After Emi had taken her shower, Itachi had left his room. She went out in the search of Sasori, knowing he would let her have a cigarette from him. She was dripping on the floor from her wet hair, but she guessed that a group of criminals wouldn't mind if there was a few water stains on their carpet. She entered the living room and looked around. It seemed Hidan was the only one there. He was reading some book with the same symbol as his necklace on the cover. "Hidan..." Emi began.
"What the fuck do you want, slut? Can't you see I'm reading the Holy Jashinist Bible?" Hidan asked angrily, putting the book down and glaring at her impatiently.
Emi drew in a sharp breath. She didn't like the thought of Hidan being mad at her. She knew what he was like when he liked someone, and that was horrible. "I'm sorry, but where is Sasori's room?" she asked, looking around her at the doors. Sure, their rooms had their names on them, but it was written in Kanji.
Hidan pointed to a set of big double doors. "Sasori has the biggest room. He need it for his... work." He said, drawing the book back up in front of his face. He seemed kind of down, to Emi. She wasn't sure whether or not to ask him if he was all right. It was Hidan, after all.
"Umm... You okay?" She finally asked after two minutes of silence. Hidan just sighed and closed his book, placing it on the table and looking at Emi with an annoyed look on his face. "Where are you even from? I can tell you're not Japanese." She asked, deciding to get to know him better before she tried to help him with any emotional stress he was going through.
Hidan ran a hand over his hair, making sure it was sleeked back the way he liked it. "I'm from Transylvania." He said. He was hesitant to say it, because usually people came with some kind of Dracula joke whenever he did. He doubted Emi would be any less of a jerk at that point.
"You do? Then you know English!" Emi exclaimed in English, her southern accent very noticeable, which it hadn't been while she talked Japanese. She was very excited. She hadn't talked to another person in English ever since she moved there. Sure, her fatehr and her had talked every once in a while, but that was mostly when she was still learning Japanese. Now they talked Japanese to each other as well.
Hidan just nodded his head and shrugged. "I haven't spoken it in quite a while." He said, his awesome Transylvania accent slightly broken by the slight Japanese accent he had obtained over the years, but in English. He really still did sound like the Dracula persons in the movies.
"Awesome!" Emi exclaimed, clapping her hands and jumping up and down on the spot. She was very excited. She liked having someone to talk English with, even if it was Hidan. She guessed it could bring them closer together. "But what's up with you? You look down." She asked, taking a seat beside him in the couch.
Hidan rubbed the back of his neck and looked around him, making sure no one else was there. "I'm just worried, is all. I haven't seen Kakuzu all day." He said, looking the other way and acting like he was embarrassed about worrying.
Emi smiled at him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Kakuzu is a grown man. I'm sure he can handle himself just fine." She said, patting his shoulder slightly and trying her best to assure him that it would be fine.
Hidan gave her a sideways look and sighed. "You don't know who Kakuzu is, huh?" He asked. Emi shook her head. "Well... He's the guy with all the scars and stitches. My partner. He has an even worse mouth than I do, and he's obsessed with money. He tends to get himself into trouble." He said, sounding more worried than he had planned for.
Emi patted his shoulder once more before she got up. "I'm sure he's fine. Maybe he's just hooked up with a girl and is humping her flat." She assured him.
Hidan gave her an odd look. "Well, you certainly have some strange expressions in America. But I guess that could be it." He said, taking his 'bible' off the table again and resuming his reading. He looked much more relived now.
Emi stood and walked to the large double doors, not bothering to knock before she pushed them open. She quickly regretted this action as a huge cloud of smoke burst out from there and engulfed the entire living room. There were the sounds of Hidan coughing loudly behind her, but she just entered the room. "I take it smoking is allowed indoors." She said, closing the double doors behind her.
"Hidan is going to be pissed. According to his ridiculous religion, smoking is a sin." Sasori said, appearing out of the fog of smoke in a very Horror Movie -ish way. His hair was even covering his eyes and he had a cigarette between his lips. When he rose his head a little, Emi could see he was wearing lab-glasses and coat.
"Are you going to cut me open and conduct experiments on me?" Emi asked, looking like she was actually nervous about what was going to happen. She laughed nervously just to set the dot over the i that she wasn't sure if he was actually going to do just that.
Sasori shook his head and pointed behind him with his thump. "No. That guy was today's subject. But be certain, that if you leave Akatsuki, you will be the one on my table." He said, he really did sound and look like he came straight from a horror movie.
Emi was about to say something she knew she would regret, so she just kept it in. "I came to ask for a smoke. And ask you where the closest pharmacy is." She said, looking down and her voice lowering at the last part.
Sasori just nodded and handed her a package of Blue Kings. "Just take him with you. He takes responsibility. He's a gentleman, whether it seems like it or not." He stated and disappeared into the fog of smoke.
"You know, Deidara's right. You should cut down on the smoking." Emi said, her voice low as she left the room. She noticed that the living room was smoke free now, due to a large hole in the wall. "Geez, Hidan." She muttered and went on her way back to Itachi's room. She knocked the door gently as the door was closed.
Itachi looked up from his book as Emi came in. She had a rather uncomfortable look on her face. "Can I help you?" His voice back to that cold and calm tone that seemed to just be his way of talking. He took off his reading glasses and crossed his legs, waiting for her reply.
"Well..." Emi began, rubbing her mess of pink hair. She hadn't even been thinking about how horrible she looked after all the shit she had been through and the fact that she was wearing clothes that was too big. She looked like one that just didn't care. "I need you to go with me to the pharmacy and buy a umm... 'just to make sure' pills." She said, her face flushing slightly red and rubbing her thigh with the hand that wasn't stuck in her hair.
