It's almost midnight and I'm starting this chapter. I always seem to type better at night.
On an offhand note, I adore the band Relient K. This chapter's playlist consists of only them, mostly just Deathbed and Jefferson Aero Plane, though.
Also, I like the f bomb. I never really say it in my own life, but in this story it seems to befitting, so I'm going to go trigger happy on it. Yay!
Enjoy.
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My eyes shot open and I felt as if I could feel the veins in my eyes pulse. I knew they were bloodshot and strained. I shifted from my position on the ground, my back aching with pain at my uncomfortable sleeping conditions. If only I had a pillow…
I went into a sitting position and tried to make my eyes quickly adjust to the dark lighting. The only thing illuminating Konan's room was the light from the hallway and I turned my head to see if her bed was occupied.
In the most solemn was possible, if even that was possible, Konan lay on her bed asleep. She was positioned as if she was in a coffin, as cliché as that might sound. Her body was covered by a very light blanket up to barely past her hips; the rest of her covers not being used.
I cringed. What a waste of bedding.
A shiver took control of my body and my arms shook. It was cold as hell down here, if that made any sense.
I was surprised at how loosely I was being watched over. Konan seemed to be out like a light, but in the back of my mind I knew that if I attempted to escape I would be captured in a heartbeat, probably in a similar fashion to my abduction by the blonde guy.
My eyes narrowed.
I needed to find that canary bastard.
I stood up quickly and swiftly, also surprisingly quietly. I looked to Konan. Her nose twitched and I froze. After about fifteen seconds of peril, I resisted the urge to crack my aching joints. The stone ground of the Akatsuki layer was a brutal surface to sleep on.
My whole standing up procedure made me finally notice the stitching engraved into my sides. I held in a large groan at the throbbing pain, lifting up my shirt up enough to expose the scars.
I had two curved gashes on both of the sides of my torso, the one on my right starting on the same spot my belly button would be if it was on my side, and curved upward towards my breast. There were thick staples holding the wound together, for it must have been very deep. It had scarred over and was a sickly red and purple color.
The one on my left was much smaller. I must have gotten this one first. It was more of a stab and not a slice like the other one. It was a large hole, slightly irregular, and not that deep. I could see the outlining of a kunai knife being plunged into my skin, the angles making a slight diamond pattern in my skin. This one was fixed up with crude stitches pulling the two ends of the skin together.
I shuddered and brought my finger to touch one of the staples in the bigger gash and had to stop myself from crying out. That fucking hurt.
I pulled my shirt back down, not bothering to look at my gross wounds any longer. Then I noticed what a mess I must look like. Of course the one day I decided to wear a skirt was the day I get captured by the Akatsuki. The white cloth of the skirt was stained with my blood along with my shirt. My top was also ripped and warped at the neckline, probably from Deidara's grabbing of me by my throat.
I coughed at the memories of being strangled.
Oh shit. That was a loud cough.
I snapped my head to Konan to meet her totally open eyes. I froze.
Sucking in a deep breath of air, I braced my knees and sprang towards her. I made an attempt to slash at her face with my nails and got a few slices in before she snatched my hand away. I growled in anger, my eyes burning with rage. I needed to get out of here.
Stupidly, I yelled, "Let me go!"
Looking back on myself, I realized that that wouldn't have worked…on anyone.
Konan glared at me but didn't say a word; only increasing her pressure on my fist, making me howl in pain for it was the hand with my broken finger. I sucked in more air and used my other hand to make a hand seal behind my back, making me poof into the air.
I reappeared in the hallway and didn't allow myself to stop and think. I just started sprinting down the curved hallways. My head was filled with fog and words I didn't understand, a small voice telling me to go back and ask for their mercy, but I knew that if I didn't try to get out now I would regret it for the rest of my life.
My bare feet carried me pretty far; I passed too many doors I lost count. My head blocked out the yells coming from behind me and I was pretty surprised no one has caught me yet. I mean, I never really thought simply running outside would let me escape.
A door in front of me by about nine feet sprang open, the silver haired man from before coming out, shirtless. I deadpanned but kept running, trying to make it past him.
A voice from behind me, probably Konan's, yelled, "Hidan! Get her!"
I wasn't surprised when Hidan stood in front of my running path and grabbed my arm harshly. I was surprised when he yanked me up harshly over his shoulder, and I wasn't surprised when I stopped struggling. But I was surprised when was overtaken by my need to escape that I bit hit. I bit him straight on the shoulder.
From a distance, it would have looked like I was giving him a hicky.
I growled and dug my teeth farther into him, thankful that he actually was shirtless. I broke skin and for a moment, I thought I could rip a chunk of skin out, but my hopes were shortly shattered by me being thrown onto the ground.
With an "umph!" I hit the dusty ground and rubbed my sore bottom. Then I stood back up and glared at the now lightly bleeding man.
I ground my teeth together and launched at him again, only to be caught by the legs by someone unknown. I turned my head to see the blonde hair man lying on the floor with me, his arms clasped around my legs. With fury, I slammed my foot straight into his face, but he did not let go.
