It was the fastest Natsumi ever got dressed up and her kunoichi uniform wasn't the easiest one to put on. She had a black, sleeveless kimono that barely reached her knees. Between the two slits there could be seen dark bandage-like shorts on which a leather belt hid her numerous kunais. She didn't make much use of them but one never knew when they could come in handy.
They proved to be useful sooner than she thought.
"Easy there, bitch," her partner laughed as the kunai whizzed dangerously close to his ear. He wore his Akatsuki cloak now and a smirk so suggestive that would've made an easy woman blush.
"What do you want?" Natsumi hissed, dragging another dagger out.
Much to her wonder, he just sat down in the grass, his gaze roaming wishfully along her body, happy that she didn't wear that shitty cloak to hide her curves.
"I'm Hidan," he finally spoke, "Your partner and soon-to-be fuck buddy."
Another kunai flew in his direction, missing his face by a few millimeters.
"I'm Natsumi. And how about you show some fucking respect, asshole?"
His smirk widened.
"Or else?"
"Or else I'll end your pathetic life. And trust me, Pain-sama will believe me when I'll tell him it was an accident."
It all happened in a split of second.
Before she could defend herself, the redheaded kunoichi found herself pinned down to the ground, Hidan's hands keeping hers captive.
"You think you can fucking kill me, slut? Or are you forgetting the way you found me?"
"Let me go!" she cried out, her eyes burning with hatred. "Let me go, or I'll‒"
His peal of laughter echoed through the trees.
"You can't do shit in your position. Let me show you."
Natsumi inhaled a ragged breath when their noses touched. Before she could protest, his lips clashed onto hers, her green eyes widening in fear.
As she began fighting him, flailing and writhing relentlessly under him, Hidan merely smirked. Oh, how he loved a good challenge. He pressed his body on hers, holding her in the prison of his arms as his lips kept massaging hers in a slow, crazing motion.
"C'mon, bitch. Just let me fuck you," he purred against her mouth.
Her answers came as muffled gasps, the young kunoichi still fighting his affections with a frenzied determination.
It only stirred him more. With a lazy smirk, he dropped his hand to her backside, caressing sensually her hip and when his fingers found their way to the back of her thigh, he found her succumbing to his desire with a soft moan as he kept kneading in her soft, burning flesh.
He only loosened his grip when she seemed to have ceased her futile hassle.
"Stop it," she implored, crystal tears emerging at the corners of her eyes. "Please, stop."
"What if I won't?" he teasingly purred as his hand reached for hers, pulling it down and forcing her palm over his crotch. A small shriek escaped her throat that he stifled with another hungry kiss. "You, bitch will soon be screaming my fucking name," he groaned as he forced her hand up and down his bulge, prompting horrified gasps from the kunoichi. "And I have just the right solution for your stupidass fighting."
Natsumi could only stare at him in fear while he reached his hand to his back. Much to her surprise, he seemed to be looking for something that wasn't there.
"Shit!" he barked, his hand still seeking for that something, "Where the fuck is my scythe?"
Fast as lightning, images of her cousin, Shikamaru flashed before her eyes. In all of them, he was triumphantly holding a red, triple-bladed scythe. She remembered, clear as daylight, how she helped him clean it and hide it in the Nara's Clan vaults.
"I know where you can find it!" she suddenly exclaimed, gazing up at Hidan's lavender eyes. "I can help you get it on one condition."
"Huh?"
"You'll stay away from me. You won't touch me or try to force yourself on me, got it?"
"What if I refuse?" he asked, his eyes narrowed at her.
"Then you'll have to find your stupid scythe on your own."
Hidan didn't answer. Instead, he got up, pulling her with him and grunting something that sounded like an agreement.
"But if you fail," he whispered, his lips so close to her ear it sent shivers down her spine, "You'll be my sex toy for as long as I please."
Natsumi knew that there was no way out of this. She either brought back his weapon or risked a life of humiliation.
I won't fail, she told herself as he dragged her back to their hideout.