Vallen: Ya know, I enjoy how this story is, but I think I would want to rewrite it. I would want to start farther back, and describe how she met her demonic companions. For one reason mostly… Flashbacks suck XD I am going to keep it short just in case. Oh, I would have her being friends with Zetsu still.
Thank you to you who read this!
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As requested, they raided the kitchen. He had them warp directly into the pantry, where she started to gather food into her arms. He loomed, watching as she pranced around, picking items for their trip. He grabbed a basket, to which she smiled. He was so thoughtful. She dropped her spoils into the basket.
A pan dropped in the kitchen, and Zetsu was wrapped around her in an instant. There was some shouts, but there was no footsteps sounding towards them. She smiled at him, touching his cheek gently. He closed his glowing yellow eyes, leaning into her touch.
"We go now?" He was always anxious around numerous humans. He said it was is craving. What craving? He did not tell her, he said it was the one thing he did not wish for her to know. She did not push it. Although they had been together since his birth, he was bound to branch off from her at some point.
She placed a few more fruit into the basket.
"Yes." She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he engulfed her in his arms. They sank into the ground, the earth warping around him.
They were in the living room of the demons she called friends, in moments. Gaara had been reading, the book now lay on his lap discarded. Sasori was tending to his saplings, all of which looked lackluster. Deidara, who was sleeping on his makeshift hammock, was the first to greet them. Zetsu unwrapped his arms from around her, only for Deidara's to take their place.
"I missed you!" He swung her around, while rubbing his cheek on her head. Warmth bubbled in her chest, merry as she clung to him.
"I missed you too!" She smiled widely as he placed her on the ground. Sasori was next, grabbing her waist from behind and pulling her against his hard body. She felt him burry his nose into her hair, his breath warm against her scalp. If possible, she smiled more, and rested her arms against his. He flopped back, a chair of wood warping from the ground to accommodate him. She plopped onto his lap, trapped by his arms.
Goodness, they were acting like she had been gone for months!
This was where she belonged.
