Disclaimer: If I owned Akatsuki, I swear I would share them with you. And the Death Eaters too. But I don't. *sigh*
It was Christmas and Draco was stuck fixing the god damned cabinet. He had thought he got rid of it for the time being but no. Sadistic and cruel Lord Voldemort had brought the cabinet in the Malfoy Manor from Borgin and Brukes. He had given the creepiest 'smile' he could muster and had ordered Draco to fix the second cabinet. The punishment was an extra dose of the Cruciatus Curse.
So while the rest of the Death Eaters enjoyed the Christmas delights (and his aunt, Bellatrix had gone on a little hunting spree to the Weasley's place), Draco was stuck in the basement with the cabinet.
The young Malfoy cursed bitterly under his breath as he heard the other Death Eaters enjoying themselves. He reached out to the brass handle and tapped it gently with his wand, muttering incantations.
Crack.
Draco halted. Someone or something had been teleported.
"Get off me, un!"
Draco's eyes widened. A human.
"Shut the fuck up bitch! I am fucking stuck!"
Scratch that, two humans!
Draco took a step back when suddenly the cabinet door opened.
Out fell two people, one with the same coloured hair as his father and another with long blonde hair. The two figures groaned and stood up, one cursing the other whining. The cursing one with the white hair had striking purple eyes and a paler complexion, Draco noticed. The blonde had his bangs covering one of his eye and looked very feminine.
The blonde one recovered quickly as he picked himself up from the ground, groaning and muttering under his breath. Once up, he saw Draco and stopped muttering. Instead, he stared at Draco.
They both stared at each other, ignoring the cursing from the paler man. Draco blinked.
The blonde smirked. He raised his right hand.
"I win, un."
There was a mouth in the hand.
Draco felt dizzy. The blonde was waving his hand, or mouth, or the mouthed hand... whatever it was, in front of Draco. There was mouth in his hand... Draco saw black and finally fell on the floor with a loud thump.
"Is he dead, un?"
The other man squinted at the boy on the floor. "He fucking shouldn't be! Who the fuck will tell us where the fuck are we?"
The blonde man poked the boy. "I think he just fainted, un."
The other man snickered. "You are so fucking ugly that that dumb shit fucking fainted."
The blonde glared at the snickering man. He pulled out a small amount of clay from his pouch and moulded it into a small spider. He quietly threw it under the pale man, who was oblivious and still snickering at his poor attempt at insult.
"Katsu!"
The room above the basement where all those bastard Death Eaters sans the Malfoy family where having a blast, shook vigorously. While it shook, some screamed, some pulled out their wands, some went towards the basement door while trying not to fall and roll around and some were too drunk to even notice the earthquake.
Down in the basement, the two newcomers had managed to awaken Draco, who was now trying desperately to get out of the fight between the two. The blonde yelled at the pale man about blasting him apart and the pale man cursed back with something about sacrifice and religion.
Draco started his prayers when the pale man pulled out a three bladed sword and the blonde pulled out a clay statue out of thin air. The boy prayed for someone to save him. He wouldn't care if Potter saved his arse right now (no matter how much of a wishful thinking it was).
"I'll fucking kill you blondie! And I'll fucking kill Kakuzu for this!"
"Fuck you Hidan! I'll blow you up into bits, yeah!"
The Hidan man laughed like a maniac. The blondie joined his hands together.
Draco was cursing all the Death Eaters who were in the room above him for not coming to save his arse.
Meanwhile, the shaking had stopped. The older Malfoy and his wife ran towards the basement but was prevented by the strong barrier put up by the Dark Lord himself. Lucius Malfoy bounced back and crashed into Narcissa's favourite statue.
"DO SOMETHING!" Lucius roared, fearfully yes but still his love for his son's life was greater.
Narcissa sobbed as she yelled for Draco. That would be a vain effort as the barrier also provided as a silencing field. Nothing could be exchanged in and out the basement. Literally nothing.
Voldemort sure was a genius. Ahem, I mean cruel dictator.
While the Death Eaters were all confused and stuff and one made an intelligent(sarcasm) decision by summoning the Dark Lord, Hidan and blondie were more than ready to blow up the entire place and rip each other to shreads.
Draco couldn't take it anymore. He shut his eyes as the blondie spoke.
"Katsu!"
BOOM!
Art was really a bang... and flying Death Eaters, shattering of expensive decorative, smashing of silverwares and nearly the total destruction of the Manor.
A/N
I felt really sadistic when I wrote this. I think I have a problem. Give me reviews (zombie voice) while I go and get myself checked.
P.S. I haven't really edited this chapter (cuz I was excited to put it up) so it might have errors. Forgive me for I am not an Uchiha. I'll make a better third chapter.
Author out!
