Emi sat up with a shock at the loud sound of a bump coming from the living room, followed by a rather unpleasant and painful scream and a string of curses from their blonde idiot. She bounced out of the bed and quickly opened the door to the living room, only to see Deidara on the floor, with Itachi hovering over him. By the looks of it, Itachi had just punched Deidara to the floor.
"What the hell, you stupid fuck?" Deidara screamed at the black angel hovering over him. From where Emi was, it was obvious why Itachi had gotten angry. Deidara had spilled something down the front of himself, and thereby Itachi's suit.
Itachi barely even spared Emi a glance. "I warned her, that I would kill you if you messed it up." He stated, no emotion in his voice or eyes. He was completely calm, but he talked like other's would yell.
Deidara glanced at Emi, then glared at Itachi. "I'll get it cleaned, you asshole! It's just cream! It comes off easily! That's no reason to pan me down!" He yelled angrily, rising to his full height. He was about an inch taller than Itachi, and yet the black angel easily overshadowed his presence.
Itachi just nodded. "It needs professional cleaning. Not just washing machine." He said and turned on his heels, simply walking away to his room, calmly and completely collected.
Deidara continued to glare after the black angel until the door closed. "Emi-chan, it was amazing!" He then exclaimed happily, turning to her with glittering eyes and his hands folded in front of him. "Aki and I went to this Italian restaurant and we really liked the food! And she was wearing this really sexy red dress, so we totally matched! And then we went back to her place and had sex all night!" He squealed happily, jumping up and down on the spot. He was really happy.
"That's great." Emi said tiredly. It was barely nine, and she had been awake several times during the night because Hidan had been screaming out religious chants and then dragging something to Sasori's room. She hadn't seen what it was all about, but it was damn annoying. "I'm gonna go back to bed now." She added and turned to walk back, but Sasori grabbed her arm.
The redhead looked at her boredly, and she matched his gaze, equally bored. "Get dressed, make breakfast and get ready to go shopping." He demanded, letting her arm go and running his small hand through his hair. It was funny how Sasori was obviously the oldest one of them all, judging from the way he acted and the fact that he was old man smart, and yet he was easily the smallest and youngest looking one.
"Your wish is my command, Master." Emi said sarcastically, bowing deeply to Sasori as he walked away, and then sticking her tongue out at him. She then turned on her heels and returned to Deidara's room. She took a quick shower and just dressed in the same things she had worn the day before before quickly, with her hair still wet and all, going to the kitchen. She searched through the cabinets for something to cook on, and ended up finding nothing but some toast, sugar and sirup. She decided that she would make something her mother had taught her when she was a kid. She couldn't remember what it was called, but it was basically just toast roasted with butter, sugar and syrup. She put the plate on the table and cleared her throat. "Grubs on the table, little piglets!" She yelled and grinned at her own cleverness.
Kisame already sat by the table before she had finished the sentence. "Food." He demanded, his gaze locked on the toasts on the plate. He quickly snatched a piece of it and took a huge bite before he even knew if he liked it. His eyes grew large as he gave her a thumbs up and devoured the rest of the bread in one bite.
A new person was the next to appear. He was rather strange looking, since one half of his face was tattooed dark green and the other half mint green. He had yellow eyes and his hair seemed to mimic his tattoos. For some reason, he reminded Emi of a Football fan. He took a piece of the toast and walked away again. Weird.
Emi watched as several people did the same thing. Only when Sasori came in, ate a piece of the toast, and grabbed her arm, dragging her along, did she move from her spot. He dragged her to the car, almost throwing her at the passenger seat, before going to the drivers seat himself. He started the car, and drove them back to the city. "We're going to shop for some new clothes for you, and then you're going to the High School near here and try to get some new customers." He explained as they entered a parking lot.
Emi's eyes went slightly wide. "And how the heck do you expect me to do that?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes and her expression hiding nothing of her confusion. She crossed her arms over her chest and didn't move, waiting for him to explain.
The look on Sasori's face would have said enough. "It's easy. You're going to get dressed in a little school girl uniform and go convince the girls that they can be you, and the guys that they can get you." He just had to explain, the smirk spreading over his lips.
Emi had to repressed the urge to shiver. Even though he was smirking, his eyes were still dead and dull. He had no emotion in them. "Fine. But then I want a lollipop." She said and just walked away. She didn't miss the small twitch in Sasori's jaw.
They went inside, and emptied Sasori's wallet. He quickly found out that even though Emi was different, she still had that shopping gene that most girls have. After less than an hour, he was reduced to mule as he carried around all of her shopping bags. He placed them in the back of the van and rubbed one of his pale hands to his face. He had never been in a committed relationship, and he wasn't much of a shopper himself, so he hadn't sent shopping like that since he was a kid and went with his mother.
"How did a med student end up as a high ranked mastermind criminal?" Emi asked Sasori as he sat down at the drivers seat next to her. He just gave him an ice cold glare that told her not to go there. But Emi had never had much respect for threats. "Seriously. I wont tell." She begged.
Sasori sighed and forced a hand through his bright red hair. "I feel no remorse." He stated simply. "I lack the simple feeling of right and wrong. Better known as empathy. I needed money, and I didn't care how I got them." He stated indifferently. He glanced at her for less than a second. "How did a navy daughter end up as... you?" He asked.
