Azumi stayed closed to Komushi, confused as to why he was not taking the quieter route when he knew that she did not deal with crowds well. "Um, would it not have made sense to go the way we came?" she asked.
"Always the clever one, aren't you," Komushi teased distractedly as he looked around for any sign of Utakata. He did feel a twinge of sympathy as he felt her draw in closer to him. However, that was the last thing on his mind the second he spotted Utakata looking for them in the crowd. "Shit," he hissed. "We're going to take a much, much faster way," he said, stopping them in their tracks. Using the growing crowd as a temporary shield, he wrapped an arm around her, giving her no time to fight back as he threw her over his shoulder. "Is this okay for your baby?" he asked, starting to take off down the street. He wrapped one arm around her legs to keep her in place.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she growled. She noticed him take a turn that led them in the complete opposite direction of Gaara's house and gasped, realizing that she should not have trusted him. "You fucking asshole!" she said, punching him in the back. "Put me down!"
"No can do, Milady," he chuckled, running faster. "Just tell me if your stomach is hurting, I'll adjust for the baby." He made another sharp turn and narrowly missed clipping Azumi's head on the edge of a wall. "Oh!" he hissed. "Sorry." She thrashed a little in his grasp, trying to loosen his grip so she could slip off of him. He only held onto her tighter and she hissed softly and let her fangs come out, getting ready to bite him. She had no idea exactly how to get to Gaara's from where they were but she could figure it out. Komushi heard her hiss faintly and patted her butt as he ran. "Try not to bite me," he chuckled, turning again. "I really don't want to tranquilize you." He was bluffing. Sasori had not given him anything and he was not sure why he had not thought to grab anything in case she resisted. He turned around, continuing to run backward to see if they were still being tailed.
She smacked him really hard on the back of his head for touching her butt and then caught sight of the mansion they were approaching as he moved backward. "Whose place is this?" she whispered, not recognizing the property but knowing by the look of it that it had to be someone in Sasori's family. Everyone in the family had some sort of extravagance to their house. She let out another growl and punched him in the back a few more times. "Where are we?" she demanded.
"Ugh," he grunted with each blow she dealt him. "I forgot how heavy-handed you are," he chuckled, turning her back around when he did not see anyone. "You'll find out in a bit. Patience, Little Snake," he teased. He jogged up the steps, careful not to bounce her too hard. A servant greeted them quickly but he pressed a finger to his lips to keep them quiet. He mouthed his question, asking where Sasori was. They pointed silently and Komushi followed the direction. He followed the hall down to the studio. "Your package milord," he said, walking through the door unannounced.
Sasori was sitting with his back turned. He nearly jumped out of his skin the moment he heard Komushi but he did not let it show. "You walk like an elephant," he muttered, turning around.
Azumi gasped as soon as she heard Sasori's voice. It was not until she practically heard her own heartbeat that she realized how fast it was beating. She dug her nails into Komushi's back. "You fucking liar!" she growled, reaching up to grab his hair and pull his head back.
"Hnng," he laughed as she tugged at his hair. "Now, now. You're already pregnant, you can't pull my hair like that unless you're willing to give me a kid of my own," he teased through a few winces and grunts. "Where should I put her?"
"Down there," Sasori pointed to a chair while he picked up a rope. "Were you seen?" he asked.
"Briefly," Komushi admitted, moving toward the chair. "Utakata was around but we lost him quickly. He didn't seem to follow far." He smoothly moved Azumi from his shoulder and into the chair, holding her down so she could not move before Sasori tied her up.
"Utakata?" Sasori nearly whined. "And what of her family?" He bound her hands and legs tightly to the chair. He was in no mood to have her getting away or attempting to strike at them. When he was done, he patted her body down. "No snakes?" he asked Komushi.
"No," he shook his head. "No family. No snakes."
"Perfect," Sasori smirked, taking her jaw in his hand tightly. He let his fingertips sink harshly into the bone. "You thought you could escape me," he said softly. "You forgot who owns you."
She moved her head to free her jaw from his grasp, looking away from him. "I no longer serve you," she said.
