A/N: I know, I haven't updated in a long while, but I gotta focus on school and all that jazz. Sorry if this chapter sucks or if it's too short. Reviews would be much appreciated. Go ahead and give me suggestions if you have any; I'll gladly accept them.
Previously….
I opened the door again to see that the girl had left, but on the floor was the plate of cookies. Did she realize that if I hadn't open the door until morning, that the cookies probably wouldn't be good anymore? Picking up the plate, I sunk my teeth into what I admit to be chewy goodness. Damn, these didn't turn out very bad.
Sighing to myself, I walked back to the kitchen to find it empty. On the counter was a box of cookies, which I was surprised, was still there. I was pretty damn sure Tobi would eat the whole damn thing. The little bitch must have stopped him. Placing the now empty plate onto the counter, I left the kitchen to look for the girl and found her lying on the couch fast asleep.
Her hair was tousled and her white dress exposed a fairly large amount of her legs. Her face was calm and her pink lips were slightly parted. Suddenly I wanted to know her name…she mentioned it before didn't she? I crouched down and examined her face closely, as though that'd help me remember her damned name. Damn, I knew it before…my face was now really close to hers. So close that I could feel her breath on my face. In and out. In and out. My hand involuntarily moved to stroke her cheek when it finally came to me. I whispered her name, "Aiko…"
Chapter 5
A young girl, around the age of 17 or so, was lying on a wooden table. Her light blond hair, almost white, hair fanned out on top of the table, beneath her head. The lids of her eyes fluttered for a moment before opening all the way, revealing her unique lavender eyes. Blinking slowly, her eyes slowly surveyed the room. It was obvious that she didn't know where she was and couldn't move her body. She attempts to open her mouth, to call out to someone, to anyone, to help her move; however, her lips could barely part to allow any sound to vociferate throughout the room. Her chest noticeably starts moving up and down; she's breathing in deeply and slowly, trying to stay calm.
The sound of footsteps reached her ears. Slowly they came closer and closer, until I could see the hooded figure, to which the footsteps belonged to. The girl's face, however, remained the same and displayed no sign of fear or worry. I had a strange feeling that she was unable to move at all, not even her face, because she had been drugged in some way. The figure placed a right hand over the girl's head. On the hand was what looked to be a red ruby ring. The figure began to mutter words rather quickly, as though saying some sort of chant. The voice coming from the figure was deep and indicated that the figure was indeed male.
A red glow emitted from the ruby ring and the girl let out a small gasp for air. "Can you hear me? Answer yes or no," the man asked in an authoritative voice.
"Yes," the girl croaked out; her voice sounded as though she hasn't used it in years.
"Do you know who you are?"
"No," she replied, her voice now sounding a bit distant.
"You're…" The man said her name, but for some reason I couldn't hear it. The girl remained silent. "You're…Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Repeat after me, 'Kami-sama is almighty'."
"Kami-sama is almighty," she repeated obediently. Her tone of voice was that of a robot's.
"'I live to serve only him.'"
"I live to serve only him."
"'With the power he has given me…'"
"With the power he has give men…"
"I shall…." All went fuzzy…my vision and my hearing and soon enough, all went black.
I opened my eyes to see darkness, but soon enough my eyes slowly adjusted and only one question came in mind: Where am I? I sat up in the bed in which I laid in and continued to look around the room I was in. I don't remember going into a room. I believe I fell asleep on a couch.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and shivered as the cold air met my skin. I slowly made my way across the room towards the door, so I wouldn't bump into anything and left the mysterious room. I continued to walk down the hall and towards a light coming from what I think was the living room. As I walked along, my thoughts drifted to the girl in my dream. I felt somehow…connected to her and felt sorry for her. But then again, maybe she deserved it because she didn't something terrible. But, it didn't seem like it, or at least I don't think so. I shook my head to rid further ponderings about her. It was only a dream after all.
I reached my destination and immediately noticed the figure lying on the couch. I could hear their breathing from where I stood, it was heavy and deep. I soon came to realize that this figure was in fact Hidan, deep asleep. My eyebrows furrowed, because I was sure that I fell asleep on the very couch he was sleeping on. Had he moved me to his own bed last night? I nudged his shoulder. "Hi-Hidan-sama," I whispered. "Hidan-sama?" He moved a bit, but continued to sleep. I couldn't help but smile; he seemed like a totally different person when he was sleeping, his usual combed back hair, now messy, his facial features, free from all signs of anger or rudeness.
A spark of curiosity lit inside me and I wanted to know more about this man, about his past, about who he was. My fingers found themselves gliding up his face, from his chin, up to his cheekbone, admiring his handsome features. But soon my hand froze and I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. This was the man who killed Tenshii-sama, so carelessly, so effortlessly. A pang of guilt shot through my stomach as I began to think what she would think of me if she saw me like this. What does Kami-sama think of me, seeing me like this, admiring the man who killed Tenshii-sama?
However, it feels as though curiosity has hypnotized me, tainted me, corrupted me. There's something about this man that sparked my interest. I moved my hand, my fingers barely brushing his cheeks, but suddenly his hand shoots out and his fingers wrap around my wrist. In an instant he has me taken down and pinned my back to the floor. I stared up at him speechless and my eyes wide in fear of his unexpected action. I was so startled…I couldn't find my voice to scream.
He sat on top of me; his pinkish eyes barely open as though he was only half awake. Centimeter by centimeter, they slowly grew bigger, until he realized he was on top of me. "What…the hell are you doing!" he sort of yelled at me, all signs of drowsiness disappearing in an instant.
