Yo yo yo Author in da HOUSE! We're back with hopefully an even better chapter! I apologize for the ridiculously long update breaks, but my teacher has been cramming all of these last-second assignments in before the summer which, here in the U.S., is only a little less than three months away! *Le gasp* I've been in a bit of a slump lately, so that contributed some, too, but I'm in a better mood now so I wanted to get back to work! Hope you likey! Also: Want any OC?
Disclaimer: Hey Kisame! Kisame: Hm? Oh, right, happy birthday,
Author-san! Author: Kisame, my birthday wasa week ago (YES REALLY!). I meant the other thing. Kisame: Oh! Author-san owns nothing except this story thingy. Kishimoto owns everything. Also: REVIEW OR SAMEHADA AND I WILL HAVE A LITTLE FUN CHOPPING YOU INTO SUSHI! LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT! Author: O-kay-eee…Um, let's go to the story?
Normal POV
Tobi wandered through the forest, smirking under his mask as he did so.
"Those fools…actually believing I was that idiotic tool Akira. Bah. Such an insult!" he said to himself.
"But, hey, do I really want them to find out my true identity?" he thought out loud.
Meanwhile- In Kakuzu's lab/medical care/whatever
"C'mon, Deidara! Wake up! If you die I'll lose AT LEAST a week's worth of pay!" Kakuzu said worriedly.
It had been at least three hours since Deidara had been under the genjutsu, maybe more, and said bomber hadn't even shown a sign that he was still alive other than the reassuring rising and falling of his chest.
He had only been considered even moderately stable for an hour. Kakuzu sighed and went to go and change the water for the cloth on Deidara's forehead. Dei's cheeks were red and his face had a few beads of sweat from fever. The genjutsu being used was still unclear- even Itachi hadn't the faintest idea what it was. The only other option was to capture "Akira" and try to force him to speak-which was very unlikely to happen. Ahem. Kakuzu reentered the laboratory with a bowl of fresh water and a concerned expression underneath his mask. He was startled to see the youngest Akatsuki member sitting on the edge of the bed with his gaze focused on the clock.
"D-D-Deidara?" was the only thing that Kakuzu managed to splutter before remembering that he now had to report to Leader-sama with the details.
"Right, uh…stay right here!" the stitch ninja said hurriedly before
speed-walking down the hall. Why? 'Cause S-ranked criminals are too cool to run…or too lazy. Whichever. However, he neglected to ask why Deidara had been looking at the clock with an "OMG something pretty damn bad's gonna happen lieksavemehplz" expression on his face for so long.
Pffft. Like that mattered.
Anyway, he burst through Pain's door and began to talk so fast he sounded more retarded than Tobi dumping coffee, soda, sugar, MONSTER, RedBull and 5 Hour Energy into a bowl and drinking it.
"Say WHAT?" Pain asked, blinking as he did so.
Kakuzu panted.
"Deidara…breathing…awake…sleepy…" and with that, Kakuzu was unconscious.
Pain stood over him, a confuddled expression on his face. Then, realization hit. Hauling Kakuzu's limp body, he ran as fast as he could over to the lab and threw said rag doll's body on one of the beds. He saw Deidara and he immediately froze.
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"Leader-sama? Why am I here and why don't I remember anything except being knocked out and a clock always being shown with a creepy voice in my head?"
No, I remember Tobi…as much as I may not want to…
Tobi's POV
I'm surprised Itachi didn't tell them that Akira died years ago on a mission…and he knows my true identity. I wonder why he hasn't alerted anyone of my true being? Oh well…and soon my plan shall be revealed…
MUAHAHAHAHAHA
How bizarre, my dearies…
