Chapter two
The bird landed with hardly a sound. Deidara was first to get off. Then Nami half slid half fell off with Sasori following. She looked around, "Where are we?" She asked, just loud enough for them to hear. Deidara smirked, she couldn't see it but she knew he was, "This is our home… and your nightmare." Nami crossed her arms, "This place doesn't scare me." She tried to lean against the bird, but realizing it was gone she fell with a soft thud. Her eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness and she just barely noticed a giant head statue on the back wall. It was as tall and as wide as the atrium itself. Two Hands seemed to stick out of the ground too. There was an outline of a boulder on the chin of the head. Sasori gave a sigh, "Don't suppose Itachi's here?" Deidara shook his head, "We'll just have to wait."
"You know I don't like waiting."
"What else can we do?" Deidara retorted as Sasori eyed the door, "It's possible Leader's here." He walked over to the door and banged on it. A dark figure silently made its way out, "I thought I sent you out to get a jinchuriki …what do you want?" Sasori bowed respectively, "We found something that might be useful."
"I don't want useful, I want the jinchuriki."
"Leader, please, just come and look. If you hate it then tell us when Itachi will be back." Leader looked at him for half a second, "Fine." Sasori lead him to Nami and gave him the box, "I'm thinking that it's the Aura Crystal. But we need to open it to be sure." Sasori glanced over at Nami, "This girl claims to know the jutsu but we need Itachi to get her to talk." Leader noticed Nami for the first time. He hardly acknowledged her, "Deidara, keep an eye on her." Deidara gave a small bow in response, "Sasori, come with me." Leader gestured over to the door he had come out of. Deidara watched the boulder roll back to its original position, then turned back to Nami, "Ya' scared yet?" Nami gave a confident smirk, "You will never be able to scare me." He stooped down to her level and pulled back the hair covering his left eye, revealing a robotic "eye", "Scared yet?" Nami felt her stomach do a flip-flop, "No." she said. Not allowing herself to expose any fear upon her face, "W-what is it for?" He smirked, noticing the quiver of fear in her voice, "Protection."
"From what?" He let the hair fall back into place, "Nothing you need to know… yet."
Sasori came out of the door a few minutes later, "Deidara… come over here." he ordered, interrupting the two's staring contest. Deidara came over to him and they started have a conversation. Nami strained to hear but couldn't understand them without getting closer. They finished talking a couple seconds later and walked over to her, "Well? What's going to happen?" She stood up and crossed her arms.
"Well, Leader said that for now we can't kill you.. yet"
"So what am I going to do?" Sasori started walking towards a door. Deidara grabbed her arm and followed him. They walked through an eerie hallway and entered a dank room.
"You're gonna be staying in here." Deidara pushed her inside. She tripped over a chain and fell on the cold ground, "Where do you guys stay?"
"Somewhere else." Sasori answered her.
"But-" they shut the door on her before she could ask another question. Nami stood up and ran her fingers along the wall, looking for a light switch. A weak light bulb in the middle of the room flickered on. There was an old bed on the right side of the room and a blood covered scythe rested in the left corner near the door. The scythe intrigued her. Why would someone leave this in here, and why was it covered in blood? Were they expecting her to commit suicide or something? Is that what they meant by they couldn't kill her?
"No…" Nami muttered to herself, "They just want me to open up the box. Besides, I'm not depressed." She looked around again, searching for anything she may have missed, but there wasn't anything else. Nami made her way to the bed and slipped under the thin covers. Thinking about how long it took for everything to happen that day, she guessed that it about five 'o'clock p.m, (It's never to late to get some rest.) she thought to herself as she fell asleep.