"I was…" I trailed off. To be honest I didn't really understand what I was doing.
"You don't go touching people when they're sleeping you crazy bitch!"
I frowned. "But didn't you move me last night after I fell asleep on this couch?"
"I…" Hidan released my wrists, he had pinned on either side of my head. Even though he turned his face the other way, I could see that his face turned slightly pink. "So what if I did? You were sleeping here without a fucking blanket! You probably would've frozen to death if I didn't move you!"
"Yes, but couldn't you just put a blanket over me or something?"
"Shut the fuck up! You're the inferior being here woman, so you have to listen to whatever the fuck I say, got it?" He glared down at me.
Obediently I nodded. "Alright, Hidan-sama."
"Good."
I laid there, with Hidan on top of me, for a couple of awkward seconds. I finally noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt and his muscles were in clear view. "Hidan-sama, could you get off of me now?" I asked, looking at anything else besides his chest, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
I gulped slightly when I saw the expression on his face change in a flash. His mouth twisted into a smirk and his eyes were now devilish. He pinned my wrists above my head once again, but this time with one hand. "I happen to like the damned position we're in right now," he said, slowly running a finger from the back of my jaw to the tip of my chin. I couldn't keep a shiver from running up and down my spine.
"What do you think of this situation you're in?"
"What…do I think?" I repeated, slowly.
"Do you like it? Do you feel nervous?" His hand slid down and rested in between my breasts. "Your heart's beating so damn fast. You're nervous aren't you?" He moved back up so his mouth was close to my ear, lightly he groped my left breast and a gasp of surprise escaped my lips. "Or, maybe you're getting excited?" he whispered dangerously into my ear.
"N-No…"
"No?" He asked, slightly bemused.
"I…want you to stop. Kami-sama looks down on this kind of behavior. This is wrong."
"I don't see what's so damn wrong about it," He growled. "Besides, if your dear 'Kami-sama' doesn't like people acting like this, then why does he let them?" He questioned me, but I had no answer and turned my face away from him. He lightly kissed my neck and said in a low, and…suggestive, tone, "And didn't you just say you'd listen to whatever I say?"
"I said I'd listen to whatever you had to say. I have no intention of doing whatever you say," I snapped at him with newly found confidence, only to wish that I hadn't said what I just said.
Just as Hidan opens his mouth to retort, I heard a familiar voice speak. "Hidan, didn't I say before that raping the girl will bring you nothing but trouble?" I looked up from my position to see it was Kakuzu.
"Don't accuse me of something I haven't done yet ya fucking bastard! My dick isn't even in her damned vagina!"
Kakuzu seemed unfazed by Hidan's words. "Leader-sama wants you and the girl now."
"I just woke up like two fucking seconds ago!" Hidan groaned, getting off me and held out his hand, which I stared at. His mouth frowned. "Are you gonna take my fucking hand or not?"
I looked up into his eyes, nodded, and took his hand in mine.
I watched Aiko work hard to remove a stain from the living room carpet. I can't believe this is what that damned leader called us for: to clean up the damned living room. Looking around, I couldn't believe I didn't notice how fucking messy the room was until now. Random clothes were spewed across the floor and on the couches and a thick layer dust has collected on the shelves. The smell of cleaner has spread, from where Aiko kneeled, throughout the entire room. Silently cursing the leader I began to pick up some clothes, only to be distracted.
"Nngh…" I looked over to see Aiko tearing up and rubbing her eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked.
"I-I think I have some cleaner in my eyes," she whined.
"Wha-What the fuck? How the hell could you get cleaner in your eyes woman? Aren't you used to cleaning?" I stood there watching her cry and rolled my eyes. "C'mon…" I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the bathroom.
"Alright, now open your eyes."
"It burns."
I began to run the water in the sink and cupped some into my hands. "Open your damned eyes you stupid bitch!" She cracked her eyelids open and I splashed water on her face.
"PPpfffttt. What are you doing?" She asked, choking out water.
"I'm washing your fucking eyes out."
"Do you want to try washing my eyes out then?"
"Shut the fuck up! You should be grateful I'm even helping ya, you stupid whore!" I splashed more water on her face.
Again she coughs water. "Stop it!" she shouts squinty eyed: I admit she looks a bit amusing. Then she, surprisingly, she took the water and got me in the face. "I'm not the one with fucking cleaner in my eye!" I yelled at her getting into the shower and grabbing the showerhead.
"Wait, stop…" she said, getting into the shower after me, only to be blasted by cold water. Shutting her eyes, she reached out blindly as she lost her balance. Of course, the thing she grabbed onto was me and as she slipped and fell, she dragged me down with her, causing me to hit my head against the faucet head. Her lavender eyes popped open as she heard my head meet the cold metal. She reached above me to turn off the shower head and looked down at me in worry. "Are you okay?"
I flashed her a somewhat cocky grin. "Of course, I'm a bit of a fucking masochist after all."
"O-Oh," She said, looking away. She was obviously embarrassed with herself.
It only made me grin wider. "Why were you worried?"
She opened and closed her mouth like a gaping fish, unable of finding any words to say. Her hands gripped onto my shirt and looked down. "I'm….sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I already told you it's alright," I said, feeling awkward again. Damn this bitch sure can be awkward.
"Are you sure?" She asked, peering up.
"Yes, now get the fuck off."
