A/N God, I'm sorry. I knew I said it would take longer to update…but yeah. One month's wait wasn't that long was it? Was it? *ducks flaming stakes* I was held up by a week of exams, and probably got an average of 5 hours of sleep per night? Yup. That may have been a poor (but true) excuse though, considering my friend gets only 3-4 hours of shut-eye. But I need my sleep, and sadly I'm not a night bird. You may count this chapter as some sort of filler; if you're looking forward to Sasodei interaction…but it's absolutely necessary for plot development. So yeah. Read it, I command you. *gets shot* ;w;
Thanks for all the reviews and subs! :'D
Trust Chapter 4
A week later
A blond pressed his face and palms against the display glass of the store, receiving odd looks from a few passers-by.
His eyes trailed the setting sun as it began its slow descend from the pale crimson sky, occasionally turning around and giving his sister flighty looks.
The people on the streets were gradually clearing off to their homes as night drew closer; and he dearly hoped they would not have to walk home when it was sundown.
"Ino!" he hissed, glaring back at his sister who had been hanging around the counter for what seemed like ages.
His sister just casted him a sharp look before she resumed haggling over a bottle of perfume with a poor saleswoman. Said saleswoman who was looking rather jaded after countless explanations to his sister that the prices were fixed by the manager- and no, she could not speak to him as he was out of town.
The male blond growled in exigency and stormed over to his sister. "We should get home before dark un," he muttered urgently, snatching away the bottle of perfume that was currently the center of her attention.
"Fine, fine," Ino huffed, grabbing the bottle of perfume from her brother's hands before making her way to the counter.
"Why are you so fidgety anyway," she grumbled, handing some notes over to the girl mending the checkout and receiving a vermillion plastic bag in return.
Deidara sighed, casting a worried look at his watch, "Remember? Mum told us to get home before dark, so we probably should…"
"It's not like anything would happen," Ino muttered, walking out of the store with her brother tailing close behind.
The younger blond quickened his pace to catch up with her.
"Since when did you become so rebellious, un?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
The elder snorted.
"Since you came home after sneaking out unharmed and unwilling to say anything about your experience after that."
The blond quirked an eyebrow. "Seriously, un? Still testy about that?"
"Yes, I'm still testy about that."
Deidara sighed, pressing two fingers against his forehead in frustration. "Look un, I just don't want to talk about it," he muttered.
As his sister began to yet again rattle on about his safety and his damn surreptitious behavior, he hummed to himself softly, trying to drone her out.
He should have known that his flippant reply would beget yet another 'lecture' from his sister.
He let his eyes run down the now deserted street, body involuntarily tensing whenever he passed by an alleyway. The streetlights would be turned on in a mere minutes…they should be getting home soon.
A few dark figures, around six or seven or them, appeared far up in front, marching along the sidewalk in a rowdy fashion, almost as if they owned the streets. Deidara shook his head. Probably just juvenile delinquents loitering around.
He eyed the group warily as they came closer and abruptly stopped a lit abode.
He saw the figure at the head of the group-most probably the leader-snicker and make a sweeping gesture at the house.
Deidara frowned, silently wishing the moonlight that night was stronger, more luminous, so he could at least make out their visage. What kind of sane person decked out in robes in the middle of night to wander the streets? Robes…
"..." Ino trailed off, noting her brother's stiff composure. She followed his gaze, and gave his shoulder two quick taps. When her brother payed her no mind, she spoke, "Why are you staring at them funny?"
Deidara blinked, and replied without missing a beat, "They just look familiar."
Ino paused, before a grin broke out on her face. "You socialize with these type of people?"
"No I don't," the younger blond snapped back, finally breaking his gaze on the group to face his sister. "Don't you think it's slightly off that people go out at this ungodly hour?"
"Despite the murders?" Ino said lazily, "well so are we."
"Thats different, un." Deidara rebuked immediately.
"How different..?"