"You don't?" His eye twitched a little but his grin only sharpened into a smirk. "That's news to me. Komushi, when did I sign the papers to give the little snake her freedom?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at his friend. "Because I don't think that happened. Which means you," he looked back at Azumi, "are still my property."
"I don't recall it," Komushi smirked, sitting down at a workbench.
"But what I do recall," Sasori said, "is you pledging your loyalty to me until your freedom was given."
"That was before you tried to kill my child," she hissed.
"It doesn't rescind your promise," Sasori chided lightly. "No one told you to go fuck my cousin."
"And be sloppy about it," Komushi chuckled. "This is a rookie mistake." He nodded to the little bump that made up her stomach.
Sasori's eye fell to her stomach. Something about seeing the baby bump caused him to freeze for a moment. It made the situation all the more real. His blood ran white-hot with rage. His eye did twitch this time. He laughed softly, curling his fingers in and out of a fist. It itched to slap her hard across the face. "You will never be free of me," his voice was a low, rough growl. "You are mine and so is that creature." He pressed a finger hard into her stomach. He angled his body away from her, eyeing her mouth.
She let out a soft grunt, trying to bring her leg up to move his hand away from her. It only caused the rope to burn her skin a little because he tied it so tight. She thrashed a little, letting her fangs come out again. Even though the bump was small, it still prevented her from leaning forward enough to bite him. She could not think of anything else she could do. Naga and Ryuga were not around. She tilted her head back and let out another soft growl. Of all the times to go feral, this would have been the best. Yet, she could not bring herself to that point. "You are so desperate," she whispered, "to hold onto whatever little power you had."
"Have," he growled the correction. "And this is not desperation. I was conspired against and then invaded. This is retaliation, my dear." He smirked, watching her struggle against the binds. "No one will think to look for you here and since my house has been ruled out as somewhere I'd be, we will go back there to get rid of this issue," he jutted his chin at the bump again. "And then I will think of what we will do next."
"You still have to deal with her father," Komushi folded his arms over his chest.
"Yes," Sasori frowned. "You never told me he could turn into a snake," he smirked down at her.
"I did not tell you about the trances, my fangs, or my venom," she snapped. "These are all things you discovered on your own. Are you really surprised that I would not relay the fact that my father turns into a snake to you?" She did not need him to know that she only recently found out as well.
"She has a point," Komushi chuckled.
Sasori stood up straight, looking down his nose at her. "She does," he agreed with a soft hum. "I'm starting to believe you less and less about your claim to humanity."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, letting her fangs retract. "Believe what you want, it does not matter to me anymore. I know what I am." She looked him up and down. "I am more human than you are."
"I never claimed humanity," he smirked. "But you'll find most monsters in this world are, in fact, very human." He turned to Komushi. "Go to my to my room and get the list of ingredients on the desk then fetch from the shop."
Komushi smirked and nodded then stood up with a stretch. "Don't do anything fun without me," he said as he left. It enraged Azumi that she, even for a moment, believed that he was sincere earlier.
"Just go, Komushi," Sasori huffed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a seat on a nearby stool and waiting until he was truly alone with Azumi. He rubbed his face then looked at her silently. She was back. He felt something bubble up in his chest. It felt good to have her close again. He was admittedly surprised this plan had worked. He pulled the stool closer to her, reaching out to cup her face once more, gently this time. He lifted her chin, moving her face to get a good look at her. Komushi was right. He had missed her.
She noticed his fading wounds and tried her best not to feel sorry for him. They looked bad and she knew her father was brutal so she could only imagine what they looked like before when they were fresh. She could already feel the need to take care of him and she only hated herself more for it. She jerked her face away from his hand, looking away from him again.
"Azumi," he said her name softly, almost like he was savoring it. "Look at me." He needed her eyes on him. He needed her to know she was still his no matter what anyone said.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head and looking down. She closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. She knew that if she looked at him, she would not be able to control the urge to want to help him. She did not understand why she cared so much for the piece of shit that hurt her and it infuriated her that she did.
