Hi. Um. ...ThexxMoonxxHides has informed me that I haven't updated for a year...
HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?! OO
Hm... I lose track of time easily, but don't worry! I've been writing, just not typing! ; Now, I should probably write more of OA before the rabid readers quarter me... ;
Disclaimer: First one? Haha. It's fairly self-explanatory, which is why I don't remember to put them. ;
Kisame and Kenzie were both panting from their long run. The moment Kisame had poofed them outside the hideout they began to run. Kenzie slid down the tree trunk into a sitting position and glanced over at Kisame, who was still leaning against the tree and holding his knees.
"Are... Are they going to come... come after us soon?" Kenzie panted. Kisame shook his head without looking up.
"No... they were all tangled up when we left, and most of them can barely stand being with their partner, let alone all of us." When he said this Kisame immediately thought of Zetsu and Tobi, Tobi and Deidara, Deidara and Sasori, and Kakuzu and Hidan. He had to restrain himself from slapping his palm against his face once he realized that most of the Akatsuki hated their partners. He got along with mostly everybody (he and Hidan had their occasional spats, as demonstrated earlier), but the others weren't quite so easygoing.
"Oh, okay, good," Kenzie said. She was still breathing heavily and Kisame remembered she wasn't a ninja.
"Uh, are you okay? You're breathing really heavily..." Kisame asked.
"Yeah. Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I haven't run for my life from psychotic criminals so hard in a long time, eh?" was the cheeky response he got.
"Um... sorry?"
"It's okay. At least I had help from one of those psychotic criminals during my escape," Kenzie looked at Kisame out of the corner of her eye when she said this, praying she wasn't signing her death contract.
He said nothing. Both lapsed into a somewhat awkward silence. Kisame leaned against a tree and Kenzie had her knees brought to her forehead, her hands clasped in together on top of her head, still regaining her breath. Suddenly, Kisame cleared his throat and caused Kenzie to look at him
"Uh..." CRAP. He couldn't think of anything to say.
Kenzie's head was buried again. He started to pick blades of grass in an attempt to hide his embarrassed face.
Her voice carried through the air to his ears: "Well."
He looked up, having composed himself. She grinned, "This is pleasantly awkward."
"Heh." He looked her in the eyes, trying to regain his manly pride (A: Oh MAN, have I got stories of THOSE...) by showing he wasn't afraid/shy/whatever he was earlier that made him look like an incompetent oaf.
"Can I ask a question?" He nodded. "Why do you guys even want us here?"
He scratched the back of his neck, unsure of how to phrase his explanation. "Well... you're here mainly because Orochimaru approached us with a deal." He stopped when he saw Kenzie's wide eyes. "Don't worry, he just said that if we agreed to co-perated he'd let us join in on the results--" Kisame immediately clamped his mouth shut when Kenzie's WTF-did-you-just-say?! leaped out and smacked his intelligence across the face.
"Results?! Results of what?!" Her words avalanched out of her mouth in a frantic rush; so much was rendered incoherent that all Kisame had heard was, 'Results?!'. After that he'd decided that, for the sake of the Alatuki and his life, he would leave the information stream at that.
However, Kenzie was still in panic mode. "What are you talking about? Is Orochimaru going to experiment on us? Some kind of freaky curse-mark-jutsu crap? Or like, OTHER experiments, like terrible crap? ...Why did you just suddenly shut up??" Kenzie had run up to him and tugged the front of Kisame's black muscle shirt in a desperate attempt for answers. His fighting/half-shark instincts kicked in and he aggresively grabbed her hands and growled. (A: XD The grabbing must be ninja training, as sharks can't really grab stuff... except maybe if they bit it. e.o)
Through gritted teeth he managed to say, "Kenzie, please stop. My, My head hurts." 'Mainly from lack of slee due to Tobi," was what he failed to say.
Eyes wide she stuttered out, "O-Okay," in fright. Suddenly, he bit her lip in what was a clear wince. "Um, Kisame, do you think you could, ah, let go of my hands? And, um, wrist? It kind of hurts..." She cringed from the pressure on her left wrist and right hand. Kisame only just realized he was clenching his fists and immediately dropped his hands.
"Kenzie, I'm sorry, it was totally instinctual, and... listen, I really didn't mean to hurt you, I just..." he apologized profusely, truly sorry for accidentally crushing her hands.
"It's-It's okay," she lied, rubbing her wrists.
"No really, I'm so sorry I did that, I didn't even noticed how hard I was squeezing," he apologized (AGAIN). Kenzie merely sat back against the tree.
"Haha, you're really funny when you spaz out," she laughed. Whenever she'd previously seen Kisame in the Naruto manga or anime he'd either been boasting, taunting, or politely talking to Itachi. Seeing him freaking out was something new to her. "But do you think you could calm down, and please stop apologizing? It's not that I--it's just that--when other people get wound up I get wound up, and when people apologize to me a lot I start getting flustered and... it just gets really messy," she explained nervously and, quite frankly, failed at it.
"Oh... sure," Kisame also leaned back against the tree (A: The tree is loveeeeeedd.:), still a tiny bit concerned (Ki: Not much. A: Suuuurrree... Ki: What's that supposed to mean? A: Not much. -smirk-). However, he felt eyes on him, and he naturally looked in the direction he sensed it was coming from; his eyes quickly met Kenzie's.
"Is there... anything you need?" he inquired about Kenzie's blatant staring.
"You still feel bad about murdering my hand, don't you?" Kisame raised an eyebrow.
