Chapter Ten: Swear Your Allegiance
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Red lips. Hair brushed. Painted black eyes. Fierce face.
Chikaze looked in the floor length mirror, slipping her garters on and counting her weapons. She then put on her Akatsuki robe and ring, giving herself one last glance in the mirror before she left her room to meet Sasori and Deidara at the entrance of the hide-out. Deidara was taken aback at Chikaze appearance since she'd let herself go for a couple of weeks. He blinked at her, his lips parted and his hands fiddling with his kasa hat.
"What're you doing, Deidara, catching flies?" Chikaze rolled her eyes as she followed Sasori out in his Hiruko puppet. Deidara shut his mouth, showing great annoyance on his face. He followed silently whilst watching Chikaze carefully. He was surprised that she bent so easily for them and how she pulled herself together so quickly.
The time flew and they were not far from reaching the village. Chikaze walked beside Deidara, slowing herself down. "You've had that face on for a while. Something wrong?" Her tone was sympathetic despite what he had done to her just a few days ago. Deidara put on his kasa, looking away from Chikaze, "I... I... I just-" Deidara couldn't get his words out without feeling like he was ruining this horrible, dominating image he had created of himself in front of Chikaze. "If you don't want to talk about it, then I won't force you. But just so you know, I won't be a difficulty to you any more," she said sincerely, putting her kasa on as well. She looked forward, seeing the outline of her home. She took a deep breath, exhaling through her mouth and closing her eyes gently. Chikaze was startled by Deidara gripping on to her forearm, making her wince from the pressure on her bruises.
Deidara loosened his grip, feeling guilty, "I'm sorry." Chikaze paused for a moment with Sasori ahead of them. "W-What?" Chikaze turned to look at him, her hair flowing with the mild wind. Deidara released her and continued to catch up with Sasori, leaving Chikaze in her thoughts. Sorry? Sorry for what? She seemed clueless but scrapped the thought as she swiftly followed the two.
The entrance to the village could never have been any more familiar. Chikaze's heart crumbled. She wanted to crawl in there and beg for forgiveness and everything would be okay, but it was far cry from reality. Sasori turned his head to look at Chikaze, he could sense that she was the tiniest bit reluctant but there was no turning back now, "I'm not going to ask you but I'm telling you that you better do what we've planned, otherwise your punishment will be unimaginable." Chikaze nodded as the three of them entered the two huge walls surrounding the village, easily infiltrating the village thanks to Yura, Sasori's subordinate, who had slaughtered all the men stationed as guards.
Yura recognised Chikaze, looking at her wide-eyed, "Yamauchi-san.. you're-" Chikaze glared at him, "Move." Her voice was stern and cold, making Yura snap his head around and bring them through to the village, stepping over fresh corpses. They looked over at the village. Chikaze stared lovingly at what was her home, cherishing every moment she spent here with her family, friends and Gaara. Whilst she was in her own world, Deidara had begun to make his "art".
"Sasori no Danna, you can just wait here and watch," Deidara spoke, snapping Chikaze out of it. She turned to see Deidara made a huge bird, something he was dying to show off. Deidara jumped on to his giant bird, "I'll attack the village from above," he announced, taking his kasa off and asking Sasori what he thought about his art, to only have a cold reply about waiting too long. Deidara turned to Chikaze, motioning his head for her to follow him. Obediently, Chikaze leaped on beside Deidara who grabbed her by her long, black hair and pushed her down to her knees. The bird took off, lifting itself up off the ground. It began to fly straight towards the Kazekage's headquarters. "Who would have guessed that a Jinchuriki would have made it as the Kazekage. Gaara of the Sand, I wonder what he'll be like," Deidara thought out aloud to Chikaze's discomfort. She had knelt down, resting on her legs as she looked at her village from below, mainly looking at the direction of her clan's estate. Chikaze had been dreading this day since they had announced it. It became so unbearable that she could feel a pain in her chest and an ache in her body that everything became so unimportant, causing her to lose sight and focus of everything thrown at her.
She had been a huge burden since that day: her witty mouth had been silenced, her ego had plummeted and her dislike and constant abuse towards Deidara had died down. It had been quiet for Deidara, who would usually be amused by their arguing. He was still in denial of his feelings towards Chikaze, even though he made it slight more than obvious. He had never shown any true interest in woman before as to him they were not worthy nor interesting enough for him to even bother with. They weren't even worth his art. But somehow he had begun to feel strange around this girl who had come to them to basically act as their whore and soldier.