Itachi just nodded and stood, striding past her in his elegant glide of a walk. He just glided down the halls, Emi following behind him like a lost puppy. A few people on the streets gave them odd looks, mostly because Emi looked terrified of everything that could happen. She was actually more scared if Itachi would be recognized and arrested. Itachi had to literally drag her into the pharmacy and hold her hand as they walked up to the desk. "She needs a regret pill." He stated in that smooth voice.
The girl behind the desk was about Itachi's age. She looked at Emi with jealousy and nodded. She came back with the small package and put it on the desk. "You know, these are dangerous to your health. It's better just using protection." She said, looking at Emi as if it was all her fault.
"I can't. I would lose my place in heaven." Itachi stated blankly and just took the package and grabbed Emi's wrist. He dragged her out of the shop and the girl behind the desk followed them out.
"You need to pay for that!" She yelled.
Itachi didn't even turn his head to look at her. "Just put it on the bill." He said. He paused for what Emi guessed was dramatic effect before he turned to the girl, with a small smile on his lips. "Bill it to the Akatsuki." He added. The girl just gasped and fled inside the pharmacy. Itachi started laughing, his voice low and amused. Emi felt like she was back in the horror movie Sasori had come from.
Emi let Itachi drag her all the way back to the warehouse. He only let her go once they were in the living room again. "Hey, kid." Kisame said, placing one of his huge hands on her small shoulder. "You wouldn't happen to have some cooking skills, would you?" He added, grinning in that way only he could due to the fact that his teeth were so... odd.
Emi sighed and ran a hand through her hair again. "Yeah. I can cook." She stated, taking the rather large pill out of the casing and plopping it into her mouth. It tasted horrible, so she swallowed it almost immediately. "What do you want?" She asked, only now turning to look at the large, blue man.
Kisame's grin got bigger and he handed her an apron. "Anything you're willing to make for us. The kitchen is right through that door." He said, pushing her in the direction.
Emi set her heels in the floor and sighed. "Listen, I need a smoke, okay? I've been through some pretty stressful things today!" She hissed and whirled around. For some reason, she went into Sasori's room. It was still fogged with smoke. "Geez, could you open a window?" She asked, her voice more angry than she had planned for. It was completely dark in the room.
Sasori opened a window as had been requested, and the smoke was quickly drained out of the room. He had to blink a few times to adjust his sight. "Emi-chan, what do I owe the honors?" He asked, looking boredly at Emi who had just sat down next to the door, a cigarette in her hand and an annoyed expression on her face.
"I need a light." Emi said, rubbing her face with her palm. She felt exhausted. So much had happened today. Her mind felt like it just couldn't take any more. She thanked Sasori as he lit her cigarette. She really needed it.
Sasori just stood there for a second, before he turned around and went back to the steel table in the middle of the room. Emi hadn't noticed it before because of the smoke, but now that she did, she was horrified. She hadn't noticed the cool temperature in the room either. On the steel table was a human being. His chest and stomach were carved open and his face was set in horror. Once again, Emi was reminded of a horror movie. Sasori pushed the button on a recorder he held in his hand. "Gender: Male. Age: 30 at tops. Cause of death: Several gun-wounds in the chest. Both his superior vena cava and his inferior vena cava has been severed and both the right and left atrium has been punctured. Aside from this, he has a completely direct shot to the back of his head. It seems he was executed." He said and pressed the button again, brushing locks of red hair out of his face and lighting a new cigarette.
"Wow." Emi said, her eyes wide in wonder. She had noticed that Sasori seemed to be an intelligent man, and that he was by far older than the others, but she had never thought for him to be a doctor. "I never knew you were a doctor!" Se voiced her thought.
Sasori laughed sightly at the comment, thought there was no emotion to it. "I'm not." He then said with an amused smirk on his lips. "I never got through medical school because I was arrested for fraud, theft, robbery and murder. Luckily, Pein thought me useful and bailed me out of jail. He rescued me from a very big guy who wanted to do very bad things to me." He said, shivering at the thought and his left hand going to his bottom.
Emi couldn't help but giggle. It was nice of Sasori to try and cheer her up, but it would take more than that. "Do you know where I'll be sleeping?" She asked, once again running her hand through her hair. It was a nervous habit of hers.
Sasori nodded and pointed to the steel table with a wicked grin on his face. Emi drew in a breath and got a horrified look on her face. "I'm joking." Sasori said with no emotion to his voice and his face once more blank from emotion. "The couch. Unless someone wants you in their room." He stated and turned back to his dead guy, covering him up with a blanket. "Whoever killed this guy were very skilled with a weapon, and really wanted to make sure he was dead." He added, a slight discomfort to his voice.
"Who is he?" Emi asked carefully. It was obvious that Sasori was slightly stressed out, and that this person's death really bothered him. She looked at the man for a while, then turned her gaze back to Sasori. "He looks just like-" She began, but was cut off by the double doors slamming open. They both turned to stare at Deidara.
Deidara stood in the double doors with wide eyes and a horrified look on his face, as well as anger. His expression quickly turned into one of relief. "Thank god! I was sure you were already slicing her up and weighing her liver." He stated, putting a hand to his chest.
Sasori blinked a few times. "Deidara. You're a moron." He stated and whipped around, his lab coat whipping behind him and his locks of red hair dancing with the movement. His bored, uninterested, beautiful, honey-brown eyes rested on Emi for a second before he returned to his work. "I'll be weighing you liver before I weigh hers." He added, his voice cold and it was hard to tell if he was serious or not.
"You're crazy." Deidara exclaimed and grabbed Emi's arm, dragging her with him out of the room.