The cold, empty room isolated both brothers as they kneeled on the floor, hands and ankles chained. Sasuke could no longer feel his legs underneath him, the stub just above his wrist wrapped hastily in bandages throbbed with heated pain. His only hand planted on the blood-painted floor, probing the limited area around him for his brother. The airtight, windowless chamber made it absolutely impossible to see.
"Itachi," he murmured, unsure if one of Indra's guards stood nearby.
He heard a grunt, then chains rattling. Sasuke sighed, "How long are we to stay here?"
"I have no idea," Itachi stated, his head pounding. "Just don't talk back to anyone and accept all of your punishments."
Sasuke failed at sitting comfortably. "This is stupid. I want to leave. Let's escape when we're free. Lord Orochimaru will take care of us while-"
"Don't even finish that thought. How blind are you, Sasuke? Do you really think that becoming a fallen angel is your only way out?" Itachi interrupted, his voice strained. "You really must think about this critically. You can't just run away from your problems all the time and expect them to disappear."
The chains binding his limbs refused Sasuke the chance to jerk back and turn away from his brother's voice. "As if you know anything! You're always praising Indra's antics and making yourself look like a fool! What do you know about fallen angels anyway? They're blessed with freedom while we're here sitting in a prison."
"I wonder whose fault that is?" Itachi snipped.
"I meant Heaven! And you're here because you lied to Indra's face!" Sasuke snapped. In his brother's silence, Sasuke's shoulders sagged. "What's the point of being in Paradise if there are still rules?! Why can't we do whatever we want?"
Itachi lowered his head, closing his eyes. "It's our duty. The humans who enter Heaven are the ones that are gifted with true bliss."
"It's sort of ironic. We're born perfect while those flawed creatures can sin all they want, repent all past aggressions, and then make their merry journey here to enjoy in their festivities for all of eternity. Why must we be burdened with such selfish whims of an old, dying master-" Light poured into the room, both brothers ducked their heads and winced.
"The selfish whims of an old, dying master? Goodness, Sasuke. You must think before you speak," Indra stated, his voice remarkably hateful. "What if the Master heard you say such hurtful things?"
"Sorry," Sasuke muttered, resisting the urge to curse.
"I care little for your apologies," Indra answered, walking inside with a guard behind him. "In fact, I'm not even here to speak with you, so stay quiet and mind yourself."
Sasuke flexed his arms. One punch. That's all he wanted. One, hard crack across his face.
Itachi stiffened as Indra approached him. With his head down, Itachi remained frozen underneath his leader's icy gaze.
"Itachi, how long would you say Pein had that portal?" Indra questioned.
Itachi bit his lip, tasting a small inkling of blood. He hated himself for fearing such a man. Sasuke was right, but he had no choice. He was created to serve under the most righteous.
"Pein did not make it clear, but I can assure you that it was created before the house they resided in was constructed. I was attacked by a demon that burst through the gate. Remembering back, they didn't appear to be surprised by the monster."
"Why did you not come to me sooner with this information? Are you playing children games while toying with the truth? Have you hidden anything else from me?" Indra interrogated him, voice rising in volume.
"I promise that it was nothing against you, Lord Indra. They had threatened to open yet another portal to take Sasuke away from me."
Indra's foot scraped across his captive's face, disgusted by his pathetic explanation. "You fool! Pein does not wield the power to create full-force gates like in the past. He tricked you so easily. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Sasuke bent forward, sickened by the news. If he had known... If Itachi would have just told him! Maybe the others were right and he was too far gone. All of this time, he caused Itachi so much grief like some out-of-control teenager in search for his own selfish gain. What use was he now? Perhaps his only purpose was to destroy all of the things he once held dear.
Sasuke despised himself.
Noticing the crumpled state of the young man, Indra motioned to Itachi's younger brother. "Is this 'thing' really worth anything to you? He was wading in Hell's pools and you still seek some sort of meaning to his logic. He's not one of us, just a traitor, a fallen." Removing his weapon, Indra pointed the blade at Sasuke, smiling fiendishly. "What if I killed him? Dropped his body into the pits of Hell to be devoured by demons? It's in my power to dispose of trash and this abomination fits the description well."
"I could do nothing... only plead for you to take my life in exchange for his," Itachi answered, his eyes slowly meeting his leader's.
Sasuke stared at his brother, astonished. Itachi...
Indra's smile faded, a burning spark of indignation in his eyes. "You'd let this creature roam free? And you would willingly accept your fate without fight?"
Itachi nodded.
Pursing his lips, Indra begrudgingly sheathed his scimitar. "You're much weaker than I anticipated." Turning, he headed for the door. "Oh, I almost forgot..."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Pein's new portal... You said they lived in a home before in your original report - a human girl's domicile."
Itachi wasn't sure what route Indra was taking with this exchange. "I remember. She couldn't see them, but you said-"
Throwing his hand in the air, Indra silenced his young follower and faced his mute guard. "More lashings. I want this lesson to sink in."
Obito stepped up, unwrapping the whip in his hands. "Certainly, Lord Indra." As the doors closed, the two chained angels last visible form was the cruel smile fixed on their leader's lips.
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"You want to know about that now? You didn't seem too concerned with yourself last night," Pein sighed, eyeing her bare legs as she dressed.
Sakura pressed for an answer. "Come on, Pein. It's life or death."
He tore his eyes away, meeting with hers. "No, it's impossible for any human to carry a child from a demon." he answered, giving Sakura a chance to unleash her held breath.
With one of her important questions answered, Sakura moved on to the next. "Then what about other demons? If you wanted to, could Karin become pregnant?"
He made a sound unlike anything she had ever heard from him. A laugh? "Relations with that woman? How insulting. No, demons are incapable of having children."
She nodded, contemplating his words. Still, that noise was hilarious. She had to make him laugh more often.
Deidara barged in, watching a bit too long as Sakura fastened her pants. Finding her half-naked sent a speckle of red across the apples of his cheeks. "Sakura-" He stopped as his sight connected with Pein's momentarily. Was he interrupting another 'requested session'?
"What is it?" Sakura pulled her ragged, old t-shirt over her head. No matter how many times she washed the poor thing, the old blood stains never disappeared.
Brushing away his irritation, he rummaged through the belongings in his belt pack. "Here, I've got something for you. Their detonation range is exactly 1.2 meters around, so make sure to throw from a distance." Several spider-shaped bombs fell into her hand. "Try not to set them off together, hm."
"And you're giving them to me? Do you really think I'm going to get in trouble?" she asked, settling the rounded clay bombs in her own pouch.
"Don't assume this will be easy. He is a demon, so I'm sure he has a few tricks," Pein answered, walking to the door. "I'll wait for you near the portal."
Alone, Deidara relaxed. Blue eyes darted from her face to his hands. "Sakura."
"Yeah?" She drank the remaining water from an old bottle, stuffing another into her bag.
He took her hand, features wracked with concern. The room seemed smaller as he crept closer to her. "I wish that I could come with you to help. It's terrible that all we can do is just sit and wait it out, hm." This entire day was going to be the team agonizing over whether she was alive or not and he wasn't as confident as Pein was. Humans were capable of killing others without a shred of remorse - tearing them apart, cutting through their skin like paper - so how would she hold up against an ancient demon?
