Hey guys! Sorry for the late update……I think. I can't believe that I have almost eighty reviews -.- I'm SOOO HAPPY!
Anyways, I want to write an Akatsuki story, but I don't want to really write it, you know? Soooo, if any of you –points to you- are interested in writing one (I'll give you my ideas!) Then please PM me, because I really want to read a good Akatsuki/OC romance/humor story. There are a lot that are great, but the more the better :)
Bleh.
Who in the world would associate the word 'vacation' with the word 'fun'? Okay, a lot of people…….but you get the point! Vacation. Was. Not. Fun. Oh, wouldn't you like to know why. One word: Akatsuki. Yes, try going on a vacation with the Akatsuki. No, not the Akatsuki, the Akatsuki. Yes, there is a difference there.
"Katsumi," Pein solemnly called out, interrupting my semi-self pity time. I snapped my head in his direction and glared. "I need to remove the memory block Konoha put on you years before," He stated at me in a stoic manner. Rinnegan and all. I sighed emphatically. Way to leave it to the leader of Akatsuki to bring back bad memories. I dutifully stood up—if there was anything dutiful about me—and dragged my tired ass to him. I sat myself down in a chair in front of him.
I do all that for him, and what does he do?
Stab a needle into my neck. Of course, it wasn't a needle needle. It was a needle with medicine in it. I bet if it weren't for the other Akatsuki members, he would have tried to poison me with it.
The pain. The pain was excruciatingly….painful. It shook my mind senseless. It was as if someone were driving a dull knife to the center of my brain. Whether I screamed like a little girl or not…..well, let's just say that I sounded pathetic.
As soon as it appeared, it was gone. My mind was bestowed with an incredulous amount of clarity. It was as if I could see—really see. I could easily distinguish what part of my memories were real, and which were phony, wanna-be memories. I turned to the guy who conveniently jammed a long-ass needle into my neck.
"Thank you," I grumbled. The words felt foreign and strange from my mouth. It even tasted acidic. No, wait, that must have been the side-effects of the medicine.
"Hurry," Pein (in the ass. Ha, get it, pain in the ass… never mind) smirked evilly. His smirk put Sasuke's smirk to crying shame. I just scoffed real un-ladylike. Who said that I was ladylike anyways?
"The expenses for the clay is just too much," grumbled a certain money whore. As he complained, he shot a death glare in Deidara's direction. Oh, right. We were travelling Deidara's clay bird—well, a bigger version of it—to avoid 'money problems', as Uncle Scrooge (talking about Kakuzu, just so you know) wouldn't whine his sewn ass off about it.
"It is real art, un," Deidara shot an arrogant smirk at the elder man's direction.
"This is not art," Sasori glared at the blonde, with a tone of superiority in his voice. Great, way to start an argument, Sasori.
"Yes it is, un," Deidara stood up, looking rather cockily triumphant.
"Art is everlasting," Sasori closed his eyes, that were no longer wooden, due to the revival process. Well, looks like Pinocchio got his wish.
"That's where you're wrong, Sasori-danna. Art is a bang, un," Deidara emphasized the 'bang' with a sweep of his arms. Boys will be boys. "What do you think is art, Katsumi, hmm?" He stared at me with his baby blues, in a egotistical way. Frankly, I had no idea what I think of art……but hey, I'll wing it.
"Art is something you use to express how you feel," I sighed, using a dictionary definition. Creative, aren't I? Deidara just huffed, obviously unhappy with my answer. He turned to Konan.
"What is art to you?" He glared at the bluenette, who just stared uninterested at him.
"Art is expression," She sighed, basically saying what I said in a cooler fashion. Darn her.
So, Deidara, as you know it, started asking everyone about what art is. Answers? Well, here they are.
Itachi: Life.
Kisame: Fighthing.
Hidan: Blood.
Kakuzu: Money.
Pain: Shut up, Deidara.
Sasuke: Hn.
Karin: Love.
Suigetsu: Water.
Juugo: Birds.
Zetsu: Plants.
Tobi: TOBI IS A GOOD BOY~!!! ( I can't believe that he still kept up his Tobi façade)
After decades of that terrible flying, courtesy of Deidara, we arrived at the island. And the island, well damn, it was a lot bigger than I thought that it would be! And it was one word—gorgeous. Who would have thought that a bunch of asswipes like the Akatsuki would own something this beautiful? Well, definitely not me. But then again, who cares about little 'ole me?
The island was tropical, with lush, green palm trees, practically pure white sand, and a deep, aquamarine ocean. Let's just say that it was what you would find on travel brochures.
If I thought that the island was pretty, the house we were staying in was gorgeous. The gigantic windows, light wood, and white walls gave it a light, airy look, while the dark furniture added a touch of sophistication. Here and there, there were abstract paintings, adding a splash of color. Well, I'll be damned—the Akatsuki can be stylish.
"We have enough rooms for everyone," Pein stated nonchalantly. Well, we bettered.