"I just think...they look like..."
Ino sniggered softly, rolling her eyes, "Murderers?"
The younger blond suddenly halted in his footsteps, looking back at the group in alarm.
"Well? Did I hit the bull's eye?"
"Shh!"
Detecting a presence watching them, one of the figures turned around, glancing up and down the street in what could be said as almost cautious. There was also something else present in their eyes, accompanying it...it almost seemed like...was that... Deidara's eyebrows knit together in thought. Was that hunger? Hunger? Deidara felt his eyes widen considerably.
Whipping around, he snatched his sister's hand and pulled her into an alley. Panting softly from both the adrenaline and fear pumping through his veins, Deidara mustered up enough courage to peer around the wall.
He felt his blood go cold at the sight of one of the figures; probably the same one that had ostensively seen them, traipsing towards their hiding place. Deidara dug his fingers into his sister's arm involuntarily, causing Ino let out a small squeak of pain and protest.
"What was that for?" Ino yelped, trying to extract herself from her brother's vice grip.
Deidara jumped when he heard Ino's voice, almost as if he had forgotten that she was next to him entirely. He glanced at her in dismay, quickly letting go of her sore wrist.
"Would you keep quiet!" he hissed.
Too late. Ino's voice had probably alerted the person of their presence. As if to verify his fear, the blond could hear languid footfalls heading in their direction.
'Goddamnit.' The blond thought, biting his lip in anxiety.
Ino frowned at her brother's obvious trepidition, and made a move to look around the wall. She was stopped swiftly by Deidara's arm, his bright eyes glowing in alarm as he glanced up at her.
"What do you think you're doing, un?" he said urgently.
"Why are we hiding?" Ino demanded, hands planted firmly on her hips. She narrowed her eyes. Her brother shifted uneasily, but didn't reply.
The blond glanced around the alley, realizing that they were hiding in the partition of two shop buildings. Ergo, there was a winding staircase attached to the building on his left, probably used as an emergency fire escape route to the roof if the need ever arose.
"Come on," Deidara tugged Ino to the staircase, "We have to hide, un."
"What?" Ino asked, looking the slightest bit incredulous. "Where did all your urgency to get home go?"
"Fled to greener pastures," Deidara muttered, beginning his ascend upwards. His footsteps were loud against the metal, despite how carefully he treaded on the steps. Ino huffed, before wordlessly following her brother.
About halfway up the staircase, Ino gazed down and felt queasy from the height. "Don't think about it," Deidara said, and stepped onto a landing. "We're here."
The stairs had led them to a wooden door, bolted firmly to prevent any unwanted loss of goods. A white rectangular plastic nailed to the door on all four corners had glaring vermillion words printed onto it. "Locksmith," Deidara read out absentmindedly, fingering the bolt.
Ino looked up curiously when she noticed Deidara's hesitance, momentarily forgetting her fear of heights.
She nudged her brother away lightly, taking the bolt from his hands, "here, let me try."
Deidara frowned, and shook his head. "It's a locksmith shop idiot, you shouldn't even bother to try to break in, un."
"No, just let me try," Ino insisted. She fished out a scrawny piece of wire from her pocket, waving it in the air. Deidara scoffed half-heartedly, and crossed his arms. The older blond inserted it into the keyhole, giving the piece of wire some calculated twists. "You're a bad influence. Convincing me to break into stores at night."
Deidara gave a discontented grunt, walking to the banisters. From the height, he could see a dark silhoutte of someone below. Deidara tensed, watching the person shuffle through the alley for a few breathless seconds.
The younger blond held his breath, taking an unconcious step backwards. He bumped into his sister's side, causing the wire to slip from her hands and hit the metal flooring with a soft but distinct clang.
Deidara felt his breath catch.
The figure below twitched, head revolving around...slowly...searching..
Snap-
'Dead,' Deidara thought, 'we're dead..'