Her hand tightened around his, a comforting smile crossing her lips. "Deidara, I'll be back-" Her words of reassurance were cut short as Deidara pulled her into a rib-crushing hug. His arms wrapped around her body, squeezing the air out of her lungs.
He would never let go. She was the first human - the first anything - he harbored feelings for. She could tell him hundreds of times that she'd come back, but he refused to believe a single thing until Sakura carried the weapon in her hands with her feet on their plane. His face buried into her shoulder, inhaling the fresh scent of her clothing - the artificial fragrance of springtime embedded in the thin material. In all his ways, he tried to memorize the feel of her body in his arms, how he carried her on different occasions in the past. In his hidden truths, all he wanted to do was carry her away, so she wouldn't have to be involved in this mess ever again.
"Deidara, you're squeezing too hard," she whispered.
His fingers combed through the ends of her hair. This was it. He was done for. Deidara knew he would appear weak in the eyes of his peers, but knowing that she could die and return as some lost soul in Hell (or some high-marked saint in Heaven, but the chances of that were slim to none) left him with no other choice.
Ready to yell and squirm out of the blonde's grip, Sakura was caught off-guard as his lips connected with hers. He fumbled clumsily as the two stumbled back, Sakura's body pinned between the wall and Deidara's frame. Her face was marked with crimson, her heart rate accelerating. He was actually kissing her!
Pulling away, both sat in a daze for a few seconds, staring at one another. Deidara jumped as Sakura shrieked, grabbing pillows off of her bed and chucking them at his head.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" he yelled, batting them away.
Her eyes widened, the girl flustered. "Y-you kissed me! On the lips!" There wasn't a sign ahead that lit up in neon bulbs that read, 'Kiss ahead. Prepare for sudden onset tachycardia and a shocking, silent confession of someone's attraction to you!'
He didn't know how to respond to that. "Yeah?" A pair of pants were thrown over his face. "Did I do something wrong, hm?!"
"Well, no, but... It's not like I was expecting-" She pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips, the sensitive skin still buzzing. She shared a kiss with another man in less than a twenty-four hour period. How would the others see her if they found out?
Falling onto her bed, Deidara laid back with eyebrows knitted and mouth down-turned into a puzzled frown. Pein jumped her bones and she sang like a bird. He kissed her and now she was sputtering like a dying seal.
"I can't believe you," Sakura wailed, the heat in her face slowly diminishing, but the thumping in her chest just as rapid as before. "I didn't know you wanted that!"
"Why wouldn't I? You're pretty and kill things," he explained plainly.
"Killing isn't supposed to be attractive," she replied dryly. "Listen, Deidara, I can't really talk about this now, but when I come back I'll-"
"And what if you don't," he broke in, features glum. "I may never see you again."
"You will see me again, Deidara."
He shared his lack of conviction by crossing his arms and tearing his eyes away from her. Pein could tell her all of the things she wanted to hear, but he needed to give her that splash of reality. If their leader wasn't going to be the responsible one, he had to.
The side of the bed opposite of his gaze sank as she climbed up beside him. Her arms delicately wrapped themselves over his neck and shoulders, hanging loosely. Sitting silently, he felt her head rest against the center of his back.
"Have faith in me. When I come back, we can talk together alone." Hearing no response, she decided on a new approach. "You know, I heard Gladius Kings' new season is premiering next week. Do you want to watch it together?" She smiled as she felt the muscles in his back tense.
"Does that mean Kyotaro will have another chance at fighting Satoshi?" he asked quietly. Feeling her nod, Deidara turned to face her. "Don't forget the bombs. If you're in a tough spot, use them. I don't care if there are none left when you come back, just don't get hurt, Sakura."
She patted the pouch on her waist. "Got it. Let's go."
Both walking down the stairs, Sakura felt the air thicken with a subdued fog of emotions. The others shared a similar expression of hopeful optimism as she locked gazes with them, but it was so easily transparent to her that they were all uncertain of today's outcome. This was the day that she would be risking her life for. Fear and excitement coarsed through her veins. The feeling reminding her of the day she had her first interview with SOMS founder, Sarutobi Hiruzen. Like many of her classmates, Sakura was afraid she may never be accepted. But to revel in her accomplishments and take the first step forward to her future gave her enough determination and passion that ellicited a second interview then the admission registration and the final meeting before becoming a full-fledged student.
Hopefully, her current situation would end on the same, happy note. Less interaction, though.
Pein acknowledged Deidara, but the boy seemed too held up in his mind to notice. Turning to the girl, he raised his partizan. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Then let's meet with Konan." He stuck the spearhead through the wood, light emitting from the gate's entrance.
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Shisui sat at one of the many tables in the feasting hall. Amrita sloshed in his glass, the sweet nectar untouched as he stewed in his crestfallen state.
"A glass raised to the Master!" an angel cheered, drinking happily.
Shisui copied the others, but didn't put nearly enough heart into it. His mind was on other things... two other things. People, to be exact. He wondered fretfully if Itachi and Sasuke were being treated well under Indra's supervision. The thought of either one being harmed pained him. They were like family and watching as they were carted off from the front courtyard was devastating.
It just didn't make sense. Sasuke was a bit off since his return, but Itachi knew better. Rumors were spreading amongst the angels - Itachi and Sasuke were attempting an escape. He shuddered at the thought. Of course, it wasn't true, but since Indra stressed his intolerance for disloyalty and betrayal, he couldn't sleep knowing they may wind up dead.
An angel nudged him. "Hey, Shisui, drink up! Today's a blessed day!"
He smiled miserably. "Right," he answered, sipping at his cup.
"Don't act so depressed, Shisui. Itachi is one of Indra's precious warriors! He'll walk out with a slap on the wrist and that'll be the end of it." The angel drank from his cup, slapping his lips together. "Sasuke, on the other hand..."
"Ah, keep your mouth full of wine, Atsui," another spouted, pouring a pitcher-full in the former's mouth. "You're talking without thinking again."
Atsui wiped the spilled drink from his lips, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, Shisui. I didn't mean to offend you."
"It's alright. I just... hope the two are okay," Shisui replied.
"They'll be fine. As Lord Indra says, 'Faith is carried only in the hand that holds it.' You've just got to stay faithful and things will end up alright!"
Never had words felt so foreign to him.
Maybe I just need some guidance, he thought, standing from his seat. I'll speak with Lord Indra. He'll understand.
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Konan's eyes glimmered with surprise, brows raised. That scent. Peeking under her lashes, she found Pein's pack approaching her, Sakura accompanying them. Strangely, she couldn't mark her as a human - her scent mixed with the others.
"We've come for the weapon," Pein announced. "Sakura has accepted the mission."
"By her own choice?" Konan asked aloud.
Sakura stepped forward. "Yes," she confirmed.
On her feet, Konan came to Pein's side. "A word?" she requested.
Hesitating, Pein followed her, fists at his sides. Yet another attempt to denegrate their objective and Sakura's compliance? With a lengthy distance from the others, Konan turned on her heels to face her old friend.
"I'm worried about her," she started.
He folded his arms over his chest, ready to take the brunt of her opposition. "We've been over this numerous times. The weapon is an absolute necessity."
"It's not that. I've come to accept your asinine 'goal'," she remarked, voice sour.
"Then what is it?"
Konan frowned, visibly troubled. "Sakura's human scent is completely gone. I can no longer distinguish her from the rest of you."
"Is that such a bad thing?" he countered. "If she is to join us on our missions, it would be an added perk we could take advantage of. Demons would no longer target her."
"But angels could mistake her for one of your kind. If a soldier happens to sense any of you without close regard, they could attack without realizing a human is in your company."
"Impossible. A group of seven unable to spot angels in this bleary landscape? Your worries are pointless. We're all skilled fighters. Besides, Sakura's human scent will return if she keeps herself with other humans, right? She just has to stay away from Hell for a certain period of time."
"Then after retrieving the weapon, you must promise me that she'll take a break from missions until it returns." She tapped her finger to her temple. "Really, it's mind-boggling. Why would her scent disappear so suddenly? Surely these effects couldn't have happened in such a short duration." The process of human camouflage was much more complex than she anticipated. Since she was surrounded by more than one, the disguise could cloak her faster, but Konan wasn't a demon-human relations specialist.
Pein toyed with the idea of telling her of last night's escapades. If he did, she may attack him, immersing his entire body into flesh-charring flames and tear his limbs from his body and burn all of the pieces until he was completely unrecognizable.
If he didn't tell her, he'd miss out on a pretty good face.
He weighed the risks: possible dismemberment and immolation or leaving without seeing her reaction? It was a difficult choice to make.
"It probably happened because I slept with her," he decided.
Konan's mouth twitched, her pupils constricting to thin slits, the woman staring through Pein as though he was just a layer of glass. Gradually, anger trickled into her features like a stream of water running through a cracking wall of rocks. Pein smirked as her feet slowly left the ground.
Worth it.
From the sidelines, the others watched curiously.
"What the fuck are they doing? We don't have time for damn conversations," Hidan griped, slapping his hand to his forehead.
Sakura crept a step closer, trying to make out Konan's face. She startled herself as the fallen angel's paper wings cast open like a fan.
"Shit, she looks angry. You don't think that he told her?" Kisame wondered, grinning with anticipation, the conversation flying over Sakura's head.
Kakuzu sighed, "He did." He raised his head, watching as Konan whipped several bonded paper strips across Pein's left side, detonating them into a cloud of smoke. "What a disaster. Anything to get under her skin."
Deidara and Sakura watched in awe. She was the only one left to witness Pein taking on Konan, but it seemed the latter was doing most of the work. What on earth could they be fighting about? Was she that driven to keep her away from the weapon?
She ran forward against the shouts of her teammates. Konan and Pein didn't need to fight about this in front of her, she could do the talking!
Noticing her through the small spaces of her shield of paper, Konan retreated back while simultaneously releasing Pein from the swarms of thick washi. "Sakura."
"It was my choice, Konan! I told him that I wanted to!" she exclaimed, slightly out of breath.
Pein brushed the burnt, shriveled pieces of leftover paper from his roasted arm, his tunic held together by a few strings. Hearing Sakura defend him was nice, considering that she was probably speaking about the weapon rather than their not-so-private affair.
Sakura continued, her hand to her chest in an earnest manner. "I know it's something that you're strongly against, but I really do feel like it's my duty. Pein and the others are counting on me and I know that now."
"The others?" Konan squinted her eyes in disbelief. Was she really...?!
"Yes! I'm sorry if it upsets you, but I can't back down now that I've made a promise. They're all expecting so much from me and I won't allow myself to disappoint them," Sakura explained. Pein smiled smugly over the girl's shoulder at Konan.
Konan couldn't absorb all of this information in one day. Was this young woman really sharing intimate encounters with all of these men?! "Sakura, this isn't natural."
"Why isn't it? They've taught me so many different things! I've experienced so much with people I've become very close to," she argued.
Konan looked at Pein incredulously as he resisted the urge to laugh. This poor girl was playing her like a fool and hadn't a clue about the context of their original conversation. What a wonderful day this was turning out to be.
"Please, Konan. They make me happier than I've been in my entire life. Sure, they can be pretty damn annoying at times, but I wouldn't change anything," Sakura pleaded, clasping her hands together.
Unsure, and slightly disturbed, Konan folded her wings and dropped to the ground. "I... may not understand your passion for this, but I cannot deny that they are behaving better than they used to." She paused, wondering if the human world had changed that drastically since her time in Heaven. "I'll refrain from criticising your views. For now, let's head to Madara's realm."
Sakura expressed her gratitude to the woman while Pein motioned the others to meet them.
Sasori idled at his leader's side, seemingly interested in the level of discomfort radiating from Konan. "Your arm is injured and your clothes are tattered. What happened?"
"Sakura sorted it out with her naivete."
"So you did admit it to Konan." Sasori shook his head disapprovingly. "You just love riling her up, don't you?"
"Can you blame me? Seeing that calm visage break every once in a while is a pleasurable sight," Pein responded. A tap on his shoulder cut his chat short as it was time to bid the two women farewell.
Konan, gesturing to the others, spoke to Sakura, "They cannot go where we must. If you wish to say any departing words, this is the time."
Sakura could take a hint. Now, it was time to say any last words in case the worst outcome actually came true. Approaching them, Sakura bowed to them respectfully. "I'll see you later, guys. Don't have too much fun without me."
"Kind of hard to when one of the most interesting members will be gone," Kisame joked. He stalled minutely, thoughtful of their situation. Then, his large hand slapped onto the top of her head, ruffling her hair. "Be careful, kid."
"Don't try to be sneaky," Kakuzu added. "The stories of Madara are full of his mischief, so he won't fall for anything. And don't you try to fall for any of his tricks either. You're smarter than that."
Swirling from a black mass, Raiton and Suiton crawled from underneath his shirt, jumping on his shoulders. "Kakuzu's bride! Good luck!" Raiton wished, waving his spindly, little arm.
Suiton mimicked his brother. "Good luck!"
Sakura laughed, nodding. "Okay, okay. I will." As they retreated back into their places on Kakuzu's back, she turned to the rest of her team. "I'll try to order some nice take-out when I get back, okay?"
Hidan bit at his thumb, eyes averted. "That won't matter if you end up dead, idiot. Make sure to fuck up that Madara and get the weapon. When you come back, I'll kick your ass on equal grounds, so you can't say shit." He spoke quickly, his words toppling over each other, body seemingly closed off to her.
"We'll see. But if you start crying about losing then I can't help you there," she teased, receiving an approving grin from the silver-haired demon.
Sasori carried a card in his hand, marked with ancient text Sakura wasn't familiar with. "A card?" She examined it carefully, squinting at the strange gift.
"It's a summoning. The chest that originally housed the weapon is bound to the card. Once you have it, you can store the weapon inside and bind it to the card again. I created it in case you may require an easier transport. You know, if the weapon is a two-handed greatsword of some kind."
"Oh, I didn't even think about that. Thanks, Sasori." However, it seemed unlikely. The chest was so small, it could only fit a dagger or something of similar size. She flinched as he flicked the tip of her nose.
"Remember our lessons, Sakura," he stressed, "I will not allow you to fail this mission."
"So much pressure," she mumbled, rubbing her nose. "I'll do whatever is in my power."
"And let me give you a piece of advise." Leaning in, he spoke in a hushed tone. "No names. Keep anything about us quiet in the case that an angel comes to Madara for questioning. Understood?"
"Crystal clear."
Deidara hurried to her, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Sakura, make it back here. You made the promise to watch Gladius Kings, so you have to, hm."
"I will, Deidara," she reassured, smiling.
"And..." He swallowed hard, his face and ears burning. "Can I kiss you?"
Pein slammed his hand into Deidara's face, pushing the blonde away from Sakura. "Enough with your langue doucereux."
"Hey! I was talking to her!" Deidara shouted. "Ça me fait chier. Hm!"
Pein stared down at him. "There are more important matters. Leave, Sakura. We'll be waiting."
Gathering herself, Sakura nodded her head slowly. Deidara had a knack for throwing her off her game. She waved once more before turning her back to them. "Goodbye! I'll be back! I promise!" Konan grabbed hold of her wrist, the air surrounding the pair growing thin. Glittering lights like that of a city invaded her vision, their bodies losing mass and their feet lifting above the ground.
"Kick the living shit out of him! Madara will be begging you to give him that fucking weapon when you're done, Sakura!" Hidan howled, the words being her last as the women vanished completely.
Now, silence. The six were left without any words. Half wondered if this was what they were seeking, putting even the tiniest amount of dependence on a mortal. The others thought of nothing, fixated on her return with the weapon. They were so close - their fingertips brushing against the future, a revolt in every demon's name locked away. Now, all they needed to do was wait.
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Sakura fell from Konan's arms, tumbling onto the hard ground. She rolled onto her back, rubbing her aching head. Traveling like that made her feel like she was trapped in a trash compacter, her body curling into a ball, tighter and tighter. Maybe she was being too critical of Pein's scrolls. She'd much rather feel light-headed than flattened like a pancake.
"Damn, how long does it take for this feeling to wear off?" she complained, jamming her thumb against the center of her forehead. "I don't think I can- Konan?"
Gone. Like a dream.
Jumping to her feet, Sakura took in her surroundings. "Konan?" A mocking laugh echoed behind her, the voice belonging to a man with long, choppy hair and a strong build. "Madara."
"So you know my name? I'm deeply honored," he spouted dryly. With a playful grin, he bowed to her half-heartedly.
Sakura squared her shoulders, head held higher. "Where's Konan?"
"Relax, little one. She's off on her own while I deal with you," he replied, clearly seeing through her guise.
Her eyes drifted to the metal rods puncturing his shoulders and the studs circling the center of his chest. Why was she seeing this again? What was the point of these piercings for? Pein had so many on his body that it would be too obvious that she was counting them. None of the others had them, so was it only for older demons? Ones that lived before the banishment?
"Interested, eh?" Madara broke in, interrupting her thoughts. "Admiring the physique of an illustrious member of the holy guard, aren't you?"
"What? No!" If she mentioned that she knew someone with similar piercings, he may know she'd been in contact with Pein. And, as Sasori told her, it would be troublesome if an angel found out they visited Madara.
He waved her off, rolling his eyes. "Human women are so easily tempted," he remarked dully.
"I'm not attracted to you," Sakura exclaimed, grinding her teeth. "I want the weapon!"
His onyx eyes flickered with newfound interest. "How humorous. A woman wanting to get her hands on my sword." With no response from the other party, Madara smiled down at her, fascinated by this stranger. "You're not like the others that have come to visit me."
"Others have visited you?" she asked. She had expected to be the second to meet with him. No-one had told her that there were more...
He nodded, reminiscing. "Many others - always bowing and feigning politeness. Unfortunately, they never lasted long. Konan's an exception, however."
She regarded him warily. "They... never last?"
"What makes you think they would?" Regarding her quizzically, the old demon began circling her. "What is your name?"
"As if you need to know," she sassed, watching him carefully.
He laughed, "Women aren't usually so discourteous in my presence. I'd like to think you're just playing hard to get."
"Fuck off! All I came here for-" Her entire body froze as she felt long, slender fingers comb through her hair, pulling gently on the washed, uncut ends. The pads of his fingers trailed down her neck delicately. Turning, Sakura stared daggers at the man who appeared suddenly behind her.
Madara whispered, his icy breath purposefully fanning over her bare neck. "Do not suspect that I am a fool. Although I may find your venture here highly entertaining, that does not inhibit me from killing you." He jerked roughly on her shoulders, lower jaw clenched. "If you want the weapon... rip it from my body."
She twisted out of his grip, planning an attack. He was an ancient being and she was on par with an intermediate-level judo student.
No pressure!
Focus, focus, she chanted in her head. He has to have a weakness! Everybody does!
His legs were positioned perfectly, most likely able to take a hit and then a few more. His arms were covered in scars from past battles, some seemingly more faded than others. To Sakura, it was likely that past visitors must have done a bit of damage against him.
"You're staring again. Have I unknowingly seduced you?" he chaffed.
She rolled her eyes. "Shut up." Was this guy ever going to take her seriously?
Tilting his head, Madara showed off a beguiling grin. "What purpose does a human girl have for my weapon anyway? I'm wondering why Konan would bother reaching out to you in the first place." The two danced around each other in a circle, watching the other through fierce gazes. "Perhaps you don't need the weapon? Why not stay by my side in this prison? You're much too pretty to discard."
He steadily drifted closer, enough for his hand to reach out for her face. His fingernails traced the soft angles of her jaw. "Re-think your options. I'm not like those monsters thrown in Hell. I lived in Heaven and was held in high-esteem for my duty. I would rather not have this meeting end with bloodshed."
Sakura quietly fished through her waist pouch, fumbling arond for the small folding knife she packed - just in case. Her jaw clenched, eyes refusing to leave his for the sake of animalistic dominance. She hated him. More than anyone she could have ever hated in her life. Looking down at her like a little object. He was a narcissistic old jerk with an ego the size of a daibutsu, minus all of the positives most were known for.
"What do you say? Let's not act irrationally," he continued. "Stay with me until I've had my fill."
"Like hell I would do anything with you, bastard!" Folding knife in hand, Sakura stabbed the small weapon through his chest, piercing his flesh.
Stricken silent by her sudden attack, Madara stared down at her, his pleasure over her diversion to his imprisoned existence vanishing into thin air. "You really expected a human-made weapon to harm me?"
The two-inch blade dug deeper into his chest as Sakura pushed harder, her hand still firmly on the grip. "I don't fucking care! Having you think I'm some little doll that you can play with is not what I came here for! I am a woman, but I've fought against demons before. I'm not afraid of you. I just want the fucking weapon lodged in your damn stomach!" She pulled the knife from his upper pectoral with a single jerk. "If I have to rip it from your stomach then I will. I want nothing to do with you otherwise!"
His fingers curled into his palms, creating tightly-clenched fists. "Fine. Have it your way."
Sakura yelled in surprise as Madara vanished yet again from her sight. The sudden puncture of pain radiating from her back threw her forward. He was too fast for her mortal eyes to see. Sakura knew that if this continued, her efforts would be completely in vain.
Meaning: She had to fight a little dirty to even have a chance of squaring up against him.
"You've fought demons, little girl? I suppose it could be something to gloat about if Konan was at your side protecting you. Otherwise, you're just as weak as the rest. In Heaven, I was the strongest - the wisest, even - a single step below the Master."
His boasting annoyed her. She'd rather die than hear him utter another damn thing about himself. "I swear, you're so fucking obnoxious. If you think Heaven's so great then why did they lock you in here anyway?" she bit out, stalling time as she inconspicuously reached inside her pouch for one of the few omamori she brought with her.
"Ignorant louse! Your mouth should be sewn shut!" He stomped towards her, visibly angry that she would even speak to him in such a way. He was a preeminent deity and she was a little speck in the universe - not nearly as important as he was.
His hand cupped her face, pulling her from the ground. With his other hand, he held the back of her head. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," he whispered, twisting her head in an unnatural direction.
Sakura grunted, "I don't care." Taking the charm, she pushed it against his face just as she did with Pein, the talisman fully intact rather than ripped open. Sakura waited for him to recoil back, but he remained just as he was. It seemed as though the charm itself had no effect on him, shocking her.
Panicking, Sakura began to struggle, kicking her legs against him and keeping her hands around his wrists as he sought to break her neck. She wasn't aware of her body's limitations. How much farther did he need to push before he dislocated her vertebrae and dropped her to the floor unable to breathe until she suffocated?
That trick wasn't enough. If he didn't react to the omamori still intact, it would be impossible to open it without losing her grip on both of his hands. She couldn't open it with just one either. Now, she was left without any other choice. Taking her hand off of his, Sakura shuffled through the remaining items in her pouch and grabbed one of the bombs Deidara gave her.
1.2 meters... I don't know how powerful they are, but I'd risk getting blown up than have this freak kill me, she thought.
Madara stared blankly at her. "Konan should have told you that I am not one for mercy. Oh well... She probably won't visit for awhile." He pushed harder against her head, receiving a holler of pain from Sakura.
Dismissing her hesitation, Sakura slapped the clay against the center of his chest, the piece detonating instantaneously. The impact propelled both of them in opposite directions, slamming their bodies against the ground. Her ears rang a constant, high-pitched hum, her eyesight blurred and shaky. The heat and smoke invaded her as though she walked into open flames, frying portions of her hair and burning the entirety of her left hand to a blistered, bloody mess. Her clothing was tattered and torn, a few spots of skin on her upper body searing hot and opened raw. She was left winded with what she suspected to be a fractured wrist and bruised bones. Trying to get to her feet was impossible, her body wouldn't move a single budge until it caught up to her brain.
Apparently, there wasn't time for that as Madara charged towards her. She did her best rolling away from his fist as it hammered in the exact place her head used to be, creating a concave impression in the earth. A gaping hole in his chest bled out, the surrounding flesh charred black like charcoal. He should have been dead, but to Sakura's dismay he was much stronger than the average demon.
Using the stores of energy he had left, Madara clamped down on her leg, yanking her back towards him. Both of his hands wrapped over her neck, the man attempting to strangle her. Sakura immediately went for his open wound, jabbing her hand into his chest.
He cried out as she roughly scraped her nails against his insides, tearing the tissue and muscle apart. She'd never let it end this way. Blood flowed down her arm, staining her clothes as she used enough strength to pass through his entire body, ripping the hole entirely through his chest cavity. Feeling his fingers loosen around her neck, Sakura wrenched her arm from him, coming free and forcing him back while crawling away from his reach.
Madara coughed, splattering blood on the floor. "Explosives... from a demon?" His hand rested over his chest, the fresh blood painting it red in seconds. He was impenetrable against weapons made by mortals. To have this horrendous wound meant she had others in Hell working with her.
Slowly, Sakura pushed herself off the ground, knees wobbling. "I have more!" she threatened.
"Who are you working for? What demon would ever side with a human?" Madara muttered, collapsing as he became unable to hold his own weight.
"That's none of your business. Right now, you should be contemplating how you're supposed to fight with that hole in your chest," she answered, silently praying that he'd stay down.
"If I'm vulnerable, why not finish me off? It would take a bit of time for me to regenerate, so I'd expect you to use that to your advantage."
"Th-then I will!" she decided, however, she was still debating it in her mind. He was severely wounded and it went against her morals to actually kill someone with a conscious. The mindless demons were easy, but he was a walking-talking person.
But Madara was a massive asshole that undermined her abilities and treated her like dirt, so he deserved to die. And like he said, he'd regenerate sooner or later...
She shook her head. "If you've got something to say, say it now!"
He laughed at her. "Humans with their moral sensitivities. Don't mind me at all. In fact, I'd say this was an interesting end to things. You were visited by a lick of luck from the Master and that's all there is to it."
Taking another clay piece from her pouch, Sakura wondered if this was necessary. If she could just push aside her feelings and move on like the others it would make things so much easier. Making space between them, Sakura threw the little spider in his direction with a flick of her wrist. It felt like cheating at a video game. For once, Sakura didn't feel an ounce of pride in herself.
As the other did, the bomb detonated, creating a mild, yet lethal, explosion. Fanning the clouds of smoke away, Sakura approached him. "Madara?" Blood pooled at her feet, her eyes drifting to the lifeless form of the 'high-esteemed, all-knowing demon lord'.
The beating of wings caught her attention as Konan settled behind her. "I apologize. I didn't want my presence to interfere in your objective."
Sakura nodded, "That's fine."
"You seem upset," Konan pointed out. "What's wrong?"
"I just... Okay, I know it's stupid, but I feel bad for him. All I've heard is that he's been locked up in here since forever and, apparently, the only people who ever come to visit him are looking for the weapon, excluding you."
"His title comes with tremendous power and it's only expected of others to come in search of it."
"And I understand that. But throughout all of his dumb bullshit, he still believed that there was still something up in Heaven for him. Why would he consider that? Pein told me angels hate demons, so he wouldn't be any different. For fuck's sake, they locked him in here! I just want to understand."
Konan sighed, crouching down at Madara's feet. "You have a very kind heart, Sakura. But Madara isn't like Pein or the others in Hell. He was born for the Master and by the Master. He took pride in himself and in his accomplishments. Out of all the demons in Heaven, I'm sure he was one of the very few who genuinely respected the angels."
"Sounds like he was just brainwashed. Indra would never allow a demon there."
"Indra wasn't always a governing force," Konan explained. "He began as a humble bard for the Master and had no right to delve in such matters. In fact, an angel named Hashirama presided over the others as one of the Master's best guards. He and Madara were very close."
Sakura turned to her, unable to mask her shock. "An angel and demon friends?"
"More than that. They were practically inseparable." Konan smiled to herself, remembering the many times she'd wander the holy grounds with the pair. "Their personalities were switched which was rather humorous. Instead of being the strict, no-nonsense type like the rest of the angels, Hashirama was playful and openly compassionate while Madara took his role very seriously. They balanced each other well."
"If that's the case, why doesn't Hashirama visit him then? Or is he..." Her voice trickled away, allowing Konan to finish her thought.
"Hashirama's dead. There is no more to tell." Madara's voice startled her, causing the girl to back away a few steps. His body regenerated that fast?! She thought she'd have some time for an explanation and then walk away.
Konan leaned over him. "We're here for the weapon, Madara. Indra is plotting something and it may put everyone at risk." Her voice was soothing, the older woman brushing her knuckles against his cheek.
Madara weakly reached for her hand, taking hold of her wrist. Turning his head, his eyes shifted to Sakura. "Why didn't you just take it and leave? Humans are... so stupid." He pulled himself up, only to have Konan push him back to the ground.
"Your wounds aren't fully healed. Lay back and rest," she murmured.
Sucking in a breath, Sakura sat beside Konan, unsure whether or not he would attack her. After careful monitoring, she relaxed slightly, ready to speak to him civily. "Madara. I didn't take the weapon because I want you to hand it over willingly." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth, but that didn't matter.
"Aren't you just the righteous, upstanding opponent," he remarked hollowly. "I'd kill you now if I could."
"I don't doubt that," she said honestly. "But you must know what's happening. Indra is killing demons! I want to be there to help and fight alongside them, so everyone can be equal again."
"Why do you care about the politics of Heaven and Hell anyway? None of this should matter to you," he stated.
"Well, it should matter to you! Your own people are being murdered," she shouted.
He looked away, a faint, detached smile on his face. "They aren't my people. I have no interest in the affairs of demons created in Hell. They're mindless monsters, seeking only bloodshed and death. Let them rot."
"That's not true! I've met a few who are just like you!"
"Just like me? Me?" He chuckled. "You're as blind as any other mortal."
Konan took Sakura's side. "After you were sealed, many demons escaped Heaven to reside in Hell for protection. Your own brother was one among thousands."
A brother? Sakura hated not being in the know about these sort of facts.
"Blood does not make a brother. That title is earned through trust and respect. Izuna was a stranger to me then and he'd be a stranger to me now," Madara reasoned, unperturbed.
"Hashirama would never allow such gruesome acts to continue," Sakura pointed out. "If he was friends with a demon, that is."
His eyes widened in surprise, disgust etched into his forming scowl. "You have no bearing to speak for Hashirama, girl! I know well that your worthless lineage wasn't even a concept yet, so keep your disgusting thoughts to yourself!" He shook his head, nonplussed. "Presumptuous! As if any human had the right to speak like that about a holy being! You're beyond fortunate I am so weak or I'd finish you off in one strike."
"But I know that even in those times, demons were alienated from angels because of their vast differences. Hashirama cared for you enough that he could look passed that, didn't he? I'm sure that if he was alive, the two of you would want everyone to be treated fairly!" Sakura argued.
"Hashirama is dead! There is no point in questioning what would have happened if he survived," he yelled.
Sakura sat back, pondering if his aggressive reaction was something she should push further. Hashirama was obviously important to Madara - even moreso than his own brother. However, his feelings seemed restrained like they were leashed back by a heavy chain. The others were the same way, having their own trouble with sharing their feelings to her too. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to make a heart-to-heart. The weapon came first.
"Madara, I'd like to compromise with you," she announced.
Konan and Madara shared a look of confusion. "A compromise? Between myself and a lowly human like you?" he replied, skeptical.
"I promise that it's something worth considering."
He winced as Konan lifted him up, her hand on his back as he sat hunched over. "Tell me already."
"Okay... We can use the weapon as collateral, meaning that I can return it to you after everything's said and done. And, if possible, request that you be freed from this prison," she proposed.
Madara wasn't prepared for the latter remark. Set him free? A human to do that simply sounded like a fairy tale. "I've been here for thousands of years. They would never let me out of here."
"Not with that attitude. Besides, anything's possible. Who knows what will happen if the demons win," Sakura countered.
Both of his hands fell over his stomach. "And if I refuse your proposition?"
She patted her pouch gently. "My knife isn't sharp enough to cut you open, so I'd have to blow you up again. I don't want to, but I will."
Looking to Konan for advise, the woman nodded her head, goading him into agreeing. With a long, drawn out sigh, Madara disdainfully regarded Sakura once more. "I begrudgingly accept your offer." He had never witnessed someone asking for temporary ownership. Also, there was still the possibility that she would die anyway, so it was give or take for him. "Just take care to remember that I'm doing this out of honor and respect. I do not agree or expect things to change in either Heaven or Hell. And, of course, if you die, Konan will bring the weapon back to me where it rightfully belongs."
"I understand. Thank you for this." She bowed to him. "I deeply appreciate it, Madara."
He smiled smugly. Madara always approved of the people who treated him like the powerful deity he was. "And you should. Most are not awarded mercy from someone as grand as I."
She rolled her eyes. Atleast he shut up about her being a woman. "I kind of have people waiting for me in Hell, so can we get this over with?"
Impatient, little-
Madara unhinged his jaw, causing a shiver to crawl up her spine. Demons and their gross bodies! How could he claim to be dignified if he literally swallowed his weapon?! Sounded like something a crazy person would do. Then again, she only knew him for so long. Konan obviously felt something towards the man if she continued to meet with him.
She let out a surprised squeak as a small, folded fan emerged from his throat. It took her a few seconds later to realize that what he held was actually the weapon she searched for.
"A fan? I thought you said it was a sword," she stated.
"What I said was a figure of speech. Besides, this weapon is far superior than a sword," he responded, struggling to his feet with Konan's added support.
Sakura narrowed her eyes. "It's so small. There's no way that a simple fan could cut down an angel."
"Oh?" Madara grinned. With a whip of his hand, the fan's guard lengthened, a light pluming outwards into a thin, nephroid-shaped leaf, transforming into a large gunbai war fan. "Are you in awe, little girl?"
"Sakura, are you sure this is what you want?" Konan began, worried as Sakura approached him. "This isn't your fight. You have nothing to prove."
"It was my decision to stay." She halted as Madara stood on his own, peering down at her. "If I die, it will be of my own choice. And... Konan?"
"Yes?"
"I'd hate to think about it, but if I do... Can you tell them I had fun?" she requested.
Konan nodded her head solemnly. "Of course."
Exhaling, Sakura lifted her eyes to Madara. In silence, with her hand hovering over the handle, Sakura finally took hold of the gunbai.
The moment was a blur. All she could feel was an intense weight tug at her hand, the power of the weapon trying to break free from her grasp.
You're not strong enough for me.
You're nothing.
You should just die!
Sakura held on, feeling her body fold like a crumpled piece of paper. But she withstood it. She couldn't let them down. She wasn't all talk, she was proof that a human could stand with demons!
A little girl couldn't possibly be an equal to a demon. You're the flawed creation of an unworthy god. The husk of what could-have-been. Dirt shoveled over and over until the end of time. Your kind are the worst! Die!
So many times she had heard such dissuasion. 'You're not good enough. You can't do this. You can't do that.' As if she would ever follow a path cultivated by someone else. Not again. Her mother could eat a pile of shit before she'd ever accept that life again. None of them could stop her from this. She would not permit another person to tell her what to do with her own life! Damn it, she didn't face a powerful demon just to die!
She was not a scared little girl. She was a stubborn ass that wouldn't budge, not even for a holy weapon!
Bellowing out a loud, almost primal, scream, Sakura lifted the weapon over her head. Her limbs felt like jelly, the fan's power implanting itself into her very core. The brightest of lights invaded her sight, fiery waves of heat soaking her skin. Her knees buckled, but she forced herself to keep standing. She knew that if she faltered once, it was all over.
All of the operating systems in her body seemed to be working twice their normal pace. Faster and faster her heart beat. Every breath she breathed only ended with another need for air. Through all this, all she could think about was coming home.
Coming home to the people she cared about most. The people who needed her to win.
Suddenly, a startling jolt caused her body to spasm. The feeling enveloped her chest, carrying its power through her vessels, mingling with her own blood. Sakura found the sensation disconcerting - like a foreign object had just been introduced inside of her soul.
And just as it began, the feeling ceased.
She fell to her knees, a pounding headache and aching body as the rendering effects.
Madara laughed, "Amazing. You truly are mystifying."
Sakura let out a grunt, unable to release a single bite back at him.
"I was fully expecting you to die, but here you still are." He thought quietly to himself until deciding to speak once more. "There is one thing I will tell you. It's about my no-good brother..."
"What is it?" Konan asked.
"If you're interested in sharpening your skills with my gunbai then it would be best to seek him out. You see, even though I can't stand him, Izuna is a smart fellow. He always had a knack for memorizing things, so I'm sure he can share a few tips."
The woman nodded, "I know his location. He may travel around, but he's been known to stay in Tier-Seven."
Curling his lip in disgust, Madara turned his head away. "Typical. He would go for the most dangerous one, wouldn't he?"
Bending down, Konan helped Sakura up. "Let's go. I'm sure they're worried about you."
"Y-yeah," Sakura mumbled, carrying the weapon with both arms.
Both women began their return back to Hell, Konan's hand raised to create the warp.
"Wait." Madara's voice echoed behind them. "I would like to ask one thing."
Ugh. What now? Sakura was exhausted, ready to fall into bed and sleep for weeks.
"Your name. I'd like to know the identity of the woman who blindsided me and blew away a large chunk out of my chest," he exclaimed, gesturing to the unsightly gash.
Konan held Sakura tightly as their feet left the ground, producing the same blinding light she had seen before. "Haruno Sakura. And don't forget that! Next time we see each other, you'll be walking out of here! I promise!" she yelled in a single breath.
"Haruno Sakura... I see. Well, safe travels then. I hope your actions speak louder than your words," he retorted.
As they disappeared, Madara dropped to the ground, sighing heavily. Laying on his back, he stared at the blank sky above him.
"Don't keep me waiting, Haruno Sakura."
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Pein stood abruptly, sensing the shift in the air around him before Konan and Sakura arrived. Upon their entrance, Sakura stumbled towards as the others quickly grouped beside the pair.
Deidara studied her injuries, astonished by the burns on her hand and the massive amount of blood on her clothes. "Sakura! What happened?"
Sakura grinned, showing off the gunbai, waving it around in her hands. "Madara wasn't as bad as I expected."
"You... got it? You actually got the weapon?" Hidan questioned, dumbstruck.
She bounced on her heels, laughing hysterically. "I got it! I fucking have the gunbai!" Tears formed in her eyes, her chest heaving.
Hidan and Deidara shrieked, the silver-haired demon cursing loudly and hollering while the blonde applauded her.
"Is that his blood and shit all over you? You fucking destroyed him! I can't wait to fight against this thing!" Hidan crowed, examining the weapon up close.
"I'm so relieved you're okay!" Deidara cheered. "Did my bombs work for you, hm?"
Kisame grabbed her up in his arms and tousled her burnt hair. "I knew you'd pull through. You'll have to tell me all about it."
"I'd like to hear the story too," Kakuzu added, walking to Kisame's side. "I'm sure it was quite the challenge."
"He wasn't too much of a trickster, but he had his ways," Sakura explained. "But the weapon really tired me out. I think I need to go to sleep for a while."
"She's right. We should head home. And, Sakura, I'd like to speak with you when we return," Pein announced.
"Hey, she said she was going to spend time with me!" Deidara growled.
"Please. You can have your time together whenever she's rested," Pein impassively responded.
Deidara pouted, his hands scrambling to take Sakura from Kisame's clutches. "Pshh. You better not try anything."
Sasori smirked, "Careful, Pein. You might have a rival."
"It's a bit late for that. Don't you think?" Pein retorted.
Sakura's eyelids drooped. "You all are in such a great mood," she drawled. "We should be celebrating."
"Perhaps another time. We'll have to call Tsunade to tend to your wounds then move forward," Kakuzu noted, pointing directly to her scorched hand.
She nestled closer to Deidara's chest, yawning. "I can't even feel it anymore."
"The gunbai may have helped with numbing the pain temporarily. But it's best to be safe than sorry," Sasori explained. "Why are you still holding that thing anyway? I brought the chest for a reason, you know."
"I went through hell to get this thing. I'll put it in the chest when I want to," she argued. The fan was relatively light for her, making it even easier to carry it.
"So proud. I guess it's okay since it is a moment to relish in. Soak it all up while you can," he replied.
Deidara squeezed her lightly. "Sleep, Sakura. You did a great job."
Relaxing, Sakura did as he instructed, finally caving into her desperate need to rest.
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She awoke, hearing Tsunade's voice calling out to the others. "Hey, she's waking up!"
Squinting at the sunlight pouring into her room, Sakura felt a hand stroke her hair. "How are you feeling, Sakura?"
"Tsunade? Please, tell me I haven't been out for a week," she whined, shading her eyes.
The woman laughed, her shoulders shaking. "I can't believe that's the first thing you're worried about. Nah, it's only been a day. You slept like a baby."
Lifting her hand, Sakura felt the tightly wound bandage stiffen against her. She felt disgusting. Her hair clinging in black clumps on her head while she still smelled the blood on her clothes.
"You guys scared the hell out of me. The way they were carrying you made me think you were close to death like before," Tsunade sighed. "That better not happen again."
"When can I take a shower?" Sakura asked.
"Anytime. I left a list of things you need to do to take care of your burns and some pain relievers on your desk."
"What are you? A doctor too?" the girl grunted.
Tsunade shrugged. "Used to be. Don't do that anymore though. My husband Dan has his own practice while I rent out a few places."
Yeah, and try to scare your tenants off.
"I appreciate the help, Tsunade. But I need to speak privately with Sakura," Pein remarked, motioning for the others to leave, as well.
Tsunade understood, wishing the girl a fast recovery and grumbling about getting a quick drink. Sometimes, she was too nice.
Now alone, Sakura sat up, propping a few pillows behind her. "Madara has a brother named Izuna. He told me that I should contact him for more information on the gunbai."
"Izuna. I'm fairly familiar with the name. What else occurred?" Pein sat down at her side, giving her a bit of space.
"He didn't really want to give me the weapon, so I told him that I would just be borrowing it until it was safe enough to return it." She frowned as he appeared angry. "What? I got it, didn't I?"
"It would have been better if you had just taken it without making a compromise. You obviously fought with the man, so why make a deal like that?"
She threw her hands in the air, frustrated by his response. "I don't know! I felt bad that he was cooped up in there without anybody else. What was I supposed to do? Pry open his ribcage and take it?!" Crossing her arms, she turned away from him. "Always ready to criticize. Damn, Pein. I thought you'd be happy like everyone else."
"I am. I was just hoping we could take it for ourselves." Craning over her legs, he managed a glimpse at her face. "I'm proud of you. You really outperformed any human I've seen."
She faced him, eyes fixated on his. "Do you mean that?"
"What other human would be dumb enough to use an explosive at close range?"
"The same dumb human that made you drink a bunch of beer."
"It was torture, no doubt."
Creeping closer, Sakura felt the heat of blood cross over her cheeks. She made her way to his lips, kissing him until he pulled away. "What? Why did you do that?"
Pein wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "I... wasn't expecting that." Spying the hurt in her eyes, Pein attempted to explain himself. "Don't do something so unfair. I'm not used to it."
"But we did it the other night. Why would you act like you didn't like me kissing you?"
"That night was influenced by alcohol and nerves. I didn't anticipate you wanting more from it," he responded logically.
Sakura struggled to comb her fingers through her hair. Great, now she would need to chop off a few inches. "You said that if I had any itches, you could help."
"I know that. Just..." He stood off from the bed. "You're being an ass." His voice marked with frustration.
"What?! How?"
Pein rubbed his stiffened shoulder. "I'll relieve you of your desires, but please, don't kiss me like that."
"You're fine with having your arm torn off or being bossed around by Indra, but a kiss from me bothers you?" Her eyes softened as he didn't answer her. "Fine. I won't do it unless you say it's okay. I was just feeling a bit crazy and it was the first thing that popped into my head."
"It's alright. Stranger things have happened," he replied, walking to the entryway. "Go freshen up and relax some more. Your body needs to recuperate." He stood idle in the middle of the hallway, exhaling silently as he stared back at the closed bedroom.
Resisting the urge to return inside, Pein's hand hovered over the door's handle only to move back as Deidara treaded up the stairs.
"Are you done?" the blonde asked, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Of course," Pein answered pleasantly, walking out of his way to speak to the others, ready to share the information of Izuna and the following task they needed to act upon. Taking a final glance back upstairs, he watched as Deidara entered her room with a warm, friendly smile.
"Sakura, do you need any help?"
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Shisui wandered through the halls, failing to find Indra. He wasn't in his usual spot atop the balcony, enjoying the sweet melody of a bard in the gardens nor did any angel in the main halls see him for some time. It was as though he had vanished into thin air.
Passing by another angel, Shisui asked them of Indra's location, desperate to speak with him. "Temari! Please, tell me. Have you seen Indra?"
"The last time I saw him, he was with Obito. I wasn't nearby, but it looked like they were heading to his room," she answered.
He thanked her, running in the opposite direction towards Indra's chambers. His concern for Itachi and Sasuke far outweighed the fear of being reprimanded by their predecessor. Since he was an angel of high regard, most were only allowed inside if the purpose was of utmost importance. But he needed to hear Indra's reassurance and hear what had happened. Besides, Indra was a kind man - possibly a bit rough around the edges - but overall a good individual who had their best interests at heart. He would definitely forgive Shisui's sudden intrusiveness.
Just as he had once visited, the halls leading to his room were dark, the air filtering though the closed-off tunnel raising goosebumps on his flesh. A sick feeling came over his stomach as an unrecognizable odor perforated his senses. He shielded his nose, the act failing to make an effort of blocking out the rancid stench. What could cause such a horrible scent?
Turning the corner and reaching Indra's door, Shisui's throat tightened. There was no way to explain it - not rationally, of course - but an invisible fog of evil seeped from the cracks of the entrance. He quietly made his way towards the chamber, worried he may interrupt something. Inside, he heard the muffled conversation between Indra and Obito.
"This operation is becoming dangerous. Aren't you worried about the Master's rising suspicions?" Obito wondered, his voice voice beyond the barrier.
"Without Itachi in the mix, I have nothing to fear. Being locked away, he won't be around to snoop in my plans," Indra remarked, fairly annoyed at the question.
Obito voiced his opposition, the sound of glass clinking loudly in the room. "I don't share your confidence. What about Pein and the other demons? I know you wouldn't let them walk around free while another gate's been opened - and in the mortals' world, nonetheless!"
"Silence Obito! Your words sound questionably doubtful of me. Are you really that unreliable in my time of need?"
Shisui heard a sigh, most likely belonging to Obito. "You're right. I apologize for appearing that way. But this scheme seems implausible. How will demon's blood work with angels if we have only performed one test?"
The young angel lurking behind the door covered his mouth in shock. Demon's blood? What could Indra seek with such a vile thing? Overhearing the rest of their conversation had his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach.
"Use some of the angels if necessary. Primarily the disposables; I wouldn't want our best soldiers discarded if things turn grim." The words slipped from his lips so casually, as though he were simply talking of the weather and not of using their own kind as lab rats.
"What of Itachi and Sasuke? Both are capable soldiers with powerful blood. Would it be best to dispose of them?" Obito asked.
"Absolutely not. After I've finished the steps towards gaining my new title, I'll release them. If they protest their allegiance to me, then we can kill them. Let's remain optimistic for now, Obito. Everything else is already laid out." He paused, exhaling a content growl after seemingly taking a long drink from his wine. "The future is looking bright."
"Sir..." Obito murmured tentatively.
"Yes, yes I know. Bring him in," Indra instructed.
Backing away, Shisui jumped in fear as the door whipped open. The guard grabbed him by the arm forcefully, a stoic expression on his face. Slamming the door behind him, Obito threw the eavesdropper onto the floor at Indra's feet.
"Shisui. Why are you skulking about this time of night? Aren't you aware that my quarters are strictly off-limits?"
Shaken, Shisui's immediate reaction was to bow down, his forehead pressed firmly against the marble stone. "I meant no ill-intention, Lord Indra. Honestly, I came here to-"
"Making up excuses," Obito spat, unsheathing his sword.
"Not at all! I was in search of answers, Lord Indra!" His body trembled as the sharp point of Obito's weapon rested on his back. "Please, believe me! I just wanted to set my mind at ease over Itachi and Sasuke's imprisonment."
Indra rested back in his chair, chin propped by his hand. "You witnessed it with your own eyes, yes? They attempted to flee."
"That can't be! I've known Itachi all my life. He would never betray us!" Shisui denied, shaking his head.
"Oh, but he did. I know it's hard to understand. I was at a loss of words myself, but people change. Manipulated by his younger brother, no doubt. Be thankful I didn't kill them then. Both still have potential, afterall."
Tears of anger welled in Shisui's eyes. To hear it with his own ears! He couldn't wrap his head around it. He refused to.
"Lies," he hissed, clenching his fists. "My brother would never act against you. Even if it cost him his life!"
Indra appeared unfazed. "Are you accusing me? Well, believe what you want. It doesn't matter to me." He smiled impishly at his partner. "It appears you'll have your mind set at ease, Obito. Shisui has gladly volunteered to run through our 'tests'."
Nodding, Obito cased his weapon then brought a struggling Shisui to his feet. Both fought against each other, Shisui putting up quite the fight against his stronger opponent. Tumbling across the room, Obito slammed the other man into the wall, subduing him with his hands behind his back.
"How can you do this? The Master will smite you down for your sins!" Shisui yelled as Obito opened the door.
Indra stared through him with eyes void of emotion. "That empty shell is nothing more than a dying bud tinged with shame and misfortane. Soon, our Master will be bowing to me as the new god of this world and all things connected."
Shisui wrestled in Obito's hold. "This isn't right! Stop this now! Lord Indra, this isn't right!"
Laughing loudly at his captive, Indra approached him at the open doorway. "Don't be foolish, Shisui. I'm always right."
