Here it is! The next chapter of Gold eyes, thank you to everyone that reviewed, it means a lot to me. I have end of year exams coming up so it may take me longer to write each chapter, I have to study
Thanks The-City-burns
Hidan was not happy. Scratch that, he was downright pissed. Another new member to make fun of his religion, and female at that. He reached for his elongated sable stake and plunged it down into his abdomen.
Why did she have to be female, he thought as rich crimson liquid poured from the wound. She was bound to be a whiny, bitchy girl that would be completely useless.
The rich coppery scent of blood wafted around the room, filling the zealot's nose. He exhaled and sighed contentedly. He began to murmur a quiet prayer, the crimson pool ever expanding. Slowly, reverently he reached for the pendant around his neck, a silver upside down triangle within a circle. He grasped it and held it to his lips and continued to murmur the odd prayer.
"Hidan! Hurry up!" Kakuzu's gruff voice commanded.
Hidans' violet eyes shot open, fury in them.
"I will fucking finish when I'm fucking ready!" He screamed back.
The blood coated door swung open and smashed into the wall beside it. Kakuzu's tall figure stood in the doorway, somewhat silhouetted against the darkness of Hidan's room. Kakuzu's skin was tanned, although much of it could not be seen. He wore flesh concealing clothing to hide the dark stiches that Hidan knew marred the man's skin.
"Hidan..." Kakuzu warned, his face filled with unspoken rage.
"Fine, dickhead," Hidan spat, ripping the stake from his abdomen. He threw his tattered cloak on and walked out the door, a malicious aura surrounding him.
Ari's arms were sore. They were filled with shopping, ranging from ninja clothes to... female necessities. The pile of shopping was higher than Ari's head, and so Konan had to guide her through the halls until the two reached their room. But by that time Ari was just about ready to drop dead.
"Just a little further Ari!" Konan called.
"You said that ten minutes ago!" Ari groaned.
WHAM! Ari walked into a door. She dropped the bags and promptly fell back onto the floor.
"Ow... that hurt," Ari mumbled, rubbing her hands as they had connected rather forcefully with the wall.
Up ahead Konan was doubling over, laughter spilling from her lips at the odd sight of Ari sitting on the ground with the most bewildered look adorning her face, bags and boxes lying around her.
"It's not funny Konan-sama," Ari muttered, but her eyes gave her away. She too was enjoying the oddness of the scene.
"So this is the new member. What a fucking weak pussy," A voice snarled.
Ari looked towards the direction of the voice and came face to face with the purple eyed, silver haired Jashinist.
"Hidan…" Konan warned.
Hidan huffed and walked away, a trail of crimson following him down the hall.
"You are the new member," Kakuzu stated.
In return Ari jumped. She had not heard the man coming. That wasn't good. As a Kunoichi she needed to be more finely attuned to things like that. In time it could cost her her life.
"Yes, um my name is Ari," she said, not meeting the man's red and jade eyes. Like Christmas lights she thought briefly.
He too walked away, his footsteps echoing through the deserted halls.
"Come on Ari, let's put your stuff away before Hidan decides to come back," Konan stated coldly.
Itachi stood in the training field, oh so conveniently located right next to the Akatsuki headquarters. He waited for Ari, his childhood friend, and now his student. To the stoic Uchicha it felt odd calling Ari his student. After all, he had always seen her as an equal.
Sensing another's presence, he turned and came to see Ari standing on the other side of the field, her Akatsuki cloak donned.
"Ari," he called softly.
Without a second thought Ari ran towards Itachi and wrapped her arms around him in an affectionate hug.
"Nii-san," she whispered.
"Imoto," he replied.
The two had taken to calling each other brother and sister. Itachi was older than Ari by a few months so Ari called him her 'Nii-san'.
Ari pulled away from the embrace and looked Itachi straight in the eye, a thing many dared not to do.
"Are we going to train or not?" she asked, laughing.
Itachi nodded.
"Stretch," he commanded.
Ari complied, pulling her muscles taut. She had always been flexible. Her time in the jail had been spent practising Taijuitsu, the one thing she had been able to do in that god damned cage.
By the time Ari had finished stretching Itachi had fetched two long bamboo poles. He promptly passed one to Ari.
"Hand to hand only. No Jutsu, no wings," Itachi stated before leaping towards Ari, His pole smacking into hers.
In return she blocked and swept forward, attempting to knock Itachi's knees out from under him. He leapt back, twirling his stick. He struck forward, hitting Ari forearm with a sharp smack. She then recoiled sharply, stepping back. Itachi then stepped forward, his pole lashing out once again, this time hitting Ari on the stomach.
"Too slow Ari," he said.
This training continued for hours until...
"Enough Ari, for now we rest," he stated, putting his pole down onto the lush green grass.
Ari fell backwards, landing in the grass. She was quite tired to say the least, she had not had a workout like that in nearly five years. Her stamina had suffered greatly.
"Ari, we will continue our training tomorrow," he called, disappearing into the building that the Akatsuki resided in.
Ari lay on the grass staring up at the clear blue skies. Clouds drifted lazily. Amongst them a white clay bird soared. There was only one person she knew with a bird like that. Deidara. Ari took off into the air towards him. Within minutes Ari had reached Deidara along with his clay creation.
"Deidara!" she shouted, smiling.
"Ari, un?" came the confused reply of the blonde pyromaniac.
Ari swooped upwards and landed on the clay eagle...bird thing .She had no idea what kind of bird it was modelled after.
"How are you Deidara?" Ari asked, yawning.
"Fine. You un?" he replied, grinning.
"Tired, bruised. I had training with Itachi-Nii," she replied returning his grin.
"Itachi-Nii? Why the hell do you call him that? I hate the bastard, un!" Deidara yelled, making Ari cringe.
"What do you have against him, Deidara? He's my childhood friend!" Ari huffed.
"He was the one that forced me into the Akatsuki! He thinks he's so goddammed powerful! It just pisses me off, un!" He ranted.
Ari stared at her enraged friend.
"Did you ever stop to think about his side of the story?" Ari whispered, stepping off the side of the clay creation.
If you have any ideas for the plotline, let me know, I read all the reviews so feel free to say something.