Hi guys! Sorry for the late update. I was walking down the path of life. Only, it wasn't as poetic as it sounded. Oh well. I've been wondering: should I make a Death Note fanfiction? How many of you have read or watched Death Note? Also, I've had this awesome idea for making my own story! Not a fanfic, a story….but I think that would be too much. Okay, since I've been rambling too much. ENJOY!
Chapter 4
When people wake up, they tend to see things first, than register what they're feeling, but that wasn't my case. When I woke up, I swore that I felt more dead than alive….if death was a feeling of pain and constant aching. Every muscle from my head to my toe felt like someone was ripping them apart. For all I knew, someone could have been. Though the feeling all over was quite overwhelming, it was my head that made me fear for some life-threatening situation. My head was killing me, granted that I was still alive, of course. Imagine that someone took a drill and slowly inserted it into your skull—yup, that was how I felt.
As I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in a clean, sterile room. It resembled a hospital room, but there was an ominous aspect about it that I couldn't put my finger on. My bed was a plain, boring white bed. Really, it made my parents seem interesting. There was an IV machine slowly dripping….fluid into my arm. Frankly, I didn't know what it was. I just prayed that it wasn't poison or something of that sort. The floor was tiled and very clean. I bet I could eat off of it—though I prefer a plate. And the strange thing was, there were no windows. None. Zip. Nada. It was either that I was captured by some sun-hating vampires, or someone didn't want me to escape. I had to go with the latter.
Ignoring the pain in my head, as well as everywhere else, I got up. What I hoped was a smooth, simple, get-of-the-bed procedure turned out with me sprawled over the floor. As the white, shiny floor came in contact with my face, the door opened. Perfect—now all of humanity may see pathetic me laying on the floor. Nonetheless, I glared up at the person who came into the room ,hoping, and knowing that I looked menacing.
The man who came into the room was rather short—probably the same height as me—and had rusty red hair. Though his body seemed of a teen, his eyes showed that he was much older. I remembered seeing him on a wanted poster in Sunagakure. By then, I figured that it was the Akatsuki who recaptured me. I wasn't complaining, really, but maybe they could have been a little more easy on my body. Or not—I mean, this was the Akatsuki I'm talking about here.
"What are you doing?" The man's voice sounded irate, yet smooth.
"I'm wiping the floor with my face," I sneered.
"You are in no position to be talking like that," True, I wasn't. I mean, I was sprawled out on the floor, with IV dripping into my left arm; kind of like some human jelly. But I wasn't going to let him know that.
"Yes, mother," I scoffed, as I tried to get back up. After a sad attempt to get up, I finally ended up in a sitting position; the one where kindergarten teachers call 'criss-cross apple sauce'. The man just looked at me—more like an impatient glare—as I struggled to remain sitting. That was real nice of him.
"Get up," He commanded, while kicking me.
"What was that for?" I flinched from the sudden assault. Thinking that the IV was helping me in no way possible, I delicately yanked the needle out of my skin in one swift motion.
"Get up," He repeated, with a tint more malice in his voice.
"I'm up, what the hell do you want?" I scrambled to my foot, trying to look confident. Naturally, it wasn't that hard. The man was much more intimidating than the ordinary stuck-ups I saw every now and then, but he was hardly as intimidating as Itachi. I swore, meeting him really boasted up my bravery.
"Follow me," He slowly walked out of the room, "And hurry; I don't' want to be kept waiting." I urged my sore body to move after him—not a very easy task—in fear of my life being taken away. Trying to follow him was as just as easy as flying. He made unexpected turns and twists that made my head spin, as if it weren't spinning enough already. By the time we got to a door, which I assumed was our destination, I was ready to puke all over his face. Seeing as that would have been a difficult task, I decided that his foot was just as good.
"Rin," He hissed my name dangerously, as if it were some sort of poison.
"I was about to throw up on your face, but that seemed to be difficult," I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. Personally, I didn't care about my clothing at this moment. He simply shot me a look of menace and pushed me harshly into the door; of course, I don't expect S ranked criminals to know hospitality, so I wasn't complaining.
"You are to begin your training with Kisame, to build up your measly amount of chakra," Apparently, the leader didn't like to waste time. I sighed, sort of hoping that it was going to be a compliment—or something good like that. Now, not only did I have to train with some random person, I was insulted as well. Nonetheless, I obediently nodded. Pain gestured me to get the hell out of the room. Frankly, that was exactly what I wanted.
The room was more a torture chamber than anything else. There were spikes sticking out in random areas and some red liquid—most likely blood- spewed all over the place. In one corner, there were some random torture devices. I noticed that one of them was The Iron Maiden. I suddenly decided to not screw up.
Outside the door stood a tall, blue man. I flinched not only at his height, but also of his…strange skin color.
"I'm guessing you didn't paint your skin on," I commented. Only after I said that did I realize that it was stupid and wrong. The man did something that I didn't expect someone from the Akatsuki to do—he laughed. Not a dark chuckle or anything, but a straight out laugh. I had a feeling that he was going on the good list.
After he lead me down a random hall; to begin my training, I guess. As he opened the door of the room, I saw an open field of grass—funny, I thought we were underground.
"Spar me," Kisame grinned sadistically. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like this.
And I didn't. As a matter of fact, I think the devil would have been a little more forgiving. Training was pure torture. Though I told him that I, in no way, could go on any further in the training, he kicks me and tells me that I can. By seventeen, don't you think that I would have known how tired I was? According to him, no.
So naturally, by the time that the training was over, I looked like a punching bag. Truthfully, I think I was. As soon as I stepped out of the training room, I remembered a tiny fact—there was a party at my parent's house. And naturally, I had to attend, for status, or something. Frankly, I would rather watch grass die.
