To clarify, Lily, technically, is me. She's Chinese, physically like me, and sort of mean at times. I just made it so that Lily is me, get me? I don't hate the real girl which Nakimi is based off. I -heart- you, Naru! lol - Where is the love?

Chapter Two

The girl pushed her way through the crowd, squinting. Loud music was booming and all the colors of the rainbow were being displayed, lighting up the nightclub. Girls who looked much too young from ages of thirteen to twenty were dancing with their friends, partying, screaming, and especially grinding on men whose ages ranged from the -teens to the thirties.

Nakimi knew that the person who called her yesterday was the man who raped her at the hot spring. She also knew that he was wearing an orange mask, which seemed really weird for a grown man, so her eyes were searching for the same mask.

Orange clothing, orange lights... Many things were orange. It also did not help that everyone was wearing some sort of mask - from masquerade masks to ones that covered the entire face. It seemed like the theme of the night was something opera-related.

"Hey there, sexy," an obviously drunken man said to Nakimi, grabbing one of her wrists.

"Let me go." Nakimi growled. She was shy, but did not hesitate to raise her voice and take control, especially around stupid idiots, like this man.

"Let you go? Why, lil' vixen, let's dance!" He pulled her towards him. "After all, you're dressed so nicely... I wonder why. Here to meet your boyfriend or sometin'?" Nakimi gave him a look of disgust.

"You're fucking disgusting," she said. She was dressed very nicely, though. Nakimi was wearing a red satin dress that stopped a little above her knees, and instead of spaghetti straps, it was tied around her neck. The dress by itself was really sexy and sophisticated-looking. Along with the dangling golden earrings she had and red satin stilettos she had on, it was the perfect nightclubbing look.

"But that doesn't stop you from running away, does it?"

"Why you...!" Nakimi raised her hand and was about to smack the idiot across the face when someone grabbed her wrist. She looked up to see the same masked man, also known as her rapist, hold her wrist. Nakimi was speechless.

"Who the fuck are -" The man never got far because her masked savior punched him right across the face. It must have been powerful, since there was a loud crack Nakimi heard, and that he fell straight down. No one around took notice; they were too busy jumping up and down and dancing, and the music was deafeningly loud.

Nakimi almost said thank you, but then she remembered that he was a rapist, captured her best friend, and had sort of indirectly threatened her. "Let me go," she quickly said and wretched her hand away from him. She looked the other way, to her left, since he was standing to her right.

"No 'thank you?'" he said.

She turned to look at him and said demandingly, "Give me Sheena back."

"I had a feeling you'd say that." He sighed, as if disappointed. "Follow me." He turned away and started to walk through the crowd with ease, as if everyone was moving and making room just for him. Nakimi was sort of amazed, and cursed herself for noticing something so coincidental like that.

They found a booth that must have been reserved, since the entire club was packed, and not one single booth was free. He took a seat, and Nakimi took one, across from him, though. She kept her gaze down. "Where is Sheena?" she said, trying to raise her voice. It was amazing how she was capable of yelling at the drunken man holding her wrist just moments ago, but was incapable of doing so to this one - who was also a stranger. Ugh... Nakimi thought, angry with herself.

Nakimi raised her head when she got no reply, and saw two females who were wearing masquerade masks, holding a girl between them. They were standing right in front of the booth, and they were restraining a girl in the middle. It was obvious that they were doing something wrong, and someone maybe would have gotten help, but no one was paying attention. The girl in the middle... Nakimi had a feeling it was her Ukrainian friend. "Sheena!"

The girl stopped struggling for a moment before trying to mumble something once more. It sounded like she was trying to say "help me!" but Nakimi was not sure, since she was also wearing a mask. Sheena's - assuming if it really was Sheena - was a Venetian mask, and it was utterly beautiful.

The South Asian stretched her hand out to grab the mask, only to have it roughly stopped by one of the girls holding Sheena. The girl removed her face mask, which was silver with black raven-like feathers. It was pretty, but the face underneath it wasn't. It belonged to Lily Yumeko, and she was evilly smirking that pretty smile of hers. "Good evening, Nakimi-chan," she purred.

Nakimi's eyes widened. She was confused, yet grasped a small understanding of what was happening. "What are you...!" She couldn't finish it.

