Shiro mouthing words
Thinking
Fire letters
Shiro walker down the halls of the Akatsuki lair alone. She was lonely. She didn't want to talk to Hidan or the other members, and she was certainly not in the mood to face Kakuzu! The fainting incident in the dining room had been awkward enough…XP
She rounded a corner, and was thrown back into the wall, a gloved hand at her throat.
"Make a sound, and I promise your death will not be swift."
She stared IN shock at the orange-masked man before her, holding her a good 3 feet off the ground with one hand. His Akatsuki cloak floating around him.
'Tobi!' she mouthed.
He chuckled at her "Hmm, yes. Tobi is but a mere vessel for me. You are now speaking to Madara."
Her eyes widened.
'Madara! So, Tobi was just a farce? But how, when…?'
"Tsk, I have always been like this child! You must admit, my façade is flawless!"
She frowned. She turned her head (as much as she could…) away from him.
"Aw now, don't be like that! And after I had a present for you!"
She raised a perfect eyebrow.
"Well then. Let's go have a look, shall we?" he lowered her from the wall, and before she could run, she was pressed against his chest, bound there by his arm. His other hand making strange handsigns…
His chest is so strange. He's wearing armor under all of this!
Suddenly they were spinning in and out of light and darkness. When they stopped, Shiro felt as though she would be sick!
But I can't let him know that. Anything could be used against me now. Just how strong is this guy?
She shoved herself out of his grip and rubbed her throat. She wondered how badly it would be bruised. He had a firm grip!
He walked to the other side of the room, his back to her.
"Please, sit."
She sat against the chair that he had motioned to.
He suddenly rounded on her, red shining through his orange masks eyehole.
She quickly adverted her eyes to the floor.
"Oh come now~!" he said in a sly voice.
He walked up to her, and took her chin in a strong grip, lifting her face up to him.
She reached up to slap him… or would have if she could move her arms at all. She was in a restraining jutsu!
As if reading her mind, he said, "Ah ah ahh! I wouldn't try to struggle too much if I were you! Those bindings will just get tighter and tighter un till you just," he made a popping sound.," pop!"
She glared up at him. 'What a creep!'
'What do you want from me?'
"Ah, those fiery letters… they are made with your special magic, are they not?" he grabbed her shoulders. "That is what I want Shiro! Your power…it is amazing! And I want it…."
He slowly raised one hand up to his mask, as the left cupped her cheek.
She simply gazed at his now uncovered mouth, and started to shiver, once she saw it coming closer… was he going to kiss her? What the fuck was going on?
"Tobi! Have you seen Shiro, un?"
Yes! Thank you Deidara!
"Don't think that this is the end my sweet. You have not seen the last of me. Remember… you. Are. Mine!" he hissed in to her ear, and then so fast that you would miss it if you blinked, his mask was back down on his lips.
He skipped over to open up the door, seeing a very pissed of blond artist.
"Deidara-sempai!"
Shiro felt weak as the evil jutsu left her.
With wobbly legs, she left the room, and made her way to her own door.
