Chapter 9: Of Truth in the Dark
"With a forced smile, you turned your eyes away-what did you see?"
~"Mystery Virgin" Yamada Ryosuke
Tomoya smiled at the two. "I'm kidding. You don't need to."
Hidan slammed his head back on the wall, sighing. "God mother fucking dammit, you little piece of shit, I swear to Jashin, you scare us again, I will fucking rip your balls off."
Tomoya lifted his hands in a surrendering position near his head. "Calm down, calm down, and don't die or kill me for that matter. I'm just as worried as you two are, okay?"
Itachi nodded a bit. "Sorry...but it's just that Deidara seems a little too overly happy. She and Sasori had a fight, and it's kind of weird for her to be acting like that," she explained nonchalantly.
Damn, she's smooth. Hidan folded his arms, admiring Itachi's convincing lies. Technically it wasn't really a lie, but more of an extremely vague description. He himself was a terrible liar, so he couldn't even attempt to convince anyone. On the other hand, convincing people by being annoying was an easy job for him. Hell, he could be a billionaire from it if he could get money for it.
Although they almost shit their pants from surprise, Tomoya eventually left, just expressing his concerns for his friend. They expected for Tomoya to be more pushy, but it was apparent that his kind personality stretched almost endlessly. It was one day bound to break. Probably.
Sasori sighed, and Shunji smiled at him, an innocent look.
"Sempai, is it alright to skip school like this?"
The elder shot him a look, his index and middle finger squeezing his cigarette tighter.
"Well...I guess there isn't anything anymore, right Sasori-san? After all, you fought with one of your closest friends, your "girlfriend" hates you, you have nothing lef-" Shunji couldn't finish his sentence, getting slammed to the wall with Sasori grabbing his collar with the hand he was smoking with.
"Do you want to die?"
Shunji blinked, unfazed. "Calm down. I'm only tell truth." He sighed and closed his eyes, ripping Sasori's hand away from himself, standing up, and rubbing his head. "After all, once you join Beast, treason can get you killed. Even Japan as a country is that way. If you're a conspirator to treason, you will get executed. For example, the twelve people from the High Treason Incident."
Sasori fixed his jacket, which had three long slashes through the fabric of the leather. "Cht."
"And remember Sasori...in school, we may be merely sempai and kouhai...but it's much more in the real world. Wake up," Shunji muttered, nudging Sasori's arm. Sasori pulled back as if it was venom.
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Except I will. I am way above you Sasori. It just so happens that you are the closest thing in this place that I have to call a friend."
"Is that supposed to be a complement?"
"You may end up dead if you cross the line Sasori."
"Don't push my buttons, Shunji. You were the one who asked me to join in the first place."
"And you could have refused."
"Except I would have gotten killed too then."
"That's not guaranteed."
"But expected."
"Sasori, I'm not going to argue about this with you forever. There are just simple rules in Beast. You give your seniors ultimate respect, you don't associate with outsiders to the maximum degree of possibility, with exceptions toward the elderly. You don't date people outside of Best. You don't start unnecessary fights, unless the other side att-"
"Attacks first. I know, for the billionth time, you piece of shit."
"Please respect your seniors, Sasori-san. Do you want to be killed so badly? Or is it just that you think that by being so disobedient that you we'll just boot you out thinking that you just aren't worth the time?"
Sasori twitched.
"I must be right." Shunji smirked, putting a hand on on the redhead's shoulder, coming close to his ear. "...sucks like hell, doesn't it? Losing everything you've had and more? But in return, you have power Sasori. You have an entire 134 people who have the best fighting skills behind you. We can protect you. In return for protection, we only expect the utmost loyalty. Just obey us. And your life is safe."
"I know." Sasori's mouth moved a bit.
"Shunji-san!"
The heavy door opened with a loud creak, a brunette haired blond-streaked male came into the room.
"What is it?" Shunji looked at the member with uncalled coldness.
"It's Nights, sir. Leader has called for you to immediately come."
"...alright. Coming. Come on Sasori."
Sasori hesitated a little, but followed the duo, letting the door go behind him. They started running, and he did too. Then, they entered into a large room, with at least thirty members of Beast and twenty or so members of Nights.
"Shunji-san, can you not hear such racket?"
Third-in-charge laughed at him, to which Shunji shot back at. "Respect."
"What's your business with us?" Shunji asked, stepping in front of the rest of the group.
"Where's your leader?" The one in the front spoke.
"How the hell am I to know?"
"You bastard, don't mock us!"
"I'm not...I told you, I don't know."
"If you tell us...you won't have to feel much pain."
"Heh...if that's what you want to say...bring it on."
Shunji lifted his hand, making a 'come here' motion.
"...where's your leader...?"
"I said I don't know."
"Shunji," Third-in-commanded hissed. "Unnecessary fighting."
"Very necessary, Tsukasa."
Sasori could tell that Tsukasa was starting to get pissed off. Even if Shunji was above Tsukasa in Beast, he treated the other horribly. Of course, Tsukasa didn't treat Shunji with the respect he should be either. But from the very beginning, Shunji and Tsukasa had never agreed about anything. They had different views on fighting, morals, and anything and everything. Anything doing with the group was picked with deadly glares and menacing voices.
Shunji hatched a plan, and leaned over toward Sasori.
"Sasori...I can tell...you don't want to be here. You don't want to deal with any of these people. You're sick of being told what to do. I could kill Dei-chan, and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. Because you're scared. All you do is put up a tough act, and in the end, all you're doing is pitying yourself. Pitying yourself for having such a 'rough life'. Admit it Sasori, you wouldn't even be able to take down one of these guys. Isn't that right, Sasori?!"
Sasori's fist clenched, and he screamed as he ran and smashed one of Night's member's face.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
A few members including Shunji's eyes widened and his smirk turned into a grin. The member fell to the floor, clutching his face, and the floor began to stain in red velvet. He pulled his hand back, knuckle covered in blood, which dripped down to his wrist. Sasori's fist shook.
"Congratulations Sasori."
His first hit.
His first fight.
A/N: I came back to write this and it's so shitty...;n;
...I don't even want to talk about my forever hiatus... .-.