The two had spent plenty of time with each other, what with Sasori never really getting involved in conversation and keeping to himself, improving and obsessing over his puppets. Even though Chikaze and Deidara argued and bickered over the slightest things, they seemed to get along otherwise. "Do you ever wonder how things would have turned out for you if you had done things differently?" Chikaze once asked him whilst they were sitting alone on a cliff looking out at the sea. The Sun wasn't long from setting and it had given the sea an orange hue. The sky was peachy and blue. Deidara looked at her, the lines on his forehead defining. "I tend not to think about trivial things," he answered coldly, avoiding probing questions that could make him doubt himself. He looked toward the horizon, keeping his eyes away from Chikaze's. "I get it, you don't want to answer," Chikaze smiled a genuine smile, feeling the last bit of warmth from the Sun as it slowly lowered itself, "Even though my choices were made for me, it really didn't turn out so bad..."
Deidara slowly turned his head to her, looking at her face that was illuminated by the sunset. He felt his heart melt watching this angelic woman beside him smile so happily despite the situation she had been put in. "... I know that it hasn't been an ideal life for me and there's been a lot of twists, but... I've really come to appreciate my time with you," Chikaze paused, looking at the sparkling ocean ahead of her, "You're the only I can really talk to, even though sometimes you might not listen or have anything to say. As far as I know, the only thing you and I have in common is that we were both forced into this organisation..." She stared at her lap, "... obviously for different reasons." Chikaze inhaled deeply as she let herself fall on her back, her legs dangling over the cliff. She looked at the sky, now sparkling with stars. Deidara laid beside her, "Sometimes, I feel that I could have made a better person out of myself... maybe be in the arms of a woman who could deal with my art, possibly become someone important to someone else." It was the first time he had ever opened up to anyone in a long time.
Chikaze looked at him and smiled the smile he secretly adored. "I don't know if I would suffice," she said as she sat up, patting her lap for Deidara to rest his head on, "But I'm sure I'm better than nothing." His eyebrows furrowed as she continued to smile at him. He too sat up and inched towards, laying his head gently on to her lap. Deidara let himself really relax, which was also the first time in a long time that he had done so. "You're more than satisfactory," Deidara half joked as he let a smirk crawl on to his face. He closed his eyes as Chikaze began to stroke and play with his long blonde hair. She began to question herself, was she letting herself get too involved with Deidara when she felt so deeply about Gaara? Was Deidara just some kind of replacement or is she genuinely starting to like him in some weird way?
"Deidara... if we had met in another life, would we-" Chikaze began but stopped, not wanting to ask him something so stupid and 'trivial'. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Would we what?" He asked, keeping his sight on her as her expression changed into a more embarrassed look. "Would we be more than this?" She continued her question, seeming somewhat reluctant to ask and slightly sheepish. Deidara closed his eyes again, exhaling through his mouth, "You're in love with Gaara, remember? We probably would have never met otherwise."
Chikaze looked away from Deidara, setting her hands aside and looking deeper into the sky. "I suppose not," she simply replied, ignoring his comment about Gaara. "But..." Deidara continued the conversation even though it had seemed to have died with Chikaze's answer, "... even if we hadn't met in another life, would you want to be more than this?"
She brushed Deidara off her lap, almost rolling him off the cliff and got up, heading back to the quiet village they were taking their time off in. Deidara stood up, confused at her sudden actions, "Hey! Answer me!" He yelled at her, not impressed at her leaving him hanging like that. "Why do you care?!" She answered back loudly as she continued to walk further away from him. Deidara pursued her, "I don't! I just want an answer!" He managed to catch up, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him.
"Even if I did, it wouldn't work. We'd easily be each other's weaknesses. Our job is far too intense and hard to be falling in love. It would be imposs-" Chikaze began to explain the issue of being with Deidara, who pulled her closer and kissed her. Her eyes were wide open. She stared at Deidara. His eyes were closed as he continued to kiss her. She didn't push him away, she didn't feel the urge to punch him, she didn't scream and curse at him. Chikaze stood there, staring. He pulled away, looking seriously at her. She was in awe, shocked, unmoving. Deidara smirked, "You're right. It would be impossible."
Chikaze's lips parted. He really meant that kiss. She stroked her bottom lip with her fingers. "I really caught you off-guard, hmm," he laughed sauntering away with his hands behind his head, "That's what you get for asking questions like that and getting me worked up." Chikaze turned to look at him and blinked, still in shock. He's just trying to be tough and act cool. Maybe... he's... no. A man like him doesn't have time to be in love. He wouldn't be... he couldn't be.
She caught up with him, punching the back of his shoulder, "You asshole." He caught her fist before she could pull back and brought her closer to him once again. "What is it about you?" He whispered as he touched her forehead with his. Chikaze's heart fluttered, "Deidara... what is all this?" He let her go and sighed, leaving her completely flustered without another word. She had only begun to notice that he would soften up and relax around her. She seemed to be the only one who could understand his constant babbling of his art, and the only one who could appreciate his uniqueness as she also had a different nature type than most. The more she thought about the way Deidara acted around her, the more she noticed the little things and how different he was when they'd be with Sasori. Chikaze walked slowly towards the guest house, thinking more and more about Deidara and realizing more and more of her own feelings.
