Okay, thanks guys. Yall are amazing :)
Raixan: Yes, Madara is a bit of a demon, isn't he? But that's what we love! ;D
Yuti-chan: He does mean more by it, but you'll have to just wait and see!
Letting go doesn't mean giving up, but letting go of what cannot be.
Kitsune groaned, opening her eyes slightly. A headache split through her skull, and for a moment she forgot where she was. Suddenly it all came back. Her body lurched upwards, a small gasp slicing through the silence. She ran to the bathroom, opening the door.
There. Across her chest, tilted oddly to the side like a gimp tattoo, was the words. Beautiful Disaster stood out in small, distinct slice marks on her skin. She tried to choke down the sob rising in her chest. Why would Madara do this? What did he have against her?
Obviously it was something, otherwise he wouldn't be so harsh.
Unless he was a sadist.
Huh... that was actually a really good possibility... Kitsune tried to ignore the churning in her belly as she fingered the Kanji. They still stung. "He must have done it while I was in his genjutsu." She murmured more to herself than stating a fact. She felt hurt and used and thrown aside. He didn't even have the decency to stay to wait for her to wake. But the question is, did I want him to? She questioned herself with a large frown. She knew nothing about him, except he just seriously fucked with her mind.
"Just ignore it. He only wants a reaction," She reasoned to herself, wiping a hand down her face. She cringed. Her mother, when she was still alive, had told her that wiping your hand on any skin deposited oil from your fingertips to that area. Kitsune quickly washed her face, unwilling to let little shiny spots breed bumps or blemishes. She positively hated that.
Her ice-like eyes haunted her. The cold from her window, now open, sent a chill through her. She shivered briefly before hurrying out of the bathroom to slam it shut and lock it. Quickly, the covers were pulled around her shivering form. Her eyes closed, and she gently dozed, listening out for the birds and aware of the time passing.
And looking out for Madara.
She shuddered, and instead forced herself to drift into a deep sleep. If he was coming back, she didn't want to see it coming.
Kitsune woke to a hand being waved in front of her face. "Kitsune no baka, wake up!" A powerful shove sent her sprawling to the floor. Immediatly, she snapped up, claws extended and daggers lifted menacingly. A blue man stood before her, eyebrows raised as he grinned like a shark down at her. "Very cute, little fox. But those puny little butterknives wouldn't last a second against Samehada." Her eyes flashed over to the bandaged sword on his back, but her snarl remained in place. She felt humiliated enough for one evening, she didn't need this man mocking her daggers as well.
She made a shooing motion with her hands while standing and pointing to her clothing. The blue man blushed at her lack of a decent shirt, still wrapped in only bandages.
Little did she know, he noticed the Kanji slashed carelessly into her skin, but said nothing. He figured she had run into a sadistic rogue or an old boyfriend out for revenge. You never knew. He didn't want to intrude on her, and definitely not bring up any bad memories.
As he walked out, he yelled back, "My name's Kisame, by the way!" Not surprisingly, Kitsune ignored him. When he was completely out and the door was safely shut, she leaped up and snatched the icky tight pants and blue arm warmers- from the middle of her forearms to the beginnings on her shoulders- and the little belly and fishnet shirts. She quickly snatched the Akatsuki cloak from the edge of her bed, slipping it on. After that, she slung her long black hair into a messy bun and stepped out into the hall, uncaring as to her appearance otherwise.
Kisame- otherwise known as Fishy-kun- was leaning against the wall, obviously waiting for her. He smiled when she stepped out. "Come on, little girl." He laughed, towering over her before walking down the hall. Frowning, Kitsune followed reluctantly. She didn't need to get lost on her first day. "So, you don't talk much, huh?" He tried to strike up conversation. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, and her body showed no sign of hearing. He sighed. Another Itachi.
Fishy-kun stopped at a door, seemingly nervous. "The other Akatsuki members are through this door. Some of them are... strange. To put it lightly, our last new recruit committed suicide." Lovely. That was the light way of putting it? She snarled silently to his back as he opened the door, even though she knew he was only looking out for her. Strangely, she liked her new fish friend.
