A/N: I've been writing all day coming up with different ideas for this story and how it could change and twist. I hope you guys like it. :3 Ohh there is some...minor...swearing in this chapter and its one of the reasons its rates M. So if it offends you in any way I apologies ahead of time enjoy!

Ch. 4

It has been a few days since I last had an encounter with Deidara according to the little light that was provided through the ceiling. All that I did was think, and pace around in the back of the small room. What did I think about you ask, the white light that Deidara claims that came from my eyes, and the red glow from my torso. I spent most of my time walking from one side to the next side, patrolling, with my left fist resting on my chin and my thumb nail in my mouth. I never chewed my nail just bit it to keep my hand occupied for some odd reason and my right hand forgotten dangling at my side.

I was leaning back in my corner and had my knees pulled to my chest. I started an unruly habit of banging my head on the back wall over and over again. It didn't hurt but it was just like a little sensation to remind me that I was alive and wake and that I wasn't in a dream. That this was actually happening. Oddly enough I came to realize that I didn't mind being locked up, it was actually a relief. It was very calming knowing that I wasn't out in the open running from… I still couldn't shake the feeling of the dream…memory?... I still haven't made terms with the images that flashed in my mind.

I didn't sleep, actually I couldn't anymore. After passing out several times for who knows how long since I remember so it didn't really bother me. The voices of my other chamber mates are silent for the night. I ceased my reckless head banging and looked through the little peek holes and saw the illuminating moonlight. The moon…. I inhaled the moist cool air that smelled of dried blood and mildew. It wasn't unbearable, but slightly unpleasant.

I inhaled dramatically knowing no one would hear it. It was then I heard a snore, I smirked at least I know somebody else is comfortable. I shook my head flinging the smirk to unknown whereabouts. I closed my eyes the moonlight burning the back of my eyelids, I focused on listening, and I didn't know what for but it was soothing. A sudden scream made me jump. I shot up from my spot and rushed to the front of my imprisonment. Grabbing the bars sent chills down my spine listening to the blood-curdling scream.

It was a boy's voice no doubt, a young boy. I searched around the chamber to find the origin but got no avail. I was too far away from the others way in the back. Then I heard the others who were trapped down here complain "Shut up! Stupid runt. Do you want them to come back to finish us all of!" one male shouted. I stepped back from the door my hands still on the bars. The screaming stopped but a choking noise filled the air. My eyebrows arched, worried I stayed there till all the other voices calmed down.

I waited and waited till I was sure they were all asleep. Opting that the boy was still awake I whispered "Are you alright?" I waited for a response, it was about a minute before I let go of the bars in front of me. Then I heard a very weak "yes." It was more a croak. In relief I sighed. "That's good to hear." You could hear the smile in my voice. I was glad the lad was alright after something like that. I silently wished that if I screamed is such a way somebody would ask the same, no matter the circumstances.

I moved back to my corner and stood looking up again, I shifted to sit down but then I heard a faint "T-Th-thank y-you." If I wasn't paying attention I'm sure I would have missed it. I smiled and sank. "No problem." Was my reply.

"Well isn't that sweet." A voice growled. Immediately I got pissed. I heard a loud bang of entrance doors to this chamber banging on the walls. An echo rang out and I heard people scattering about as if to get away from the intruder. I scoffed in response, folded my arms, and crossed my ankles with my feet in front of me. The footsteps didn't echo but were softer than Deidara's but were longer. My back leaning against the wall. "The puny girl met the poor excuse of a boy." The voice chuckled. I growled loud enough it bounced off the walls around me, "Whoa there don't get your panties in a bundle." He stifled a laugh. It was then I remembered that voice, 'Kisame.'

A tingling sensation consumed my head. My eye twitched, without me telling my body, it shot up again for the second time that night and I flew to the front of the cell. I was no longer in control. I sent out a warning growl that even scared myself. Kisame stopped his own steps.

"Hey! The bitch actually has some fucking balls!" a different voice entered the room. It was loud and obnoxious. I ground my teeth together as the second persons heavy footsteps made its way to my cell. It was a pale man with his white hair sleeked back, he had a three blade scythe in his right hand as to show it off. My eyes drifted to the metal forehead protector around his neck. I had my head down with my eyes, my hair falling slightly in front of my face, hooked on the tall albino. "Looks like this little fucker is ready to fucking kill somebody. Hahahaha!" he mocked and ended it with a prideful smirk. Twitch.