"Sort of, but you're the one who told me to stop apologizing--"
"Well I just thought of a way you can pay me back," Kenzie beamed at her brilliant idea she had yet o reveal. Kisame patiently waited for her to tell him. A hew moments later she snapped out of her reverie.
"Sorry, I'm really tired and my head hurts from Orochimaru knocking me out," she apologized meekly, "but that's where you come in," she pointed at Kisame.
Intrigued, he asked, "How so?"
"As I said, I'm tired. Therefore, you are now my pillow.
"Say what?"
"Um, yeah, it's kind of weird, but... yeah. Please don't argue," she repeated, slightly embarassed to be asking one of the strongest and toughest Akatsuki to be her god-freaking pillow. ...Was she friggin' high??
"Uh... okay, I guess..." All Kisame could think was, 'Wow, she's really unpredictable.'
So that was how Kenzie ended up resting her head on Kisame's shoulder, her eyes closed and chest softly riding and falling with gently, sleep-filled breaths. On Kisame's part, that was how he ended up closing his eyes and trying to control the amount of blood rushing up to his face.
Together, that was how they dug their own graves.
Jenna woke up to voices coming through the wall. Blearily, she dragged herself off the bed and out of a room she didn't recognize, into the room containing the voices. Upon entering she noticed it was filled with cloaked men; she tilted her head and asked in a slurred voice, "Who are you?"
"Hm? Oh, the other one is awake," Sasori stated monotonously.
"The other--OH MY GOD!" Memories of the previous night flashed through Jenna's mind, brutally waking her mind up and kicking her into full panic mode, 'Oh my God... Oh my God... Clam down, it's just a OH MY FUCKING GOD!!' Clearly, her mental attempts at calming herself were failing.
Terribly.
Hidan half-smirked at her reaction, and with his arms across his barely-covered chest he said, "A least this one knows how to react properly. That other chick, whatever her name, didn't seem to give a damn that we could've easily killed her for that pancake prank." (Ke: I did nothing! I'm innocent! T.T)
"Wh-Where is Kenzie?! You didn't fed her to Zetsu or anything, did you?!" Jenna frantically scanned the room, looking for her apparently-unfavoured-by-the-Akatsuki friend.
"Relax, hmm. She and Kisame went off somewhere a while ago after we... let's say, razzled her, a bit, hmm. You should have seen how red her face was, hmm!"
At the thought of Kenzie's red face, everyone (excluding Itachi since he has no facial expressions, and Sasori let a huge grin steal his face) burst out laughing.
"Where exactly did they go, though?" Jenna asked feeling a bit more comfortable around the S-rank criminals. Thy all exchanged glances and shrugged their shoulders. Sighing in depression she mumbled, "Do you by any chance know what they were going to do at this unknown location?"
Again, no one had a clue as to why they'd left (Ke: -.- Not THAT hard to figure out). Kakuzu, however, thought of earlier and grinned wickedly under his mask, saying, "Maybe they went somewhere to be 'alone', if you catch my drift."
Everyone, including Jenna, snickered at the idea.
"They're probably stripping each other's clothes off right now. In fact--! I bet he's already got her shirt off!" Hidan added, really making the though vivid in everyone's mind.
At the word 'bet' Kakuzu pulled out his score book announcing, "I bet fifty bucks that that's actually happened. Anyone else care to chip in?"
Kisame's head had dropped onto Kenzie's. She was peacefully sleeping, finally comfortable and VERY warm, she was dreaming about—Kisame mumbled something in his sleep and fell sideways, losing the support of the tree trunk. With his support-loss, Kenzie also suffered loss of support. She crashed onto his chest, where both continued to sleep.
Hidan, black Zetsu and Deidara put in fifty of their own, agreeing with Kakuzu. Jenna had no mone, but she agreed with Kakuzu and wanted to join. Upon learning this, the guys let the rules bend: instead of fifty dollars at stake, Jenna now had 25 hours of servitude in the pot (2 per hour). Itachi, white Zetsu, Sasori Pein, Konan, Tobi and orochimaru put in fifty saying that would happen; this was Kisame they were talking about.
"Wait, how would we know if they actually did anything?" Sasori inquired out of the blue. The rest of the bet participants wondered the same thing.
Itachi discovered the solution.
He smiled deviously as he vanished and then reappeared behind Jenna. Placing both hands on her shoulders he declared, "I believe sending a sneaky little mouse would work fine, don't you?"
'I'm not a mouse," she muttered irritably. She was actually restraining herself from trying to slink away because he was touching her.
"You're right, you're actually a rat!" Hidan chuckled, his amusement spreading to some of the others, making them chuckle too.
"Fine, I'll go get my idiot of a friend," Jenna grumbled. In order to leave she had to pry Itachi's hands from her shoulders (apparently he wasn't intending on letting go). When she made contact with his hands her heart immediately became lodged in her throat, causing her voice to fail and her ears to pound with her erratic heartbeat. Dropping his hands Jenna scurried out the door in a desperate rush, unknowingly slamming the door behind her.
The Akatsuki looked on in fear as an evil smirk spread across Itachi's face.
This was originally a monster chapter, so I've split it. And yes, Itachi is ebil. Not eVil, eBil.: Well, I will be typing more, but I'm also going to a music festival and art is my primary worry, so. LET'S ALL HOPE IT WON'T TAKE ANOTHER YEAR! .
VE-RY SOON! VE-RY SOON! cheerleader squad U-P-D-A-T-E! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? UPDAAAAATEE!