Crunch-
Deidara felt his eyelids flare open, and swiveled his head sharply to the source of the noise.
A lanky, mousse coloured man stood at the alley opening, chortling to himself in all but good humour. The figure below paused, and turned its attention on the intruder. Deidara truly felt like crying out in relief.
The drunkard paused momentarily, falling against the alley wall, obviously inebriated beyond self-awareness, and started nattering to himself.
Deidara winkled up his nose as the stench of spilt liquor and cheap deodorant hit his senses.
That unfortunate guy clearly did not know what he had just stumbled upon. If he did, he would have gotten his bearings and fled like a dog with its tail between its legs. But, as it was, he was sadly unaware.
The blond could almost feel the robed figure's wide grin. He stepped towards the oblivious man with such calm, calculated footsteps that the man would even have had trouble hearing even if he was not drunk.
There was a sudden crunch in the paving as the figure shot forward, seizing the man by his shoulders. The action was so abrupt and unexpected that the poor guy only had time to throw a shocked glance over his shoulder before his neck snapped.
The sickening sound ripped through the air, and snapped Deidara out of it instantly; almost as if a bucket of ice water was thrown onto his head.
This was an open opportunity for them to high tail out of there, and fast.
He turned around, ready to call his sister. "Ino-"
Bright blue eyes stared back at him- transfixed and unmoving. It then occurred to him that Ino had been furtively watching the scene over his shoulder the whole time.
She glanced at her brother with such a stew of emotion in her eyes that even Deidara had trouble discerning. The blond felt a small pang of guilt at her shell shocked look.
"So," she swallowed, as if her next words were hard to pick out, "this-this is what you've been keeping from me? All this time?"
Deidara rubbed his hands together sheepishly, "since that night only, un."
"Since that night only?" she choked out, "you knew, from then on, who was responsible? For all these deaths?"
Deidara turned away, watching the figure bite viciously into the neck of the limp body. Its head lolled to the side sloppily, with nothing but skin and tendons to prevent the two broken bone parts from tearing apart completely.
Ino turned with her brother's gaze, and felt bile rising in her throat. The younger blond caught her gaze and pulled her away quickly, picking up the fallen wire and pushing it into her open palms.
"I'll explain later un," he said, "now, we really need to hide."
Ino nodded dumbly, the full realisation of the danger of the situation finally weighing on her shoulders. She fumbled to get the wire in the keyhole, twisting with more alarm than tactfulness once it fit.
Deidara chanced a glance at the vampire in the alley, who had dropped the body in favor for wiping the blood off his robe. "..Hurry!"
"Got it-Oh shit!" she cussed, when the wire slipped out of her sweaty grip and drew a brilliant ruby line on her hand.
She reached up to cradle her wounded hand at the pain, and the wire clattered to the metal landing once more.
Deidara hissed in frustration, bending down to scoop up the piece of infuriating metal. He slammed himself against the door as a fresh panic blossomed in his chest, however the slab of stubborn wood did not give way.
He growled again, pushing against the door whist using his feet to keep himself firmly rooted to the ground.
"Here, let me try."
A hand extended towards him.
Deidara exhaled loudly, dropping the piece of stained wire into the outstretched palm. "Im telling you, it won't work, un."
A few thick seconds ticked past, accompanied with silence.
The blond had his face buried in his hands, "Quickly, Before-"
"Before what?"
Deidara looked up suddenly, and what he saw made his blood run cold. Ino was standing quite a distance from him to his right; with her back pressed as far back as she could against the banisters. The blonde's hand was shaking uncontrollably, and the shine in her eyes gave way to dull, palpable fear.
"..." Deidara let his eyes wander to the outstretched palm before him, to the piece of metal laying on it, gleaming softly in the moonlight.
The figure in front of him chuckled, bringing the wire up to his lips. A tongue peaked out from under the pallid flesh, and the red muscle swept across the bloodly piece of metal swiftly, effective ridding it of any of the rich fluid. He licked his lips a few times, as if craving for more of the substance.
