Dream: (huddled in emo corner)
Morphine: What's wrong with you?
Dream: (tears in eyes) We only got 4 reviews this go 'round
Morphine: (eyes widen) Well, it's better than no reviews…
Dream: But I'm worried. Some of our normal reviewers didn't post…what if they got hurt or somethin'?
Morphine: Come on…calm down!
Dream: (sniffles) Fine. . .We'd like to thank our 4 reviewers for this time: The Celestial Dragon (we're sneaky, that's how we knew you changed your name), Eternal-nekomata, Demonic-Kat, and Jellybeanwolf!
Morphine: And to all who have read, added us on something, and all that jazz!
Disclaimer: Still don't own Naruto…only Aika and Amaya, who still haven't found Jiraiya's stash of porn. Which is odd because Aika has a nose like a hound when it comes to anything perverted…Naruto belongs to Kishimoto (the lucky bastard)
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Last Time:
Amaya decided to join the Akatsuki
She also saved Aika, who chose death
Aika escaped
(insert tearful goodbye here)
Sasori returned to an empty room
and he is now on his way to kill a certain redhead
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Chapter 11: (damn…I think this is the longest one of our stories has been on FF(dot)net)
An ungodly roar echoes throughout the hideout as he turns toward Deidara's door. Even that fool, Tobi, wasn't stupid enough to free her. Only one person could have helped her escape him…
Using his heavy Hiruko puppet, he pushes the door open hard enough to almost rip it off the hinges. Deidara pulls away from a certain female to stare at his partner, while the redheaded kunoichi cuddles a bit closer, knowing exactly why the puppet master is standing in the doorway, fuming. (She should have been prepared, but as soon as the former rock nin saw the cloak, he was all over her).
Dark brown eyes narrow. "Kunoichi…"
She pushes a braid behind her ear, eyes focusing on the floor. "H-hai, S-Sasori-sama?"
"Sasori-no-danna, knock next time, un."
"I will NOT knock next time." He snarls, that scorpion tail of his waving around violently. "There will be no next time, because I am going to kill our newest member before she betrays us again."
The blonde steps in front of the frightened girl, just staring at his 'friend'. (We use the term loosely, and I'm tired of putting partner…it sounds like a yaoi waiting to happen). "Just what are you accusing her of, un?"
Behind him, she begins to play with her fingers, refusing to acknowledge either shinobi. The puppet sees this and growls loudly. "You actually did do it! You helped Aika escape me, didn't you?"
"Aika's gone, un?"
Now both are glaring at the beautiful redhead. She takes a quick step back, twirling a stray piece of hair around her finger now. But she can no longer ignore the feeling of their eyes on her, her control snapping. "She wouldn't have joined! What w-was I supposed to do? Let her die?" Two pairs of eyes widen on the normally shy kunoichi. It seemed that they had found the one thing that could set off her temper, which was much like her sister's at this moment. She glares up at both of them. "I don't care what side of this war I'm on, Aika will ALWAYS COME FIRST!"
The missing Suna nukenin raises an eyebrow, but not at the unusual burst of anger. "How do you know she wouldn't join us? With you in, she'd be more likely…"
"Wrong." Amaya says simply, sitting on the bed. "I guess it's time for a l-lesson in our family's history. Much like the W-White Fang…" Sasori's eye twitches at the name, but no one notices. "Our parents had been sent on a mission together. My mother w-was kidnapped, and instead of completing h-his mission, our dad decided to save her instead. Many lives w-w-were lost because of this. The people in the v-village hated them for it. So one night, when we w-w-were barely a month old, they left, becoming m-missing ninja."
A sad smile curves her lips as she looks up at the ceiling. "They left us behind, and we were left to the state. But we were not taught our family history. We were raised believing that we were orphans. In e-essence, we are. Then, during ninja academy, the Elder Council came in to give the c-class a history lesson. That's how we found out the truth."
