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Chapter 5

I woke up the next morning with a mild migraine. Trust me, waking up with a headache and someone threatening to beat down your door wasn't the best way to go. It didn't help that I fell asleep on my desk on top of a bunch of criminal files. Before going to the door, I immediately stuffed the files into some random drawer hoping that no one would find them. I sleepily trudged to the door. Swinging it open, I found a very anger Mrs. Suzuki, or in other words, my mom.

Immediately, my terrible mood just got worse.

"You missed the party, dear," there was no doubt that there was a mock sweetness in her voice.

"Yeah, I know," That was a lie. Now I know. I had to admit, I forgot all about that yesterday.

"Care to explain why?"

"Was that a demand, or a mere suggestion?" Though I was utterly sleepy, my snarky attitude failed to leave me. Somehow, a staring contest began between us.

"You imbecile," was how she ended it. Then, she simply walked out of the hallway and out of the apartment. For someone like her, one could have thought that she would have strutted out of there with some fanfare and maids to escort her rich ass out. I dismissed that idea as I sulked over to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After making myself look at least a little bit decent, I walked into the kitchen, only to find my brother trying to cook something. It looked more like he was trying to kill something by the way he swung his knife wildly at a piece of meat.

"It's not the enemy, Miroku." He stared at me as if I had grown another head. But then again, for all I know, I might have. Just to make sure I didn't, I patted me shoulder.

"Good morning, little bucket of sunshine," There was definitely a sarcastic undertone behind that happy demeanor. God, I just wanted to strangle him sometimes.

"Good morning to you. I should excuse you so you can continue fighting a piece of meat." I hastily rushed out of the kitchen and plopped myself down on the sofa, my hands instinctively reaching for the TV remote.

"You could help!" Miroku huffed like a defeated child. I just merely shrugged, as if saying that he needed to do it himself. It was times like these when I wonder who was older. "Did mom rant to you?" His tone suddenly changed from whiny to concern.

"It was more of a…helpless plead?" My eyes were glued to the television…though I wasn't entire sure what I was watching.

"A plea for?" By now, he stopped hacking the poor piece of meat.

"For me to be good, I guess." I chuckled at the idea. She didn't understand what it meant to follow your own dreams. "I guess she wants me to be a Himeko." I scoffed in disgust.

"You'll never be a Himeko."

"Was that a compliment?"

"She's too girly to be matched by your standards." It was true that I wasn't elegant and lady-like by any means.

"She can't kick ass like me."

"Yes she can; none of you can kick ass." Ouch. Wasn't he being painful today? "That's why you need training." Suddenly, Itachi's words came into my mind: 'Your genjutsu matches that of a three year old child. That's why you need training. Akatsuki base—ten am. Deidara will be waiting.' How could I forgot that? That was the most he ever spoke in one breath. I glanced at the clock. 'Nine fifty. Oh shit!' I panicked.

"Crap," I muttered as I grabbed a random kunai pouch from the table. I rushed up to my feet and bolted out the door. "Bye!"

By the time I got to the gates, I had received multiple stares, a couple of glares, and a dog tried to pee on me. It was a surprise I even got to the gates in one piece.

"Where are you going?" A guard asked me; he kind of sounded bored.

"Out." I shrugged, as if it were nothing. 'Nine fifty six' I glanced at the clock in the guard's building.

"Where?" Wow, was he persistent.

"Fine!" I pretended to be defeated. "I'm going to see my boyfriend. Since my mom doesn't approve of him, I have to sneak out of the village to see him." Cheesy.

"Is he from Amegakure?"

"He's a ninja. Can I go now?" I was playing the role of a whiny, lovesick girl. The guard nodded passively and I bolted.

By the time I ran out of the guard's view, a big, white bird came swooping down. I probably looked at it like a dazed idiot.

"What are you looking at?" Deidara glowered at me, his baby blue eyes looking slightly amused.

"If the answer you want is 'you', trust me, you're not gonna get it." I huffed as I climbed onto the bird.

"Why the hell would I want you to look at me?" I figured that he was a cranky criminal. Harsh.

"Because I'm a hot girl and it would be flattering." I answered dryly. Honestly, I didn't think that I was all that hot, but it was worth it when I saw his reaction. He had a look torn between amazement, amusement, and scorn. Plus, it kind of looked like he smelled something bad.

"A pig can be hotter than you." He looked at me with disgust. That was really nice of him to say.

"So you can't get girls so you're trying to get animals now?" I was dangerously close to being thrown off into oblivion.

"I can get girls fine! What about you, huh? Ever had a boyfriend?" He sneered at me. I could either tell the truth and watch my pride being chopped to pieces, or lie and have my pride stand on a pedestal and glow with a halo on its head. I chose the latter.

"Plenty." I rolled my eyes as if it were nothing. Suddenly, Deidara began closing in on my personal space. "Back off." I hissed

"Nope," He smirked, "No guy experience at all." I had to refrain myself from pushing him off. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that if he died, the bird would crash.

By the time we reached that Akatsuki base, a whole arsenal of death threats were passed between us. And Deidara's threats were very, very serious.

The base was just as I remembered it: cold, dark, and emo. It certainly wasn't my ideal living quarters. Actually, I doubt it was anyone's ideal home.

After walking around a bit, I bumped into the well-known Sharingan user. His eyes were blazing red with the Sharingan and he held his emotionless façade. I felt almost ready to melt. Not out of 'omg-he's-so-freaking-hot' syndrome, but I guess out of fear. Hey, don't tell me that you don't think he's a tad creepy.

"Rin," He greeted me with no emotion in his voice. "Let's begin." He led me to a training room.

The training was cruel and harsh—but I discovered a little about my spirit powers. I found out that I could walk into people's dreams, but only if they were asleep. Honestly, who dreams while being wide awake? I also found out that I could control people—like puppets. It was a compulsion of some sort. The power made me feel a little like an evil puppeteer, but I liked it.

"So, what now, comrade?" I grinned at my new-found nickname for Itachi. I swore I saw his lip twitch into a…..almost smile, but it disappeared.

"You've trained enough for today." Hell yeah, I did. My brain ached. I swore that by the end of my 'train-your-spirit-power' session, my brain would have enlarged physically. "Go rest." If he had put even the slightest emotion into it, it would have sounded caring. Only, it kind of sounded like a command. "You'll hone your ninjutsu skills next." Did he just say 'hone'?

Training with Pain for ninjutsu was the definition of hell. I acquired a few burns, cuts, and a lot of scratches just after a mere hour. I honestly felt bad for the members of the Akatsuki.

Well, I guess it's just the beginning of my own, personal hell.

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