Do you know those "Akatsuki kitties" stories? Welp, this was an unfinished crack at one. Caroline and Sam are both my ocs, and basically live in a kind of slice of lifey style of story. Of course, throwing in a Naruto aspect changes some things, but both were not created specifically for this story if you get what I mean.
It also includes an Omake for some reason.
Oh, and it has Orochimaru and Kabuto too, which I've never personally seen in one of these stories.
"The things that are most important aren't written in books. You have to learn them by experiencing them yourself." – Sakura Haruno
Caroline POV
"Come on Sammy!"
I yelled, scowling at him from further down the sidewalk. "Coming." the redhead drawled, still keeping a sedate pace, making my eye twitch in agitation. "Gosh you're slow," he rolled his eyes at that and adjusted his glasses, shifting the leather bag he had on his shoulder to the other.
"And you fail at all subjects excluding art and English, your point?" his lips turned upwards into a sly smirk when I huffed, turning on my heel and walking faster. "Guess who's gonna fuckin' starve asshat?"
Sammy reached into his bag and flashed me a ramen packet, "I basically have a week's worth of instant ramen, so I'm good."
Walking backwards, I flipped him off, "You're gonna get sick from that Sammy-boy. Also, I dont fail at everything! I'm doing good in math this year." I protested, scowl deepening when he quirked a brow and gave me a look that said he didn't believe my bullshiting. "Whatever you say, Carrie," my asshole of a friend shrugged and stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, taking in a deep breath of the crisp winter air.
Our breath billowed out like smoke, and like the total kids we are, took turns trying to create the biggest cloud.
I slowed my pace when I spotted a cardboard box on the side of the road, not looking like it belonged to anybody. Curiosity got the better of me, and I stopped in front of it and crouched down, fingers trailing over the closed lid. A layer of frost coated the box, the ice crystals giving it an almost magical look.
"Hey, Sammy? What do you think's inside?"
He joined me a moment later, tilting his head in a curious manner before speaking, "Dunno, could be trash, or secret artifacts from a lost civilization."
Giving him a flat stare, I gestured vaguely to the air, "Secret artifacts in a cardboard box in the suburbs, right." he scratched at his stubbled chin, "Hey, you asked me a dumb question, you get a dumb answer. Just open it and find out Carol."
I glared, "You know I hate it when people call me that." he lifted his hands in a sarcastic surrender, "Alright, alright, Carrie. Don't get your panties in a twist." Rolling my eyes I muttered an unintelligible insult under my breath and carefully hooked my fingers under the lid. Slowly opening the box, I peered inside, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of twelve shivering kittens. "Awe, poor things," I whispered, not noticing Sammy leaning down to see them more clearly. The redhead whistled, "Wow, what dick would leave kittens out in the winter? That's a major douchebag move." he commented, taking a hand out of his pocket to pet the biggest kitten, fur looking like a bluer shade of gray. The feline subconsciously leaned into his warm hand, quite cold by the look of it.
"Let's take em' inside, we're only a block away after all." I decided, eyes softening at the little animals, I'm such a bleeding heart.
Sammy nodded, "Sounds like a plan, alrighty kitties, we're saving your asses so you better not claw me." getting his plan, I nodded, "Yeah, let's each take six, they should fit in our jackets."
He clasped his hands, rubbing them together for emphasis, "Ok, time to warm you little suckers up."
We carefully tucked the kittens in our jackets, holding the shivering babies to our chests. "Let's go, and please, try to keep up Sam." he didn't get to reply before i was off, running down the sidewalk, being careful to watch my steps so I didn't trip.
It only took a few moments for him to appear beside me, meeting me step by step. "ugh, why do you make me run?" he groaned, already breathing heavily despite the short distance we had to travel. "You're a fatass, exercise more instead of tinkering with electronics and playing video games and you won't die trying to outrun a serial killer." I pointed out, breathing light, each step made with purpose, unlike my friend's impression of someone off of my 500 lb life.
"I- hah, don't need to outrun them, I'll just use my brains to trap them in a pit or some shit," he breathed out, cringing when his leg started cramping up- again.
It wasn't long before we finally made it home, the both of us stopping and catching our breath on the doorstep. Sammy glanced at the garage and groaned, "Your mom's home."
I opened both of the doors and gave him a look, "Why would that be a bad thing?"
He gave me an incredulous look, "She's scary," was his reply, as if that explained everything.
Rolling my eyes, I stepped inside and walked over to the couch, unzipping my coat and allowing the frazzled kittens to breathe. "We haven't seen her in days," I spoke as I went about setting them on the couch. I allowed myself a small smile, they looked better already- no longer quivering like leaves during a rainstorm. "whatever." my friend spoke, unzipping his own jacket and throwing it on the couch and letting down his set of kittens.
He gingerly touched a couple of scratch marks on his collarbone, skin exposed from the blue V-neck shirt he wore. Sam gave the kittens a dirty look, squinting his eyes, "you little shits."
He sneezed, adjusting his glasses and walking away, making a break for the kitchen. I snorted, "Dumbass." I muttered, turning my attention to the twelve little bundles of joy.
They were strange, almost all of them had odd colored fur or markings, though i supposed they could have been dyed. The way they were looking at me was kind of creepy, and I couldn't help but smile at that.
Normal is so very boring after all.