I roared, and I mean I literally roared and flipped my body over. I felt my demon's chakra spread over me and consume me. I basked in its power and I felt as if I could do anything. I could feel my wounds healing. I felt the chakra restraint fail as if I had simply snapped it in half. With an evil smirk I slammed my feet back into the face of the fucking bastard and dug my newly sharpened claws into the back of his head.
He looked up at me and smirked. I flamed.
"What! This is funny to you! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I screamed at him, consumed with fury and rage. I released my hold on his head and swerved my hips harshly so I slammed him into the wall. He let go on my legs and I moved my target onto the man behind me.
"Hidan, is it?" I said cockily.
The large man was already charging towards me. He grabbed me by the neck and breathed into my face.
"Bitch, you better learn your fucking place or I'll personally send you straight to hell."
I laughed. "Oooh, scary…," I spit out.
Learning my place would have been a good thing at that time, because at that instant my back was slammed into the wall and I slid downwards to the floor, only to be met with Deidara. I sneered and went to attack him only to have him evade my every move.
"I'm going to kill every single one of you!" I roared, lunging at the blonde.
"You have such big words for someone so tiny," Deidara replied during our small game of cat and mouse. I didn't dignify his words with a response and only aimed to kill.
Suddenly, I was engulfed into his arms.
My nose met his toned chest painfully, the rest of my face being crushed into his torso. I struggled to pull away from the death grip like hug, but his arms were wrapped tightly around my shoulders so I couldn't escape.
My muffled screams were silenced by the time his slim hand slammed into the back of my neck.
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I, once again, awoke with a start. I automatically knew that this was more drastic than the chakra restraint. I felt completely weaken, my breathes turning into wheezes. My eyes drooped and I was unable to curl my toes. With a yawn, I thoughtlessly stood up to leave, but found myself incapable of standing up.
It wasn't because I didn't have enough strength to stand up, but it was simply because I was chained to a wall.
I wearily looked back to my bound hands and sighed. I had really screwed myself over this time.
I sighed and fell back, my hands being clasped together by what looked like a thick and tough metal and I knew I didn't have the strength to pull myself away. I took in the deep breath and didn't even bother to take in my surroundings. I shut my eyes and tried to review everything that had happened in the past few days.
First, I was fooled into flirting with Deida-
Oh my god. I flirted with him.
I twitched, recalling my blushes and awkward touches with him that day on the training grounds. We had laughed; I had let him inside of my house! A boy! Is this what being a teenager is like? Falling for a simple Y chromosome in a matter of minutes? How could I have been so naive?
In retrospect, I did enjoy it and he did make me happy in that matter of time. But it was all a façade! A joke! All of it was to bring me here, to this situation! But still, at the same time, he was and still is a very handsome guy, and his charm is very…charming.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, my instincts told me to spit in disgust. And I did.
Unfortunately, I was too winded to gather all of the spit correctly and project it away from me. It came out as a fountain of drool from the corner of my mouth, falling down until it fell onto my skirt and slid down to the floor. I coughed, breaking the line of the saliva.
Well, that was gross.
"That was gross."
With all my strength I brought my head up to meet the voice. Looking up, I saw the blonde I was just thinking about, giving me a disgruntled and surprised look. I was so tired I couldn't even make fun of his face.
I just sighed and leaned back against the wall, the chain jingling as I did so. Deidara stood at his position at the door leading into the room, eyeing me.
"What the fuck do you want?" I said in a tired and stressed out voice, not bothering to look at him. I felt his footsteps move to stand in front of me.
"You broke my nose, yeah. I thought you'd want to know, yeah," He said in a snooty voice, almost nasally. I sneered. My kicks must have packed a punch. How's that for putting a scratch on you!
"That's what you came in here for? To give me that feeling of success? Don't you think that's a bit stupid?" I said with mirth in my voice. The boy didn't seem so amused. He grunted and folded his hands over his chest.
"I told you because I wanted you to calm the hell down. The leader's pretty pissed off about your little stunt and told me to come warn you about what may come. So get your little revenge thing out of the way and just live."
He said live in a way that made me uncomfortable, as if he knew something I did not. I already knew that all of the members of the Akatsuki were brutal people and weren't afraid to kill me if they got the chance, but I was pretty convinced that I'd get out of here. I didn't know how, but from Pein's little speech at my arrival, they seemed to have some sort of heart.
Maybe it was all just a show.
I didn't know, but Deidara told me to live, so I decided to listen to him for once.
"I'm pretty sure I'm alive and breathing right now, although I am depleted of chakra and chained to a wall," I spoke, looking up at the blonde man. He glared at me.
"The leader put you here for security purposes. Until you learn how to behave, you'll be stuck here, yeah," he spoke in a deadpan tone, obviously not caring if I was allowed to roam freely or not.
"Stop treating me like a dog, I'm human too, yah know!" I told him in a snippy voice. My eyes burned and I tugged on my chain, trying to get closer to him.