"Really," he began, gazing down at the blond in front of him with smiling irises, "To think you honestly tried escaping."
Although his eyes seemed to radiate friendly intention, the way it shone with humourless laughter while he spoke stated otherwise.
"You could have too, actually." He turned his gaze to Ino whose legs gave way some time ago, eyeing her vermillion shaded hand appreciatively. Quite some of her blood had welled out of her cut and had trickled down her hand, dotting the landing with semi sphere red spots.
Blood.
He inhaled deeply, as if savouring the delectable flavour of the air itself, then exhaled, drawing the air from his lungs with a desperate slowness.
Reopening his eyes to expose his red slitted pupils, he grinned, fangs sliding into the light.
Ino wimpered quietly, shrinking away.
"Now, now," he soothed. "I won't hurt a single hair on your pretty little head," he said, smile sickly sweet.
"Get away from her!" Deidara hissed when the vampire started traipsing towards his sister, intention clear in its feral smile.
"Aww, don't be impatient," the vampire coed, turning around to face the blond. "It's your turn next."
He turned back to Ino, pulling her to her feet and grasping her chin. "After all," he smirked, "Ladies first, am I right?"
"Wrong."
As Deidara made a move to pounce on the vampire in a desperate last ditch attempt to stop him, another person beat him to it. The robed figure which had previously spoken hurled himself at the vampire, knocking him away from Ino harshly.
The vampire shrieked in anger as he flew clear off the landing, breaking his fall downwards by clinging onto the stairway banister. There he hung, the hood on his head uncovering soft brown hair and red irises reverting back to a grassy green shade."What the he-"
The figure crouched on the ground for a moment, before sighing and picking himself up. Dusting off non-existent dirt on his robe, he cast a glance at Deidara, before facing Ino. "You were hard to find," he said blandly, ruby eyes flashing in the night.
"Hey!" The brunette hanging at the stairway suddenly growled, eyes flashing. "Go find your own food and fuck off!"
The red eyed figure turned an uncaring eye at the brunette vampire. "You are sorely mistaken. I would never stoop so low as to steal a non-royal's feed," he replied.
The brunette let out an animalistic snarl at the demeaning term, which could probably have been more threatening if he wasn't hanging in mid-air about seven metres above the ground. Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he growled.
"You protected a mortal," he said slowly, voice caustic and biting. "Wait till leader hears of this!" He gave a sudden wicked grin, elated at the prospect of telling on a higher ranked vampire.
"Im just doing a favor for a friend," the figure replied nonchalently to the accusation. He gazed down at Ino thoughtfully.
"She has something he wants," he muttered, leaning towards the terrified blonde. "Isn't that right?"
Deidara saw Ino's eyes widen, in both realisation and shock.
The blond only had a few seconds to look down at the ruby ring on his finger as everything clicked into place. Holy shit.
Of course he remembered the ring he had stolen in exchange for his necklace; he was reminded harshly of that fact every day, all thanks to a certain red headed vampire.
The red eyed figure grabbed Ino's wrist non too gently, and with an abrupt, forceful tug, he heaved her over his shoulder.
Deidara glanced up with nothing short of dread at his sister's yelp, and upon realizing the danger Ino was in, he pulled himself shakily to his feet.
"Ino!" he yelled furiously, running towards the duo.
"You can have the other one," the figure said to the disgruntled brunette, eyes curving into a smile.
With that said, he did a hundred and eighty turn with his leg outstretched, and swiftly kneed the incoming blond in the stomach. Deidara felt the air rush out of his lungs, and he choked on his own spittle as he was thrown against the door.
Without as much as a warning, the figure leapt onto the banisters and jumped off, with the wailing blonde still on his back.
