Here's the newest addition to the story for my fans! (again) *Same sound effects as last chapter... then clapping*
Disclaimer: Meh, you know the drill.
Third person POV
Deidara held his sister's limp form in his arms, just staring at her.
"You really are an idiot, un," he laughed meekly. Still, she did well enough to push me this far, he thought. "But you're the idiot I had to look after."
Light caught his head band, and he suddenly found himself on a finger at the Akatsuki base.
"Deidara, you've kept me waiting," his partner seethed. Deidara just looked ahead, unfazed by what he was saying.
"I ran into... a little trouble, un," he finally said.
The leader looked at him expectantly, as if wanting an explanation for his delay. "What kind of trouble?" he demanded, raising an eyebrow.
"..." Deidara remained silent. His physical body just swayed, holding Raiya.
"Hey! Blondie! Answer the old d-" the religious one of them shouted, but was cut off.
"Hidan, stop, please," Zetsu's innocent side ordered.
"Fuck you!" he retorted.
"You little-" his black half began.
The hologram of Deidara had faded.
Raiya's POV
An hour later
I awoke on my stomach, staring at two tall figures and a smaller one.
Two were of Akatsuki, the other... was Kiro. I hated the fact he had to see me in this state.
"R-Raiya?" he stuttered. Someone then grabbed me by the arms and tugged me up, ropes binding them together.
I was placed upright, in front of a crowd of people. Kiro was strapped to a chair, forced to watch my upcoming torture.
"Tell us about the kyuubi," a voice demanded. I glared at them.
"How should I know?" I shot back, suddenly coughing up crimson. The man who spoke grabbed a bar and raised it, threatening to hit me with it. I laughed. "Oh no, a stick! I'm so scared!"
"Pain, let me handle her." All eyes turned to this new speaker. He looked young, red locks descending from his scalp. He had pale brown irises and wore the same design cloak as Deidara had worn. A strong chakra spread through him... but he didn't seem... human.
He, as my older brother had done, quickly rid himself of his robe, revealing a metal coil where his abdomin should be, a core where his heart should be.
He stood in front of me, his metalic coil ready. Someone shifted out of my vision, but I heard their discomfort by the way they had sighed. The tip of the metal lightly rested readily at the base of my neck, threatening to strike if I told a lie.
"Master Sasori, don't you think you should go a bit easy, un?" an all-too familiar voice suggested. I scowled.
"So, the man who nearly killed me wants to spare me," I said.
A growl from the group of men, and then a very loud, very sadistic voice shouted: "Kill the bitch!"
Then a smack, and an older voice scolded him and told the zealot to shut his mouth. The coil had not moved at all.
"To be completely honest, I know nothing about this 'kyuubi' you want to know about," I spoke aloud, glaring at the lot of them.
Something from the left came up and hit my right in the cheek, my mouth filling with blood to be spit out. I fell over from momentum.
"Stop lying," they said.
"Kisame, that's enough," the calmest one of them ordered. The blue man stopped in his tracks. I stared at his headband, and felt myself inching away from him.
"You damn Mist nin..." I seethed.
"What?" he demanded, a scowl of his own spreading across his face.
We got into a glaring contest, while my hands chewed through the ropes. He dropped his guard and turned around, and that's when I tackled him to the ground, holding a kunai I surprisingly still had on me to his neck. I had cut the skin, but he had turned to water.
"Water clone...?" I said.
"Water Style: Water Prison jutsu," the same man declared behind me, and I found myself enclosed in water.
I... can't move? I struggled against the iron hold of the sphere of water, but found it useless. I couldn't breathe either.
"Kisame!" the elderly-sounding one shouted. The rouge Mist nin ignored him, keeping his hold on the sphere. I then cursed my small lung compacity.
"Katsu!" an explosion went off between us, and I was released. I was on all fours, breathing heavily and coughing.
"Deidara?" the leader asked.
"I can't allow anyone to kill my sister, un," he said firmly. I stared at him. Was that why he didn't take the oppurtunity to end me in that clearing?
A wave of exhaustion came over me, and my arms gave way.
"Raiya? Raiya!" Kiro's desperate voice called.
"If anyone harms Kiro, they're dead..." were the last words before my eyes fell closed.
I drifted through darkness, dreams evading me, leaving me to deal with my thoughts. My first thought was to pry my eyes open and escape, the second contradicting it and telling me to rest and try to heal.
A sudden warm feeling spread through me, liquid rushing down my throat. My eyes then fluttered open.
I was awe struck.
The room smelled of fresh cut wood and grass, cherry blossoms fragrancing the air. It was calming. Candles gave the room a faint glow, some of them having a wooden wick, making occasional crackling.
A slight breeze came from an open window, making the candle light dance and sway. I felt at peace here; like this was my sanctuary.
I was bandaged, my normal clothes replaced with very loose clothing and white gauze wraps rolled around my chest, torso, and arms. My headband was placed beside me, a freshly made scratch etched through it. To its side, a note. I fell back on the bed.
I had been forced to join the Akatsuki Organization, like my brother had.
Please review, or Saint Bobby-Joe won't survive the next fall!
Yes, Bobby-Joe (my newly-named computer) survived a fall from the counter to tile! So he is officially a Saint!