"A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist."
Stewart Alsop
There was something wrong, something incredibly wrong. The tension in the air was lax, far too lax. Itatchi looked around, wary he may be observed by his fellow assassins, though he had little doubt his saner colleagues were doing the same.
All the Akatsuki members consigned to meet together in one location. All meetings were kept long distance , and even then, in secret locations. Whoever had organised this had organised this meeting in a popular hotel in the middle of Kohona's business district was frankly insane or a genius, dependant on what outcome they needed.
A maid bobbed in, full uniform, carrying a bottle of champagne and a platter of expensive champagne flutes. If there was to be a brawl, Itachi hated to think how much the hotel had to loose. The champagne looked expensive too.
"Courtesy of the House." She smiled, and bobbed out of the room. Itachi doubted she would have been so chirpy had she known she was really serving.
Nobody touched the champagne. Obviously, the thought that this was a conspiracy to get Akatsuki in one place to murder them all was running through all the members' thoughts. Whilst the group was analysing the champagne, Itachi took the time to quickly analyse who was present, and who was not. Obviously, poison wasn't an issue as much as the threat of slowing their reactions, and making themselves easy targets.
Zestu, looking remarkably normal for a plant spirit, having disguised himself, Kisame, Hidan, Pain, Konan,Kakuzu. Deidara was also present, though Sasori was not. All in formal attire, though blatantly still carrying weapons.
"Fuck it! When am I next going to get the chance?" Deidara cursed and made his way to the drink, popped the champagne open, and helped himself to the drink.
He neither collapsed nor started to choke, and the others watched him take two before joining.
"Well…if it's free" Kazuku mused, and helped himself.
Itachi was surprised that Kazuku didn't attempt to take the entire bottle. Although Itachi had never acted in liaison outside of his partnership (and that was unheard of in Akatsuki), several snide comments during previous meetings had impressed upon Itachi how tight-fisted the zombie was.
Eventually, everyone had attached themselves to a flute, and Itachi even found himself in possession of one, sipping the champagne. It wasn't bad, though he must make sure not to drink too much- it may dampen his reactions more than a normal poison would.
There was one more flute left, probably for Sasori. He found himself exchanging pleasantries with Deidara, and asked after Sasori.
"Bastard died on me. I hope my next rotational partner is better." Deidara chirped, only to be drawn into a discussion about sculpture by Konan, who did something in that line.
So the extra flute was not for Sasori… another person was to join the Akatsuki tonight, perhaps even a new partner for Deidara.
Having come to a conclusion, Itachi composed himself further, and entered a conversation between Hidan and Pein, who were debating the power and appropriate presence of pain when extracting confessions or torturing. Fun.
"Hey" Sasuke said, if only to break the silence that encapsulated the two of them.
Hinata stared into his eyes, so close to his, and sighed, a long contented sigh that ended in a soft smile, and her small hand reaching down to take his in her palm. She pulled his hand up, and whilst it formed a barrier between their faces, their hands fitted together perfectly, his pale skin looking practically olive in comparison to Hinata's whiteness.
"Do you think we could be like Neji and Ten-ten, Sasuke?"
"We'll surpass them by miles." Sasuke replied, confident.
Hinata giggled, and dropped their hands downwards, so their entwined hands rested on the pillow. Hew pink lips were visible just over them, and on milky eye peeped out from her lopsided fringe.
"Sasuke?"
"Hai?"
"You can kiss me. Should you want to..."
Sasuke's breath hitched, for a moment, and a moment after Hinata could have thought she had imagined that sudden intake, had she not had the ability to feel Sasuke's emotional static-storm playing havoc with her own emotions.
"I might not be very good." He confessed. "I don't make a habit of kissing."
"Remember that t-time you accidently grabbed my left breast? What were you making a habit out of there?" Hinata slyly remarked.
Sasuke grinned, but at the same time, rolled onto his front and closer to her, propping himself with his arms, and wiggling until his head was vertically above hers. They were even closer than before, and despite their constant closeness today, Sasuke found a light dusting of pink tint rising within his cheeks.
All too familiar with blushing, and unwilling for Hinata to see, he bent his neck and kissed her, meeting her cold lips, and feeling their gradient alter to accommodate a smile that pressed against his.
He relinquished. If there was such a thing as an experimental kiss, then that was it. Hinata interrupted his rambling thoughts with a sly giggle, and glanced back up to him, propping herself up with her elbows.