Deidara let out a half groan and a hiss of fury as he pulled himself up; the former due to the pain throbbing from his spine, while the latter was from the desperation and self-admonishment due to the fact that he was unable to save his sister.
Deidara rushed to the banisters, panting from the exertion on his sore body. He scanned the surroundings below in panic, finding out much to his chagrin that they were nowhere to be found.
It was like the red eyed kidnapper had never even appeared in the first place. But Ino was gone.
Deidara felt his chest tighten considerably at that thought; he had been the cause of all this. He had, and most probably was the cause of his sister's death.
And it was all because of that ring.
He glared down at said ring on his finger, a sliver of moonlight forming a bright, smiling crescent on the side of the gem. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought that it was mocking him.
If it was the ring that caused all this, he would use it to get Ino back.
"Hey." A squeaky voice sounded, breaking Deidara out of his musings.
The blond glared daggers at the brunette who was still holding to the banister like a life line, while the other smiled back in a somewhat forced amiable fashion.
"Sorry to break you out of your thoughts and all," the brunette started,"but could you give me a hand here?"
Deidara scowled down at the brunette. "So you can kill me? Do you think im that draft?"
The vampire's smile dropped, and his lips twitched into a frown. "Im not going to kill you dear boy. Itachi ordered me to take care of you, and I would never do as what a royal blood wishes."
"Really? Itachi..?" Deidara trailed off, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, but let's not care about that scoundrel now. Help me, please?"
The blond frowned, dubiosity clear in his eyes. "Why not you just jump down then? You're a vampire, right?" He practically spat out the last few words, which did not go unnoticed by the other.
"Yes I am," the brunette twitched with annoyance, "but even a fall like this would at least injure me, and I would like to avoid that."
The blond seemed to ponder this for a moment, and sighed. "Fine. But you have to tell me where that 'Itachi' went in exchange for helping you."
The brunette nodded eagerly, grinning internally. Blonds really were as dumb as he had caught wind of.
"That raven scum probably went to find his friends, now that he has gotten hold of what he came for."
"And where is that?" Deidara queried, stretching a hand out for the brunette to hold.
"Ah, the Bakers' I guess; that's where we meet."
"Thanks."
The blond quickly withdrew his hand as the brunette made a grab for said appendage. "Hey! What gives!"
The blond blinked slowly, a cold look covering his visage. "My mother always told me not to trust vampires."
"Wha-" The brunette was cut off with a harsh boot to his face, his fingers slipping off the metal. He went plummeting down, hitting the ground with a resounding thud and a groan of pain.
Deidara grimaced, and ran down the stairs hurriedly. He lost his footing on the way down in his panic, and tumbled down the stairs painfully.
'Thats going to bruise in the morning,' he winced as he forced himself back onto his feet, shakily walking out of the alley. The brunette lay in a heap on the ground, a groaning, writhing mess as he clutched his seemingly fractured arm.
He wisely sidestepped the vampire, and gazed along the streets as he stood at the mouth of the alley, disorientated and rattled in more ways than just his physical health.
XOXOXO
Sasori stared passively at the sobbing girl in front of him, her screams edging closer to hysterical and ear-shattering by the second. She couldn't possibly be more than six, judging by her stout appearance and the presence of baby fat on her face.
Yet...
He gazed down at the woman in his hands. He clutched a mop of inky locks, unruly and bloodstained, some strands sweeping the floor. A feminine face stared back, sharp and defined, the sting of old age still yet to mar the porcelain skin. A young mother, perhaps.
Having your loved ones taken from you right in front of your eyes was rather brutal, he supposed. More so at this tender age.
He then let the body drop onto the ground, still fairly warm. The raven haired girl stared in unspoken horrer as her mother fell to the ground, and ran towards her instinctively, crying out her name pitiously.
Sasori looked on apathetically, wiping his mouth sketchily on the sleeve of the robe. The girl cradled her mother's unmoving head in her arms, trembling as she rocked the body back and forth, as if hoping that her mother would wake up from her deep slumber.