Nonetheless, I knew I had to attend, if I valued what was left of my life. I swore, if the Akatsuki wouldn't kill me, I'm pretty damn sure that my parents would—with no regret as well. I suddenly felt sorry for me. Reminding myself that wallowing in self pity was just plain stupid, I rushed off to my 'room' to clean up.
My room was more or less some servant's room. The only thing that slightly resembled a normal bedroom was a bed and a bathroom connected to the room. There were scraps of….actually, I didn't know what they were…..in one corner, and some random supplies occupied the other corners. I was almost pretty sure that this room had it's more glorious days.
After a quick, yet thorough shower in the bathtub, I hastily pulled my clothing together and ran out the door. My hair was still a mess, due to the fact that I didn't have a comb, and my clothing were disheveled. I looked like a little monster.
That fact didn't stop me, though. By the time I got to the Akatsuki's living room, I already had an idea of transportation in my head.
"Blondie!" I cried as I ran into the gothic-styled room. To say that it was freaky would be an understatement. Not only did the blonde man turn around, but so did the others in the room, due to my random outburst.
"What do you want, little girl?" He asked, fairly annoyed, yet amused. For some reason, he added a nasally grunt after every sentence that sounded like an 'un'.
"I'm seventeen," I huffed, hating that I was being called little. It looked like he was barely any older than me. "And you are?" I glowered at him.
"Eighteen, one year older than you," He smirked, looking rather accomplished. It only pissed me off more.
"Really? From calling me a little girl, I thought you were at least thirty," I smiled icily, "I mean, you could pass as an old man. Is that a silver hair I see?" Deidara immediately jumped up to a mirror on the wall. After fixing his hair a smidge, he turned to me, looking rather aggravated.
"You little brat, my hair is in top condition—better than yours," He stuck his nose up like a bratty little child and huffed. I now didn't doubt the nature of most blondes.
"So you really are a female," I sighed nonchalantly, as if the retort was nothing unusual. The blonde man immediate stood up, looking like he wouldn't hesitate to rip me to shreds then feed my remains to some homeless. Frankly, I think he would have if a red-head didn't tell him to sit down. Suddenly, I remembered why I came here in the first place—to get some sort of transportation back home. "Anyways, I need to get my ass back home, as sad as that sounds."
"Take her on your clay bird, Deidara," I probably looked confused to the talking plant. "I am Zetsu."
"Why should I?" I already concluded that this man was arrogant, but now 'selfish' could be added on to the list.
"Go Deidara," A red headed man hissed impatiently. Then, he turned to me; poor me, who looked like a lost little puppy (okay, only the lost part). "You take these and read them. Don't let anyone see it." He roughly tossed me a fat pile of paperwork. I grimaced. You can put me on the fields and make me dig up mines, and I wouldn't be complaining, but give me some paperwork and I swear I would die. As I peeked into the pile, I sighed in relief; it was just file information and such.
"Must be my lucky day. I get kidnapped—again. And I get homework," I held a cynical edge to my voice. Personally, I thought I was rather brave, or insane.
"Don't test your luck," The red head snapped at me. I glared back at him icily, my cold blue eyes adding some effect. "Or I'll kill you." Funny thing was, I didn't think he was joking. I immediately stopped m glaring; I may have been insane/brave, but I certainly wasn't stupid.
"Follow me, little girl," The blonde angrily marched out of the room. After a quick glance at the others in the living room, I quickly sashayed out of there.
The trip on the bird was nothing—if you count an angry blonde threatening to throw me off the edge nothing. Unlike the red head, I knew that he wouldn't do it. After constantly hit by insults and threats, I finally reached Iwagakure. Deidara stiffened noticeably as we came closer to the city. Was this his hometown? One could wonder. As soon as we were near the city gates and the bird was about five feet off the ground, he gruffly pushed me off. Ha, I felt so special as my face was kissing the earth. After trying to clean up so I didn't look like a dirt monster, I walked over to the gates, flashing my ID card as I walked in.
Luckily, I remembered the way home. And this time, I learned not to go into alleys. So basically, the walk home was a stroll in the park. No, literally. I had to walk through a park to get there.
Once I got into the apartment. I was dazed. No; I was so shocked I could have just died there. Only, I liked my life (sad as it is). I quickly ran out to see if I walked into the wrong apartment. Surely, the sign said '1282' but it couldn't be. The walls were painted a creamy, light orange that reminded me of mango yogurt. They weren't the usual bland, mold colored ones. The old furniture was replaced by high quality, pure white leather coaches rimmed with bamboo. There were also some bamboo stalks and screens placed strategically all around. And I could see the floor!
Afraid that anymore looking at the transformation would kill me, I stalked over to my room; only to be smashed head-on with more awesomeness. My room had light blue walls that held me tranquil, and a sort of mystic, water design to it all. It wasn't corny (like having coral beds) but modern and classy. I wondered if today was my lucky day.
I quickly locked my door and threw the pile onto the desk, remembering my task. Actually, I just remembered the death threats. After absent-mindedly flipping through the files, I fell asleep on them. Maybe I drooled as well—I wouldn't know.
Okay! In your review, please please include these following:
How is the character?
Is the plot to normal for an OC and Akatsuki thing?
Is my writing style at all good? It has matured since the beginning to Kurayami no Hime.
So far, who should Rin fall for? Itachi or Deidar?
Any recommendations on books similar to House of Night Series and Vampire Academy Series?
Any fanfic recommendations on Death Note, Naruto, Bleach, Fruits Basket, Shugo Chara (and more) with an OC?
Oh, and inspire me a lot :D
