((AN: Sooooo sorry it took me forever and a day to update! I've been so busy, but things are finally calming down now! Should be updated regularly now!))
Nyoko stared at the red-orange sun going down behind the horizon, enjoying it's beauty, but also slightly upset that it meant she'd have to bury herself under her blanket for the night. It was only her second day away, and she already missed the comfort from her large, warm bed. Granted, some extra body heat during the night would also be nice, but Nyoko wasn't the type to sleep around either. She was sure Moko would have been more than happy to take her up on the offer but, the violet and oynx haired teen thought, how exactly would one approach that, anyways? 'Hey, wanna come over, fool around, spend the night, then leave in the morning and we act like this never happened?'
Tch, yeah. If she even was that 'type', she wouldn't even know how to approach it.
The female sighed and leaned back, laying on the cool ground. It was a fair summer's night, comfortable temperature, minus the slight mugginess, which made her thick hair frizz. She glared at nothing in particular, she hated the mugginess. She didn't like the feeling of inhaling a cloud with every breath she took, or when her hair poofed out on end from the extra moisture. She closed her eyes however, and let serenity take over. It smelled like summer, alright. There was just a slight tint in the air that was hard to describe, almost like how it did when it was about to rain, but with the tint of the summer flowers. It released endorphins in the young woman, calming her further. Her arms snaked up behind her neck, each hand grabbing the counterparts wrist, and her ankles crossed, legs stretched out. A pleased sigh escaped her, as a thin smile graced her lips. The air was warm on her skin, yet moist, leaving gentle kisses on the exposed flesh of her stomach, ankles, and arms. Her black eyes lifted to halves, admiring the pastel sky, soaking the blues, periwinkles, reds and oranges. This sight was beautiful; exhilarating, breath-taking.
Too soon the sun had set, leaving the sky full of colours a deep blue. The nin sighed as she sat up, a chill escaping her. It was cooler now that the sun had set, even though it was still slightly muggy. Making her way back to her 'camp', carefully nestled behind some brush to avoid it being found, the black and purple haired teen wrapped herself up in her olive coloured sleeping bag. She closed her eyes, letting the warm air kiss her before she whisked off into a slumber.
She was back in her bedroom, stark under her bed. Her hair was shorter, meaning she was about fourteen. It came to her jaw. The coolness of the blanket brushed against her already hard nipples. She shuddered, before hearing a slight chuckle from under the blankets. 'Don't get too excited now.' The deep voice commented. She glanced down to the articles of clothing around her. Her cream v-neck was at the foot of the bed, its counterparts lost somewhere in the sheets, panties and bra tossed carelessly to the floor. A pair of male boxers was tangled in the blanket next to her. The males clothes were also strewn around her room. A blue cowl necked shirt and a pair of khakis to go with it.
Those articles present in her dream made the sleeping nin physically flinch.
Nyoko felt a soft nip on her inner thigh, and instantly melted, arousal heightening. A soft moan escaped her, sending goosebumps along her flesh. Another bite was planted, then another, and another, each slowly inching toward her core. Fingers dipped inside her, her tight walls clenching around them, a grunt escaped her. The male responded with kissing her bud, and slowly pumping his fingers inside her. "Relax." He spoke, this was not a coo, but a demand. A 'hmph' escaped the young female before responding with "Well maybe if you weren't using two, I'd be able to relax." Although Nyoko couldn't see the boys face, she knew he was pursing his lips while he gave that irritated sigh. She felt one finger slip out of her, while the tip of his tongue glided over her clit gingerly. She arched slightly, shuddering once more. The boy took this as a response to continue, draping the girl's legs over his shoulders, and licking his two fingers clean, before his tongue lashed an attack on her. He dipped his tongue into her sweetness, swirling it around, enjoying the sounds she was making, and the way her legs where pulling him closer. Her smell filled his nose, and sent pulsations through his body, making him want her more. She cried out again, arching, shaking. He pulled away from her, after-taste still in his mouth. He trailed hot kisses up her body. She was thin, a lot thinner then most girls her age, but not sickly thin either. He knew she could hold her own in battle, he'd seen her do it before. But he'd never gotten the chance to see what lie underneath her clothes before until now, either. He felt that the wrong touch could break her. He was gentle with her; careful to not damage her. He stopped at her collarbone, nipping at the flesh there, and brushed his lips against her. He bit her neck, a bit to hard. A red mark was left behind, next to the silver circle on her necklace she always made sure was in the center of her neck. His hand brushed down her soft, pale skin, and tweaked her