Sasori snorted softly. "Useless being."
He turned away, the beginning of some hidden emotion stirring restlessly inside him.
A derisive chuckle sounded through the air, "going soft, Sasori?"
The red head ignored the raven that slinked out of the shadows behind him with the elite stealth of a fox ambushing its prey, and continued striding away from him.
Orochimaru sighed at the red head's retreating figure, rubbing his forehead in mock hurt at being paid no mind to.
Sasori felt his eyes widen fractionally when the raven vampire suddenly appeared in his path, causing him to halt in his tracks.
"Is that empathy I see in your eyes, Sasori-kun?" the snake like vampire grinned, tilting the red head's chin upwards in a playful gesture.
Sasori grimaced at the feeling of the cold, firm fingernails digging into his skin, and quickly slapped the offending hand away.
"So cold," he whined. "Still moody about your ring?"
"You can finish up the job yourself if you aren't satisfied," Sasori snapped bluntly, not keen on bringing up the subject.
Orochimaru huffed in what seemed like defeat, and trotted away from the red head. The young girl took one look at the approaching raven and shrank away in instinctual, primary fear of the stranger. The vampire snorted when she pulling her mother closer, desperate for any sense of comfort.
Orochimaru grinned sardonically and the girl let out a suppressed whimper at sight of the segregated teeth.
"Now then, little girl..."
The red head flinched slightly as a shrill scream pierced the silence, followed by noisy sounds of flesh tearing and the sharp snapping of bones as they were broken as easily as twigs. The metallic smell of spilt blood rushed to his senses immediately, and he sniffed disdainfully.
He would never be able to comprehend the raven's love-if one could even describe this odd attachment with a term of endearment-of butchering his prey to mutilation as he fed.
That made him the antithesis of the red head, whom preferred to keep the kill simple and clean. Just a simple puncture to a main blood artery would suffice to have a good, long drink; why make such a gory mess?
To the red head, the raven's antics were, in a candid summary; redundant and troublesome.
Orochimaru appeared by his side after some time, mouth and shirt stained with fresh blood. He was chuckling as he held a few bloody parts in equally crimson hands.
"I fail to see the humour," Sasori said with a vapid look. "There is nothing funny nor beautiful in what you did; cutting up perfectly flawless bodies which ceases to retain any of its beauty now that it can never be preserved."
Orochimaru shook his head, "You and your art crap. I agree with you about everlasting life, that much I do. However," he shot the red head a scornful look, "my way of achieving it differs greatly from yours."
"By collecting bloody bits from your every victim?"
"No," the raven twitched, then continued, "Well yes, to some extent. I need them for my experiments to ensure that I never age."
"You're a vampire," Sasori snorted, "ageing will never vex us."
"Not that age, Sasori-kun. Age," he grinned, pointing to his pallid complexion, "to make sure I never look old. We live a long time, but we do age physically as time passes."
Sasori gave him a long, odd look, and waved his hand dismissively. "Whatever. Just make sure to keep those revolting things away from me."
"Of course, Sasori-kun." The snake-like vampire purred, and headed away to stash away his new collection.
"Dumb fool," Sasori commented offhandedly after he had left.
A gentle breeze at the base of his neck alerted him to another presence, and he turned around swiftly.
A raven haired robed figure was knelt on the ground after his long run, which took up double the strength this time around as he had been carrying another body on his back as he did so.
The twelve year old on his back thumped her fists repeatedly on his back, sniveling in desperation and fear.
"Here." The raven lurched forward and let the blonde roll of his back and onto the hard ground, the latter gasping at the sudden release.
The red head glanced at the blonde at his feet, and frowned, giving the raven an incredulous stare.
"Itachi."
The raven nodded, and flexed his stiff muscles. "I picked up something on my way here," he said placidly. He looked down at the blonde pointedly, and the red head followed his gaze. "Thought I'd do you a favor."