Although he tried to keep a cold front and used her in unimaginable ways, Chikaze saw past that and refused to see him as someone who would hurt her so bitterly. Now she was beginning to realise that he had been protecting her throughout fights, making sure that Pein would keep Chikaze on Sasori's team instead of sending her off to Hidan again, especially avoiding her joining up with Itachi, and basically keeping her to himself. Sasori was never interested in women but made it clear that he would love to have Chikaze as a puppet due to her beauty, and to him eternal beauty was true art. Other than that, that was his only interest in her, making it even more convenient for Deidara.
It was now getting dark as the two headed towards the Kazekage's headquarters. Chikaze could feel a cold, dark aura coming from Deidara as they got closer, sensing that the calm, soft Deidara that she knew had gone into sleeping mode and that he had some kind of evil intentions now. "Deidara... must we do this?" She asked sheepishly. He looked down at her as she pulled at his sleeve, caressing his hand, "We've already started, we're not going back without the Jinchuriki." Chikaze hated how he referred to Gaara as nothing but a Jinchuriki. "Please... we can... we can run away and live a different life. We don't have to do this, Deidara," Chikaze panicked, now begging gently without sounding too desperate. Deidara looked at her adoringly but gritted his teeth and focused on his true intentions, "Don't fuck with me, Chikaze. It's hard enough trying to keep my heart distanced from you let alone be fucked around by you, knowing full well how you feel about Gaara," he snapped, basically confessing to her in a harsh manner. Definitely not the way he wanted it to go.
Chikaze felt as if she had been punched in the chest. What if she did feel something for Deidara? He wouldn't accept it if she told him. He'd think that she was just trying to spare him the heart break. "Deidara, please, please be rational. It can be different if you let it be. We don't have to do this. It can change, please Deidara," She begged, gripping his hand and resting herself against his leg. He pulled her up to her feet and looked her in the eyes, "I told you not fuck with me, Chikaze. I've got bigger and better ambitions than just screwing around with you," He replied coldly, completely ignoring her pleading. He ripped her cloak off and began to tear at her clothes, binding her arms with rope that he had made with clay. Chikaze was in shock but remained unmoving, "Deidara... please don't do this to me... this isn't you!"
He kicked her to her knees, "Don't act like you know me. You're just a fucking whore, hm." They had finally reached the headquarters. "You can stay here, and don't fucking move otherwise I'll blow you to pieces," he snarled before jumping and landing on the rooftop of the building to only face the Kazekage himself. After quick, threatening words exchanged between the two Deidara jumped back on to the bird, with a shook-up Chikaze kneeling with her torn clothes exposing her. Deidara had ripped off a bit of clothing and tied up her mouth.
"Gaara of the Sand! I have a little gift for you, which I think you'd really appreciate!" He shouted, jumping back on to the bird as gigantic tendrils of sand began to rise from the ground. The bird swooped around Gaara, giving him a glimpse of the half naked Chikaze. She began to scream through her clothing but it was only muffled. Her face tear stained black with her make-up. Gaara's eyes widened in shock, not expecting to have seen what he just did. The woman that he loved and adored had been shown to him in the most vulgar way after what seemed to be never ending months.
The bird began to weave in and out of buildings, avoiding Gaara's sand which Deidara seemed impressed with. "What do you think, Kazekage, shall we give you a show?!" Deidara laughed cruelly as he pulled up Chikaze roughly and began to ravage her. His hands ran all over her body, groping her breasts with the mouths in his palms nipping and licking her. Deidara held her in front of him, purposely giving Gaara a front seat view, "Beautiful, isn't she?!" He growled at the now extremely angry Gaara, despite the calm face he had on. Deidara thrusted his rock hard member in to the crying Chikaze, who screamed in pain as more tears trickled down her face.
Gaara flinched as he watched Chikaze get ravished so cruelly. The anger within him boiled as continued to witness Deidara's most callous and barbaric act. "You sick slut... look at you getting wet at this!" His stale laugh echoed in Chikaze's ears. The entire village is watching me... Gaara-sama is watching me! Please, don't look at me in this disgusting position. Chikaze began to cry even more so as Deidara got rougher. He held her by her arms and lifted one of her legs up as he continued his malicious act to only finish himself inside her. With instant realisation, Chikaze began to hysterically scream as he pulled himself out. "Yeah that's right, slut, scream!" Deidara smirked as ripped off the torn clothing around Chikaze mouth after sorting himself out. Her pained screams were heard throughout the entire village along with the rest of the ruckus create by Gaara's sand.