He ground his teeth, his eyes searching her face. He felt a surge of desperation to be acknowledged by her mixed with rage. "Look at me," he repeated, his voice still soft. His touch was even softer as he cupped her face. Just being so close to her took the edge off of his loneliness. His thumb stroked her cheek gently. As soon as she looked at him, she could feel tears well up in her eyes. Getting a better look at his injuries made her not only feel bad for him but she also started to feel guilty that she was not able to help him before. And that she was the cause of a few of them. "Don't leave me again," he nearly whispered. His thumb inched towards her eyes to catch any tears that fell. "I need you." He heard the words leave his lips before he could stop them. And they were painfully true.
Her breath hitched and she bit her lip, trying to keep herself from full-on sobbing. "Stop," she choked out. It only made her feel even more guilty.
Sasori felt his own throat tighten. He found his voice useless for a moment. He shook his head, lacing his fingers through her hair with his free hand. "I can't," he finally whispered. If he could stop the way he felt, he would. Never had he been so affected by another. Never had another that touched him so rawly. It scared him.
She made the mistake of looking into his eyes and the loneliness she saw made more tears come out. She wanted to check him over and make sure he was alright. "I..." she breathed, looking away and then looking back at him. "Untie me," she said softly.
He wiped away the tears as they fell, looking back into the gold of her eyes. "You won't run?" he asked her softly. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to ignore the pounding in his chest and that the bond between them was strong enough. The hand in her hair pulled away, ready to do as she asked.
She shook her head very slightly. "No," she whispered, trying to stop crying.
He looked at her a little hard, continuing to wipe away her tears. He suddenly pulled away, moving to the door to lock it just in case Komushi returned. He wanted this to be just them. Alone. Returning to her side, he knelt down to smoothly undo the knots around her hands. He rubbed the rope marks from her wrist while he debated releasing her feet. He moved to her other hand, repeating the action of soothing the rope marks from her skin.
As soon as he let her wrist go, she cupped his face gently, tilting it to survey the fading damage. There was a light bruise on his chest from when she kicked him and knocked the wind out of him and then an even darker bruise on his stomach from when Orochimaru repeatedly kicked him. She ran her finger very gently along his jaw, checking the bruises from both her punching him and whatever Orochimaru did. "How much pain are you still in?" she asked.
"I can move," he replied, suppressing a shudder as she moved her hands along his body. He had almost forgotten how nice her hands felt. But he did not forget how nice it felt to be cared about. "But I shouldn't leave the house," he admitted.
She frowned and sighed, continuing to feel his bruises. He was definitely healing which both made her feel better about it but also worried her because once he was fully healed, he could go back to being himself and hurting her. "Where are we?" she whispered, looking around the workshop they were in.
"I can't tell you that," he said as he watched her probe him. "I'm not going to risk your father making an appearance and pulling the people who live here into it."
"You should have thought about that before you chose to hide out here," she muttered. She closed her eyes, retracting her hands from his face. "Let me see your back."
"You won't be staying here long," he told her as he shrugged his top off and swiveled on the stool to present his back to her.
She reached out, feeling his back for any muscle tightness and knots and making sure not to press too hard into the bruises. She furrowed her brows, thinking about what exactly his plan could even be. Whoever lived in the house they were in was taking good care of him. "But you cannot leave this house," she said softly.
"I'll manage," he told her, wincing a little. "If it means keeping you, I'll go where I need to," he said over his shoulder. There was a knock at the door.
Azumi jumped a little, startled by the knock. She looked at the door and then back at Sasori. A few seconds passed and he did not move. "Are you going to get that?" she whispered, retracting her hands.
"No," he told her.
She frowned, staying quiet for a little while. "They will start looking for me," she said after a few minutes. "You cannot guarantee they will just rule out your house."
"You're right, I can't," he said, looking down at his hands. "But my aunt and Shira's visit is assurance enough for me to take the risk and go back there," he hummed. "We won't be staying there for too long." He was not entirely sure what he was going to but his skills were useful in any place they settled if they did decide to leave. They only had to disappear long enough for her family to give up if he could not kill them outright. "And it's not like you can tell them where you are. Komushi said he wasn't followed either. No one knows where you are."