One of them had ashy black fur and red eyes, which stood out to me the most. I reached out a hand and gently ran my fingers through his silky fur, his eyes possessed a certain intelligence that intrigued me. "Carrie! Where's the Capri sun?" Sam called, and I heard him slam the fridge door. Scowling, I shouted back, "In the freezer!"
It was silent for a heartbeat, "Why the fuck would you put juice in the freezer?!"
"Me, asshat!"
"Sorry, I don't speak bitchy dumbass." he drawled, coming into the room with a frozen Capri sun in his hand. "I will castrate you." I threatened, taking a seat on the couch with the cats, and pulling the black kitten onto my lap, stroking his fur in silent anger. He halfheartedly placed his free hand on his chest in mock surprise, "Wow, I'm shaking in fear."
Shaking my head, I reached for one of my sketchbooks wedged between the couch cushions, grinning when dusted it off. Reaching down between the red velvety cushions once more, I dug around for a pencil, mentally fist-pumping the air when my fingers curled around a mechanical one- complete with an almost unused eraser, a win in my book.
Cracking open the ancient sketchbook, I flipped a few pages between settling on a blank one, beginning to sketch a rough figure.
Glancing up briefly, I saw Sammy heaving his box of junk onto the coffee table, setting it down with a thud. He met my gaze and rolled his eyes, as if reading my thoughts and said, "It's not junk, it's wires and circuit boards and shit."
(._.)
Deidara POV
The blonde bomber looked up with a huff at the girl who practically saved their lives, and who happened to have her complete attention on an open sketchbook. "Like that's true art un." he muttered to himself, taking in the view of the living room they were set loose in. Most of the other members of the Akatsuki- and 'that snake bastard' and his creeper assistant, as Kisame put it, leaped tentatively off the couch and began looking around on Leader's orders. Orochimaru of the sannin and his silver furred companion went over to observe the teen- Sammy, as he worked with a small metallic figure resembling a puppet.
The living room had a cozy, homely feel to it, the blonde noted, and consisted of mostly reds and browns, with an eggshell white to contrast the earthy tones. 'Way too much Sasori's tastes,' Deidara thought, turning his attention to their 'savior'.
The redhead with the glasses had called her 'Carrie', and 'Carol', both names completely foreign to the terrorist. Carrie also had extremely curly short hair, something he's never seen in the elemental nations. It was pale blonde, almost silver, and she had striking green catlike eyes and milky pale skin. The girl was definitely not related to the redhead, who had tanner skin and murky hazel eyes, though they seemed to act like siblings- or a grumpy old couple.
Another unbelievable thing was the fact that they were all cats, and somehow traveled dimensions. Itachi had remarked that neither teen had chakra and the only ones he could sense were themselves, speaking of the Uchiha-
"Enjoying yourself Uchiha un?" Deidara asked smugly, watching as the raven furred kitten's demeanor switched from absolute calm, to mildly annoyed.
The blonde glared, he could barely get a reaction out of the prodigy on even the best days.
Itachi raised a brow, "I'm merely observing the room from a high viewpoint."
Hidan snuggled into Carrie's side- well, moreso her chest, and shot the blonde a smirk. "You're just fucking jealous me and the pussy-Uchiha are taking advantage of this situation."
Itachi gave the Jashinist a sharp look, while Deidara snorted, "As if, you'd sexualize a donkey if it was female un."
Hidan snarled, his taste of hot bitches seemingly insulted, "Like you fucking have damn standards transy."
(._.)
Omake; Popsicles
She gingerly unwrapped her sweet treat, throwing away the packaging nonchalantly while the blonde got a good grasp on the stick. She brought the popsicle to her mouth, engulfing the red iced treat with a sigh. Swirling her tongue around the tip, she sucked lightly, suppressing a moan at the sugary stick's sweetness. The girl abruptly shoved the stick down her throat to the wooden stick, a sudden change to her almost ginger menstruations a moment before. Pumping it in and out of her mouth a few times, she pulled it out with a wet 'pop'. Licking her lips and sighing again in satisfaction, the blonde smiled lightly, happy that she got to enjoy such a sweet treat this early in the morning.
"Urg!" the boy in the armchair across from her sucked in a sharp breath, standing up abruptly and making a dash for the door. The girl didn't miss the tent in his pants and laughed maliciously, calling out with a foxy smile; "Enjoy the show, Sammy?"
"Fuck you! Stop eating popsicles so sensually Carrie!"
As Carrie cackled, her mother popped her head out from the kitchen with a knowing smile on her lips. "Dont tease hormonal sensitive teenage boys dear, their suffering is funny but you might get stuck marrying one someday." At that comment, Carrie made a face, "Is that why you married dad?"
Her mother paused, a contemplating look on her face before her lips twisted into a vicious smirk.
"Hmm, what do you think?"
The blonde looked at her mother with a mixture of awe and wonder, "You're so cool, mom."
Her mother flipped her long hair over her shoulder, a look on confidence on her features, "of course I am darling."
"Even the strongest of opponents always has a weakness." – Itachi Uchiha
"You and I are flesh and blood. I'm always going to be there for you, even if it's only as an obstacle for you to overcome. Even if you do hate me. That's what big brothers are for." – Itachi Uchiha
Cause taking in 10(12 in this case) kittens is something everyone would do.