With lightning fast reflexes I reached out and grabbed him by his forehead protector around his neck, and slammed is head into the bars, leaving a trail of blood dripping off his noggin. "Who's the little fucker now, you piece of shit." I spat. My tongue was like ice, spitting out fire on a pile of dried leaves. The man recoiled and stepped back from the impact holding his head in his hands, his scythe left on the floor with a clink.

"You're going to fucking regret the day you were fucking born you stupid bitch!" he growled. I raised my head to reveal an all but innocent smile and released the sick cold laugh that make me shiver on the inside. "I highly doubt that." I took a step back reviewing my work, I placed my hands behind my back clasping them together in a mocking way.

The large man gathered what sense he had and charged into the cell door to grab me, but he was too slow. I dodged his efforts to reach me. I swayed of the balls of my feet, urging him on. "Fucking slut! Once I'm fucking done with you, you will fucking beg to come back to this mother fucking cell. I will sacrifice your bony ass to Jashin-sama. What a tasty treat for him, you will fucking be." His eyes raging and his facial expressing he was extremely infuriated.

But I kept my little act up of swinging back and forth from left foot to right. I knew if he really wanted to he could easily wave his hand and beat me brutally to no end and 'sacrifice me' to whichever way he pleases, but that didn't faze me. He just growled and adding more slurs and curse words I've never knew existed, which made my twisted grin grow.

He yelled at the top of his lungs cursing me and telling me how he was going to kill me, 'but if he only knew.' I stayed silent enjoying the reaction I got from the easily angered man. Kisame walked up to the ranting buffoon and grabbed his shoulder "Hidan! That's enough. We've got what we came for now let's go." He shook Kisame's hand off "But this stupid fucking bitch fucking…." He pointed to his head as he ran out of breath. I could see Kisame hold in a muffled laugh but still his face returned to normal "Hidan lets go leader-sama would be….upset if you disturbed his prisoner before we got the necessary information from her."

"You better listen to you blue friend there, piece of shit. You wanna be Satanist. You disgust me, spitting out all those empty threats knowing well that you won't act on them. And you call yourself a Jashinist. How pitiful." My eyes challenged the large man to a battle. His eyes widened ready to pop out of his head. "I'm a what?!" his scream shook the room and his voice cracked. It got quiet, time seem to stand still, my eyes locking on his. "We will, fucking, see who the fuck is bluffing. Bitch, when I am fucking done with you, you will wish that you've never crossed paths with me. I make no empty fucking threats dammit. My name is Hidan and I will sacrifice you, or so help me Jashin-sama…." His voice was quite deep, and quiet barley over a whisper.

He gripped his hands into fist then turned to pick up his forgotten scythe. Kisame watched Hidan's actions with a nearly nervous face. Our eyes locked once more before he pushed Kisame making him snap out of his thoughts. "We will see about that." I stated loudly and coldly enough the whole chamber could have heard. Hidan stopped and turned back to glare at me. "Yes we fucking shall." Then they left shutting the doors behind them.

I stared at the spot I last saw the Jashinist. I burned a hole where he stood. I heard murmurs of the others around, but I ignored them. They were insignificant, they were just like the odd group, heartless cold creatures that didn't have any morals.

I finally opted to move out of my stance and crouch in my corner, I had a head ache. 'Does that fucking brute ever shut up?' That wasn't my voice that thought that, it sounded different as it echoed in my head. I shook my head as my vision got blurry. I a shooting pain was at the back of my head. I gasped silently.

I gripped my pant legs, '….I griped my pant legs….' I gasped louder this time realizing I gained control over my body again. I curled up into a ball locking my fingers, pulling my knees close. 'What have I gotten myself into?'

A/N: tell meh what ya'll think! Review! And I apologize if anyone got offended, and if you did its your fault for reading so don't complain to me because there is going to be more cursing in this story and I advise you to stop reading here is you cant handle it. Otay? good now that we got that clear. :) until next chapter!