She ran her hands through her hair and then rubbed her face, trying to wipe away as much of the crying evidence as she could. "You are a fool," she said. "If you think my father is not going to find me...you are an absolute fool."
"And if you think I will let your father best me more than once then you're the fool," he said, turning back around to face her. "I've learned enough about him to make a better plan to deal with him." He got up to cross the room and grab a handkerchief. He dampened it then handed it to her as he retook his seat.
She took it and used it to wipe her face. "How exactly do you think you can best a man who turns into a giant snake?" she asked. "I am telling you this because I do not want you to be killed. You stand no chance against him."
"Simple," Sasori smirked. "We use his only weakness against him." He tilted his head, looking at her. "We'll use you and the baby."
"You are not turning me against my own father," she growled. She almost moved to get up but realized her legs were still bound to the chair. "And using me to get to him will only ensure that you will die."
He smirked at her. "It's cute that you think that," he told her. "I'll be right back," he said, getting up once more. In all honesty, he had no idea how he would use her against him. But he could figure that out later. Right now, he was going to bask in having her back. He crossed the room and slipped out of it to head down to the kitchen to make some tea for the both of them.
A servant entered the kitchen as he did and smiled. "Are you feeling better, Lord Sasori?" they asked.
"Much better," Sasori answered genuinely, setting the water to boil.
"I noticed Lord Komushi brought a girl over. Shall I let your parents know that you have guests when they come back?"
"No need for that," Sasori said. "They won't mind this guest."
The servant nodded and left the kitchen with whatever they came to get.
Back in the workshop, Azumi wiped her face one last time with the handkerchief then tossed it onto the workbench as she looked around while trying to form a plan of escape. If it worked out, she could get out before Komushi returned, otherwise she would have to deal with both of them. She had no idea where she was or how to get to anyone from where she was. She let out a frustrated growl. She hated herself for actually caring about Sasori and for actually trusting Komushi long enough for him to kidnap her.
Sasori smiled fondly as he set up a tray with their tea. Aside from the baby bump, he was genuinely happy to have her back. He thought about her hands on his body and the genuine care he saw in her eyes. No one really looked him like that. Sure, he had his parents but this was different. He missed baths with her, he missed...her sleeping next to him. Hell, he even missed Naga. He carried the tray back down the hall and closed the door behind him. "I brought tea," he told her.
She looked up at him, watching him as he set the tray down on the table beside them and retook his seat. He handed her a cup and took the other for himself. For a moment, she looked into the cup with suspicion, wondering if he had poisoned it. She took another look at his face and could tell by the look in his eyes that he did not. "Thank you," she said softly, taking a sip and then letting out a small, surprised hum. It was not the usual tea they drank but it was good.
"It's a new blend," he hummed. "I'm not sure how much I like it," he said softly while swirling his cup. He watched her over his cup as discreetly as he could. His eyes traced her form from her face down to stomach once more.
"It is not bad," she said, taking another sip. "I like it." She saw where his line of sight was directed. "It is different." She relaxed a little, sighing softly. "Do you trust me enough to untie my legs?" she asked softly.
"Yes," he said, setting his cup down. "But first." He got up to lock the door again. "Okay, now I'll release you." He knelt down to untie her legs.
As soon as her legs were free, she leaned a little forward to rub the marks the rope left. "Thank you," she said softly. She sat back and crossed her legs. That was the real reason she wanted him to untie her.
"Mhm," he nodded, picking his cup back up. "When was the last time you bathed?" he asked her as he sat back down.
"Last night," she answered as she finished her tea with a couple of more sips. She set her cup back onto the tray and rolled her ankles a little, still feeling the uncomfortable sensation of the rope.
"Mmm, not good enough," he chuckled. "Let's take a bath," he said with a stretch. "Those will feel better in hot water."
"I had a feeling that was where this was going," she hummed as she stood up with him. She was up for a bath.
