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Chapter 4: Egotistical

Anata re-entered the kitchen, her face flustered with the embarrassment she was feeling. Her encounter with Sasori had her heart racing. Deidara was the first to turn to her. "Did he actually take the food, hm?" He asked, his one blue eye wide with surprise. She rubbed the back of her head.

"Uhm…no. I left the food in there." She replied, walking over to the now empty pots as his gaze followed her. She felt so awkward. Eyes were watching the back of her head, daring her to do something stupid. "…He uh…told me what he was."

"Ah, the fact that he's not human…?" Leader asked, leaning back in his chair as he watched her as well. She nodded slowly. "I thought you would have known that when you first saw him."

"Well, I kind of…didn't know he was the same person until you'd introduced him." She said, feeling even more embarrassed by this. She wasn't going to mention that the puppet almost made her swoon, mainly because of the personality he possessed.

"I don't blame you there, yeah…" Deidara replied, biting slightly at his lower lip. "His normal appearance looks incredibly human. The form you saw was a puppet that he works inside, hm…" She sighed, starting on cleaning up the mess. She was going to be a slave here too, she was sure.

"Anyway…" Leader turned to the other men. "I've already told you our priority. So Itachi and Kisame, head out as soon as possible. Zetsu is already searching for the main base." The shark nodded, standing up and leaving the room, followed by the Uchiha. The others must have left earlier because the only ones left were Leader and Deidara. Not for much longer though.

"Should I show her, Leader-Sama, hm?" Deidara asked, rising from his seat. Leader followed suit, turning to head back into his office.

"Make sure it's set up correctly first…" He replied before gliding out of the room. Great…she was stuck with the blonde again. He grinned at her.

"Well, looks like you're stuck with me. Sasori-Danna and I aren't assigned to anything, so I'll be training with you." His face seemed to fall. She guessed this was a waste of time to him. He grabbed her arm suddenly, dragging her into the main room, and sitting her down on the tattered couch. "Wait here…"

Before she had the chance to reply, he was gone. She slumped against the couch, folding her hands into her lap as she waited. The main room was so damned dark and eerie. She wasn't enjoying being alone there. But at the same time, the alone time was quite relieving.

She didn't get that alone time for long though. One of the Akatsuki members walked into the main room, his smirk growing more at the sight of her alone on the couch. She knew him…he was the one that both Leader and Deidara warned her about.

"Damn, they left you alone?" He chuckled, walking forward. She quickly tried to think of what to say or do. She wasn't allowed to talk back to anyone, but couldn't Hidan be an exception?

"Deidara-San said he'd be right back." She replied in a soft voice, hoping that would drive him to leave her alone. But it didn't. Next thing she knew, he'd grabbed her and pulled her into his lap as he sat on the couch. "Uhm…what are you-?"

"Shut up." Her mouth snapped closed. "You are so fucking small, I could snap you in two." He grinned at her lowered eyes. "Damn, if only."

She was definitely afraid now. Would she get in trouble if she lashed out at him? She was unsure, but she wasn't about to let him touch her. As this thought came to mind, she felt something hard pressing against her thigh. Her face went red with surprise. How the hell could someone get a hard-on so damned fast?!

"…Hidan-San…please, let me up." She croaked, squeaking when he'd ignored her, instead reaching up to roughly grab her breast.

"Damn, not exactly as big as I like them, but that doesn't matter." Her eyes widened. The nerve he had! She brought back her fist to punch him, but he caught on before she hit his face. His hand left her mound to snatch the flying punch. "Bitch, you've got some real guts, you know that?" He snarled.

His other hand dug into her back, actually pinching skin and she whimpered, her fisted hand unwrapping once again. He tossed her off, pressing her face into the cushion of the couch with his left hand as his right traveled over her legs, which were folded underneath her. She cursed herself for wearing shorts.

This wasn't supposed to happen. She tried to push herself from off the couch, but the pressure of his hand against the back of her head only made it impossible. She continued to make noises, protests as he gave a hard slap to her bottom. She gasped, coming to a sudden stop.

"Good, now stay that way. Your fucking struggling doesn't make this easier on either of us." Even his voice frightened her. She kept at a complete halt, pleading and praying to herself. His hand reached forward to cup the front of her shorts, pressing against her still covered core. She continued to whimper. "Holy shit, you ARE small…" He chuckled. "I'm gonna have so much fun with you, Anata."

