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Morphine: (jumps from behind Dream) Hi everyone! (victory pose)
Dream: (facepalm) Not this late at night, please. I'm tired. . .
Morphine: Pssh. . .whatever! Anyway, here's the next chapter of our wonderful story!
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Morphine: Did you lose the paper again?
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Dream: You guys rock our fishnet socks!
Morphine: (headdesk) Anyways, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Still don't own Naruto. Cause if we did, we'd know it. Our 'believe it' senses would start tingling! (gets smacked) I mean, our 'Dattebayo' senses. . .sorry. We only own Amaya and Aika, who are currently eatin' us out of house and home. . .so if someone wants to send food, we will be grateful! XD
Last Time on "As the Akatsuki Turns"
The girls were hurt, but survived and had some pretty hot nurses!
(it sounds like something that should be put in an Icha Icha novel)
Amaya is currently emoin' in a corner
Aika is (hopefully) snoggin' the pants off of her nurse, Sasori
Chapter 9: (insert Kyuubi here)
Instead of the cold touch that she was used to, the lips pressing into hers were warm. Actually, that was an understatement. They were burning Aika alive. And she welcomed the feeling. That is, until his tongue rubbed against her lower lip, demanding entrance.
She pulls back, her head slamming into the headboard. Aika winces, then looks up at the living puppet, her tears subsiding. "I think it would b-be best if I were alone right now." She whispers, inheriting her younger sister's speech impediment for a moment. "I can't let myself do something I'll regret later."
Sasori pulls away slowly. "Keep telling yourself that." He whispers, finally moving his hand off her cheek. "You wouldn't regret it, Aika-san." And then he was gone, a cloud of smoke the only sign of someone being there...
Leaving Aika alone with her thoughts. And she didn't like the way her body had reacted to her name on his lips. Or how intensely she had wanted to continue the make-out session. What she hated most, was that if she had to stay in this room with him for much longer, she wouldn't be able to resist him for long.
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Deidara sighs as he heads for his room. It is the lesser of two evils, in his opinion. Either sit out here with Kisame, Sasori, and Tobi, waiting for the puppeteer to go homicidal over Kisame's comments on his attitude (mostly telling him to get laid so he'd stop being such a whiny bitch). Or he could deal with the emotional kunoichi currently occupying his mind and his bed (and not in the way he wanted either).
The door opens, and he stares at the beautiful redhead across the room. Amaya hears the squeaking hinges and sits up slowly, to look over at him as well.
Some part of him jumps at the sight of this particular girl curled up in his bed, hair in massive tangles, and blue-green eyes barely opened. But he didn't like these feelings for the most part. It made him vulnerable...it meant that he had a weakness he could not control.
Without a word, he wanders over to the bed, faking a smile. She watches him sleepily as he reaches out and unwraps the bandage around her chest. He takes a quick look before turning toward the table. "It's looking better. Not much longer until the stitches can come out, un."
She bites down on her lower lip as he begins to clean up the wound with a wet cloth. Amaya really wasn't used to him playing nice. And he'd been doing it since she had woken up the first time after the failed trade-off. All she could do was wish that we would turn back into the monster that she could force herself to hate. This was the man who had captured her beloved Gaara-kun. And if it wasn't for Granny Chiyo, he'd be dead.
Instead, he is acting...well, sweet. Coupled with the loneliness, she couldn't help but lose the fight in her. She did notice one thing though. Ever since the confrontation with the sand shinobi, he refused to look her in the eye.
Deidara sighs silently and grabs the clean bandage sitting next to the water bowl. A hand suddenly latches onto his wrist. He glances up at her, but his gaze rests on her nose, never quite making it far enough to see her ocean water eyes. "May I take a shower first?"
He nods slowly, and backs away, minimizing the contact between them. A sad smile curves her lips as she pulls her hand away and heads for the bathroom.
Across the room, she catches her reflection in the mirror and finally see how the gash looked with the rest of her in the picture. The edges had started to heal well, and it looked like it would only leave a small scar that she could hide under a different shirt, or her Jounin vest...or the Akatsuki cloak. . .
She pulls her tank top over her head gingerly, avoiding her shoulder if at all possible, and tosses the purple material off to the side. Next, she unbuttons her pants, letting them pool around her feet. Steam fills the bathroom as she turns on the hot water, sitting on the edge of the tub. Her eyes watch as the water runs from the faucet, just staring at the movement. Adding cold water, she slips under the warm spray, hoping to wash away her thoughts as effectively as she was washing away the dirt and grime.
Unfortunately, her mind is still working on hyperdrive. She knows that there is only one reason they had saved her and Aika. They were going to be forced to join the Akatsuki. Surprisingly, no tears came to her eyes at this point. Just a pain in her chest as her shinobi side warred with her natural human instinct to survive. There were no other options for her and she knew it...join or die.