She crosses her arms over her chest, letting her green-blue eyes drift closed. "We promised one another that day that we would bring honor back to the Takeda name. I guess in a w-way, I am. I'm following my heart and family tradition. But to Aika, she would rather die than prove those bastards on the Elder Council right. She'll give up every thing and live as a true shinobi should…rarely letting her emotions control her thoughts and with no attachments, except me. That's why she has such a d-defiant attitude. So that, through her, our family will have a small shred of dignity left. So go ahead and kill me for helping her. It won't help you one fucking bit…" She crosses her legs now, and smirks up at the Akatsuki's resident artists, proud of herself.
Deidara chuckles. "I love it when you get an attitude." He says to her, sitting down and resting a hand on her knee. "But this doesn't change anything. We'll end up going after her in a few days anyway. She'll have most, if not all of her chakra, and she'll either be in Suna or Konoha, so there will be more shinobi to deal with, un."
The youngest in the room turns to him, clinging to his arm for dear life. "C-can't we l-leave my sister a-a-alone?" She pleads, her stutter now worse.
Even though the puppet's face was blank, they could hear the emotion in Sasori's voice alone, well, what little emotion he had left. "We have our orders. And I only gave her two choices. Your sister is just attempting to delay the inevitable."
A slow grin curves Amaya's lips as she studies him. Her hand finally releases the blonde and she leans back a bit. "You won't kill her." He growls at her knowing look, but she continues on. "Actually, you can't k-kill her."
"You're telling me what to do?"
She rolls her eyes. "If it would w-work, I'd try it. But you can't kill her, because you are just the latest in a long list of cold, heartless assholes to fall for Aika. It's a fanboy thing. You always want the unattainable. Or i-it's somethin to do with her a-a-attitude." Her smile brightens. "It's gonna be so entertaining to watch you, Kankuro-sama, and I'm sure N-Neji-sama, fight over her. Even if it is p-pointless."
"I haven't fallen for her." He snarls, defenses up. Although, in his mind, he had just added two more names to the 'must kill' list.
Now the kunoichi laughs outright, tempting fate, and a certain nukenin's wrath, like her sister loved to do. "Oh please. She's invaded your mind almost as much as you've been fucking with hers…"
.
.
.
.
In Sunagakure, the youngest (and hottest) Kazekage ever sits at his desk, doing his best to stay focused on the group before him, reporting on yet another crappy mission. Kankuro and Temari sit on either side of the man, having the same problem, mostly worrying about their little brother.
Gaara had been distracted for the past two weeks, ever since the group had witnessed the downfall of the Takeda twins, and been unable to stop the carnage. But it had been Amaya that had the jinchuuriki's stomach twisted into knots.
Her confession, right before running toward her death, had definitely fucked with Gaara's already fragile state of mind. He had kept everyone (except his siblings now) at arm's length. But especially her. All because of Shukaku. The tanuki had wanted her from the moment he saw her, but not in just the normally perverted sense.
No. Every time the beautiful kunoichi was anywhere near him, his mind was plagued with images of her laying beneath him, red hair surrounding her head like a halo as she bled everywhere, blank eyes staring up at him. So he stayed away, like he did with any female that was a star in this particular fantasy. (What? Shukaku is a DEMON. He's gonna have issues).
Jade eyes turn toward his brother for a split second before he focuses back on the group, pretending to care about the escort mission they had. His brother is hurting too, but for an altogether different reason…although it was close enough (sans pervy demon).
When those two had come to town for a mission with Hyuuga Neji, they had taken everyone by storm. Even Kankuro had the hots for the elder sister. Unfortunately, she wasn't prone to fangirling over the Kazekage's older brother, and so she was blind to his feelings. She also never noticed the built up hostilities between the puppeteer and the Hyuuga boy.
Finally, the team exits the room, leaving a written report with them. Temari rolls her eyes at her brothers' backs, wishing they would just get out of their slumps. Death is normal in the life of a shinobi, and this wasn't the first time they had lost someone special, nor would it be the last.
The jinchuuriki stares out the window, hoping his normal pastime would take his mind off of it. But he seriously doubted it.