"Only partly," He smirked and my face fell. My heart dropped.
"W-what?" I stuttered in disbelief. He knew? Did they all know? Only then did I begin to wonder why they wanted me in the first place. I was just a normal girl, accept, I wasn't. My eyes widened and I just breathed for awhile. I took in this situation.
They knew about me and probably the history of my life. They knew about the demon inside of me and all of the power it possessed. And I knew that's why they wanted me, to use my chakra and strength for their own good, and I had to wonder why.
"Hmph," I smirked, "I get it. That's why you captured me," I said looking Deidara straight in the eye. Only then did I notice the bandages around his nose, making him seem like he had a beak of some sort. I refrained from laughing.
"Not quite," He said with a funny look in the one visible eye he had, the other one being cloaked by his long bangs.
"And what does that supposed to mean?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"You're right, in a sense, but I can't tell you more than that, yeah. But tell me, are you really fifteen?"
I raised my eyebrows at his sudden change of topic. I wasn't done with my interrogation, and it seemed like he was beginning his own.
"That's irrelevant. Explain yourself!"
"Don't tell me what to do, I'm not the one held captive and chained to a wall," he said. He had a point; I was at the lower hand here. I guess it made sense to cooperate. I relaxed my shoulders and fell into a slump against the wall. Only then had I noticed I had pulled myself as far away from the wall as possible, making my arms flex behind my back and my knees ache from my standing on them. I curled my legs towards my chest and looked down at the floor. I didn't say a word.
I could practically feel him roll his eyes at me. "Don't go playing the baby game, we don't like that either, yeah. Just find some damn cooperation skills past that thick skull of yours."
Still looking at the ground, I said, "I'm turning sixteen in ten days."
His expression turned into a confused one, an innocent look coming onto his face. It was almost…cute.
"What?" He asked and I mentally face palmed. Had he already forgotten what he had just asked me?
"You asked me how old I was. You're not very bright, are you?" I laughed, bringing my head up cockily and giving him a swerved smile. It didn't seem to make him very happy.
The next thing I knew he was crouching right in front of me with his face, and broken nose, inches away from my face. My breath hitched. My eyes froze. I didn't blink, but he did, and he breathed onto my cheek in an almost sensual way. From this position I could see all of his face and fully take in his features.
I must admit, his hair was very nice. It was very, very long and seemed to be really healthy, and was the most shocking shade of yellow I've ever seen. It was as if he dyed it. His eyes were a pretty pale blue, the left one being covered by a scope; I assumed it was from long range purposes. His choice in ninja accessories made my mind wonder to how he fought, for if he was in Akatsuki he must be a very profound and powerful ninja.
Overall, Deidara was downright handsome. But it wasn't like I was going to admit that, ever.
He glared at me. "Insulting your superiors isn't a very intelligent thing to do, Fū," He spoke in a dark voice, almost threatening. I shuddered.
"And what exactly would happen if I continued…to do…so?" My voiced wandered off as I looked at his face getting darker and darker. It was almost as if the devil was being projected through his face. Only then did I figure out that the Akatsuki were truly evil.
"We'll kill you," He said bluntly.
"Well that's straightforward, I totally haven't figured that out yet," I rolled my eyes and snickered, waiting for his witty reply which I knew was coming.
Instead, I was met with a slap in the face.
"I, no, we told you not to disrespect us and to go along with our rules and regulations, yeah. How long will it take you to understand. Maybe you're the one who isn't so bright," He said with a strict tone of voice. Where was the smirk? The cocky remark? I had barely known him for three days and I could already tell that was the type of guy he was. Maybe he was more serious than I took him for.
"It's not all fun and games, Fū, yeah."
It had never been fun and games for me.
"…I know," I spit out respectively; I could go without another slap.
"Hmm…," He hummed out. I hoped it was a positive thing.
Finally, he backed away from my face and looked me over. I cringed in disgust and tried to pull down my skirt for it had ridden up and exposed some of my thigh, but my hands were still clasped behind my back. Deidara resumed his smug expression and leaned back down on his hands and knees and clasped the rim of my skirt.
I stopped breathing again.
I brought my skirt down to a respective level and let out a low laugh, brushing my inner thigh as he stood back up.
"Only sixteen, yeah? What a shame…," and promptly left the cell without a word of goodbye.
I looked at the door, my brain wishing for him to never return and my heart yearning for him to come back.
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LOOK AT THAT ROMANCE.
Did Maddie do a good job? Maddie hopes so. This chapter was finished on June 21, 2011! Summer break is here and I am free to write whenever I don't have a social life! (It's kinda scary, my social life. I'll have a TONTONTON of stuff like parties and sleepovers one week, and then the next week….nothing. Oh well.)
Well, that's it! Reviews make me smile and my smiles fuel rainbows.
Erm...it is now August 17th and I am posting this...don't expect a lot of updates in the future...my new obsession is FFVII. And I gotta focus on those stories right now. I'm so sorry, you guys. Maybe I'll pick this back...someday. Please don't hate me.