"HEY!" On second thought, no she didn't. His loud, obnoxious screech was enough to send her ears ringing. "Everyone, shut the hell up!" Immediatly, there was a long string of curses from a man with white slicked back hair and a scythe. Kitsune curled her nose in distaste at the reek of blood.
"This our new member, Kitsune. She doesn't talk much..." He added as an afterthought, gently putting a hand on her shoulder and forcing her foreward with him. The other members were now silent, all contempt at being hushed now gone. They all stared in honest surprise. Only one saw fit to voice it, though.
"The fuck is up with your eyes?" The white haired man snarled. The tiny girl glared in obvious anger and indignation. Her chest poofed out, making Kisame raise his eyebrows at her obvious anger. It was quite amusing.
"The fuck's up with yours?" Kisame retorted for her. She gave him a thankful look before flicking the white haired fool off. He jumped up, cursing like a sailor. Kitsune puffed up again, but Kisame just steered her away with a sharp look towards the man. "Kitsune, meet Deidara, Sasori, Itachi, Zetsu, (you already met Hidan,) Kakuzu, Tobi, and Konan. Leader isn't here right now, but I'm sure you've already met him..." Kisame trailed off, seemingly remembering Pein going to wake Kitsune up from her nightmare.
She nodded briskly to him, and returned a shy smile at Konan who simply let a soft grin claim her otherwise stoic features. Kitsune bowed her head in recognition to each, but didn't bother waiting for them to return her greetings. She simply walked off into the room she figured was the kitchen. The thing known as 'Tobi' bounced after her quickly.
"TOBI IS A GOOD BOY!" He cheered, wrapping his arms aroundher waist quickly. She ignored it, having already been at the stove with her ingredients, and simply began making the thing she cherished more than her life.
Double fudge brownies.
She quietly poured in the mix and such into a bowl, stirring till it looked absolutely like heaven. Tobi took in a breath and hummed enthusiastically. "Tobi thinks Kit-chan's cooking smells good!" The so-called Kit-chan just nodded briskly, her eyes betraying no emotion.
Deep down, under the guise of Tobi, Madara was fuming. He knew he shouldn't be angry with her; she didn't know Tobi was him. It was just always irritating to be ignored, and, well, his alias was ignored a lot. He was like a large child seeking the attention he didn't get from his parents by acting out.
Madara shivered at the thought of large children. He was undercover as a large child for cryin' out loud. He slid his arms away from Kitsune, letting her free to move around to put the batter in a pan and popping it in the oven swiftly. She sat down at the table, a notebook in hand.
Madara smirked. Maybe she would try to talk to 'Tobi' now. On the paper, she wrote,
~Do you like brownies, Tobi-kun?~
Madara raised his eyebrows at the suffix, but let it slide. She definitely didn't seem like the type to go after men who acted like... retards.
Besides that, it technically was still him. Just no other men could touch her.
Kitsune sighed when Tobi suddenly jumped up, waving his arms around and shouting obscured things as the pounding in her head grew worse. One thing was for sure, and that was that she knew Tobi did like brownies. She sighed again, rubbing her temples, trying to calm her nerves. Her eyes had started to burn sporatically throughout the day, and she had a feeling it had to do with her new visions. She tried to still the quiet throbbing, but her smooth fingers only seemed to make it worse.
"Kyaa! Oi, Kit-chan, do you like Tobi?" He yelped, hopping around. Kitsune let her eyes close before she sighed and nodded, hoping that would make him stop. Oh God, just anything to make him stop.
"YAYYY!" He wasn't going to stop.
She quickly stood and gathered her notebook under her arm, pulling out the brownies with an unmittened hand. Madara took careful note of this, still pretending to be bouncy and happy. She waved her fingers slightly in farewell, and left quickly and quietly.
Everything about her was quiet.
Madara liked it when she screamed, not when she was apathetic. Immediatly, he was itching to frighten her again, watch her strong features crumble before him. But not yet. And not if she behaved.
He chuckled quietly, sliding his mask off of his right eye, letting his Sharingan blaze malevolently. He still had a couple of aces up his sleeve, and he can still play around a little, so why not?
Okay, so this one is especially short.. my apologies! :(