"Good," he smirked. "Hold on a second." He took the sash that he had removed earlier to wrap around her eyes. "I'll guide you."
She huffed a little at the fact that he did not fully trust her but she could understand his reasoning. She patiently stood there as he blindfolded her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He gently started guiding her to the door and she listened to the sound of him unlocking it and then opening it. He placed his hand back on her shoulder and resumed guiding her through the halls to the bathroom.
Once they were safely in the bathroom, he stopped them and held her still with one hand while the other reached back to lock the door. "This bath is a lot...smaller than what we are used to," he told her as he undid the sash.
She blinked a little when she could finally see. She looked around the bathroom and focused on the only thing she noticed. "There is only one tub?" she asked softly. It was a large round tub that could definitely fit a few people but she and Sasori never bathed in the same tub at the same time and she was not entirely comfortable with that setup. In fact, she was not comfortable with it at all.
"Glad to see your eyes still work," he chuckled. "Yes, there is only one tub. Believe me, I'm not fond of it either." He walked around her, grabbing a few oils and salts to add to the bath then turned it on to bring it up to the right temperature. She was not comfortable getting into the bath with him but she considered her other options and they all resulted in her getting hurt. With a sigh, she started to undress while the tub filled up.
He set up the rest of the tub then looked over at her. His eyes fell to her exposed stomach first. The bump was even more pronounced now that she was standing up and undressed. His eye twitched as he straightened out to undress. He did not like it. She did not look right like that. His eyes wandered the rest of her body to look at his handy work. He crossed over to her, tracing his finger along the burn on her chest. She flinched and immediately tensed up when he touched her. She wanted to move away but there was nowhere to go. She looked down at where his finger was moving and then looked at him.
His finger followed the curve of her chest, along the burn. He immediately noticed the hickeys littering her skin. They looked almost purposely placed so her dress would hide them. He pressed hard into one, feeling his rage spike. "So you and Gaara are still doing things despite that." His other hand pressed to the side of her swollen belly.
She winced a little and felt her heart race a bit. "Yes," she answered softly. "A pregnant woman's libido skyrockets."
He grimaced, his nose wrinkling like a child, then pulled his hands away, stepping back to get in the tub. His eyes caught a few more hickeys lower down and on her inner thighs. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "It doesn't...feel strange?" he asked curiously.
She looked at him confusedly. "No..." she answered. "It...feels like normal sex." She got into the tub once he was settled in and stayed on the other side.
He winced again, shaking his head. "Okay, let's change the subject," he said, not wanting to talk about her intimacy with his cousin. "Does it...make sounds yet?" he asked, referring to her stomach.
She smirked at him, sinking below the water so she was only exposed from the shoulders up. "Not yet," she said. "It is still a little too early for that to happen.
"Is it?" he asked, looking away.
"Have you not been around many pregnant women?"
"The only pregnant women my profession puts me in contact with are women who don't want them." He looked back at her. "They come at various stages and never stay long."
"Ah," she said. "I see." She took that little bit of information and held onto it. She knew he wanted to get rid of her child. He outright mentioned it to her. She needed to be more careful from then on. She hummed softly, rubbing the rope marks on her ankles and wrists.
"Do you feel any different?" he asked. "When my aunt was pregnant..." he looked up as if trying hard to remember details, "her hair would grow a lot...so would her nails and Uncle Rasa had to help her a lot." He did not quite understand why he was trying to make conversation at the moment. He was genuinely curious but he did not want to be. He wanted the thing dead.
"Not too different," she hummed. "I am hungrier. I do tend to spend most of my time just eating." She looked down for a moment. "I am not so big yet that I am having a hard time moving around but even this small bump stops me from leaning forward too much. I can only imagine that when it gets bigger I will need help getting up from seats."
"It's going to be bigger than Gaara, that's for sure," he hummed. "His mom didn't seem to gain anything with him. And I'm pretty sure he fully fit in Sandaime's hand as a baby." He leaned back against the tub wall as he spoke. "Uncle Rasa almost killed him and my aunt actually."
