The Unfortunate Misadventures of a Willing Hostage

by Nekogigi

Yukino is your above average medical ninja working under the employment of the Akatsuki as their new medical specialist, however, life in a notorious criminal organisation isn't what people believe it to be. Join Yuki as she attempts to stay at least half sane among all the crazyness that is the Akatsuki in this random and cractastic story. Rated M just in case

7. Chapter 7

The Unfortunate Misadventures of a Willing Hostage.

Chapter 7

Author's Note: Thanks to all who have bothered to read this fic thus far, a special shout out to you, who or what ever you may be. Remember, an author's life not only revolves around the pieces they write but also those who read their work, your support is highly appreciated.

Sasori: yeah right! That's all complete bullstrout. She doesn't give a flying shit about anything or anyone.

Nekogigi: Not true, I give a lot of shit about some things.

Sasori: like what hmm? It sure as hell aint art.

Nekogigi: L-like you…

Sasori: (blush)

Journal Entry: 06. Oct 22

Dear Diary,

For once in her life the weather girl was correct, a bit too correct.

It's hotter than the hell these terrorists have gotten themselves one-way tickets to.

I'd give Deidara's left arm for Gray Fullbuster to grace me with his icy-cool presence right about now.

Our little family trip to the private beach did manage to douse the burning inferno, it also caused some unwanted, but not unwelcomed ogling. A plain Jane ravenette like me with chocolate brown eyes and oddly pale skin would find it comforting to know that the male populous found me attractive in my tiny red and black bikini.

Tobi was buried neck deep in the sand and we played volleyball with Hidan's head while his body floated lifelessly in a nearby lagoon. The profanities sprouting from the demented priest's mouth would make even the most seasoned sailors feel uncomfortable.

I also had the strange feeling that I was being watched. But I brushed it off because I've been having that feeling ever since I started working for Akatsuki.

I caught a certain apathetic red-eyed spectacles wearing monster staring at Konan's ass over the top of his Icha Icha. Careful Uchiha, you shouldn't be eying Pein's woman like that. You might get killed or worse, fired.

Kisame is looking a little chapped. Sunlight isn't good for fish. I hope he doesn't kick the bucket, that would be bad for business and Kakuzu might demand compensation from the sun for inadvertently killing off the fishy.

The faceless old woman who invades your home while you sleep warns you not to leave your home tomorrow night between 9pm and midnight. She says the City Council will be patrolling the streets picking up homeless children in order to conduct experiments on them.