Alpha of the Dawn
Chapter Four
Rating: T
Author's Note:
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"This fucking sucks," Hidan plops down on the couch, scowling, as he directs a venomous glare at anyone in his imminent eyesight. Many nod their agreement; Pein just stares at the far wall with a frown on his face. About an hour ago, their three hosts vanished into the black-haired one's room – the one that kissed their leader.
"Fucking homo," he sighs, eyes closing.
"You can't know that, Hidan-san," violet eyes land on his partner, "Who asked you, old man?"
Kakuzu just narrows his eyes, pacing around the room as he does so. For a moment he stops, picking up a picture frame and looking it over. A few watch the surly man with raised brows. Deidara even takes the time to walk over to see what he is looking at.
"The hell?" Deidara steps back, brows vanishing in his hairline.
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Their cartoons? They're fucking cartoons?
How the hell does that work?
Where is the logic in that?
Is that even fucking possible!
Never in her life has Leon wanted to bash her head into a wall as hard as she does now. She would love to beat it into that said wall till her brain splatters around, drips to the ground, and writes 'Here lies Leon, killed by Cartoons and Stupidity – rest in Peace' on the ground in brilliant red letters. It is there that her parents (both who are conniving bastards who don't deserve her thoughts) will learn that she lost her mind before her eighteenth birthday and will realize that they were told correctly that their daughter would 'flip-a-lid' and turn psycho before she died. While she was at it, she ran down an immortal, been seen in her undergarments by men who she doesn't know, and beaten by a wannabe pimp. Yep, her life fucking rules the suckiness factor to the extreme.
But to make it all better, she has to feed these bastards, get them new clothes, and share her house with them. She has to make sure they don't destroy her property, that they don't murder anyone, and that they stay away from Mr. Skittles. On top of that, she has school to attend and that starts in two days – not to mention that she has to make sure that no one knows about her unexpected quests.
"Why can't my life be simple?"
Oh, yes, that's right – because her parents' are evil bastards set on making her life a living hell and the only place she could go is to her jerk-off of a friend and his gay housemate. She loves them both, she really does, but spending too much time with guys can really mess with a girl's head. And now there is even more guys in the house.
So not far.
"Hey, Leon-san," she sighs, eyes darting from the book they are reading to look at the masked man named Tobi.
"What?"
"Why is your name Leon?"
She blinks at him. She shuts her book, rests it in her lap, and folds her arms over it. She stares at him, not talking. She has a feeling he'd be looking her in the eyes if not for that mask.
"Why is your name Tobi?"
"Because Tobi's name is what it is." The masked ninja answers and Leon nods, humming slightly, "And that is the same reason why my name is Leon."
She goes back to her book.
"Fuck, woman, where's my food!"
Ah, yes, the swearing priest who needs to learn how to wear a shirt.
"In the fridge."
"And the hell is that?"
"In the kitchen."
"I know that, damn it!"
"Who would have guessed?" a hand yanks her book from her fingers, throws it off to the side, and then she looks straight…at hips with hands fisted on them. Black-clothed hips with large hands fisted on them…
She lets her gaze go up – yep, bare chest – and looks up into the white-haired males face. He meets her blank gaze with a scowl and narrows violet eyes. She raises a brow.
He just stands there.
Does he honestly not see what she is trying to do? Reading manga, which is done and never to be done in the front – or any other room but her own – was never her thing. Reading on how to wisely spend vast amounts of money is right after that.
A total of three hours have passed since they dragged her out of bed and interrogated her. In that time, she has written down their names – with their descriptions, clothing sizes (not complete), and possible danger that can come with them.
At the top of that list, at the moment, is Hidan, Deidara, Pein, and Itachi. Hidan…he's a fucking psycho. Apparently Deidara loves bombs and blowing up random shit. Pein…he has invisible hands that chuck people around the room. Itachi…he just feels creepy. And now she has to deal with a grump Hidan and his need for food. Food that he, obviously, cannot get himself.
"How the hell can you be in such a badass group if you're handicap?" she asks as she stands and, for a moment, he looks blank.
Then his face reddens…
Then turns purple…
"What the fuck, I ain't handicapped, woman!" he snarls as she sweeps into the kitchen.