"He did mention to me that he was premature," she frowned. "And that his father blames him for his mother's death since she died during childbirth." She stayed quiet for a moment then looked up at him. "What was his mother like?"
Sasori hummed, leaning against his arm as he thought. "She was...always really nice," he started. "She wasn't as glamorous as Aunt Sachiko but she took care of us. She was like a buffer between Auntie and my mother." He hummed a little longer. "She grew succulents and cacti too," he smiled fondly. His voice dropped to something almost nice. No edge to it as he spoke. "She made the best ice cream."
"She sounds like she was very sweet," Azumi said with a small smile. "I am sure he reflects a lot of what she was."
"Temari sure doesn't," Sasori snorted. "I think Kankuro is the most like her but Gaara is the most soft-spoken," he chuckled. "He barely talked as a kid. But that's definitely his father's fault. One time he...actually multiple times, he's tried to, uh, kill him."
Her eyes widened and she sat up straighter. "He what?" she hissed, a slight growl coming through. It should not have surprised her, she knew from being told by multiple people that Gaara's father was a horrible person but the fact that someone would try to kill their own child infuriated her.
"Oh, yeah," Sasori smirked a little at her reaction. "Tried to poison him several times, then there was the time he tried to get Gaara hit by a runaway cart," he listed. "Oh, and Gaara's voice is so rough because his father got him to swallow something. Granny had to act pretty fast with that one."
She gasped hard, immediately bringing her hands up to cover her mouth. "That is so fucked up," she growled. She almost wanted to go feral on Rasa on Gaara's behalf.
"It is," Sasori nodded without picking up his head. "This family isn't exactly made of angels," he said, looking at her. "We all have our secrets and sins. Even Sandaime."
"Oh, I have no doubt about any of that," she huffed. "It is just..." She let out a frustrated growl. Gaara was entirely too nice of a person to have to go through any of that. "Ugh." If she were to see his father, she doubted she would be able to control herself.
"Gaara turned out fine," Sasori chuckled. "He could have been a lot worse." He sat up, starting to wash his body. "He could have turned out like me." He flashed her a devilish grin.
She narrowed her eyes at him and scoffed. "I suppose," she said.
"Then again, if he turned out like me maybe that," he pointed to her stomach, "wouldn't have happened."
She rolled her eyes. "Let us just be grateful he is the way he is," she said.
"You're welcome," he smirked. "I take most of the credit," he said, picking up a nearby basin to wash his hair. "I gave him his skills and profession."
"How kind of you," she deadpanned as she started to wash up herself. She finished up and relaxed one more time while he washed his hair. She waited for him to finish before getting out of the tub. She had not really looked at her stomach but she was aware that she had started to show. She looked into a nearby mirror and took in just how much she was showing. As she let out a soft hum, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Sasori got out of the tub soon after her and wrapped his towel around himself. He walked into his room before her to find Komushi laying on the bed.
"Feel better?" Komushi asked, reading one of Sasori's journals.
Sasori glared at him, snatching the book. "I was." He hit Komushi hard on the head with the book.
"I was just getting to the good part," Komushi whined. He looked behind Sasori. "Where is she?"
Just as he asked, Azumi walked into the bedroom, looking around the foreign space. Her eyes landed on Komushi and she let out a disgusted groan. "Never mind, I will get dressed in the bathroom," she muttered, walking back into the bathroom.
"What!" Komushi gasped. "But I want to see the baby bump!" he whined.
"Oh, do you?" she snapped from the bathroom. "Do you really? You said you were just taking me out for churros and then you kidnapped me. How can I trust that you are not going to fondle me or something under the guise of just wanting to see my belly?" She emerged from the bathroom fully dressed. "I do not trust you."
Komushi broke down in a fit of laughter. "Oh, come on," he said. "I got you the churros, didn't I? And we left after twenty minutes!" he pouted. "How about Sasori ties me up and you show me?"
She stared at him for a long moment, narrowing her eyes. After a while, she scoffed and rolled her eyes then walked toward him while moving the fabric of her dress to show him her stomach and only her stomach.
