Chapter three

Nami woke up early the next morning, or so she thought. There wasn't much to do in the dank room, so she waited. She attempted to entertain herself by controlling her chakra. But… she grew bored of it in a hurry. As she flopped down onto her bed, the door to the room opened up and a man with slicked back white hair and a frustrated expression on his face entered, completely ignoring Nami.

"Where is that damned thing?" He looked to the corner and spotted the scythe, "Finally!"

"That's yours?" Nami asked as he bent down to pick it up. She noticed he wore the same cloak as Deidara and Sasori with his chest showing and a necklace that had a triangle within a circle. He stopped and turned around, acknowledging Nami for the first time, "What the hell? How come no one told me we had a captive?"

"Hello to you too." Nami said, a hint of sarcasm detectable in her voice. Before he could give a cuss filled answer, someone else entered. It was Deidara. He came in, grabbed her arm and forced her out without a word.

"The hell?" The man questioned Deidara's actions.

Nami sat in an almost pitch black room. The only light came from a candle on a table in front of her. She sat on one side while Sasori sat and Deidara stood on the other. They had been interrogating her or at least fifteen minutes now. But they were only getting ridiculous answers.

"Open the box!" Deidara banged his fists on the table as he yelled at her.

"No." Nami struggled to keep a straight face. Sasori raised a brow, "Why are you laughing?" He asked, his face totally emotionless. She broke out into laughter, "D-did you see h-his face?!" Nami laughed so hard she almost fell out of her chair. Sasori looked over at Deidara, giving him an 'it's useless' look. Deidara sighed and sat on the table, "We need Itachi."

"I know." Sasori agreed. Once Nami was done with her laugh attack she was taken back to her room by Sasori. On the way there she asked him about the man with the scythe.

"His name is Hidan."

"What about him?" she asked, pointing to a man dressed in black with a long green scarf and an orange mask that looked like a misshapen basket ball.

"Tobi. Now stop talking." he snapped at her. Tobi noticed Sasori and ran over to him, "Hi Sasori!" he peered over to Nami, "Who's this?" Sasori gave an irritated sigh, "No one, Tobi." Nami looked at him with a shocked expression, "Ex-cuse me?!" She turned to Tobi, giving him a fake grin and sticking out her hand, "Hi, I'm Nami." Tobi shook her hand, "My name is Tobi, I'm almost an Akatsuki member… and a good boy!" Sasori punched him in the gut, "BAKA!" Tobi dropped to the ground, shaking with pain. Nami started laughing at the way Tobi struggled to get up, "I know why you punched him, but I knew it the whole time." Sasori raised a brow, "You did?"

"Yeah, there are wanted posters for you guys everywhere in my village."

"Whatever." his voice didn't seem to have a particular tone to it. Although there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

Nami was taken to the interrogation room everyday for the last few days. Although once the so-called "Itachi" returned… it wouldn't be as fun as it used to.

"This is useless Sasori-Danna." Deidara mentioned for the fifth time as he laid down on the couch in their apartment.

"I know! Now shut up, I'm trying to think." Sasori snapped at him as he rested his head in irritation on the wood table in the kitchen. Deidara gave a sigh," Why don't we just threaten the kid with death."

"She knows we won't be able to. If she dies so do we."

"Why does this have to be so complicated, un?" From their room, the boulder blocking the entrance to the atrium could be heard moving. Sasori lifted his head from the table and started towards the door, "If that isn't Itachi, I don't know what I'll do."

Nami was sitting in her room for the past four hours. She hadn't been taken to interrogation yet and it was extremely boring without all the yelling. The doorknob turned in a clockwise fashion and the door was pushed open. No body came in. Nami got up from her bed and walked over to the door. She peered outside, not one person was out there. Even though something told her not to, she went out into the atrium anyway.