"But wouldn't Katsumi want to share a room and a bed with a boy?" Karin looked at me with a look that was between innocence and malice. The only way I could have described that was 'ugly'. Oh, but isn't everything about her ugly?
"Don't mistaken for you for me, sweetie," I flashed a smile of true malice that made her pathetic little self turn into a blob of human yuck. A girl can only wish. Karin looked at me with a glare that could send chills through, what, a bunny? Let's just say that she wasn't very scary.
"We all know that you want Sasuke!" She yelled, sweeping her hand around the room. By now, everyone already left to deal with their own pathetic little businesses, so there was only Deidara, Sasuke, Karin (the booger monster), and yours truly. I saw Sasuke twitch slightly, before returning to his stoic state. Damn Uchiha and your calmness!
"Karin," I sighed melodramatically, "you really are more pathetic than I thought." I smirked wickedly. The said female gave a sharp scoff, trying to act like a damsel in distress. More like a distressed damsel.
"Y-you must be talking about yourself!" She pushed up her glasses rather comically, having nothing left so say.
"Damn, un," Deidara exhaled sharply, as if entranced in our little exchange of ideas, "Girls are hot when they're angry, un." He drilled his blue eyes into my purple orbs and flashed and arrogant smirk.
"You're pathetic," Sasuke scoffed at Deidara. The blonde turned to the raven.
"No, you are, un," He huffed, obviously pissed at Sasuke's little comment.
"Cat fight," I grumbled under my breath, hoping that they didn't hear, but wishing they did. But then again, I never get what I wish for.
"I don't have time to argue with the likes of you," The arrogant raven haired bastard glared icily at the blondey.
"Then don't, un," Deidara bore his eyes into Sasuke's, probably trying to burn a whole through his head. What? He was blonde! "And I'm the blonde one." He smirked egotistically. If there was someone more cocky than Sasuke, it would be Deidara. Okay, maybe it was a tie.
Sasuke just glared, having nothing left to say.
"You're both stupid," I sighed, rolling my eyes. They immediately snapped their heads in my direction. Happy, no?
They both looked at me with killing intent. This was not looking good for me. Deidara, being the kind little freaker he was, threw a little clay birdy at me….. a bird of doom! No, I'm not kidding.
"KATSU!"
BOOM!
The bird blew up, luckily, I jumped out just in time. And luckily for me again, Karin got scratched by the miniature explosion. I'm having a real lucky day.
Scratch that, I smelled burning. And oh, looky, the floor was burning. The floor was fucking burning! Damn those butt-wipes to hell.
"Suiton, Kuro Tsunami no Jutsu," I growled, after doing a series of hand-signs. A tide of black water— no racism intended—washed through the Akatsuki living room and took out the fire.
And of course, the commotion caused the rest of the beasts to come flooding out of their dens.
"My money," Kakuzu looked at the floor sadly. I could imagine him weeping about it.
"Don't cried over spilled money," I smirked at him. Cruel, I know.
"I wasn't sad," He glared at me, trying to prove a point, "I'm infuriated!" If steam could really come of a human's cranium, I'm sure that Kakuzu's ear would be sprouting a rather large amount right now. I just shrugged nonchalantly, showing that I didn't give a shit.
"I'll call the repairs men to come," Konan left the room as soon as she came in. Apparently, she didn't find burnt property amusing.
"Who did this?" Kakuzu glared around the room, trying find the culprit that would make him waste his money. Immediately, Deidara pointed at me. I would love to be his friend. Kakuzu glared at me with killing intent. "You," His voice went down at least an octave. And it was creepy. That man was serious about his money.
"It was that dumb blonde over there," I jerked my finger in the said person's direction calmly.
"We all know that you can do fire jutsus, un," Deidara glared at me, slightly pouting in a childlike manner. Wasn't he just adowable? Note the sarcasm, you buttwipes.
"But they don't go bang," I yelled the word 'bang' to create extra emphasis, "Now do they?" I smirked evilly at the violently twitching Deidara. He crossed his arms, stuck his nose in the air, and huffed. You get the picture. It's kind of what a girly-girl would do when she doesn't get her way.
"Dei. Dara……" Kakuzu glared at him threateningly.
"Why don't you guys go to the beach?" Pein sighed, hoping that they wouldn't cause the rest of the house to burn to the floor in a sad pile of ash.
And go to the beach we did. I wore a black bikini with red fire designs on it. Naturally, all the perverts on the beach couldn't keep their sad eyes off me and naturally, I had to be held back from trying to claw their eyes out.
Now Karin, that female dog, was another story. Her bikini barely covered what was absolutely needed to be covered. For Kami's sake, her bottom piece was basically a thong! Naturally, she tried to seduce anyone being that had two legs, and naturally, failed.
I tossed my lavender beach blanket far away from the crowded part of the beach. I needed the peace and quiet. So many things have changed since I was little. I could easy remember what was real and what was fake wanna-be memories now.