Deidara grew annoyed with her screaming, rolling his eyes as he kicked fiercely off the bird. Gaara was quick to act as he cushioned her fall with sand. Chikaze was unconscious from shock, lying in a bed of sand, naked and tied up. The word had spread that Chikaze had infiltrated the village along with two other members of the Akatsuki and her clan had been on stand-by, searching for her. A group of her clansman found her, ordering for something to cover her with. Riku, her older brother, had come to the scene seeing his baby sister lying on the ground with nothing but a blanket over her. This was not the way he had wanted to see her after so long. He picked her up and urgently made his way towards the hospital with fellow clansman following in heat.
"Riku-sama..." one clansman, known as Tetsuya, began slightly hesitating to let him know what had just happened to his sister, "She was... she was raped in front of the villagers and Gaara." Riku clenched his teeth as he looked at his sister in on the hospital bed. She was really messed up with make-up all over her face, blood coming out of her mouth and sweat and dirt clinging on to her skin. "That bastard is going to pay..!" Riku snarled as he shook angrily.
"The Kazekage is out there fighting him-" Tetsuya piped up, as if it was going to make a difference to what had just happened to Chikaze. "He is the reason that this happened to her!He could have stopped it all. He didn't have to escort her that night. He could have hidden her somewhere where no one could find her! He could have bargained with them, set out for a better payment! What the fuck can he do for my sister now!?" Riku shouted bitterly, putting all the blame on Gaara, forgetting the fact that it was their father who had practically sold off Chikaze before she was even born.
"It..." Chikaze spoke in pain, coughing up blood, "... It was for th-the v... village. We m... must sacrifice the little things, R-Riku..." Although her fall was broken by the sand, it was quite an impact since her body had been weakening due to the unbelievable stress she was in for the past few weeks. "Go out th-there, Riku... h-help our... our Kazekage to f... fight for the village," Chikaze said with tears in her eyes.
Three of the Sand's ANBU appeared in the room, surrounding Chikaze's bed. The Yamauchi clansmen looked on in shock, wondering why they had appeared. "Chikaze Yamauchi, as a criminal of the Shinobi Nations and a threat to the Sand Village, we are here to restrain you and keep watch of you," one spoke from under his mask, "Under the Kazekage's orders."
Chikaze gave a weak smile, "As the Kazekage wishes." She then looked at her brother and gave a slow nod, a motion for him to carry out her command. She didn't have the strength to fight. This was out of her control. All she could do was hope for the best, gain strength and pursue Deidara. She couldn't believe that she was going to give her life to him now that she was part of a completely different world. She would have continued her criminal ways to be happy with him and be less of a burden to the village. This angered her greatly, that he would turn so quickly against her, exposing her the way he did to the people she loved and even willing to kill her. I hope he rots. I hope someone gives him hell before he dies. She thought before passing out in exhaustion.
She woke up in a completely different room she had blacked out in. The room was dimly lit, small and airy. It was the size of an average private hospital room. It was dawn outside. Chikaze's chest pulsed as she sat up. Something was wrong. Again, she found two members of the ANBU stood each side of the doorway. It was awkwardly quiet. Something was definitely wrong.
"Where is she?! Let go! Let go of me!" Chikaze heard a deep, angered voice, recognising it instantly. Father...? He charged into the room, shrugging aside the guards. The ANBU did nothing but watch, keeping their distance as Isuma made his way to his daughter. "My girl... my beautiful daughter!" He cried, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. He noticed the blatant changes in Chikaze. She had lost far too much weight and there were cuts and bruises all over her skin. She licked her cracked lips as looked weakly at her father, "He's been taken, hasn't he?"
Isuma hesitated, avoiding all eye contact with his daughter who began to breathe unevenly, "Hasn't he?" Her voice was dark, a tone that he had never heard come out of his child. She laid back into the bed, turning her face away from Isuma as she cried silently. "Chikaze, we're going to do everything we can to bring him back," Isuma tried to console his distraught daughter, "We've sent for help from Konoha.. and even Kankuro has gone after them!"
Chikaze remained silent watching the sunrise from her window. Her stomach had dropped as she began to think of what was going to happen. "That's not good enough, Father," she finally said, standing up slowly, feeling the weakness in her knees.
I'm not going to let him die. This is the least I can do since the beginning of my crimes. I refuse to let this happen. If this kills me at least I died for him, and not for Deidara. I pledged allegiance to the wrong person, but in the end I want to make it right. I don't know if I'll live through this but if I do, I hope to see him become greater than he is now... even if it's behind cell bars.
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