erect nipple, smirking against her neck and left another mark. A soft moan escaped her, before speaking. "Don't leave marks," her voice was husky. "People'll know what's up." He kissed her, hand gingerly snaking it's way to the side of her face. "Chances are they already do." He trailed off. Her cool hands pressed against his chest, a moment of hesitance coming over her. He was strong for a person of their age group, she could feel it in his muscles. She bit her lip and looked at him, his steel gray eyes locked on hers. "Then maybe we shouldn't, Sasuke..." Nyoko's voice was hushed, almost scared. Something completely unlike her. This took the Uchiha aback. For as long as he'd known her, she had been headstrong, and always sure of herself and her choices, even if she knew deep down it was wrong. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "It's fine." He reassured her. He brushed her teeth against her neck again. "It's too late for marks to not happen anyways..." He continued nipping at her neck as a frustrated sigh escaped her. "You really suck." She hissed, his kisses trailing up to her ear. He nipped at the lobe, causing her rage to set aside for the time being; this was no time to be upset. Hell, even Sasuke wasn't acting like his normal self-righteous being. Things like hickies could slide, for now at least. The Uchiha kissed her sweetly, hands snaking to her bust once more, massaging the mound as his tongue slipped over her lower lip. Nyoko opened her mouth in acceptance. Their tongues danced as the raven haired boy traced circles around the female's erect nipple, tweaking it slightly. He moved his left hand above her, hovering over her on his knees now. He right hand snaked beneath the covers, hidden from view. He kept his steel gaze locked on Nyoko's black. He pursed his lips again, kissing her swiftly. Nyoko bit her lower lip again, a nervous habit since she was young. She knew what this look meant. She nodded her head once, before drapping her arms around the teen's shoulders. A large pressure greeted her lower regions...
A voice woke her from her dream. Nightmare, rather. Footsteps followed the voice. But the steps were so … different, and close together. There was more then one.
"Senpaiii!" the voice spoke in a hushed tone. A tween-aged boy? Her raven eyebrow cocked a bit. If it was just a squad, no problem. She could easily slink back and mask her chakura.
"What do you want, hm?" This voice appeared deeper, meaning older in age, or it's owner hit puberty, and hard. A sharp breath escaped Nyoko, this could be a hassle. She reached out of her back and grabbed her shurikin pouch, as the footsteps halted. The teen held her breath, a moment of silence over took the unknown group and she.
"...Did you hear something, Tobi, hm?"
A cold sweat coated the girl as the high-pitched voice agreed in hearing something. She had to move, and fast. In a swift movement, the pair and the girl had moved simultaneously, they went closer to her base, she went farther away. She had to lose them, and fast. Grabbing a tree branch, she used her momentum from her full sprint to pull her up the large shrub. She jumped to a higher branch from there, her black eyes squinting through the thick leaves to find them. Of course, the was the fact that she didn't know what they looked like, and the fact it was getting dark, but there was also the idea that they were the only ones out in the woods, too.
The was a rustle behind her, she turned, but too late, a large impact told her she had been found. The ground was reaching up, and fast. She thought swiftly, her hand jerking down to her kunai pouch, fumbled with the snap. However, it opened after, she reached in and took a moment to look at her attacker. It was a female. Blonde hair, blue eyes, in a black cape with red clouds. Nyoko's black eyes narrowed at the girl, where were the other two males? She hadn't heard this one's footsteps or voice, but she did hear the other two. But she knew she had no time to think about that. Quickly, she dug her hand into her pouch, and in a fluid movement, swiped the blade across the blonde's face, leaving a wound that blood slowly trickled out of, it wasn't deep, but it would definitely stay there a while.
Something hard hit her in the back, knocking the wind out of her, a sound similar to squeezing a toy with a broken squeaker in it escaping her lips. The blonde girl was on top of her, examining the blood she had just wiped off her face.
"Little bitch." She hissed. Her voice was much deeper then a regular girl's. It processed in Nyoko's head that this was the deeper voiced male of the two.
"Well maybe you shouldn't have tried attacking me." Nyoko responded back, her teeth grinding.
His eyes narrowed as his grip on her pale skin tightened, then let go awkwardly. He opened his mouth to say something, before his partner came over to them. His mask was orange, and he had dark spiky hair.
"Senpai!" He clapped. "You found a pretty girl!" He jogged his way over to them, as the blonde sat himself up, straddling the girl, to make sure she wouldn't move.
"Pretty is a little too generous, Tobi, hn."
Nyoko's black eyes became daggers as her jaw dropped a little. A little compliment every now and then was nice, especially from a stranger and this... this fuck-head had to ruin in?
