WARNING: This chapter gets a lil fluffy. and of course there's the usual violence and swearing that has been happening throughout the entire story XD But anyways enjoy! ;)
It was 3 in the morning and I sat on the front steps of Orochimaru's house. My friend's worst enemy. My friend's beloved leader. I have never felt more torn apart in all my life. Not even seeing my mother and father move away. Never in my entire life, have I felt so out of character I didn't even know who I was anymore. This hurt so badly and not just the sprained knuckle. My insides felt as if they were being torn out of me slowly. I wanted to puke. The alcohol had worn off a while ago and everyone was passed out and sleeping in their designated areas. I had already apologized to Kidomaru over and over to the point he had to shake my senses into me. Also to Orochimaru for getting blood on his carpet, he was beyond furious. He really didn't like me anymore. I hugged my knees tighter into my chest, trying to keep my insides safe and fight off the cold breeze. I only wore a pair of track pants and a tank top.
I stared at the blue lines on my arms. Kisame... There was a month of school left. Everyone will be gone and they will all hate me and be too far for me to fix it. Was this worth it? A funny little line went through my head that Naruto once told me.
"True friends don't care what you are. They love you for what you are with them."
These guys, knowing I'm pretty much Akatsuki fighting blood; they care about me still, even over such a short time. They treat me like family. Kabuto... I chuckled to myself as his face went through my mind. His funny little smirk. The way he pushes his glasses up all the time. What a loser.
I miss the guys though. I wonder if they would forgive me for doing this, accept me for befriending their rivals. I know Pain would disown me, not that he cared for me anyways. Hidan would beat the shit out of me. Deidara... He would blow me up. Sasori doesn't care. Itachi I think wouldn't care as much as the other's, he was a good guy. Madara wouldn't care, he has his own skeletons. Kakuzu would probably be mad but brush it off after a while. Zetsu, I don't know, I would think since he cared about me he would forgive me. Well, at least I think he cares about me. Kisame... He would be crushed, but he couldn't betray his little sister could he? I am betraying him right now though... What makes this so different?
At that point the water that was filling the rims of my eyes fell and my sobs broke free. I put my face down on my arms and sat there crying in the night. I don't want to do this anymore. I felt an arm around me. I jumped in surprise to see Kabuto sitting beside me; he put his jacket over my numb shoulders. He wore a dark purple wife beater and a pair of black track pants. His hair was down and his glasses were off. He looked a little girlie with his hair down, but it was more of a pretty boy look. I sniffled, wiping my eyes. He just sat there, staring at the full moon in front of us. I went back to staring at the ground, my face buried in my arms.
"I want everything to go back to normal. Where all I did was play soccer and yell at Itachi to get out of my bathroom. I want to go back before I noticed that people were actually people, before boys actually had this twisted power of driving me fucking bonkers."
Kabuto chuckled.
"Then what reason would I have to stick around? I never noticed how much I don't know about people."
"Why do you need a reason? What is so good about this place?"
"I can think of a reason."
"You're a blo-"
My sentence was cut off by Kabuto grabbing my face and pushing his to mine. I stared at his closed lids as his girlie lips pushed very manly like against mine. The emotions already flooding through me didn't help. I moved my hand to his shirt grasping his collar, putting force into my end of the kiss. Maybe I was still a little drunk; I don't know what was coming over me. The kiss was no longer a kiss it was more of a battle of lust. But, yet it had so much more meaning I couldn't imagine what it was. His hand stayed on the side of my face as his other moved to the back of my neck, almost moving me like a puppet. A second passed before his legs were down and I was straddling his lap, my fingers tangled in his soft silver hair. The making out was hot and heavy. Did I mention how hot it was?! I was melting, I couldn't believe what was happening to me, and never in my 17 years of life have I felt this way. It was... was... HOT.
It wasn't until I felt my body press roughly against his and the large bulge that was below me before I snapped out of my lustful daze, panting heavily and cheeks flushed. Kabuto wasn't much different, sitting there, flushed and hair a mess as he panted. His eyes, they bore into mine. Big black eyes mixing with small blue ones. I sat there, unsure of what to do, waiting for my mind to return and for my heart to not break my ribcage. I finally took the initiative to stand up and take a couple of steps back on the pavement of the pathway. I turned around letting a large breath of air out pulling my hand through my hair.
"Whoa..."
My heart was still a racing, and that feeling, it lingered all through my body and the taste of him on my lips. I could hear Kabuto stand up clearing his throat. Being all flustered and well... yeah.
"What just happened?" I finally got the steel ovaries to question, refusing to turn to look at the man though. I just felt his hand grabbed my arms and turn me around. He then wrapped his arms around me, holding me in his chest tightly, resting his cheek on the top of my head.
"Kawako."
I just stood there, being silent, and listening to his heartbeat which was fast paced yet so relaxing. I just closed my eyes and let myself sink further into his warm grasp.
It was Sunday and I was a walking zombie. I crawled through the front door only to be bombarded by a blond. I fell back on my ass from the sudden face in front of mine.
"You have explaining to do! hmm!"
I scrunched my face at the very loud noise. The boy, who loves bombs and fluttering art, sure had a fucking explosive voice.
"Kisame! Put a muzzle on your friend!"
"Nobody's home. Yeah, now get explaining you bitch."
I shook my head at the language.
"I'm in no mood to hear loud noises."
