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

15. Chapter 15

The Unfortunate Misadventures of a Willing Hostage.

Chapter 15

Nekogigi: You know what Tachi.

Itachi: Hnn?

Nekogigi: Your mangekyou looks a lot like pinwheels.

Itachi: Is that so, never would have guessed. *takes a sip from his apple Martini*

Nekogigi: I wonder… If I blew you, would it make your eyes spin?

Itachi: *Spit-take*

Journal Entry: 11. Oct 29

Dear Diary,

Tobi is not what or who he claims to be.

While the others were downstairs performing the Nine Phantom Dragons sealing jutsu, I was left to care for Satan on my own.

Tobi and I were both sprawled out on the common room floor doodling in one of his colouring book when the masked monster called out to me in a deeper, sexier voice than usual. Surprised by what I had just heard I looked up from the fairy flower child I had been decorating with shades of blue and lavender and regarded the loonball with a raised eyebrow. I saw a flicker of the sharingan and was like "da fuck?", but then Tobi spoke up again. "You know, you're quite an attractive woman." He said. "such a pity I have to kill you" he continued. "What?" was my slightly confused reply.

"After that stunt you pulled with those kinky chakra binding handcuffs yesterday, I may have to punish you." He cooed in my ear. "Like hell you are" I hissed at him, unperturbed by what he had said. That's when I found myself flat on my back being straddled by the swirly masked lunatic. He had both my hands pinned to the ground above my head with his own and had a Shinsuke-like glint in his eye. I had no other choice but to knee him in the 'Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon 'and wriggled myself free while he was disorientated. Out of instinct I took up a defensive stance on the opposite side of the room and pulled out a few senbon needles I keep in my lab coat for emergencies. He recovered quickly and started cackling uncontrollably, the weirdo said something about me being feisty and making a good future clan matriarch or something before he zipped himself out of reality. Like what the actual fuck was that about? Psch scumbag , only Hidan has ever been that brash and he ended up with a silver bullet in his head and twenty-four hours worth of missing memories, ahh fun times at the Rose Dorina Festival.

Try that again and you'll be next Tobi. Welcome to the Closet Otaku Bunny Doll Cannibalistic Circus, Bitch!