"We'll need to do better then, to outstrip Neji and Ten-ten." She teased, and before Sasuke could falter in light of her taunting, she placed her little palm on the side of his face, and drew him in closer, till their lips touched once again, and instead of remaining clean and closed, as she had the first time, she took the lead, opening her mouth slightly, and allowing him to take initiative, and open his mouth and enter into her mouth.
They kissed for a long time then, slower and more tenuous that either would have liked, but both were too shy to alter their positions until they broke apart, and with a gasp of suddenly sparse air, Sasuke took her lips with and urgency and passion that shook Hinata, until she too was subject to the same desperate urge, and returned every tangle and wrestle his tongue could offer, wrapping her arms around him, and grasping tufts of his hair.
She shifted until they were both kneeling, and leant into him, her breasts pressing into his chest, and him, so unused to this type of contact, his hands floundered, not knowing where to place them.
Hinata broke apart from him, and in one lithe moment pinned his hands to her buttocks, and whispered in his ear "Feel free to roam," before returning to lavish great attention to his mouth. Startled slightly, he caught on quickly, and followed her orders suspiciously well.
Clumsy, teenage fumbling ensued, the only noises filling the apartment being their moans, sighs and laughter.
Konan, obviously wishing to curry favour with members so that she may use them later, had ordered another large bottle of champagne, and the Akatsuki members were throwing caution to the wind and enjoying themselves. The last member hadn't arrived yet, and his glass remained untouched, though Diedara had mentioned, loudly, that it was one of the many things in the conference room he could extract explosive chemicals from given a matter of days, and a few hundred chemicals.
Itachi sighed into his drink. Last one, even if it was just a bubbly.
"It's nearly time. Can all members please sit down, so we can get to business." Pein gestured everyone over to the conference table.
The members were obedient, though Kisame made a point of moving the bottle to the middle of the conference table. There were no objections.
"This meeting has been called so we can all profile our current situations, and attempt to relieve any concerns, that members may have." Itachi called Bullshit.
The meeting progressed forward, with the obvious questions where Kazuki questioned what profit margin he was keeping, and why, with his dedication to the group, it wasn't increasing. Deidara wanted a new partner and more terrorism, less espionage missions. Hidan wanted more recreational time for private endeavours whereas Zestu wished for a more plant friendly headquarters, preferably one with a less acidic soil base. Kisame wanted more missions and when called Itachi said he was perfectly happy with the way things were being run. During this time, Konan took notes, whilst Pein smiled and nodded as if their input was valued.
Perhaps these notes were being taken to see who could be goaded into doing more missions, or higher profile missions with these rewards. That sounded about right.
Eventually, after Konan giving a presentation on current rates and the possible expansion of the group, ie, using official underlings, which was vetoed. Pein licked his lips, something that to a trained eye like Itachi, was a marker of extreme nervous emotion.
"Finally, we have to introduce our final member. He… appears to have not made it tonight. He will be in partnership with Deidara and expressed an interest in meeting us all. Perhaps later-"
The door opened and a matronly maid escorted a man in. He had hair that was just as dark as Itachi's, though the stranger was far less sleek, and clumped together in short outcrops. An orange mask obscured his face, clashing with his formal wear, like all the akatsuki members.
The maid turned to the stranger. "All good now? Are you okay here?" To which the stranger gave a curt nod, and turned to the table, taking a seat, and obviously glancing around at the other members, his actions short and jerky.
The maid left.
"Ah" Pein licked his lips again, alerting Itachi's suspicions. "Can you please explain your absence?"
The stranger cocked his head sideways, as if he did not understand.
"I'm not having him." Stated Deidara, crossing his arms.
The stranger swung his head to look at Deidara, and then back to Pein. "I got lost getting here." He said, in a small little voice.
The other members looked on in disbelief, though Itachi noted, even Konan was giving the stranger a ludicrous look. Pein licked his lips.
"There is no way in hell I'm dragging him around" voiced Deidara.
"Bu-but, I thought Senpai and Tobi were going to be friends! Pein-sama, Pein sama said that we'd be together!" Cried the stanger.
Deidara turned his gaze onto Pein, his upper-lip curling. "What. The. Fuck?"
Hinata scrambled against him, her bare skin lying beside his. Smiling with all the arrogance of Caesar, Sasuke wrapped his arm around her body, which he had thoroughly explored, and almost fell asleep, with his conquest in arms. He turned to her, hoping her expression was in the same state as his was.