Suddenly, the door slams open, and the shinobi turn toward the sound. Luckily, they recognized the chakra, so they didn't attack immediately. Baki stands before them, trying to catch his breath. "K-Kazekage-sama."
"What?"
Their sensei…well, former sensei, straightens up. "I'm sorry for the disturbance, but there is a kunoichi demanding entrance at the gate."
All three look at him as if he were declaring his undying love to Kakashi. "Why did you have to run for that?" Kankuro mutters.
His one good eye drifts toward his former student. "She claims that she is the Konoha kunoichi, Takeda Aika."
Kankuro is gone in an instant, flash-stepping to the gates as quickly as he can, his siblings not much further behind him. Mere seconds later, all three are standing in front of the bedraggled girl, glares centered on the imposter. Everyone is also standing in an attack stance. "State your business."
His heart skips a beat, then altogether stops as the girl looks up at him with those oh-so-familiar blue-green eyes. Her sleeves are gone, and the rest of the kimono is so torn that it couldn't be considered decent for public display. Auburn hair whips around her body in the harsh desert wind. But, still she has a faint smirk on her cracked lips. It widens a bit, before she winces, and as they split open and begin to bleed. "I…" She croaks out her throat dry from dehydration. "I need shelter…and protection from the Akatsuki."
A canteen is passed to Kankuro, who hands it to the girl. "Prove to me that you are Takeda Aika, and we'll let you in."
She gulps the water greedily, then sighs in annoyance. "No, you'll throw me a 'congratulations, you're not dead party'. That's just how bad you are." The kunoichi takes another drink. "I've beaten you in practice 7 times, mostly because you went easy on me. And the four times that you won, were in front of an audience." Her voice comes out a bit smoother, but still sounds a bit raspy.
The world suddenly flips on her as the shinobi picks her up in his arms, bridal style. She is thankful, of course. Only Kami-sama knows how much longer she could have stood there before collapsing in exhaustion. Aika curls into his chest, finally grateful to be somewhere safe and sound.
Kankuro turns to everyone else. "She's the real deal, guys. Let us in." With a nod from Gaara, the gates open and the small group heads inside, and straight for the hospital. "Kami, Aika-san. We thought you were dead."
She smiles weakly. "I would've been too, if the Akatsuki leader hadn't demanded them to keep me alive. They wanted our jutsu for their own. I'd probably be dead right now, if it wasn't for Amaya."
"Amaya's alive?" Gaara whispers emotionlessly.
Tears fill her eyes at the thought of her other half. "Yes, she is. She joined them."
"What?" His voice comes out in a growl that hadn't been heard since those chunnin exams so long ago. Sand whirls around a bit more forcefully, powered by his emotions, even if his face was blank. The one tail was furious, losing his most coveted prey to the same group that wanted to take him from his container and use him in some evil plot that he wouldn't benefit from.
The hospital comes into sight as Aika sighs. "I'm sorry." She whispers, before exhaustion finally catches up with her, and she passes out.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
Dream: Ow…my hands hurt
Morphine: It's okay
Dream: It was worth it, that's for damn sure.
Morphine: So, we hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Dream: And as a warning, we might not update too quickly this go 'round.
Morphine: Why? You're not goin' somewhere again, are you?
Dream: No. . .we've got maybe a chapter left that's written
Morphine: The story's about to end
Dream: (pulls out paper fan and smacks Morphine in the head) No…we just haven't written any more on paper
Morphine: (rubs head) Why am I gettin' beat up when I'm the older one?
Dream: Cause you can't take me down?
Morphine: (rolls eyes) Whatever! Also, Amaya might have seemed OOC to you guys, but technically, she's not
Dream: Right…She stutters in front of her crush(es) i.e. Gaara-kun, Dei-kun, etc.
Morphine: Eventually the stutters might stop
Dream: But I've gotten used to them, so they might not!
Morphine: Anyways, read, review
Dream: Flames are accepted…not that we've gotten one for this story yet…
Morphine: (pokes Sasuke with a stick) He's not quite done yet
Until next time, and remember, you can resist everything. . .but Temptation.