Disclaimer: Nibi-Nekomata is an eighteen year old American girl - she does not own Naruto, never has, and never will. This is a purely fictional story. Amelia is her own OC, however, and is based upon her vaguely. Any likeness to other persons living or dead or fictitious is purely coincidental and no copyright infringement is intended. Thank you! See you at the bottom, ladies and gentlemen!
Plans Change
Amelia's mother had been home all day for two days now. Amelia had been forced to stay outside for large chunks of the day because of this. Of course, she was also doing her best during those two days to avoid Deidara and Sasori. When Nagato and Kakuzu and Itachi left to return their applications, the female had decided it was time to go inside and hide.
The second day, which was actually the current day, just earlier, the girl had watched as Nagato left her with the other four. "You're not seriously leaving me here alone with them, are you? If you come back and can't find me, you know what happened, right?" She knew she could just go inside and hide, but really, where was the fun in that? Or at least how did it help anything.
"Just don't do anything stupid, Amelia," the man stated, frowning slightly at the girl.
"I don't try to..." she muttered, crossing her arms and stalking back to the bench swing.
That had been two hours before Kakuzu got a call back, leaving the girl with the three apparent youngest members. This trio also happened to be comprised of the two men who would gladly kill her and Itachi, which was of no comfort, and then Itachi had gotten called away without Amelia noticing.
For another hour she had been content with dashing back and forth across the yard, dancing like an idiot and singing without really caring who's ears she was making bleed. And then that came crashing to a halt when she landed wrong from a jump and discovered that she should have been on the ground. Only she wasn't.
Startled, even when the chakra strings were removed after she had apparently regained her balance, the female still fell onto the ground, only with a lot less momentum. She let out a yelp half comprised of shock and confusion. "Ow," she muttered, pushing herself up and glaring half-heartedly at her ankle, which she assumed had been the cause of her fall. She had twisted it before, and it gave her a lot of trouble.
"What, no thank you?" Sarcasm dripped off the poison laced voice and Amelia froze in place, eyes widening.
"Th-thank you?" She stuttered, forcing herself to move now.
"It's not a question, girl," Amelia frowned, setting her eyes on her house now. The music had stopped and she pulled the earphones out of her ears, not wanting Sasori's voice to be muffled. How close was he to her back? What weapons did he still have installed?
"Sorry," she muttered softly, "thank you for not letting me break my ankle," she glared at the house, still moving toward it and trying not to break into a run. Where was Itachi? Wasn't he supposed to be keeping these two off of her?
"If you think Itachi's going to save you, he's gone," she could hear the smirk in his voice and it sent ice down her spine.
"Wh-my mom's here, it doesn't matter if he isn't. You'll blow your own cover," she had made it out of the fence now and was aware of how she was being shadowed.
"We can still sneak in without her knowing. Besides, it's hot out here, girl. Do you want us to die again?" Her lips pursed together and she bit back the 'yes!' that danced just on her tongue.
"Of course not. That'd be cruel of me to want that," she bounded up onto the porch and spun around, glaring at the brown eyed male. "Now why don't you go back around the house. I'm sure it's cooler in the shade without your cloak on then it is standing in the sunlight with it on," she spun around and reached for the door, annoyed when her arm stopped midway. "Or we can play this game," she said as she was forced to turn around. "Do you want me to apologize? Because if you do, then you can stop holding your breath - oh, wait! You can't hold your breath. You don't have lungs," she found that she was snarling at the man and that he appeared slightly taken aback (again, it was hard for her to tell exactly; Sasori had two moods that Amelia could easily discern - bored and annoyed with everyone and ticked off beyond belief) by her sudden shift from docile to snappy.
"I'd prefer if you were the one holding your breath," he growled. The female narrowed her eyes on him.