"Oh," his lips curved in a soft smile. "It's still so small," he hummed softly. Behind him, Sasori paused as he got dressed, glancing at her stomach again.
"I am at the end of the first trimester," she said.
"Does it kick yet?" Komushi asked, reaching out to run his hand around her belly to feel for a kick.
"It's too early for that," Sasori told him as if he did not learn that fact himself just a few minutes ago.
"I see," his tone was a little sad. His fingertips lingered on her skin for a moment longer before curling in on themselves. "When would it start kicking?" he asked.
"Doesn't matter," Sasori said sharply. "It won't make it."
Azumi looked at him. "I am carrying this baby to term," she practically snapped, turning to him and fixing her dress. "You are not killing it."
"Says you," Sasori smirked. "But you don't actually have a say, so your proclamation matters as much as a hot breeze," he said as he dried off his hair.
"You're an ass," Komushi frowned. "You really sh—" He stopped short at the nasty glare Sasori shot him.
"That thing is simply a parasite on all accounts," Sasori ground out. "Resources, money, and her life," he locked eyes with Azumi. "It's going."
"No," she said. "It is not." All the care she had for him earlier was flying out of the window very quickly. "You are not going to do anything to my child. Unless you kill me, which it does not seem like you will since you went through all of this trouble to get me back. It would only make you look even more like an actual fool for attempting multiple times, getting your ass kicked multiple times, and being incapacitated for as long as you have been."
"And what exactly are you going to do to stop me from killing it?" he asked her softly. He circled the bed, walking right up to her. His body was inches from hers as he looked down into her eyes. "You can't run," he smirked. "You don't even know where you are and no one knows where you are."
"Just because I do not know where I am it does not mean I cannot run," she said. "I can figure it out easily." It was sort of a bluff. If she could get back to the coffee shop, then she could make it to either Gaara's or Sandaime's. "You are in no state to chase after me."
"And you're in no state to run. I'm also not alone." He flicked his hand back towards Komushi. "You're outnumbered."
She let out a frustrated growl and brought her hand up to slap him hard across the face. Komushi saw it coming and moved quickly to stop her but the sound of it got to him before he could get to her. He winced for Sasori before going after her when he saw her running toward the door.
Azumi ran into the door with her shoulder, unlocked it, and took off in whatever direction she felt was right.
Sasori rolled his eyes while Komushi rushed past him. They took off down the hall after her. Sasori pulled ahead of Komushi, slipping into a room he knew would let him out right in front of Azumi. Komushi kept on following her to get her from behind. Sasori slipped out of the room, smirking as she charged towards him up the hall. He spread his arms wide, squatting so he was ready for her.
She focused on Sasori, letting her fangs come out when she got closer. She could tackle him, bite him, and take off again really quickly. As she approached him, she focused on where she was going to bite. She tackled him to the ground, quickly sliding her hands down his arms to hold him down and sunk her fangs into his shoulder. As soon as she deposited enough venom into him, she moved to get up and continue running. Sasori howled in pain as the venom paralyzed his arm. He curled it tight to his body cursed.
Komushi faulted for a moment but knew Sasori would want him to keep going. He rushed after Azumi, kicking off the ground hard. He rounded the corner and charged after her. She was close to the door but he was faster. He grabbed the back of her dress, pulling her to his body roughly. One arm locked around her waist, just above the baby bump while the other held her tight by the jaw. He grinned as she struggled against him. "You're not going to like this next part," he whispered in her ear. He shifted the hand on her jaw to press down hard on her windpipe until her eyes started to flutter. He waited for her body to go slack in his arms before he moved his hand.
Sasori struggled to get up but once he did, he made his way over to Komushi. He noticed immediately that Azumi was unconscious in his arms. "We need to get to my house quickly," he said. "I left the antivenom for her venom in my workshop."
"Of course," Komushi grumbled. "I'll carry her but are you going to make it?"
"Yes, I'll be fine. Let's just get a move on," he growled, heading for the door.