"And yet you can't get your own food. Sad." Blake, sitting at the table, shoots her a look and she shrugs as she opens the large, and partly empty, fridge.
Just as Hidan comes in, she tosses him a juice box.
"Make that last till I can go out and get food."
As she leaves the kitchen, Hidan stares at the orange box in his hand with open confusion. He looks up at Blake, who is immersed in a book and writing down things, and then back at the cold thing in his hand. He frowns.
"There's a straw on it. There's a hole on the box, straw goes in hole. Drink from straw," he looks back up to see that the boy is still reading and goes about as instructed with the drink in his hand.
After a few minutes, the cold liquid is his first taste of this odd world.
And he is rather shocked about how good it tastes.
In another room, Leon is sitting down on her bed. She pulls out a book, a Japanese styled one with the word NARUTO written on the cover and a boy in an orange jumpsuit on the cover. She turns it over in her hands, having already read it, and frowns.
Blake has only a few of the manga – the rest are at his other home: the one with his parents. He said he would gather them when school starts up again, grab them after class on the way back here. Yet a few things bother her: why aren't the Akatsuki in these first books? That and how the hell can someone be so opposed with ramen?
She likes ramen…but not enough to eat it every meal of every day. And that Sakura girl, the one who is in love with the Duck-ass, what's her deal? The guy comes off as a jackass, one with a serious emo problem. There's got to be better guys in her home then that!
And that Iruka guy, he's funny.
With a sigh, she sets the book back into her backpack. Her thoughts return to her parents and how they will return in two weeks. Seriously a joy-kill. Hates them.
They don't deserve what they have, greedy bastards.
Don't deserve it at all.
But, then again, it isn't her problem. Far from it, in fact. They can do whatever the hell they please and they can die while doing it. That would do the whole world a favor.
Remember – evil bastards set on making her life miserable, not worth her thoughts? Those parents?
Yeah, those parents. Like she said, not worth the time of her thoughts.
She rolls over in bed, sits up. Flops back down and cuddles with Mr. Skittles.
And sits back up.
And then lies down.
"Honestly, what the hell? This shouldn't even be happening!" she says to no one and huffs in growing irritation.
Where's a stress ball when you need one?
Her mind goes back to the manga and the weird characters in it. The Akatsuki – a group of ninjas with scratched headbands. Maybe that's the ninja symbol of criminal…
It would make sense.
The merciless attitude, the god-complex of Pein. The more she thinks on it, the more it makes sense and the more grimmer the situation becomes. She stares up at the ceiling as she thinks on this.
"Oh yeah, as if ninjas aren't bad enough they have to be murderous ninja…" she mutters to herself and sighs. She really needs to get her mind off of this. She'll give herself a migraine if she keeps it up and that is something she doesn't want.
So she sits up, looks at the clock (it's almost ten in the morning) and sighs. She should probably be thinking about going shopping. Like soon.
And then she grins.
If there is one thing she knows, it is how to make her parents' mad. They have the 'Emergency Only' card here, left for – duh – emergencies. And what could possibly be an emergency for a seventeen year old girl?
A household of ninjas.
"Payback's a bitch."
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He scowls as he watches his subordinates wandering around the house. Tobi stands next to him, observing just as he is. Itachi, if anything, is the only one doing anything worthwhile besides the scouting Zetsu. He's sitting on the couch reading a box titled 'American History' and Pein wanders if the quiet and reserved Uchiha will find anything that can be used in case of an emergency. After all, they are in an enemies' territory and can use any weapon given to them.
Pein leans back against the wall, watching as the one called Archer explains to Deidara how to work the various technological things that dot the room. The blond actually looks interested.
Sasori is just sitting on the couch behind them, looking down at the two on the floor in boredom.
Not that he blames the puppet.
This world looks sickeningly boring.
"Pein," the voice that comes from the mask catches his attention.
"Hai," his voice is low, quiet not to catch anyone's attention.
"Pass on one added rule, one for the Akatsuki – Do not get attached." With those words, the masked ninja turns and walks away to bother one of their unwilling hosts.
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Hey, there. I just want to say this - please review and tell me what you think. Anyway - how was the POV switch. Was the transitions okay? I hope this chapter was alright. I'm looking forward to the ones that are coming up soon. Good morning and good night.