled, storming out of the room. She fell back onto the bed, her gaze glued to the door.

"Toshiro-sama…" she whispered, trembling slightly.

Akito stood, and, not really caring about her, followed his brother out of the room. He looked around the area but didn't see his brother, so he turned in the direction of his room. Now that his shoulder was healed, he just needed to get some rest and head out early in the morning. Because the way it seemed, he had a lot of work to do before he would be able to bring Natsumi back to her new home.