"Excuse me?" The kunochi hissed. "Just because I was born a female doesn't mean you can be so rude to me."
The blonde's eyes narrowed to match her glare. "All I'm saying is that I don't find you that attractive. Especially after you sliced my face open, hn."
A moment of silenced passed between the two, tension rising between them.
"Believe me I did you a favour!" Nyoko growled. "Now get the hell off me!"
The blonde smirked, and only put more of his weight on her. "And what're you going to do if I don't, hm? Maybe if you weren't a conceded little bitch and understood everyone has their own taste in the opposite sex, and asked nicely I'd move. But instead you get insulted and bitchy, so I won't."
Tobi pipped up, "But senpai! She might be on a mission! Leader-sama gets mad if we're late from coming back on a mission!"
The blonde thought for a minute. "Speaking of Leader-san, he has been complaining a lot about how the hide out has been getting trashed. We could bring her back as a maid." He gave a dark chuckle and he lowered her gaze down to Nyoko again.
"We could even put you in a frilly little maid dress, hn."
Nyoko's dark look intensified, if possible.
"I'm not cleaning up anything done by the Akatsuki." She hissed.
"Especially in a little maid costume."
The male cocked a golden eyebrow, and smirked again. "You know, I take back my previous comment about you not being that pretty, hn. You get fairly attractive irritated."
Nyoko scowled. Maybe leaving Konoha was a bad idea, but then again she was getting more action out here then she had in there. In both sense of the meaning.
The blonde loomed over her.
"So, wanna come to the dark side?" He purred, a suggestive look in his eye.
Nyoko responded with a swift movement from her hand across the boy's cheek. He sat up sharply, touched the area in which her hand greeted so roughly, and in an instant, rage over took him, and shoved her back into the dirt. His face was pink with anger.
"You're coming with us, you little tramp, hn."
He spoke through his teeth, his jaw clenched tightly.
"Dei..dara-senpai?" The one with the mask spoke, concerned. Whether it was about Nyoko, or his partner's sudden rage it was unclear.
"Not now, Tobi." He's jaw was still unmoving, and his glare was fixed on the girl below him. He stayed there for a moment, all his weight holding her beneath him so she couldn't squirm away. He felt powerful for once. He pursed his lips, before swiftly grabbing her wrist and yanking her up with him.
"Let's go, Tobi, hn." Deidara grunted, heading off through the woods, but stopped when he realized that Tobi wasn't following, and Nyoko was attempting to rip her arm back.
"Are you coming or what, hn?" He snarled at the orange masked nin, his blue eyes rage-filled.
"Wh-what about her stuff, Senpai?" The over-active assassin nodded to Nyoko's belongings.
Deidara studied the objects and frown. He gave an irritated sigh before whipping Nyoko forward by her wrist. She stumbled a few steps and looked at him, puzzled.
"Grab only what's necessary, hn," He grunted.
"And don't try to run, least I break everything in your body and drag you back by your hair." he snarled.
Nyoko rolled her eyes at the threat before shoving her spare clothes and undergarments into her sleeping bag. She rolled the large blanket up and flung it over her her back and walked back to the pair, Tobi now standing next to the blonde. Her upper lip curled in irritation as she glared at Deidara, whom rolled his eyes and gave a depressed sigh.
He gripped the girl's wrist tightly.
"Can't have you run back to your village now, can we?" He gave a dark chuckle at her heated gaze.
"I also wouldn't keep looking at me like that if I were you. I think it'd do you best in the long run, hn."
Nyoko huffed. Great, the type who got a hard one at dirty looks, and snarls and such. Pretty much everything she did on a daily basis to everyone and everything. Lovely.
"Whatever, I needed an adventure anyways." she hissed, giving the fiery look she'd love to share with the blonde at a pebble she was kicking. His grip tightened on her wrist as if she was threatening to break away and tell everyone in Konoha what had just happened.
"I'm not a child, you know," The teen hissed at the blonde's almost bone crushing grip. "I do not need my hand held every step of the way."
Deidara's hand loosened awkwardly, before tightening again. He shot a glance over his shoulder at her.
"I'm not taking any chances, hn."
The two males stopped, as the blonde's free hand shifted into his pocket, pulling out a palm full of clay. A puff of smoke surrounded the item before it became a large bird. Carelessly, he shoved the girl towards the bird, watching as she stepped onto his claywork. Once she seated herself, and his dipshit of a partner sat as well, Deidara himself stepped onto his masterpiece. The clay work pushed off the ground with one flap of it's wings, soaring high into the air.