"Why? hmmm. Have a long night? Tell me Kawako, what's it like playing on both teams hmm? You snake bitch!"
My eyes went so wide I'm surprised they didn't fall out. I jumped up covering the blond's mouth with my hand as I kicked the door shut.
"SSHHHH!"
"mymoldewohunmmm." I glared as I shook my head in annoyance, pushing him back and walking by him.
"No one is here idiot. hmm. Now tell me what the hell you think you're doing with Orochimaru!? hmmm."
"I wasn't! I was with Sakura!"
"You dare lie to my face! hmm. I may be blond but I'm defiantly not stupid. I saw you run in and out taking off with Kabuto. yeah. I had to come here to pick up my game before I met with the guys. hmmm."
I narrowed my eyes at the blond. Fuck... Now what do I do? I sighed and dropped myself on the couch, putting my face in my hands.
"You know Kevin?"
"What about him?"
"He's not Kevin, he's Kabuto. When Kisame and I got into that fight I ran into him. He listened to me whine and bitch about my worthless problems. He was there for me. Ever since then I just found myself hanging out with him than he began to teach me how to fight. I just sort of forgot about the problems I was having with you guys. I'm sorry Deidara... I really am. I know how much you guys hate them; I know how much you hate Kabuto... I know what I'm doing is beyond wrong. But... There my first friends. Friends that aren't forced to be with me just because I'm Kisame's little sister."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I dropped my hands and looked up at the window across the living room.
"I'm a horrible person, a disgraceful sister and to be honest, I'm just out right lost. I knew I shouldn't have tried to become part of the group. I should have stayed playing soccer being the loner I was meant to be. I'm so sorry Deidara... You've been so nice to me through it all too. I'm such a fucking tool."
I buried my eyes in my palms, shaking my head.
"Well, I agree with the last part... yeah." his voice was soft, not hateful or angry at all, "you aren't just Kisame's little sister to us. hmm. Well maybe to Pain, but to the rest of us. You are your own person, you've always been around and you're the coolest little sister. yeah. I can't speak for everyone, but I know you well enough this isn't out of spite. hmmm."
I shook my head.
"I just wanted my own identity. Those guys, knowing I was the Akatsuki's little sister, still accepted me. Too be honest, if it wasn't for your stupid rivalry or argument over who has the bigger balls. You all would get along so well. I think I could maybe like you guys… you know a lot and such. And well… I'm going to miss you all..."
A tear fell, but I wiped it away with a laugh. Deidara snorted seeing my mess of a state.
"You're such an idiot. yeah."
He came over and put me in a headlock, pushing me down into the soft cushions of the couch. I laughed as I tried to free myself, failing miserably to the lack of strength. The door opened up and I heard a voice.
"Deidara, what the hell are you doing?"
"Oh nothing, just getting it on with your sister! yeah!"
I chocked on my own air as I finally got free, instantly smacking Deidara over the head.
"You fucking moron!" He laughed as he rubbed the sore spot on his head.
"Wha'd you do last night Kawako?"
Shit, I looked over at Deidara. He winked at me and I smiled. I could always count on Deidara. I chuckled at the memory of when I was smaller and I wanted cookies, me being a brat and my brother being a prick, he hid them in the top cupboard. When Kisame went upstairs to do something or something I can't recall that much detail, Deidara came over to ask what I was doing. Considering the fact I was struggling horribly to climb onto the counter. He walked over questioning me. By the I had the whole box and was hiding outside. I had promised Deidara the other half of it. Kisame came downstairs and I ran to my room hiding the box. A bit later I was watching t.v. with them and Kisame questioned where his cookies went. Deidara winked at me and I just acted innocent. I was good at that back then.
"Earth to Kawako!"
The large blue man flicked me on the forehead causing me to flinch back. I glared and growled at him as he plopped his large ass on the couch.
"Oh. I hung out with Sakura. You know girl stuff, talked about boys, did our hair and makeup. Fun stuff."
"Gay."
"It's about time you came outta the closet. I was getting worried about you fishy." I ruffled his hair and danced out of the way as his arm swung trying to smack me.
"Fuck off brat."
I began to walk to the stairs grabbing Deidara by the arm dragging him with me. As I made my way to the stairs I called out to make sure Kisame heard.
"Mkay. Hey Deidara! Wanna come and hang out in my room. I can show you the cool new sheets I just bought!" Deidara laughed.
"Alright! I'll show you my new wrestling pin! hmmmm."
I think I heard a vein in Kisame's head burst.
"Deidara touch my sister and I will tear off your hands and shove them down your throat!"
Deidara pushed me against the stairwell wall, and began to make making out sounds. I bit my lip trying not to laugh, at the fact of what he was doing, and the face he was making. What a fucking tool! Next thing we knew Kisame was at the bottom of the stairs glaring all hell at us, death in his eyes and I think I could see fire just bellowing off of him! Me and Deidara went white and stumbled as fast as we could to try and run from the frying fish man chasing us!
"Come here Deidara! I just want to talk!"
"Fuck off Kisame! yeah! I was just kidding! hmm!"
I ducked into my room and slammed the door shut; it was all men for themselves now. Sorry Deidara. I tried catching my breath as I laughed. This past 24 hours has been bloody insane! I smiled and sighed. Maybe things would be okay. I bit my lip as I smiled.
"Yeah, things will be fine."
DEIDARA-KUUUN 3 Haha... so kawiii ;P well hope you enjoyed the chapter :) ciao for now!
