"There he is," Natsumi grunted angrily as she tossed the sack on Pain's office floor.
The orange-haired man only gave a small nod. Her mission was finally over, thank goodness. That idiot's mouth kept blabbering nonsense for the whole trip and not once did she feel like dropping him in a pit.
"Natsumi," Pain's voice sounded just as she was about to close the door. "He'll be at your base by evening."
She sighed in annoyance, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
"I can't wait."
She could swear she heard Pain-sama chuckle after she closed the door. Sometimes the missions felt like bad jokes her superior played on her. And this one was by far the worst.
Maybe a breath of fresh air would make her forget about the stressful day. But first, she needed to take a shower. Badly.
In less than a second, the kunoichi teleported herself before her hideout's entrance. With a slight woosh, she drew a kunai and swiftly threw it at a nearby tree. The metal blade hit a small button on its trunk, prompting the doors open for the chatelaine to enter the comfort of her home.
A slight scent of grass and flowers lingered in the air- it smelled like spring. What a lovely way to find our home, she thought with a mild smile and for the first time since she had joined Akatsuki, the rooms seemed just like they were. Empty.
A sudden wave of loneliness flooded her. No one to talk to, no one to share her thoughts with, no one to fill that deafening silence in the hideout.
Maybe having a new partner wasn't that bad after all.
Shaking hastily off her clothes, Natsumi grabbed one of the soft towels she kept in her room and headed half-heartedly to the bathroom. The halls felt so cold now. As if she wasn't welcome in her own home anymore. A slight shiver ran down her spine, making her increase the pace.
Once arrived in the small bathroom, she locked the door and stepped into the shower. A deep sigh escaped her throat when the hot water met her porcelain skin. She didn't try to cool it down. She wouldn't. The heat overcame her senses, soothing her. Purifying her.
She felt happy again for the cold had disappeared. The hideout was her home again and everything was going to get back to normal.
Well, not everything. Natsumi frowned at the thought of that rude man sharing the same space with her. As much as she hated to admit it, she was afraid. Of what, that was still a mystery. But she knew nothing good was going to happen with him around.
After a good couple of minutes of thinking and overthinking, she decided it was time to get out the shower and have a walk in the woods, just as she had planned since the very beginning.
Walking carefully out the shower, the redheaded kunoichi wrapped the towel around her slim body.
"I knew you were gonna wait for me," an annoyingly familiar voice could be heard behind her just as she approached her bedroom's door. Ignoring the skin-crawling feeling he gave her, she went on her way as if nothing happened.
"How did you get in?"
Before she could make another step, she found herself pushed against the nearby wall with such force that almost all air left her lungs. Fighting to chase away the unsettling feeling in her stomach, Natsumi looked up at the man whose arms were caging her.
He was tall and well-built, wearing only his uniform pants. Her gaze swerved from his features to his toned chest and, much to her despair, she felt her face catching an embarrassing shade of crimson.
"I asked how you got in," she barked, fighting to pry her eyes off him.
"You think that Pain fucker would send me here without any instructions about how to get in, eh bitch?" the man smirked, obviously enjoying dominating the petite woman before him.
"I see. Now move, bastard. I've got stuff to do!"
Yet a smirk formed on his ridiculously handsome face.
"I don't think so," he cooed, grabbing a strand of her hair and twisting it around his finger. "Not until I get to bounce you on my dick first."
Natsumi gasped in shock. Never before had she been insulted in such a vulgar way. What the hell did he think she was? His whore?
"Move," she spat.

"Make me, slut." The man's grin was as wide as it could stretch and before she knew it, his body was pressing against hers, his fingers roaming lazily up her thigh.
With all the force she could muster, Natsumi slammed her fist into his chest. The force of the impact was so strong it sent him flying in the opposite way, giving the girl just enough time to flee to her chamber and lock the door behind her.
Panting for air, she didn't waste another second. She ran to her cabinet and grabbed some clean clothes before vanishing out through the window. She was going to get dressed at the forest's shelter, hidden by the trees' thick foliage. Away from that horrible man and his hungry looks.

There it is. The second chapter. I know it sucks butt but hey, it's nothing a but a filler. The third one will be better, I promise. ; 3;