It was a long while before anyone said anything. In fact, Tobi was the first one to speak.
"Deidara-sanpai?" he asked, gaining the blonde's attention.
The artist looked over his shoulder, his lips pursed in irritation that the swirly masked nin was talking to him.
"What do you want, hn?" he growled.
"Shouldn't she be in handcuffs or something?"
A frown tugged at the corners of Deidara's mouth. For once, the idiot was right. He sighed, the last time someone was dragged in, Leader had a fit for them not having handcuffs on. Of course, the person was also executed. He sighed, shoving his hand into the pocket of his clouded cloak, fishing around for something to tie the nin up with. Eventually, he found a small string and tossed it at the masked assassin. Tobi looked down at the object, then to his partner.
"Senpai, this won't hold her." The spike haired male began.
"Then, I don't know, lace it with chakura or something then, I didn't pack for a kidnapping, hn." The blond snapped, turning his attention back to the road below them, retracing their steps from atop the clay work. Tobi did as he was told, wrapping the string around the female's wrists after dodge a few kicks. Deidara watched the slight battle momentarily, a look of curiosity on his face before giving a small 'hmph', and turned his attention back to the land below. She had a bit of spunk, he'd admit that.
A few hours had passed, Tobi, the idiot, was trying to get the kunochi to talk and get a first hand background check on her.
"Well, what's your name?" His high pitched voice questioned, the same amount of curiosity as a child would hold. The leaf nin only responded with a heated glare, turning her head sharply. For a moment, the teen stuck to her guns, and ignored him, her nose upturned in the air, her dark eyes shut, blocking Tobi out. Of course, the git never knew when to stop, so he continued to ask until she answered.
"Hajime Nyoko." she finally snarled. The name rang an odd bell in the clay users head. Didn't Itachi brag about some Nyoko girl who dated his brother all those years ago? He snorted, great, another Uchiha type to deal with. And if she was anything like the oldest Uchiha, he knew there'd be some more problems between them then they already had.
"So, Nyoko," the artist began, not taking his eyes off the landscape, though he did adjust his scope. "What exactly where you doing out and about the outskirts of Konoha, hn?" he spoke. Might as well have some fun while he could, he figured. The leaf nin was, go figure, ignoring him for a moment. Well, she was just as stubborn as himself, that would cause some issues. A moment passed, then another.
"I left because I wanted to." The was a pause following her harsh tone, as if she were debating with herself.
"And I was looking for someone."
The assassins looked at the leaf nin for a moment, before Deidara turned back to flying over their steps. A 'tch' sound escaped him, noticing they were getting closer to the hideout. "Looks like your sob story will have to wait. We're almost home, hn." He smirked. Although, the Iwa nin wouldn't exactly call the hideout a 'home' as being dragged into the worlds most feared criminal organization would tend to do that to one.
A low growl escaped the female, making it seem as her thought process was on the same line of the artist's. He frown a bit, realizing he wasn't much better then the family slaughtering bastard that was the very reason he was here in the first place, but dismissed the thought. Not like how she felt mattered to him anyways.
The cave drew closer into view, the bird reaching down to the ground. The blond stepped off the clay creature upon it's decent, and gripped Nyoko's makeshift cuffs roughly, ignoring her heated glare. Without waiting for his masked partner and dragging the teen behind him, he made his way into the cave.
Footsteps sounding on the cold, compacted dirt floor caused the figure on the couch to turn it's head. Deidara's aqua eyes focused on the familiar shark-toothed grin of Kisame. The exlovives artist nodded his head and gave a grunt for a greeting, before pausing behind the small sofa, waiting for his swirly masked partner to join them.
"Looks like you made a friend, Deidara-san." He cackled, noting the leaf nin's rather irritated expression. The kunochi's dark eyes fixed onto the shark and snarled towards him. Kisame frown as the artist rolled his eyes and sighed. "Kisame-san where is Leader-sama? I found this trash at the side of the rode and figured we could use someone to tidy up around here." He snickered. "However, the girl is already starting to irk me, and I'd rather be rid of her and have him deal with her as he'd like." A smirk played across the blond male's face, though quickly dispirced as the shark returned one.
"Leader-san is on a mission. He won't be back until next week, give or take." A playful glimmer shone in Kisame's eyes as he watched the short male's shoulders sag, a small frown beginning to show in the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, and Deidara-san? He said anyone taken in is the responsibility of the one who brought them here." Kisame let loose a short cackle.
"Fucking a, hn."