"Well I'd prefer if you dropped dead, but it appears neither of us are going to get what we want, so let's come to a compromise. I'll leave you and your brat alone, you and your brat leave me alone, and we coexist in the same area until the other three earn enough money to rent an apartment. This shouldn't take that long. Then you'll all be out of my hair and I'll be out of your hair, and we won't have to be at each other's throats, sound good?" She spun away and stalked back up to the door. At some point, probably right after he had dragged her down, the man had released her. But she had remained within five inches of the highly dangerous male.
"I thought you said you didn't want us to die," he snapped at her back as she grabbed the handle. Her head turned around and her green eyes showed that she was holding back something akin to malice.
"Plural, no. Singular? Drop. Dead," she opened the door and stormed inside. Her mother was thankfully on her computer. The girl went into her room, shut her door softly, and then pitched herself face down onto her bed and burst into tears.
"-lia, wake up," the voice was oddly soft and gentle. For a moment the girl was confused, blinking away sleep and tears. She looked first at the glowing numerals on her clock, seeing that it was around two in the morning, and secondly she noted that it was not her mother who had woke her up, which made her jump about two feet sideways so that she slammed herself into the wall. The bruise that she had been given twinged as it hit the wall and she snapped her eyes shut, forcing herself to breathe and calm down.
"S-sorry Nagato..." she finally muttered. No, not two in the morning. The sun was up. She had mistaken the five for a two at first glance. She'd been curled up for almost three hours.
"Sasori tells me that you told him to drop dead," there was actually something similar to amusement in the man's eyes.
"Well...he...and..." she frowned and dropped her head.
"I told you not to antagonize them," Amelia flicked her eyes up, frown still in place.
"He didn't have to stop me from falling," she said, settling herself back fully onto her bed and crossing her arms.
"But he did. That's twice now that he's stopped being self centered and helped you. And you've managed to make an enemy out of him. And Deidara," Amelia sighed.
"Well, that's two out of five. But I didn't say anything untrue to him. You'll all be gone in the next...two weeks at most," she picked up the teddy bear that she had been sleeping with and plucked at the fur on it, not wanting to look up.
"We can be gone sooner, if you'd like," for a moment the girl seemed unable to decide.
"Dad will be home soon...Saturday...it'd be best if you were all gone by Friday," he had left on a Friday, and it was now Wednesday.
"That's plenty of time," the man stood up and left the room, leaving the girl to fall back on her bed and stare at her ceiling.
"And to think this all started off so well..." she rolled over onto her side, staring at her wall. "Why can't this be like a poorly written fiction, or something? Why is it so...GAH!" She jumped as something touched her arm, startling her bad enough so that she slipped sideways between her bed and the wall.
When she pulled herself back up, scowling, it was to see Kakuzu half doubled over and gasping for breath from laughing. "You, sir, are a class A example of a complete and total mule," she pulled herself out of the hole and sat cross legged on her bed, scowling slightly.
"And you're the one who's throwing us out after tomorrow," the man stated, having gathered himself once more.
"I don't have a choice," was her reply as she picked up her bear and began to pick at it again. She didn't want to throw them out, heavens no. But when your options come down to throwing the S Rank criminals out or being killed by them, well, the option is clear.
"Everyone has a choice, girly," Kakuzu said. Her eye twitched slightly but she still didn't look up.
"Not with you people. It's this or death, I think, and I happen to like living."
"So did we," the man muttered. This brought her eyes up and then they snapped back down. She bit her lip as he left her room.
"But...you're not dead here," she said softly, spinning her bear in her hands. "You're all alive...and just as dangerous..." she sighed, slipping off of her bed and going to feed her dogs. Her mood did not improve the rest of the night, though her parents simply attributed it to her friends online. They were usually a source of angst for the girl, after all.
A/N: Heheh~ I figured it was time to be reminded that these are not fluffy bunnies or kittens or puppies, but real live (evil!) human beings.
I had to alter the second part because I didn't like the way I was initially taking it. I like this one much better. I'm thinking this might end up just being a seven or eight chapter fiction, since it appears like we're reaching the end.
Word Count: 1,603
Time: About an hour.