Danzo—that old fart—yanked my frail little arm harshly. I was six, a year after my parents died in my—no, Konoha's—hands.
"Go back into your room," He commanded harshly. More like cell. The so called room was a dingy little thing. It was dark, cold, and just plain sad.
"But people would know that I'm gone," I looked at the old geezer with sad eyes. I sure was pathetic.
"I told them that you were in the ANBU forces," He smirked evilly. I wish that old age would catch up with him and BOOM! Knock out!
"Katsumi," A certain Uchiha ruined my perfectly healthy daydream section. I noticed that he was sitting next to my, very very closely. I mentally groaned and outwardly sighed.
"What?" I snapped, bearing my deep purple orbs into his never ending obsidian ones. I felt like I was falling into them. Okay, it was definitely time to mentally slap myself!
"Nothing," He stated nonchalantly, glaring at the horizon, with one hand on his knee. Man, what did the horizon do to you?
"Sasuke," I cooed, placing my head on his shoulders. Gross, what have I become? I lifted my head of his shoulders and planted a small, yet sweet kiss on his cheek. Being caught off guard, his cheeks reddened up. SUCCESS! I smirked, "Aww, is Sasuke-koi blushing because of me?"
"You say that as if I liked you," He glared at me, smirking his damned egotistical smirk in the process. Was it that hard to lift both corners of your mouth? Apparently so.
"But you do," I pouted mockingly, putting on my cute act—as cute as I could go.
"In my nightmares," He shuddered. Oh, now that was just cruel.
"God you're so mean," I hit him upside the head.
"What was that for?" He growled.
"Because you ruined my peaceful alone time," I huffed, standing up slowly.
"SASUKE-KUN!!!!!" A euphoria of fangirl squeals erupted from next to Sasuke, and I was pretty sure it wasn't him making that noise. I slowly turned around, all the while twitching.
Next to him was le slut, otherwise known as…….heck, I didn't know who the hell that asswipe was. She was a teenage girl with long, wavy, reddish hair, green eyes, an ivory complexion, and…….oh yes, an annoying squeal.
Sasuke oh-so-nicely pushed off the nice lady (insert coughing noises here) and stood up.
"Do I know you?" He raised his eyebrows so awesomely. Yeah right.
"Would you like to know me?" the girl stated flirtatiously, batting her long, dark lashes at him.
"No," Sasuke stated monotonously.
"Rejected," I smirked at the little poop-bag.
"And who are you?" She grimaced, looking me up and down.
"Take a picture—"
"Don't care," She rudely interrupted, while flicking her stupid gay-ass hair. This girl was pissing me off—bigtime.
"You know what, bitch?" A sadistic smile appeared on my lips as hatred flashed in my eyes.
"What?" She looked at me, as if challenging me to say something.
"I don't give a fuck who you are, but if you fucking mess with me, you're going down," My eyes turned into a shocking bloody red and it made her gasp. Funny, really. She screamed in agony. This reminds me of old times.
"I can kill you just by thinking about it, so I think you should just shut up," I said with a sickly sweet smile, but my tone was anything but sweet.
"W-w—who are you?" Ai stuttered out of complete fear as my eyes turned blood red.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I pretended to be scolding her with an expression so full of 'care' that can scare, "Honey, you shouldn't talk to strangers." I activated my Kekkei Genkai and the hall was echoing with her screams.
"PLEASE! PLEASE STOP, PLEASE!"
"Since you asked so nicely………..no" I stated simply.
"PLEASE! ST—" the whole hall looked at her limp body with shock and horror. They were in the sound village, but they've yet to see something as cruel as this. Pity.
Now that I think about it, I was pretty insane back then. When I came back from my lovely trip from the road of memories, the girl was limp. Not dead, but limp, and Sasuke was giving me a 'WTF' look.
"Why'd you do that?" He looked at me curiously.
"Why do you care?" I asked with a devious smirk. Wow, déjà vu.
"I don't," He smirked. Obviously, he was remembering the past as well. He snaked his freaking hands onto my thin, yet curvy waist and the distance was closed in no time. If you don't know what that meant, you deprived of reading fanfictions.
I felt his tongue travel across my lower lip. Oh heck, I granted him my entrance.
I felt his hand go under my shirt. Instead of groping my boobies, he began slowly massaging my back, closing in the non-existing distance between us.
And damn, this felt just right, as much as I hate to admit.
When we broke apart, we were both more than a little out of breath.
"You're a jerk," I panted, smirking deviously.
"Hn," He smirked back, while still possessing that darned composure!
For those of you who don't know, when Sasuke and Katsumi talk about 'why'd you do that'/'why do you care' / 'I don't', it was the exact same convo they had in the first chapter! It makes me want to cry, reminiscing on the sweet memories
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I love the house of nights series!
AND I ABSOLUTLEY LOVE NARUTO! That's why I'm writing this
Sayonara ja ne!