The use of her first name…now she didn't want to hear it anymore. Her body was shaking slightly; tears burned her eyes. Her one wish was to kick him so hard that he couldn't use that sick fucking thing ever again. If only he wasn't so strong.

"Hidan, what the fuck, un?!" She heard Deidara's voice from the side. About time. She was about to burst into tears and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Fuck off, terrorist! She's not here for any particular fucking reason, it's only fair if some of us get her too! Besides, I think it was my fucking turn!" Hidan yelled, gripping the back of her head until he was nearly ripping her hair from its roots.

"She's off limits, dumbshit, yeah!!!" She heard the footsteps coming towards them and found herself being yanked off the couch. Deidara pulled her to his chest, still cursing out the immortal. "She's not going to be another one of your sacrifices, Hidan!"

"Shit, Deidara, you are a fucking buzz kill! This whole house is full of rapists, there is no way she's going to stay a fucking innocent for long." Hidan seethed before leaving the room, stomping off.

Anata shuddered. Rapists…she wanted to leave this place. She was going to die. The man holding onto her right now…he did that stuff to girls too. She knew that from when she woke up in his room. But right now, he'd just saved her ass, like he said he wouldn't be able to do all the time. For that, she was grateful.

"…Th-thank you…Deidara-san…" She whispered. It was just it. She knew her place. She wouldn't get anywhere trying to fight off the truth. She might as well have been a regular woman with no chakra at all.

"I told you, stupid, hm…I'm not going to save your ass all the time. So start watching yourself." He told her. He was the one who'd told her to wait and left her alone…but she wouldn't tell him that. Instead, she nodded.

"Yes, Deidara-San…" She mumbled, gently pulling away from him. She felt so violated and disgusting, she just wanted to scrub his fingers off of her skin. She looked up to the blonde. "What were you doing?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Don't worry about it, un. Come on." He ordered, turning to head into one of the hallways, with her at his heels. In the way back of the hallway was a large metal door. He pulled it open. The walls inside were made of stone, slightly cracked and broken in a few places from collateral damage.

"What's this?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's the inside training room, yeah. Since you aren't allowed to go outside yet, you have to do your training in here. It's fairly large, so space shouldn't be an issue, hm…" He seemed to be talking like a professional, but she got the thought that he was just rambling.

"So, you're going to train with me?" She asked, walking into the well-lighten room, looking around at the boring gray walls. He closed the door behind him.

"I find it to be useless, un. I think you can train by yourself, but Leader-Sama insists…" He grumbled. "This is only going to show you what my powers are and that's what I don't like. Any other way I wouldn't care, yeah."

"Well…you could just do taijutsu with me, Deidara-San…" She offered, looking over at him. The look on his face answered that for her. He wasn't a close range fighter.

"Shut up and just show me anything you've got, yeah. I have to report this bullshit back to Leader." He retorted, shoving his hands in his cloak into the pouches at his sides. She really didn't want to fight. She was frustrated and tired. But she had no say-so in this.

Bringing her arms up, she made a few hand signs. Her main style was wind…how was that going to work with a long-ranged fighter?! He was boxed up actually…she had the advantage until their training was moved outside. She flashed her last sign, bringing her palms down as if she were about to summon something. Instead, a blue aura swirled around her hands. "Wind Style: Rising Whirl"

A small disc built under her hands, flashing a clear color. The disc was mainly wind collected and mixed with chakra to stay at a standstill on her palm, which also emit chakra. Deidara watched with interest, his hands slowly chewing up the clay in his pouches, thinking he'd start off with C1. As dangerous as they may be, she could handle it.

What really irked him was the fact that using explosives in that shithole of a room wasn't going to be very smart. But it was Leader that ordered HIM to fight her INSIDE. He waited impatiently for her to move.

Anata finally stood straight, holding the disc out in front of her. Deidara seemed to be waiting. But he was in for a slight surprise. She didn't have to move for this attack. "Shinju…" She whispered. The wind shot forward at an incredible speed, straight at the awaiting blonde.

He just barely caught himself, flipping to the side, sliding across the stony floor as the wind headed for the wall where he once stood. "That's not good enough, yeah!" He grinned at her. She smiled in response. His immediately fell. What was that look for?

