in for the kill
note1: blah I don't know what to write. People are difficult. I could spend a thousand words describing a tree, but people? They're impossible.
note2:I should have written this instead of a Fire Emblem fic... Bad me.
arc one: dawning
chapter: appearances
While Sakura and Sasori were having their little reunion, the rest of the Akatsuki was trying to figure out what the hellwas actually going on. Pein had told them they would be introduced to a new member, one who would strengthen their ties with Konoha. (Which really meant for them not to fuck it up and kill the new member, or he would personally see them to their graves.) Said shinobi was supposed to be top notch, a jonin well on their way to a S-Class status. He never said anything about a petite woman with pink hair who seemed to be having some sort of stare down with Sasori.
They all watched her curiously, trying to meld her appearance with the fearsome shinobi Pein had spoken of, nobody quite succeeding. She looked far too innocent, too fragile, to be a killer like themselves. She had emerged from Kisame's cloak and was now curled up comfortably on his lap (Lucky bastard. Why'd he get the pretty girl already?), having a tentative conversation with the puppet master. She was far too comfortable for one surrounded by deadly men, each a little bit crazy in their own way.
But they knew better than to judge by appearances. Take Hidan, for example. Many had been deceived by his angelic looks, only to be slaughtered when he had gotten what he wanted from them. This woman might be some sort of psychotic sadist, sleeping with her victims before decapitating them (or was that praying mantises...?).
They had no idea of what lay behind the kunoichi's pretty face. She was apparently friends with their resident shark-man, who had a habit of going on bloodthirsty killing sprees when bored. That wasn't so promising.
But then again, she wasn't frightened of his abnormal appearance either. Didn't even seem to notice it, actually. Plus, she was holding a conversation with Sasori, who was notoriously short tempered and intolerant of things such as idiocy and weakness. She couldn't be all that bad.
So they would wait and see. They would pass judgment on her later, once they understood her more. When they knew what made her tick, what she fought for, what she thought of them. (They were curious, you see. They hadn't had anyone new join their little group in a long time, and rarely spent time fraternizing with other shinobi and civilians. Being wanted criminals had its downsides.)
So they wouldn't pass judgement on this tiny woman who had invaded their lives, not until they had seen more of her than just her appearance.
note3: This one was kinda serious... Eh, it happens. Next one will be funny. And maybe a little gory, but I might save that for later.
note4: I love you people who favorite, review and alert. It keeps me writing, knowing somebody likes my crack filled story fluff.
