Sadism Is The Most Fun A Kunoichi Has Without Taking Her Shuriken Out
Author: shutupandsing
Rating: K+ - T
Comments: Lately I've been struck with nothing to write and I decided to just sit down and type out what I felt for this one. I'm not sure if it makes much sense but I felt if I just went with the flow of it, things would come to me later on.
Eh, minor spoilers maybe?
Mood Song: Chizuru by The GazettE
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
It isn't easy being the only female in Akatsuki, Konan knows this much. Because of this, she often takes a more clinical approach to the whole group, often choosing to stand on the sidelines and observe the other members interact than actually jumping right in there and putting her own two cents in.
They weren't always civil towards one another but they all respected each other, a feat within itself that seemed impossible to grasp in the earlier beginnings of the organization. It amazed her that ten totally different people from various backgrounds were able to reach a common ground and be able to work together.
And then they started dropping like flies. Orochimaru's defection was no big subject; the whole place felt more stable with him gone. It was when Deidara took himself out in the futile attempt to drag the young Uchiha kid with him that Konan realized. They were losing.
She saw the defeat most in Pein. Because she was quiet and observant, Pein had immediately taken her under his wing when she joined, fascinated by her abilities to watch and anticipate enemy's movements rather than her skill with genjustu or ninjutsu. And because she was close to him, she witnessed their great pseudo-leader fall from his god-complex to sit and wallow in their impending downfall.
Her paper heart was wilting because of it. Pein had become much more to her than her superior. He had become her role model and she admired his tact and his ideals for a new world. And she loved him.
She lost it one morning over breakfast, amidst the bickering of Kisame and Zetsu, growing agitated with just sitting and watching and never doing. She vaguely remembers tipping over the breakfast table in a surprising burst of strength and rushing out of the room before her anger sent her into a rage and someone winded up with a fork in their eye.
Pein appears next to her on the veranda that overlooked their large compound, silently and calmly sitting next to her, not pointing out how dangerously Konan swung her legs out over the edge.
"Madara isn't worried about us. He only cares about himself and his own stupid revenge," she mutters hoarsely, ripping out the blue paper flower in her hair and chunking it far over the ledge.
She notices Pein glance at her from the corner of his eyes and feels his finger run from her temple to the curve of her ear and down to her jaw line. He chuckles softly and it's such a rare sound to hear coming deep from his chest.
"I always said you were the most perceptive, Konan. And I'm always right."
Konan smirks and hums in her throat, playfully nudging his knee with hers. She absentmindedly gathers chakra into her palm until it forms into another flawless blue flower before tucking it into the messy bun of hair on the top of her head.
She stands, stretching the kinks in her back quietly before motioning for them to head back inside. Pein always knows the right things to say and when to say them.
"Want to help me kill him, dear?"
See what I mean?