"Doing here?" a chirpy voice finished her sentence, and the other girl restraining Sheena took off her mask, which was an elegant Monarch butterfly eye mask. It showed only her eyes and lips. The color of the mask was a reddish orange, and it matched Akuma's hair perfectly. She smiled her angelic grin, which was not angelic at all anymore. It belonged to a deceptive liar, and Akuma was the quintessential of that.

Nakimi worked her mouth up and down, but couldn't speak. Lily threw down her hand in a disrespectful way, and they both put on their masks once more.

"Confused, eh?" Lily said, giggling.

"Aren't you surprised?" Akuma said cheerfully. "Betrayed by two supposedly 'normal' high schoolers...! This must all be a shock, right?" She laughed, and it didn't sound cute and annoying anymore. More like evil and wicked.

"I-I don't understand..." Nakimi murmured. "Explain this to me!" She turned to the man across from her. She should have been traumatized, shaking back and forth in a corner, but Nakimi was strong, and instead decided to ask for answers instead of crying helplessly about it.

"Explain?" He sounded confused.

"Yes!"

"Why don't you ask these two wonderfully resourceful young ladies in front of you instead, beautiful?" He rested his head on his two hands, which were entwined with each other. He was gazing at Nakimi, and since he could only see her upper body, his eyes were looking specifically at her bust.

"Well, why don't you ask us?" Lily spoke.

"Tell me what the fuck's happening," Nakimi snarled at the bitch.

"Bossy bitch," Lily said under her breath. Nakimi could've cared less about what the Chinese bitch said at the moment. "We invited you and Sheena to the hot spring..."

"Only to capture Sheena, and give him a taste of you." Akuma said 'him' as if she was speaking about God or some sort of deity, and it was obvious she was referring to the man in front of Nakimi.

"How did you kidnap Sheena so easily?" Nakimi asked. Sheena was ranked as B, although she was powerful enough to become a jounin, if she wanted to.

"Trying to take all the fucking credit, you bitches," a ruffian pushed through the three girls, making them scatter. The silver-haired man wrapped an arm around the girl. "I handled this tough cookie." He chuckled into Sheena's hair before moving aside her hair to expose an area of her neck, and nipping it. Then he moved his hand so it was resting underneath her breast, and held her close to his body.

Nakimi gulped. He was obviously rough, violent, and even Sheena probably couldn't handle him. "How... How do you two have relations with... him." She was talking about her rapist, of course.

"You're asking too many questions," Lily said, smiling. "You'll find out soon enough, though."

She turned away from the silver-masked girl to the man seated silently in front of her. "Give me my friend back." There was no response, and so she repeated, "Give me Sheena back." Still, he didn't speak. He was just sitting straight up, like a lifeless doll of some sort, staring right back at her through that tiny black hole right where his right eye would be. Nakimi opened her mouth to say it again, except with a bit more force, when she heard... a loud snore.

He was sleeping. Literally sleeping.

Nakimi couldn't believe it. She blinked disbelievingly a few times. He has... the nerve... to sleep... at a time like this! Nakimi thought angrily. She raised her voice a bit while sounding polite and said, "Excuse me."

Surprisingly, it woke him up, with what little effort Nakimi had to make, and he started to overreact. Seriously. It shocked Nakimi because instead of talking in his deep sexually arousing voice (at least for the South Asian), he was complaining in a very high-pitched comical voice. He sounded childish, and it was clear he was doing it on purpose. He began ranting and talking like a little kid, too.

"UWAH! Why did you wake Tobi up! Tobi was sleeping peacefully and having nice dreams about lollipops and candy and dango... before you disturbed Tobi! Tobi's angry now...!" Then he made a growling sound that's pitch was pretty deep-sounding, and it reminded Nakimi of the dangerous, playful man she had spoken to on the phone just yesterday. But then it switched back to the boyish side of him again. "Tobi's gonna' have to punish you!" He got up, making Lily move aside so she would not get trampled over.

His name is Tobi?... Nakimi was confused, but stayed quiet. She had a good idea on what the 'punishment' was going to be, and how Tobi was going to punish her. He had sexually raped her at the hot springs yesterday, and was clearly obsessed, so it was going to be the same thing... was it not? