Chapter Fourteen. I am so sorry for the wait! Life was really busy. But summer is almost here, so I'll have more time to work on this story! Although I will probably going to be working full time (I am going on a trip to Europe, so I need to make a lot of money so I can go! :D). I give a huge thank you to all of the amazing readers who read, favourite, alert, and review this story! It means so much to me and I appreciate each and everyone of you! Thank you so much! If anyone has any suggestions for the story, I'd love to hear them! Also, a special thanks to Kirathis-chan for helping me with the chapter! Now, enjoy the chapter!
I awoke with a jolt and I took in a deep gasp of air. I blinked slowly and looked around the dimly lit room. I hadn't been in this room before. I was lying on a comfortable bed and there were cabinets that took up the entire wall to my left. I immediately assumed I was in the medical ward of the Akatsuki base. My head was pounding painfully and I felt nauseous. I shifted my body and sat up, remembering all of the injuries I had received while training with the damn Uchiha. I looked down at my body, surprised to see that there was no visible damage. No bandages, no new scars, nothing. I was perfectly fine.
"You're finally awake." A monotone voice said, interrupting my thoughts.
My eyes shot up and shot over to the source of the voice. It was Itachi. He was sitting idly in a chair by the door. The fucking asshole. "What the fuck happened?" I growled angrily.
"Genjutsu." Itachi answered simply.
"Want to explain…?" I hissed.
"It was a fairly simple genjutsu. I cast it when we first met in the hallway." Itachi said.
I groaned, "How long was I out for?"
"Three weeks." The Uchiha said.
"Holy fuck!" My eyes widened. That long?
"For a chunin level genjutsu, you failed miserably." Itachi said, stating the obvious.
I glared at Itachi. I already knew that. I didn't need him to tell me. "Why was my cat in the genjutsu?" I asked, changing subjects.
Itachi said nothing; he just stood up and walked out of the room. I scrambled to sit up and get off the bed to follow Itachi, but as soon as I stood up, a wave of dizziness hit me. I leaned against the bed, supporting my weak legs. Fuck. I was tired already. I was pissed the fuck off. Itachi had no right to use such a powerful (well... powerful for me...) genjutsu on me, especially when he knew that I sucked ass at it. Itachi walked back into the room and stared at me.
"You should rest. The genjutsu put a lot of strain on your mind and body." He told me.
"I am perfectly fine." I snapped and glared at the Uchiha, as I stood up. I took a few steps before my legs decided to betray me and give out. I fell to the ground, landing painfully on my ass. Itachi walked over calmly and gently grasped my arm; pulling me up and helping me back onto the hospital bed. My cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment. I hated having to be helped with something as simple as walking. Itachi lifted my legs and put me on the bed. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Thanks." I muttered. I felt so weak. I hated it here.
"Just make sure to stay in bed until Konan comes to check on you." Itachi said emotionlessly. And with that, he left the room.
I settled into the bed, getting more comfortable. I closed my eyes, deciding to sleep since I didn't have anything better to do.
I wasn't sure how long I was asleep for, but I was suddenly awoken by a very, very loud voice, "MAKI-CHAN! YOU'RE AWAKE!"
I flinched and opened my eyes, glaring at the masked brat. "I was sleeping." I hissed, "What do you want?"
"Tobi just came to see how Maki-chan was doing! Tobi missed you!" He said, bouncing up to the side of the bed and staring at me.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Tobi, get the hell out of here. I don't want to see you."
"But Maki-chan! Konan-chan sent Tobi to get you! She said you were all better and needed to start training your lazy ass!" Tobi said cheerfully.
My right eye twitched slightly, "I'm not lazy."
"Well all you've been doing is sleeping!" Tobi giggled.
"I was unconscious." I said, deadpan.
Tobi giggled and ran over to me, grabbing my left arm and pulling me out of the bed. I stood on wobbly legs, trying to find my center of balance. Before I had time to fully gain awareness of my weakened body, Tobi grabbed my hand. I was pulled out the door and dragged by Tobi down the halls, running to keep up with him, so he wouldn't pull off my arm. We stopped outside the kitchen and Tobi beamed at me, "Tobi was doing all the cooking with Hidan-san the entire time Maki-chan was sleeping! Tobi is a good boy!"
I ripped my hand out of Tobi's grasp and glared at him, "I don't care."
Tobi just stared at me before bouncing into the kitchen. I sighed and slowly followed in after him. My legs still felt a little weak, but I was feeling better than I had when I first woke up. I was greeted with the unpleasant sight of Hidan, stirring a pot of water on the stove angrily. I inwardly laughed at him. I assumed Hidan had been stuck doing all of the chores and cooking for the past three weeks while I was in the medical ward.
"Maki-chan, you can start chopping some yummy veggies for Tobi!"
I sighed and I got out a chopping board and a knife. I grabbed a carrot from the counter and began chopping the orange vegetable lazily. I was tired and every now and then, a wave of nausea would wash over me, only to pass by quickly. The genjutsu, as weak as it was, had taken its toll on me. I was weak. I really needed more training. I scowled at the vegetable on the cutting board in front of me, my chopping becoming a little more violent.
"So, you're still fucking alive?" I heard the Jashinist ask, "Fuck, I was hoping you fucking died."
I glared and ground my teeth together. I said nothing, willing myself to be calm, not wanting to give Hidan the satisfaction of knowing he was pissing me off.
"Hey, bitch, where were you? Fucking all the other members, right?" Hidan asked, leaning over the counter to get closer to my face.
My eye twitched and I slammed the knife down on the counter and turned my steely gaze to Hidan. "No. I was unconscious." I hissed.
"Why? All that fucking sex tire you out?" Hidan asked, walking around the counter to stand closer to me. I picked up the knife again and began to chop the carrot violently, imagining that it was Hidan I was cutting up. "Answer the question." Hidan smirked at me. I remained silent. "So from your silence," Hidan continued, "I assume I'm right." Hidan grinned wolfishly at me and slid closer to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I stiffened and my glare turned darker, but I still said nothing. "Can I have a turn with you then? I promise you'll enjoy is more than all the others." Hidan whispered in my ear with a failed attempt at seductiveness.
I guess Hidan didn't understand what the 'silent treatment' was. It only took me a second to drive the knife I was using to chop carrots into Hidan's eye and flip him onto the ground. "No. I was sick. Fuck off, you fucking asshole."
"You fucking whore bitch!" Hidan scream, holding his eye, "I'm going to fucking sacrifice you to fucking Jashin!"
Tobi ran up to me, attacking me with a hug. "Maki-chan! Are you okay? You almost got... got... raped by Hidan-san!"
I sucked in a deep breath of air, trying to control my rage, "Tobi, let go."
Tobi didn't let go, he just held me tighter. "Don't worry Maki-chan, Tobi would never let Hidan-san have sex with Maki-chan!"
My eyes twitched and I clenched my fists together, "I, along with any self-respecting female, would never want to have sex with Hidan, Tobi. Ever. Now let go."
Tobi let go of me. I could tell he was smiling wildly underneath his mask. Hidan was moaning in pain on the ground. Suddenly, Tobi's arm shot out behind me. I whipped around to see Tobi holding the knife I had stuck in Hidan's eye only moments before. My eyes widened slightly. The knife was only a few millimetres away from the centre of my forehead. If Tobi hadn't caught the knife, it would have been embedded in the back of my skull, and I would have died. I looked at Tobi with my widened eyes.
"Is Maki-chan okay?" Tobi asked, for once sounding semi-serious.
"I'm fine." I said. I was stunned and in shock. Tobi had saved my life. I owed him big time. I turned to glared at Hidan, "What the fuck is your problem!"
"You deserved it, bitch." Hidan shot back. He was still sitting on the floor and his right hand was covering his right eye while blood seeped through the crack of his fingers and dripped slowly down Hidan's arm and onto the floor, "That hurt like a mother fucker. I thought the fucking Leader fucking said that there was to be no more fucking fighting between us."
"Fuck you." I snapped. There was a pause while Hidan and I glared darkly at each other.
"I'm telling on Hidan-san!" Tobi screeched
"What the fuck? Why only me, you fucking cunt?" Hidan asked. I could hear the rage in his voice.
"Because Maki-chan was only protecting herself from being sexually assaulted!" Tobi yelled, running out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
"You little shit!" Hidan yelled, scrambling up off the floor and dashed out of the room after Tobi, leaving a bloody hand print and drops of blood on the floor.
I sighed and looked around the kitchen. My stomach growled hungrily. I had nothing better to do and I was starving, so I looked to see what Tobi was making. There was water in a pot on the stove and a package of noodles beside it, on the counter, as well as a pile of vegetables next to the noodle packages. It looked like some type of stir-fry. My stomach growled again. I sighed and decided to attempt to cook something edible.
I turned the stove on, to boil the water. I looked at the vegetables and picked up a knife, chopping them up into bite sized pieces. I sighed and chopped some broccoli, peppers, cauliflower, cucumber, onions, and the rest of the carrots. By the time I was done cutting up the vegetables, the water was bubbling violently. I dumped the noodles unceremoniously into the viciously boiling pot.
I sat on the bar stool and waited. I wasn't sure how long I had to wait until the noodles would be fully cooked. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to actually make a stir fry either. My cooking talents were limited to boiling water and instant food. I looked at the cut up vegetables beside me. I retrieved another pot from under the counter and filled it with water. I put the water filled pot on the stove and turned on another burner. I dumped all the vegetables in the water and sat back, waiting for the noodles to finish boiling and for the veggies to start boiling.
I leaned against the counter, resting my chin in my hand. I was tired and my body was screaming for rest. A chunin level genjutsu had knocked me unconscious for three weeks. Three. Fucking. Weeks. I frowned and my brow furrowed. I was going to have to get stronger if I was going to survive in Akatsuki. I jumped as I heard a loud sizzling sound. My head whipped to the source of the noise and I jumped up, taking the over flowing pot of noodles off of the stove.
"Ouch..." I hissed, as some of the scalding water splashed onto my hand. I put the pot on the table and shook my hand, hoping to calm the burning sensation. Then I grabbed a fork out of the drawer to my left. I scooped a few noodles from the pot onto my fork. I blew on the steaming noodles and popped them in my mouth. They were a little overcooked, but I was too hungry to care. I shrugged and emptied the water out of the pot and into the sink. I set the pot filled with noodles on the counter and went to check the vegetables. I stabbed the fork into a piece of broccoli. The fork slid through with no problem. I turned off the stove and drained the water from the veggie filled pot. I combined the noodles and veggies and opened the fridge, looking for some kind of sauce to go with the 'stir-fry'. There were a few different bottles filled with a few... curious... looking substances. I shut the fridge door and decided to just eat the food plain.
I grabbed a plate from the cupboard and I sat down, my plate filled with the noodles and vegetables. I took a tentative bite. It didn't taste that bad. Granted, it wasn't the best thing I've ever tasted, but it was still edible... kind of. I took another forkful and began chewing slowly, walking around and sitting on a bar stool. The veggies were a tad undercooked, but hell, I didn't give a fuck. The kitchen door opened and I turned my head around to see who was here. It was Kisame.
"Hey." I said through a mouth full of food.
Kisame nodded his head in acknowledgment. "You make this?" He asked.
"Yeah." I nodded.
Kisame grabbed a plate and filled it with noodles and vegetables. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of red sauce. He poured it all over his food and sat down beside me while picking out all of the carrots. He glanced over at me and caught me looking at him. He gave me a dark grin, showing off his sharp teeth. I grinned back.
"So, I was just informed that you're going to be my new subordinate." Kisame said.
I raised my eyebrow at the shark man, "Oh?" I asked, swallowing the food I was chewing, "When was this decided?"
"Only a few hours ago." Kisame replied, popping a huge mouthful of food into his mouth.
I didn't say anything. Kisame and I ate in silence for a few moments. I stood up and grabbed a glass of water and leaned against the counter. A few more minutes of silence passed by. I glanced at Kisame again, "So... does this mean I'll have a mission soon?"
Kisame nodded, "Yeah, soon. You'll probably have more training with either me or Itachi."
I glared at an empty plate. Training. Great.
"I'm sure Itachi will go easier on you now that he knows what level you're at in genjutsu." Kisame said, reading my thoughts of displeasure.
I snorted and placed my plate in the sink. I left the kitchen and walked down the hallways towards my room. I opened the door, locked it behind me, and flopped onto my bed. I rolled onto my back. I felt completely drained. Stupid genjutsu. I thought about the upcoming training, the possibility of a new mission, and more about training. I sighed and drifted off into sleep once again.
I awoke with an annoyed mumble. I shifted and let out a groan. Whatever was on top of me was really fucking heavy. I shifted my head towards the ceiling and I cracked my eyes open. I was startled to see a bright orange and black mask mere centimetres away from my face. I let out a screech and swung my fist violently towards Tobi's head. "Get the fuck off of me!"
Before my fist could make contact with Tobi's head, Tobi grabbed my wrist and flipped us, so I was on top of him and crushed into his chest. Tobi's arms were squeezing my arms into my sides in a deadly hug. I tried to squirm out of the death hug, but Tobi refused to let me go and just squeezed even tighter.
"Maki-chan! You're awake! Tobi is glad because Tobi was getting lonely!" Tobi said happily as he nuzzled my head affectionately.
"How the fuck did you even get in my fucking room? I locked the fucking door!" I spat.
"Tobi is a ninja! Tobi knows how to get passed locks and Tobi wanted to surprise Maki-chan when she woke up!" Tobi shouted gleefully.
I swore darkly under my breath and I struggled to get away from Tobi again. "Let go of me," I said angrily, "Or I will shove an iron pole so far up your fucking ass, you'll feel it in your tonsils."
Tobi giggled and rolled over, so he was once again on top of me. He sat up, half sitting between my hips and lower abdomen. "Maki-chan is so funny!" Tobi giggled again.
I took in a deep breath and forced myself to remain calm. "Tobi, I'm only going to ask nicely once… get. Off." I said, biting my lip so hard it started to bleed, "Now!"
Tobi gasped, ignoring what I said, "Maki-chan! You're bleeding! Tobi will help!" Tobi grabbed my chin and I tried to rip it out of his grasp, but he just held on tighter. He gently thumbed away the blood that had dribbled down the side of my mouth. "There you go. All better now." Tobi said softly.
I blinked. Tobi's voice was huskier and deeper, instead of his normal annoying, high-pitched voice. I glared and clenched my fists, punching Tobi square in the jaw.
"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Tobi screeched, flailing his arms wildly, trying to regain his balance and toppling off of my bed.
I sat up and narrowed my eyes even more, "I told you to get the fuck off." I hissed angrily.
Tobi looked up at me, "That wasn't very nice Makita."
I raised my eyebrow. Since when did Tobi refer to me by my full name? Before I could react, Tobi's arm shot out and clamped onto my wrist, pulling my off the bed. I landed on top of Tobi and I glared at him. I noticed a tiny hairline crack on his mask. I grinned internally. Maybe that would teach him not to bother me.
"Tobi was just trying to help Maki-chan! Why is Maki-chan so mean to Tobi!" Tobi whined, his voice going back to his normal irritating voice I had come to loathe with every fibre of my being. Tobi's arm was wrapped tightly around my waist and his other hand was stroking my hair. This kid was so extremely fucked up.
"Tobi, I already asked you this once, let go of me." I growled.
Tobi chuckled, his grip on me getting tighter, "No! Tobi is having fun!"
I sighed and shifted into a tiny dwarf hamster, scurrying away from Tobias fast as I could.
"Ah! Maki-chan!" Tobi shrieked, looking around frantically for me, "Where did you go!"
When I was at the opposite side of the room, I shifted back into my normal form. "Tobi, just go away and stop fucking bothering me, okay?"
"But Tobi is bored! Tobi wants to do something!" Tobi whined.
"Well the go do something else with someone else." I snapped, rubbing my forehead in irritation.
"But Tobi wants to play with Maki-chan!" Tobi exclaimed.
"I don't want to have anything to do with you." I spat out. Before Tobi could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." I called; glad someone else was here to keep me from murdering Tobi.
Itachi opened the door and observed the scene in front of him without any trace of emotion. I was leaning against the wall the farthest away from Tobi with my arms angrily crossed over my chest and Tobi was still sitting on the floor.
"Makita-san, you have training." Itachi said.
I nodded and walked out of my room. I turned and glared at the masked man, "Tobi, get the fuck out of my room."
Tobi got off the floor and hung his head sadly. He walked out of my room and down the hallway, turning the corner and disappearing from sight. I closed my bedroom door and turned to Itachi, "What are we working on today?" I asked.
"Genjutsu." Itachi said simply, walking down the hallway. I walked quickly so I could catch up and walk beside him. I was not going to act like I was scared or intimidated by the powerful Uchiha. We walked in silence until he stopped and opened the door to the training room. We stepped inside and I was met with the sight of a giant, high-ceilinged, stone cavern.
"This training room is usually used for small scale training." Itachi informed me quietly. I nodded in response and waked farther into the huge room.
"So… where do we begin?"
Itachi glanced over at me, "We'll start with a few exercises to get you warmed up."
"Great." I groaned.
"We'll start easy and build up from there." Itachi said quietly.
I nodded and got into a fighting stance. This was going to be one hell of a long day.
I walked out of the training room like a zombie. Itachi walked beside me. "You improved slightly."
"But I still failed miserably." I muttered.
Itachi said nothing as we walked down the hallway together, towards the kitchen. We had trained the entire day and I was exhausted. Kisame was right, Itachi did take it easier on me, but the training was still brutal. It was going to take forever for me to bring my skills up to par with everyone else. Itachi and I walked into the kitchen, to be greeted by the sight of Konan and Kisame eating at the table. I went to the fridge and pulled out an apple. I took a giant bite, the juice dribbling down my chin. I went to wipe the sweet juice off of my chin with the back of my hand, but a napkin appeared in front of my face. I looked along the arm that was holding the napkin out to me. It was Itachi. I grabbed the napkin and grinned, "Thanks." I said, wiping the apple juice from my face.
"Hn." Was all that the stoic Uchiha said as he walked away from me and sat down at the table, across from Kisame.
"Makita-san, may I speak with you for a moment?" Konan's delicate voice asked.
"Yeah," I said, "About what?"
"In private, Makita-san." She said as she stood up and walked out of the kitchen.
I looked over to Kisame with a raised eyebrow. He shot me a toothy grin and shrugged. I sighed and followed after Konan. She was already a good ways down the hallway. I jogged to catch up with her. I was nervous. What did Konan need to talk to me? And why in private? "You're not in trouble." Konan said.
"Then what are we going to talk about?" I asked.
"Your personal belongings in Konoha. We have some of them here." Konan answered.
"Oh?" I shifted my gaze from the floor to Konan's face.
Konan nodded and continued walking. We stopped outside a door and Konan opened it. It was her bedroom. It was almost identical to mine, except there were origami flowers decorating the walls and the top of her desk. I raised my eyebrow at Konan. The sheets, colour scheme, and set up of the room were identical to mine. "The organization bought all of the sheets and such in bulk." She explained.
I nodded slowly, "So... where are my things?"
"Here." Konan said, walking to her dresser and pulling out a large scroll, "Your things are sealed in there. I wasn't sure what to grab out of your apartment, so I grabbed the first few things that I saw."
I grinned at Konan. "Thanks. You didn't have to."
"I did have to. I was getting tired of you and I having to share clothes." Konan said.
"So was I." I grinned.
A small smile formed on Konan's lips and she tossed me the scroll. I caught it with one hand. "Is that all you needed to talk to me about?"
Konan hesitated for a moment, "No."
"What else do we need to talk about?" I asked slowly, bracing myself for bad news.
"Makita-san... you have one month to drastically improve your skills in genjutsu. The Akatsuki is not a place for weak people who will bring us down." Konan explained.
My mouth formed into a thin line. Sure, I was weaker than most, if not all, of the current Akatsuki members, but I wasn't... that horribly weak. I was sure I was at least stronger than Hidan. And maybe Tobi. "I see."
"If there is no improvement, the Akatsuki will have no use for you." Konan continued.
"Meaning I'll be killed, right?" I said, stating what Konan had hinted at.
"Correct." Konan said with a slight nod.
I took in a deep breath, "Well, that's incentive to do better."
Konan let out a humourless chuckle, "You are dismissed."
I nodded and walked out of her room. My teeth ground together in anger. I hated, no, loathed, it here. Why? Why did I have to be taken to this hellhole? I was going to find some way to get out of here, even if I died trying.
"Makita-san."
I spun around, the voice of Itachi startling me, "Yes?"
"We have training tomorrow. Six AM." He said as he brushed by, his cloak grazing my arm. In the low lighting of the hallway, Itachi looked... I'm going to kill myself for thinking this, but Itachi looked incredibly sexy. He had an air of mystery around him that made me want to know what this man really thought, to know more about him.
"Okay... Sounds good." I said quietly as Itachi soundlessly disappeared down the dark hallway. I stared after him until I snapped back to reality. What the fuck was I thinking? I shook my head and continued down the hallway towards my room. I walked in and shut the door, locking it behind me. I had started putting a ninjutsu barrier around my room when I was in it, so no one unauthorized could come in without my permission.
I cracked my knuckles and opened the scroll, putting it on the ground. I quickly did some quick hand signs. With a poof, a backpack, a pile of my clothes, a few pairs of shoes, and another small bag came out of the scroll. I grinned and walked over to the nearest thing, which happened to be my backpack. I tugged the zipper down and a grey fur ball flew out of the backpack and attached itself to my face, claws digging into the soft flesh of my scalp. I yelped and fell backwards, "Get off!" I yelled, grabbing the fuzzy creature and pulling it off of my face, "Ai! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Ai stopped struggling and looked at me, "Oh, Makita! It's you! I was worried that it would be that tackily dressed, horrid, blue-haired woman again!" Ai said, her voice filled with relief as she snuggled into me.
"Awe, Ai, I've missed you! Who's been taking care of you?" I asked, stroking her grey fur.
Ai shuddered, "That awfully dressed boy with the freakish eyebrows."
"Lee-kun?" I asked.
"Yeah. He came in everyday and talked to me. He misses you a lot. Apparently Konoha is on a search for you. They're desperate to get you back. Mostly eyebrow freak, boobs, pinky, and dog boy." Ai explained casually, purring as I scratched behind her ear.
"Lee, Sakura, Tsunade, and Kiba..." I said, biting my lip with worry. Did they think I was a missing nin now?
"Yes." Ai said, purring even louder, "They tore your apartment apart, looking for clues. Crime scene tape was put all over the doors and windows. Lee was only allowed in there because he had to feed me and I attacked anyone who tried to get me to leave."
I chuckled, "Good kitty."
"And then," Ai continued, acting like she hadn't heard me, "that awful woman came and shoved my into your backpack! I was in there for days! DAYS!" Ai sniffed, "Take me to the kitchen, I'm hungry."
I rolled my eyes, "Fine," I said, picking Ai up, "But you'll have to walk there yourself." I grinned evilly, dropping the cat suddenly, but Ai landed on all four of her paws and glared at me. "Just for that, I'm going to rip up your favourite shirt." Ai's glare deepened.
"Do that and I'll shove you back in that backpack." I threatened.
Ai stuck her nose in the air; "We have a truce... for now."
"I'm going to change." I said, grabbing a few items from the pile of clothes that popped out of the scroll and I walked into the bathroom. I stripped out of Konan's lightly coloured, too big clothes and threw them on a pile in the corner of the bathroom. I slipped on a pair of black pants with many pockets and a snug purple tank top. I brushed my bangs over my scar a little more and grinned. Having my own clothes back was wonderful.
"Hurry up! You're taking forever!" I heard Ai shout. I snorted and walked out of the bathroom and over to Ai, who was standing impatiently at the door.
We walked silently into the hall, my bare feet barely making any sound. Ai followed closely behind me. "I'm very interested in seeing what type of people you have chosen to associate yourself with, Makita." Ai said.
I looked down and glared at her, "I didn't choose to be here."
"Then why are you here?" Ai asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Because the life of someone I love was threatened." I stated bitterly.
There was a slight pause from Ai, "How far away is this kitchen? I'm starving!" She said, changing the subject.
"Here." I said, opening the door. I looked in and grimaced at the sight of Hidan and Kisame in the kitchen. This sucked. Ai walked in ahead of me.
"I demand you get me something to eat. Now. Before I-" Ai stopped mid-sentence and stared at Kisame. "Holy hell, that's a big fish! I want to eat that. What breed is it? I bet it tastes like shark fin soup. Sure, it looks freakish, but right now, I'm not going to be picky. I'll eat anything."
I stared at Ai. I could practically see the drool drip from her mouth as she stared at him. Was she seriously considering eating Kisame?
"Hey, bitch! What the fuck is that grey thing?" Hidan asked, leaning over the counter to stare at Ai.
I rolled my eyes, "It's a cat, you fucking dumb ass."
"I know that!" Hidan huffed.
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my cat. Ai was slowly stalking towards Kisame. He glanced at her and raised his eyebrow, "Makita-san, what is that cat doing?"
"She wants to eat you." I said nonchalantly.
"What?" Kisame asked, giving me a strange look.
"She thinks you look like a fish, so she wants to ingest you." I said.
Kisame snorted, "I'm not a fish."
I grabbed Ai and put her on the counter. I went to the fridge and rummaged around. I pulled out some strips of raw meat. That would have to do. I turned around and saw Ai rubbing up against Hidan's leg. I glared at her and she looked up at me smugly. Hidan also looked at me and smirked, "It looks like your cat loves me, bitch."
"Fuck you. She's just planning on killing you in your sleep." I snapped.
"It sure as fucking hell doesn't seem that fucking way." Hidan goaded.
I clenched my fists and glared at Ai. "Traitor."
"Makita, I am quite fond of this one. He smells delicious. Like blood. You two would make such adorable offspring together. " Ai said, purring as she continued to rub up against Hidan's leg,
I made a noise that sounded like I was choking and glared at Ai some more. "You're fucked up."
Hidan laughed out loud at the expression on my face, "What bitch? You fucking jealous that your fucking cat gets to fucking feel me up? You fucking can too if you fucking want to, but the deal is, is that I get to fucking feel you up right back." Hidan said with a wink.
I scoffed, disgusted, "I was talking to my cat, asswipe."
"Why the fuck would you talk to a fucking cat?" Hidan laughed.
"Because I can." I snapped angrily, "And she's much more intelligent than you could ever hope to be."
"Shut the fuck up, you fucking whore." Hidan shouted.
"Makita, please, don't argue with your future mate. It would be bad for the potential babies." Ai said
I twitched and put the meat down. I needed to leave the room; otherwise, I would kill my cat. "You can feed yourself then." I said, glaring at Ai.
"But I want you to feed me." Hidan said with a slow, seductive smile. Why the fuck did the damn, crazy Jashinist always think I was talking to him.
I looked at Kisame. Kisame looked at me and snickered, "You're on your own."
"Ugh." I huffed, crossing my arms, "I wasn't talking to you, asswipe." I picked the meat back up, swiftly walked over to where Ai was still rubbing up against Hidan's leg and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, and stalked angrily out of the room.
"Hey!" Ai shrieked, "I demand you put me down!"
I turned my deadly gaze to the grey cat, "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I did not appreciate any of those comments back there. From now on, you're staying in my room." I hissed.
And for once, Ai stayed silent.
I yawned and trudged into the training room with my eyes half closed. I was deathly tired. I had stayed up late last night putting all of my belongings in their rightful places. All of my hair, except my bangs, which still covered my eye, was pulled into a low ponytail. I was wearing some tight black shorts I only used for training and a light blue tank top. I fully opened my eyes to see Itachi sitting serenely in the middle of the training room. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even. His legs were crossed and his arms were resting gently in his lap. He looked so peaceful, so angelic. I stared at him, studying his calm face. It was breathtakingly beautiful. I shook my head. I was turning into a girly girl. I needed to shut up these thoughts.
I walked over and sat by Itachi. His eyes remained shut and he said, "You're two minutes late."
"I woke up late." I said, rolling my eyes. It was only two minuets, who cared?
"For that, you and I will train for two extra hours today." Itachi said monotonously.
"What!" I yelled.
"Punctuality is important." Itachi stated.
I grumbled angrily under my breath. I knew not to argue with Itachi, because all he'd do is just sit there, still as stone, and make me look like and idiot. "What are we working on today?" I asked.
"We'll work on taijutsu first and finish with genjutsu." The Uchiha answered.
I nodded, staring at Itachi. He opened his eyes and calmly looked at me. I continued to stare at his stunning features and he blinked slowly. I followed the movement of his eyelids, his long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones. His skin was as pale as porcelain and as smooth as glass. He really must be some sort of dark angel. I studied Itachi's face for a few more moments, until I snapped out of my ogling of Itachi with a twitch of my eye and I stood up. I swear there was something wrong with me. It was probably from not being able to go outside for such a long time.
"So," I said, "Let's get going."
Itachi nodded slightly and stood up in one fluid motion, "I will not go easy on you."
"I know." I sighed as I got into a fighting stance. "No genjutsu, right?" I asked, clarifying.
"Just taijutsu for now." Itachi answered me.
"Got it." I said, letting out a huff of air. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous for this fight.
Suddenly, Itachi was in front of me in, throwing a punch at my face. I quickly dodged and blocked the punch aimed for my shoulder. I turned into a bird and shot to the air, turning back into my normal form and slamming a chakra filled kick down to the ground, straight for Itachi. Itachi moved out of the way and I left a small crater in the stone ground where my leg landed. I got up quickly and dodged a barrage of kunai knives. My body hit the ground and I rolled out of the way of a deadly punch. I jumped up and grabbed some shuriken and flung them at the illusive sharingan user. He disappeared and reappeared right in front of me. With a grunt, I dove out of the way of Itachi's fist and created three shadow clones. Itachi created three of his own clones and sent them after mine. I ran and jumped a few feet in the air, aiming a kick at Itachi's pretty face. He blocked my kick and parried my attack with one of his own. His leg struck my shoulder and sent me flying through the air. My already injured shoulder hit the ground first, the rest of my body following after. I skidded along the ground and before I had time to gather my bearings, Itachi was already above me, aiming to render me unconscious.
I shifted into a tiger and swiped at Itachi's leg. I was able to rip his pants, but I was unable to damage is actual leg. Sweat made my clothes stick to every curve and dent of my body. We fought for what felt like hours, throwing kicks and punches and kunai and shuriken at each other at blinding speeds. Blood was trickling down my forehead, my arms, and my legs, where I had shallow cuts from the kunai and shuriken Itachi had thrown at me and I had been unable to dodge. I was gasping for air and sweat dripped from my forehead and splashed to the ground with each and every movement I made. Itachi was fluidly and gracefully deflecting all of my blows. He had hardly even broke a sweat and it looked like he could keep fighting for hours on end. I was getting tired. It was hard to block all of Itachi's super fast blows.
Itachi kicked at my legs, sweeping them out from under me. I landed on my back. My back hit the ground hard, knocking the breath out of me, "I… need… break…can't… breathe…" I gasped out, trying to get as much oxygen into my air deprived lungs.
Itachi stood near me, gracefully sitting down next to me. How did he do that? He was always so fluid in all of his motions. I was jealous. "You fought well."
"Is… that… a compliment?" I choked out, still trying to get my breathing back to normal.
"Hn." Itachi said with a nod so slight, if I wasn't staring at him so intently, I would have missed it.
I sat up. My body hurt. I hadn't trained that hard since I trained with Gai. I wiped my sweaty forehead with my arm, "What's next?" I asked.
"That is enough for today. We shall save genjutsu for tomorrow." Itachi said, standing and walking to the door, "Same time tomorrow. Do not be late."
I nodded and flopped back onto the ground. I sighed. What was I going to do now? I heard the door open and I turned my head slightly to see who it was. I groaned out loud. It was Tobi. How the hell did that kid always know where I was? And why the fuck did he never leave me alone?
"Maki-chan!" Tobi squealed when he saw me, "What are you doing!"
"What does it look like?" I hissed.
"Being lazy!" Tobi giggled.
"No. I just finished training, idiot." I snapped.
"Oh! So that's why Maki-chan is all wet!" Tobi exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes and stood up, deciding to ignore the fucking annoying masked man. I walked by Tobi and he fanned his hand in front of his face, "Maki-chan smells bad! She sweats a lot!"
"Gah! Shut up!" I snapped.
"Maki-chan should go shower!" Tobi said.
"What do you think I'm going to go and fucking do right now?" I asked angrily.
Tobi paused, seeming to think over what he was going to say next, "Go and shower?" He said excitedly.
"Yes Tobi. Now fuck off." I said as I left the training room.
"But Tobi wants to play with Maki-chan!" Tobi cried, following after me.
I walked down the halls, trying not to flip out at Tobi. "I'm going for a shower."
"Can Tobi come too!" Tobi asked.
I turned around and punched Tobi in the shoulder, hard. I heard a small crack. "No Tobi. Fuck. Off." I wasn't sure if Tobi knew what he was insinuating, but hell, if there was any reason to hurt the damn immature fucker, I would take it.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Tobi screeched, holding onto his shoulder.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking to my room. Tobi really need to fucking grow up. I opened the door and was about to slam it behind me when Tobi stood in the doorway, preventing me from closing the door. I huffed and glared at him. "What do you fucking want?"
"Maki-chan is so mean to Tobi!" Tobi yelled, stepping into my room.
I rolled my eyes and went to my dresser, puling out a new set of clothes to change into, "And Tobi is so god damn annoying, he makes Maki-chan want to kill herself by jumping off a cliff."
Tobi gasped, "Maki-chan would never do that!"
"If you don't shut the hell up, I will." I threathened.
Tobi covered his mouth and gasped again.
"Get the fuck out of my room, Tobi." I said as I slammed the door to the bathroom shut, locking it behind me. I peeled off my sweaty clothes and ripped the ponytail out of my sweat-drenched hair. I went to the shower and turned the hot water on full. I stepped into the hot water and grabbed a bar of blood orange scented soap, scrubbing my body to wash away the sweat and dirt and blood. I then washed my hair with blood orange shampoo and conditioned it with raspberry conditioner. I stood in the hot water for a few seconds longer, enjoying the smell of oranges and raspberries. I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying my hair quickly. I ran a brush through my damp hair, making sure my bangs covered the scar on my eye. I put on a red tank top and a pair of baggy black pants and I applied some black eyeliner.
I opened the door to the bathroom and felt a blast of cool air hit my body as the steam escaped out of the bathroom. I glared darkly when I saw that Tobi was still in my room. "I thought I told you to get the fuck out?"
"But Tobi wants to play with Maki-chan!" Tobi whined, crossing his arms over his chest.
I rolled my eyes, throwing my sweaty and dirty clothes in a pile on the floor. I walked out of the door of my room. Tobi skipped after me. "Tobi, leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to play with you." I said, annoyed.
"I know what we could do!" Tobi giggled.
"What?" I growled. I wasn't in the mood to deal with Tobi's childish bullshit.
"Maki-chan can tell Tobi about herself!" Tobi said happily.
"No." I snapped, stopping and glaring at the masked annoyance.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Tobi will tell Maki-chan about himself!" Tobi whined.
"No." I said.
"Please." Tobi begged.
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"Please!"
"Sure." I said sarcastically.
"Really!" Tobi said excitedly.
"No." I glared and began walking away.
Tobi latched himself onto my leg, "Maki-chaaaaaaaaaaaaan!"
"What?" I screeched. I was far past annoyed. I was really, really pissed off.
"Can Tobi ask Maki-chan some questions?" Tobi asked.
"No." I said.
"Why is Maki-chan so mean!" Tobi cried.
"Maybe I'd be nicer if you'd stop fucking bothering me and leave me the fuck alone." I muttered.
"Tobi wants to know where Maki-chan is from!" Tobi said, looking up at me expectantly. He was still holding onto my leg like a leech.
I sighed, "If I tell you, will you let go of my leg and leave me the hell alone?"
"Yup!" Tobi said brightly.
"Fine." I huffed, "I'm from the Village Hidden by the Shape Shifters."
"Yay!" Tobi squealed, letting go of my leg and standing up, "Does Maki-chan have any family members?"
"Two sisters, parents, and grandparents." I think. My eye twitched.
"Why was Maki-chan buried?" Tobi asked, looking intently at my face.
"… I think… it was because I rebelled against my village… I'm not one hundred percent sure…" I trailed off.
Tobi let out an exaggerated gasp, "Does Maki-chan not remember!"
"I don't. Now, fuck off, okay?" I glared as I walked away from Tobi.
"But Tobi didn't tell Maki-chan about himself yet!" Tobi wailed as he ran after me.
"I don't care." I hissed, walking faster.
"Awwwwwwwweh! I Maki-chan mad that she can't remember?" Tobi asked, keeping his pace even with mine and poking my cheek.
"No." I said tensely.
"Tobi can help Maki-chan!" Tobi shouted.
"I don't want any of your fucking help." I hissed, closing my eyes and grinding my teeth together.
"Maybe that's why Maki-chan is weak." Tobi said quietly.
"What?" I asked darkly, turning to face Tobi.
"Maki-chan is weak because she can't remember anything!" Tobi said louder, turning to face me. I could tell her was smiling under his mask.
"I'm not weak." I said tersely.
"Yes! Maki-chan IS weak!" Tobi giggled.
"Tobi, I am going to kill you if you don't shut the fuck up." I threatened.
"But Maki-chan is too weak to kill Tobi! Maki-chan needs to train more! Lots more!" Tobi said, throwing his arms in the air and laughing like the idiot he is.
That was the last straw. I knew I was weak compared to the rest of the Akatsuki members, but I hated it when others pointed out my obvious flaws. My fists clenched together tightly and my knuckles turned white. I took a few deep breaths. I must stay calm. I must stay calm. I repeated the sentence over and over in my head. I cannot kill Tobi. I must stay calm.
"Tobi doesn't even think Maki-chan can hit him." Tobi whispered in my ear from behind me.
I whirled around, my fists flew out to punch Tobi, but all I hit was air. My mouth gaped open. How the fucking hell did he move so fast?
"Told you so." Tobi giggled. I could hear an edge of smugness in his voice.
"Go die in a fire." I glared.
"Awwwwwwwwww! MAKI-CHAN!" Tobi squealed loudly, wrapping his arms around my tightly and rubbing his masked face into my hair, "Tobi will make sure Maki-chan gets trained really well and Tobi will make Maki-chan really, really strong! No matte what!" Tobi giggled again, "Maki-chan smells good!" Tobi said, taking a deep inhale of air and rubbing his face into my hair even more vigorously.
Tobi started skipping down the hallway, my feet being dragged and him still crushing me into his chest and smelling my hair. This kid had so many fucking problems. Fuck my life.
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