Author's Note: Well, I didn't get a single review…Kind-of depressing. But I shall persevere, mostly because I've already written nine chapters of this thing. It's a slow-moving kind-of fanfiction. I'd really appreciate it if anyone, anyone at all, would review this time. Please? Pretty Please?
Disclaimer: I only own Yuki, and her tragically dead family. (By the way, I promise this isn't gonna be some angst-ridden declaration of the world's unfairness.) Enjoy!
"Hey. Hey. HEY! Kekkai Genkai girl! Wake up!" I opened my eyes just in time to see Itachi roll his.
"I'm sure she has a name, Kisame, or shall I call you Shark Boy?" Kisame sulked and turned around, muttering something about a Mr. Eyeballs.
"Yuki Tsukinowa." I whispered. Itachi released my legs and steadied me.
"Yuki. That's cool. I'm Kisame Hoshigaki, and that's my partner, Itachi Uchiha. What?" Kisame asked the now glaring Itachi.
"Why don't you also tell her how many members are in the organization, and everyone's weaknesses."
"I don't know everyone's weaknesses." Kisame replied innocently. I grinned.
"So…what are we doing now?" I asked timidly. Itachi sighed.
"Nothing that you need to know about." Itachi answered nonchalantly. I stomped my foot, still going with my 'annoy-him-to-death' plan. They both stared.
"You kidnapped me, and now you have to entertain me." I whined.
"Your death would be entertaining." Growled Itachi.
"Go right ahead. I'll just come back and annoy you some more." I saw a flash of anger, and before I could blink Itachi had slashed my throat. I fell to the ground glaring defiantly.
…
I stood up again.
"Damnit, now my kimono is all bloody." I grumbled.
"We're setting up camp." Kisame chuckled. Itachi glared and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'traitor.'
"It's still daylight. Does that mean we travel at night?" I asked. Itachi gave a stiff nod.
"Kisame, set up the tent." commanded Itachi.
"What? No!" replied Kisame, but one look from Itachi sent a grumbling Kisame to get the tent.
"Sleep. We'll wake you when we leave." Itachi told me, pulling out supplies.
"You might as well not. You'll have to carry me anyways, since I can't run with you."
"Hm." I sighed before throwing myself onto a blanket. I laid there, failing to stifle a yawn, bored out of my mind. I stood and wandered into the trees, while Kisame set up the tent and Itachi started a fire. They didn't notice as I slowly backed out of sight. The second I couldn't see them, I turned and ran…straight into something solid and irritated.
"Oh, um, Itachi…I was…going to the bathroom?" I stumbled. He did not look amused as he picked me up and started walking back to camp.
"Let me go!" I yelled angrily. I quickly gave up the fight as he ignored me yet again. He set me down next to the fire and pushed me to the ground.
"No more running away."
"We'll see." I hedged. He grabbed my chin and forced my face towards his.
"No. More. Running." He snarled. I pondered this. My father would be happier without me, so he could start over. I didn't have too many friends, and I doubted anyone would actually miss me. Itachi's eyes watched me intensely, probably wondering why I wasn't saying anything.
"Ok." I agreed. A splash of surprise flitted over his face before he regained his impassive mask.
"Good." He absentmindedly patted me on the head. Kisame glanced at him before returning to whatever was boiling in the pot over the fire.
"Hey…what's going to happen to me now?" I inquired, carefully examining the ground.
"Dunno. Can't steal your kekkai genkai. You're not a ninja…you might be a good slave." Offered Kisame. I gaped, offended, and shoved a foot into his back.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He yelled.
"I will not be a slave!" I shouted.
"Is there any real reason you kidnapped me other than to watch me suffer?" I yelled at Itachi. He didn't even look at me, gazing about the clearing with a look of arrogant indifference.
"I think it's time you went to bed." Itachi's gaze finally flickered to my face.
"That's it? That's what you have to say to me? 'Go to bed?' Damnit, Itachi, I want answers!" I shrieked. Itachi stood, put one finger on my forehead, and pushed. It felt like someone had tackled me. I dazedly stood, while I heard Kisame snickering in the background. I stomped as angrily into the tent as I could. There were only two sleeping bags.
"Take the one on the left." Kisame told me, poking his head in. "We're taking shifts." I nodded and covered myself in the warm blankets of the left and turned to face the 'wall.' I heard Itachi and Kisame talking quietly. Kisame seemed to be complaining.
"Rice." I sat up and took the bowl from Itachi's hands, glaring as little as possible. He tossed a pair of chopsticks onto my lap and pulled his head out to eat by the fire like a normal person. I glared moodily at my rice as I slowly ate it. In all the excitement of being kidnapped I'd forgotten all about mom and Kahoko. I wondered what father had thought when I hadn't returned. Had Sakura and Co. informed the town of my theft, or did they keep it to themselves? My train of thought was interrupted when Kisame threw himself onto the other sleeping bag without warning.
"Jesus Christ, Kisame! Give me a heart attack!" I shrieked.
"You'd live." Kisame replied nonchalantly.
"That-doesn't-mean-I-want-one!" I growled, kicking him with each word.
"Ow, damnnit! Stop that!" He yelled. I thrust my empty bowl into his hands.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"I don't know. You're the one who's done this before!" I snarled. I returned to my curled-up-in-a-ball sleep position. Still facing the wall, I heard Kisame get up and put the bowl outside near the fire, and return, grumbling, to the tent.
"Night Kisame."
"Night Yuki."
end ch. 2