Four chapters! Will try and upload and write some more tomorrow.
Mizuko's first sighting of the mysterious Akatsuki. I say sighting, she's gone to bed with the Jashinist.
I'm sorry it's been short chapters recently, promise to try and get some long ones in.
Thirteen and a half shots later, Mizuko and Hidan were practically already in bed with each other. The drinking game had progressed to Mizuko sitting on the table with Hidan's head in her lap as she poured shots into his mouth, accentuated by swigs from the bottle for herself.
Kakuzu, on the other side of the room had simply looked on, not sure whether to express an extreme of the emotion of amusement or an extreme of the emotion of embarrassed frustration. Hidan had made it clear that he would be finding his own way home with this woman when he had sat up and stolen her mouth for his.
After a rowdy chorus of what had apparently been '10 green bottles', Hidan had dragged her from her seat, shoving a few notes at the bartender and sweeping with her from the bar, stopping every so often at each street interchange for a fumbled kiss or grope, which needless to say, Mizuko wasn't opposed to.
Although Mizuko had trained consistently since she was 11, she'd picked up a few tricks – not to mention men – along the way, even though to be able to go out and simply enjoy herself like this was rare. The beast had helped naturally; if anything, it seemed to enjoy a reckless life of jovialities, although at that moment it time Mizuko wasn't paying much attention to it in her state of mind.
Hidan had thought nothing about accommodation, and so had dragged her into one of the Akatsuki safe houses, completely and utterly oblivious to any pretence of security, drunk on alcohol and her. They 'tiptoed' through the foyer like drunken elephants, falling against each other and walls and anything they could find that would hold them for a few moments, attempting and failing hushed laughter.
Every so often, Hidan would raucously shout a scandalous prayer to Jashin-sama, and Mizuko would join in, punctuating his sentences with the occasional 'Alleluia to that' followed by a drunken giggle. They stumbled through the house, collapsing through a few screen doors and making a hasty apology to Deidara, who was impressing some chick by making a bunny bounce around the room. Hidan and the blonde exchanged twin smirks of satisfaction and expectation.
It was only when they stumbled into the second to last room in the corridor that Hidan faltered, causing Mizuko to peer over his shoulder, on tiptoe. She inhaled sharply at the sight before her, or rather, the person before her.
A tall, blue-skinned man stood in the centre of the room, his back to them but his face turned slightly to acknowledge the pair. But what were most distinctive were his eyes, and the gills on his cheeks, along with the overall aquatic aura he held. So familiar… Mizuko felt the beast stir in her stomach, and there was the soft noise of pipes creaking beneath the floor as the water moved to inspect this.
The pair made eye contact, and the silence was broken by the noise of Hidan murmuring something insignificant, before whisking Mizuko away. She herself had been shaken into some kind of sobriety; had she found a fish-boy? His eyes and form lingered in his head, and she shook herself from the daydream, leaning against Hidan as he fumbled with his door handle – naturally he had the sense to break down everyone's doors but his own.
Once they were in, Mizuko tumbled back against the now closed-door, only to have Hidan descend on her, mouth hot and demanding. She let out the faintest noise of amusement, her hands tangling in the short ends of his hair, pressing herself up against the male as she committed herself entirely to him.
Screw training; it would be a long night.
But that was when she was nineteen, three months, seven days and 11 hours.
Chapter four finished! Questions/Reviews/concrit welcome!
Katya c;