The disc spiraled to the right, right before hitting the wall and flew back at Deidara. "Ack!" He jumped to the side again. It was fairly easy to block the attack. "Come on, Kohiki, this is stupid, un! I can dodge this thing with ease!" He yelled at her.

Fine, he wanted it, he asked for it. She flashed to one side, moving from side to side, trying to confuse him while controlling the flying disc. He dodged it once more, turning around with a wide eye to see her falling from behind him with another disc in her hand. She gave it a hard toss at him.

He grimaced. So, two of them? She had good chakra control obviously. "Art is fleeting beauty…" He rose one hand as he dodged, his centipede C1 slithering from his cloak sleeve. He backed up quickly, making a hand sign as it collided with one of the wind discs. The explosions wasn't as big as it usually was, but enough to stop the power and make it disappear.

"Not bad, Kohiki, yeah. Keep trying." He chuckled.

"Already did." She answered from right behind him. Before he had a chance to react, she grabbed his arm and twisted it, flipping him hard onto his back onto the ground. The second wind disc dispersed as she looked down at him. "Sorry, Deidara-San." She let go of his arm and he got up quickly, fuming mad. She didn't really blame him…he was knocked down so easily.

"Good for you…" He growled, his face slightly red. He was embarrassed. She smiled lightly at him. If he'd just stop talking, he would have had a better chance.

"I'm sorry, really." She frowned as he continued to glare at her. Scoffing, he grabbed her throat, backing her into the stone wall. She blinked. "What did I do?" She asked, shivering at the cold rock on her back.

"I saved you from Hidan and you flip me." He hissed. So, he was trying to make excuses for losing now? She sighed deeply. He was…so…egotistic.

"I said I'm sorry. You told me to show you…" She answered, pulling her neck into her shoulders. He huffed and roughly grabbed her chin, jerking her head up to slam his lips on hers. She gasped, grabbing at his shoulders. This only proceeded to him tightening his grip on her chin.

She'd never been kissed before and this was not how she'd imagined her first one. Especially not with a man from the Akatsuki. Not with…the bomber!

His leg pressed between hers, her being so small, he didn't have to put much effort in lifting her slightly with his knee pressed against her. This made her gasp again and he took this opportunity to thrust his tongue through her lips.

Her face turned red. She actually liked his kiss, though it was rougher than she would care to have. His tongue curled around hers, the grip on her chin loosening ever so slightly. She gave a soft moan into his mouth, which made him grin against her. Her eyes slid closed as she felt the need for air pressing at her lungs, about as hard as his lips were pressed to hers.

When he finally pulled away, she was gasping for breath and he had already torn her shirt open. Before she managed to protest, he cupped her breast in one hand, dipping down to bite at her neck. The mouth on his hand bit at the fabric covering her bosom.

"Deidara-San…d-don't…" She whispered, her lower lip trembling. He scowled.

"Forget it, get used to it. Trust me, I'm a lot easier on you than Hidan will ever be, yeah. He's the last one you want touching you like he did earlier. That was nothing compared to what he's done to other girls, hm…" These words made her tremble.

"B-But…" She started. A yell came from the main room. It sounded a lot like Leader. Deidara groaned angrily.

"God dammit, un!" He pushed off of her, letting her body fall to the floor. "You got off lucky again!" He wiped at his cheek, grumbling. "Let's go, hm." He pulled open the metal door and walked out towards the main hall.

Afraid of following him, but more afraid of Hidan seeing her alone again, she stood up, her hand covering her mouth as she followed him out. For some reason, his words when they were battling came back to her mind.

Art is fleeting beauty…

Fleeting…she shook her head. So…Sasori thought art was eternal…Deidara thought art was fleeting. It was the artists…the ones that were so confusing to her. She hadn't been around Sasori enough. But what just happened with Deidara…

She shook her head. She feared for her well-being. Feared for her sanity. Just how long until she broke? More importantly…

Who was going to break her?

Me: Whelp, there we goes!!! 8D I is happy person nao!!! Lol, I love my perverted moments. Hope you readers did too!

Deidara: I'm not that weak, you know, yeah…

Me: I knooow, but I'm like…epic fail at fight scenes. *Cry face* Sorrryyyy…

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