I once read that Disclaimers are dumb. I totally agree.
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Chapter 2: Hooo Are You?
If one were to select something akin to the ninja arts as their occupation, one of the most important rules (besides always sharpening one's kunai) is to always expect the unexpected. As criminals of a rank higher than Jonin, the Akatsuki know this all too well. However, it could not be helped that their "expecting of the unexpectedness" didn't apply here. At this point, they were nearly dumfounded.
"Who're you, girl?" said Kisame.
The stranger looked up. "What?"
"I said, Who Are You?"
The girl stared at him, her eyes spacing out every passing second, as if she was remembering a distant memory. Of a certain cat. Of a certain rabbit. Of a certain Hatter. Of a certain hare. And certainly of a certain queen. Kisame nudged her harshly with Samehada's handle.
"Sorry. You just reminded me of someone," she said. "Who are you, eh? Nasty little bugger, he was. Always trying to poison me with that damn hookah." She snickered as she remembered that fond, fond memory. The puppet nin snapped her out of her trance.
"Don't stray from the question," said Sasori, "My patience is wearing thin. Who. Are. You."
She glared up at the puppet (the girl was a good head shorter than him). And in an act of either bravery or stupidity, smirked at him.
Sasori snapped. He pulled out a kunai, dripping with a purple substance, and, in a blink of an eye, slashed her cheek. Head flung violently back. The Akatsuki members stared nonchalantly at the scene. They've seen it many times. It was only a shame that the pipsqueak had to die before they tortured information out of her. They waited for the agonizing scream that always, always followed one of Sasori's poison attacks.
But none came.
Instead, the girl, from her bent-back position, slowly brought herself up to her prior upright position. Cricks and pops could be heard as her bones adjusted back from the sudden impact from the kuni. A smile adorned her face as purple and red gunk oozed from the ripped flesh. A surely ironic sight to see.
Sasori narrowed his eyes.
"No, I was wrong. The lot of you are just like him," she beamed. "'Course, he would have tried finishing me off with something a little less pathetic." Her eyes were fixated on the senbon Sasori was pulling out.
"And as for my name," she smiled, the distant look once again in her eyes, "It's Alice."
Sasori jammed the senbon into her neck and she passed out.
Author's note: When I saw those three reviews, I was so giddy! :D Thanks Yuti-chan and Inner Jashinist! So, please review! I would like to see how I am doing with my writing. And yes, I know this chapter is short, sorry!