But Hinata was far too agitated to be in post-coital bliss. Instead she stared into the distance (or at least, into his mirror). Sasuke knew now that when she frowned, something large was bothering her, and she was so concentrated on that thought that she didn't even realise she was frowning and try to cover it up.
He elbowed her, surprising himself with his informality.
"Something's up?"
She nodded, her lips pressed in a thin line. She broke her stare to look at him.
"If I turn you, you won't be able to have children. Your line will end, as will the name Uchiha."
Sasuke hadn't thought of that, and he paused, unsure of what he should do. He severely doubted in his ability to kill Itachi unless he was physically at the same level as him, and that required being a vampire. However, his family name was important too. His death would ensure there would be no more little Uchihas populating the earth, and even so, this was almost like choosing certain sterilisation.
"I could donate sperm before I died, ergo the bloodline, if not the name will continue."
"You'll have to wait until you're older. You're only what, seventeen?"
Sasuke, impatient as always, pursed his lips until he was wearing the same expression as Hinata.
"My family is dead. I'm impatient to avenge them… I'm more likely to die in the attempt that to survive, and I …want you. You can't have children, so we won't. If I'm alive, I still carry my family name. I'm willing to sacrifice this to get him. And for us too."
Sasuke contemplated whether this was the right thing to say. Whereas it sounded very mature tumbling out of his mouth here and now, with the life that he could find himself living- him and her, together for eternity, who was to know that he might regret in the future.
He sighed, and Hinata placed her hands on his chest, and lavished attention on his lips, suckling upon his bottom lip.
"Do you want this?" She asked
"Yes."
She retracted from his mouth. "Have you eaten much food or drink in the last twenty-four hours? You're literally going to lose it all…"
Sasuke blanched, remembering what she had told him before about a vampire's eating problems. This was going to be beyond embarrassing.
"Only a little."
"That's so bad for your anaemia." She scowled. "Where are the toilets and where does keep towels and umm…" She forgot for a second "Hot water bottles?"
Sasuke detailed where all the utilities were kept, and made to get off the bed. Hinata's hands pressed down upon him.
"D-do you think you'll have any regrets?"
"Perhaps I will, but I think this is the right choice. We'll see."
Hinata smiled, and pecked his lips, and the massaging them with hers, until he moved in the same rhythm. She smiled, and broke the kiss, laying her head against his chest, and listening to his heart.
Bad-ump, Bad-ump, Bad-ump, Bad-ump, Bad-ump…
His breath stifled. He was getting scared now, and his hands shook a little as they held Hinata. Hinata attempted to memorise this. His irregular breathing, his human scent (a heavy lingering wood) and his warmth. She sighed.
She placed butterfly kisses along his jaw and chin, resting over his jugular, savouring this moment, for it would never happen again. His hands constricted, holding her tighter against him. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his face contorted. Hinata unsheathed her fangs.
Hinata bit into him, as gently as possible, and with that penetration he squeezed her tighter and tighter, until her fangs were fully covered by his skin, and she released the neuro-toxins, immobilising Sasuke until his grasp faltered and became lax, his body paralysed. Realising that this was probably the worst moment for him- his lack of control over his own body must have been frankly, terrifying, she released the deadly secondary serum.
She had to fight nature and instinct to release the serum rather than drink his blood, and she unclenched her jaw, and retracted, her teeth slightly bloody.
Licking her fangs, she moved back to the position onto his naked chest.
Bad-ump, Bad,-ump, Bad-, Bad-, bud… bud,…bud-...
His heart had faltered. She heard him gasp, but by the time she had looked at his face, his eyes had closed, and his face had slackened out of that frown.
Perhaps it was that glower that had put her off him when they had first met. Without it, and even with his skin paling, it was obvious he was handsome. She stroked his face, to which there was no response.
She took his pulse, and was relieved to find it had stopped fully.
Twenty-four hours. Small enclosed space, limited towelling, bed covers that couldn't be soiled & a naked Sasuke Uchiha, who would be dead to the world.
Hinata was going to have fun keeping this hidden from Kakashi.
*Note from Clue*
Hi. Well, it's finally happened, and at the same time, the Akatsuki were having a booze-up :P If anyone's interested in the lemon scene, just note me, and I'll send it to you :) (It was just that I wanted to keep this a T rating, and whereas 16+ is legal here in the UK, other countries are far more scrupulous.
Thank you for reading :)