Sasori felt his eyes widen in recognition momentarily as he scanned the body. Blonde hair. Long fringe. Small build.
Ino groaned suddenly, rolling over and opening her eyes torpidly. Light blue orbes glistened, watery and bloodshot.
Immediately, Sasori's lips pressed into a tight frown at the feminine face and unfamiliar, azure eyes.
He looked towards Itachi with a considerable amount of cynicism.
"Whats the meaning of this?" he demanded.
"Did you not want that blond to return your ornament?" Itachi smiled slightly, strangely resembling a feline in the dim lighting.
"Yes; but this," he spat, nodding towards the blonde, "this is not what I'm looking for. Can you not differentiate genders?"
"Of course she's not," Itachi replied, delibrately choosing to ignore the prick.
The red head searched his mind for an intellegent response but found none, settling for a bewildered-
"Huh?"
The raven grinned at the red head's baffled look, and bent down to grab the girl's shirt collar.
"It's not everyday someone can make the great Sasori gape like that."
Sasori quickly shut his agape jaws, and glared at the raven.
"That is because what you just said made no absolute sense."
"Does it not?" The raven drawled, lifting Ino by her t-shirt and carried her to the far corner of the alley.
To the red head, it was in a way similar to when someone would pinch a banana peel off the ground to discard in the nearest trash bin.
Itachi hated humans just as much as he did.
Yes, the red head hated humans; but he had absolutely no qualms with toying around with them. Humans were interesting, that much he would admit; and his life was getting more mundane with each passing day.
'Maybe it's heriditary,' he mused, reminiscing about how his father would play with his prey before killing them.
But there was once he did not succeed, and it was due to him dragging out the time to toy with his prey. They outsmarted him, and he paid the price with half-blind eyes and an empty stomach.
"Your mind is wandering."
The red head snapped to the present, and leered at the raven.
"No, what you said made zero sense. Why bring that cheap mimicry for, then?"
Sasori nodded towards the blonde sitting against the alley wall, perked up in awareness and dread.
"Sasori." Itachi began softly, and the red head instantly caught the nuance of derisiveness underlying the tone.
"Why did the cat bait its prey with cheese?"
The red head frowned at the question which seemingly made no relevance to the current situation. He turned and his gaze locked with the raven's, and his eyes widened.
"...to lure the mouse out..." Sasori breathed, eyes lit up in understanding.
"He would never come to us willingly," Itachi said, echoing Sasori's thoughts.
"And when he does..."
"We can offer a medium of exchange," Itachi grinned smugly, "your ring, for his sister."
Sasori glanced at the blonde slumped against the wall. That would explain why they looked so similar that it had tricked the red head into believing it was the other for a moment.
"You bastard," Sasori suddenly snarled, "you knew this all along!"
"It was amusing to see you figure it out yourself." Itachi smirked.
Sasori toyed with the urge to punch the smirk of his face, but decided against it. In this context, it would be more benefiting to have an ally by his side.
"That said, why are you still here?"
Itachi looked over at the red head, whose gaze held no hostility, only mild curiosity.
"To enjoy the show," he smirked, settling for leaning against the alley wall with his arms crossed across his chest.
'He forgot to add in that he stayed to leech off any leftovers after all this is over,' Sasori mused. That lazy bastard. He turned to face the alley mouth; looks like they would be expecting company soon.
A quick, frantic scampering of footsteps echoed down the street, which was loud despite the clamor throughout the whole neighborhood.
Humans were useless.
But they were interesting.
Heavy panting, and a quick halt of footfalls. The red head grinned at the black silhouette at the alley mouth.
Even so.
The blond turned panicked eyes upon the two occupants of the alley, chest heaving in exhaustion and fear.
Humans existed solely as a life sustenance for vampires.
XOXOXO
Sasodei interaction in the next chapter ;3 They finally meet again *Glasglow grin*
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