She quickly finishes the shower, doing her best to avoid reopening her wounds. At least she had been able to wash her hair thoroughly. She dried the crimson locks, deciding to once again leave them out of the braids. Her nose crinkles up as she realizes that she has to put on her dirty clothes again. . .
Once she is dressed, she walks out of the bathroom and back to the bed. The rock nin was now sitting on the bed, but other than that, he hadn't moved. He glances quickly in her direction as she sits down beside him and immediately starts wrapping her wound. "Just so you know." He whispers, making her jump at the sudden noise. "I'll be gone for the next three days. Leader-sama has decided that if you haven't joined us by the time Sasori-no-danna and I get back, you will die, un." He tucks the gauze in, so it will stay in place, then stands up to leave, feeling hopeless for the first time in a long time.
Her pink lips tremble slightly, as she finally makes a decision...she reaches up and grabs his wrist. And for the first time in days, he looks into her eyes. "Deidara-san, please stay. I don't want to be alone."
Pale blue eyes widen in shock, recognizing the fiery need hidden in those sea-like depths. Without another clear though, he gives into the silent begging and sits back down beside her. She smiles and slips her hand up his arm, being incredibly bold for someone who stuttered at almost every word. Shivers course through his body as he feels her fingers lightly touch his cheek.
Amaya moves to her knees, knowing that there is no going back now. As soon as she had asked him to stay, this moment was inevitable. She leans in closer, but stops herself, honestly wondering if the pain and heartbreak her and Aika would suffer was worth this one moment of selfishness. Did it still count as a betrayal if everyone thought she was dead?
The blonde Akatsuki notice all of the emotions running through her mind. . .but, just as she had thought, this was the point of no return. He cradles the back of her neck in one of his hands and takes the decision away from her. Their lips crash together, and all the doubts in her mind disappear. All she can think of is him...and the way he made her feel, holding her like this. Her teeth graze against his lower lip, wanting the kiss to go further.
He opens his mouth and pushes through, exploring her mouth thoroughly, with his tongue. Deidara smirks as she wraps her arms around his neck and arches into him. She pulls off the band holding his hair up and flings it across the room without breaking contact, her fingers delving into the gorgeous yellow locks.
A growl echoes around them as he pulls away from her and pushes the kunoichi onto the bed before him. Crimson surrounds her head like a halo of blood, making him grin even bigger. He stares down at the girl who's looking up in a haze, before pulling his shirt off and tossing it out of the way.
The redhead returns the smirk and reaches out to trace his abdomen, but he grabs her hands and holds them above her head. Suddenly their faces are only inches apart. Her breath catches in her throat, but is soon released in a moan as he brushes his lips over the pulse in her neck. In the back of her mind, she can feel something mimicking Deidara's licks and nibbles on her neck. . .but it is on her wrist. But as soon as his teeth clamp down on her ear, she no longer cares.
She can feel his other hand unbuttoning her pants, and suddenly begins to panic. But another passionate kiss stops any protest and soon his lips are drifting down her body, kissing the newly exposed skin...
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(could end it there, but decided not too)
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Two Days Later: (evil laughter)
Aika gazes up at the ceiling, thanking Kami-sama for the past few days alone. Sasori had come back an hour after their incident (as she liked to call it), to tell her he was going on a mission for three days. And he'd said it from a safe distance as well.
Unfortunately, that puppet bastard hadn't left her worry-free. He had given her the leader's ultimatum…join the Akatsuki or become a puppet. So now she is curled up in his bed, the smell of wood and blood surrounding her, trying to decide which path she should take.
Judging by the flyer (and she didn't think they were smart enough to forge one), all of Konohagakure believed that the Takeda twins had died with honor. Which had proved those stupid fucknuts on the elder council wrong. So she could go ahead and die, making everything true. But she can't help but worry about Amaya…her sister was so much more important than restoring her family's honor, no matter what the shinobi code said.
It went against every one of her instincts to join. No matter what she felt for Akasuna no Sasori, she would die. It was truly her only option.
Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, making her flinch. She could almost hear a buzzer going off, signaling that she has run out of time. Aika sucks in a deep breath and yells out. "Yeah?!"
The door cracks open, and a head pops in.
Morphine: I think the readers might want to kill us with all the cliffies. . ..
Dream: Blame me. I divide them. . .it was a good point to end it. Besides, I still have a blush on my cheeks from Amaya and Deidara's little scene. Especially when the song "Innocence" by Halestorm came on in the middle. . .
Morphine: Oh yeah. . .(grins) Sorry about not makin' it a lemon. We wrote this part before decidin' on putting citrus in!
Dream: But lemons will be coming soon. . .if it's still what everyone wants! So read, review, and vote in our poll if you haven't already!
Morphine: Flames are accepted. . .this time, we are gonna roast. . .(thinks about it) KABUTO!
Until next time, and remember, you can resist everything. . .but Temptation.
