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

19. Chapter 19

The Unfortunate Misadventures of a Willing Hostage.

Chapter 19

Journal Entry: 14. Nov 2

Dear Diary,

Tobi gives me the creeps.

I can feel his eye on me. Roaming my body, studying my every move. If I had a dick I would pull it out and piss on him, he's so fucking annoying. He's been watching me ever since that incident during bijuu extraction. Itachi, who in the last few days has somehow become my closest friend, gave me some advice while we were doing our hair and nails and shit, he told me not to pay the freak much mind because it would only encourage his behaviour and lead to unwanted stress. He also said, and I quote: "if the manipulative piece of rubbish ever attacks you again, inform me immediately and I'll amaterasu his sorry ass!" Yes, dear diary, the straight laced prince of darkness used those exact words, what did you expect would happen from sharing a house with Hidan and myself? We both have such a colourful vocabulary .I had always been curious about the identity of the man behind the mask, so I asked Pein-nii-ni if he knew anything about who Tobi really was, he just sighed and told me he was a mysterious man named Madara Uchiha. Initially, I had been stunned by this confession. I always thought Itachi and his foolish little brother were the last remaining Uchihas, but King trippy's answer confirmed my earlier suspicions of Tobi, I mean Madara, possessing the sharingan. Sneaky little rat bastard.

Furthermore, our Aloe Vera motherfucker has been missing for two days now and nobody gives a flying buffalo testicle about him. Even the ever observant Itachi shrugged his shoulders and 'hnned' at me when I asked him if he knew where our resident horticulturist was. I hope he didn't get himself into trouble at that Cactus bar again. Last time one of the strippers called HQ and practically begged us to retrieve him because he was eating all their well paying customers. For shame Zetsu, for shame.

Itachi has corn-rows btw. The beads I put at the ends of his braids look so cool at night. Now his eyes aren't the only things that glow in the dark. And I was forced to allow dear weasel to cut my hair after I found the gum Hidan put in it. I've got bangs now, whoopee!