Emi shrugged and watched where Sasori drove. He wasn't really paying much attention to the other cars. He just went around them as if they weren't even there with great skill. "Well... I got involved with the wrong people, I guess." She said simply, grinning at the redhead.
Sasori just nodded his head as he pulled the car up by the high school. He handed a bag to Emi and just kept his gaze on her, expecting that she would simply know what she was supposed to do.
Emi sighed deeply as she went out of the car and into one of the bathrooms in the school. She changed from her current clothes, to the small, pink thong and the white bra-sized shirt, except it had short sleeves. She forced the little Scottish patterned, pink, mini skirt over her hips and made her hair so there was a little ponytail on each side of her head. With a sigh, she began to fix her make-up before pulling on the white, knee-length socks and the stiletto version of school slippers.
She strode out of the bathroom, and quickly found her way to the yard without being spotted by any of the adults around there. As expected, she got quite a bit of attention and she took the wrapper off of her lollipop and licked it teasingly for everyone who looked at her. She strode over to a guy sitting on a bench. It was obvious he wasn't one of the popular ones. Her hips swung from side to side in that way women will only do when seducing someone.
She placed one of her hands on his knee and smiled at him, letting her tongue flick over the top of the lollipop. "Hello." She said, using her tongue to, slowly, moisturize her upper lip. "How are you?" She asked, purposely not paying any mind to the guys that were currently staring at her ass because she was slightly bent over. Sasori was a smart man. He knew that this was the easiest way to get ones way in High School.
"I'm g-g-good." The poor boy stammered, helplessly trying to cover up the bulge that was growing in his pants. But really, who could blame him.
Emi turned around after she winked at him. "How about everyone else? Care to join me and my friends?" She asked, placing one of her hands on her hips and trying to look sexy. It worked pretty well for her. Of course, that worked just fine. She moved those she could manipulate with her, drawing them back to where Sasori was. She had another trick up her sleeve. Of course Sasori was sitting on the hood of the van, smoking. "This is my buddy. Can you guess how old he is?" She asked.
"20." "22." "25!" And the suggestions went no higher than that. Sasori almost felt like Emi was trying to flatter him by that, but he quickly caught her drift.
"Wrong! He's 32!" Emi informed. The High School student were in awe. "You know, you can keep looking young and fresh, too. And you'll get a better social life and your focus will get better. We have plenty of 'stuff' to help you." As she said ran her tongue over her upper lip.
Sasori took over from there. "I used to be a loser. I was a failed med student with no hope, but I got saved, I got a smoking babe and well, I look ten years younger!" He said. For a person devoid of all emotion, he sure was selling it well. "We've got all you can possibly want, from simple weed to cocaine." He added. There were a few looks as they all found out what it was about. "Here's my card, in case your interested." He finished, handing each of them his card, with had him placed as a doctor. "But don't tell anyone." He said, getting into the car.
Emi threw the bag with Deidara's clothes onto the backseat of the car, blowing a kiss to the guys. They would spread the word, and soon they'd have plenty of clients. She got into the car and leaned over, giving Sasori a big, vet, intense kiss. Sasori quickly started the car and drove on back to the warehouse. "You know, you could've become politician. Those have no empathy either, they aren't constantly in danger and they get all the girls and the money." She suggested.
Sasori gave her a cold look and swung the van up by a convenience store. "We need cigarettes, thing to cook of, toilet paper and money. And get something nice for yourself as well." He simply said, holding a gun out for her to take.
Emi's eyes grew wide in what Sasori expected to be a mix of fear, confusion and panic. But it quickly changed a smile, and found that her former expression was awe. "Oh my God! This is a handmade gun!" She informed him, as if he wouldn't already know that, having made it. "Does it really work?" She asked in wonder.
Sasori's jaw did that odd twitch again. "Yes, it works. I made it. This is one of my forms of arts. I build things. Deidara has made the ammunition. He's a very skilled bomb technician. Now go. We'll all explain when we get home." He said.
Emi just nodded and stepped out of the car, hiding the gun in the back of her skirt. "Hello, sir." She said sweetly when she entered. The young man behind the desk blinked several times. "I'm gonna do some shopping, and I'll get right to you." She said, swaying her hips as she walked. The skirt didn't even cover her butt, she was sure. She began putting things into the basket she was carrying and had taken by the door. Just the necessaries. And pretty much all of their candy. She then walked up to the desk and smiled. "And I need a hell lot of condoms in different sizes and kinds as well as all your cigarettes." She said, picking the gun out of her skirt and holding it to his forehead. "And your cash."
As she walked out of the store with a trolley full of crap and a nice little, pink purse with the money, she winked back at the man in the store, who was now tied to a pipe with a shoelace from his own shoe. She put the trolley into the back and took her seat next to Sasori. He was smoking again. "Took your time." He said, accepting the bag she handed him.
"Well, it turned out to be more fun than I thought." She said, aiming at something inside the store with the gun. She pulled the trigger. The projectile went in through the window and hit straight in a jar filled with lighters. It gave quite the explosion, and the store was on fire.
Sasori leaned over to her and grabbed her arm. "You're born to be an Akatsuki!" He informed her with a deadly look in his eyes. "You're going to die, an Akatsuki." He added, his expression turning wicked as his mouth set in a wide grin and his eyes showed the first emotion she had ever seen in him. And she wasn't pleased.
She was silent for the ride home, but after they brought all the stuff inside, they were all called in for a meeting.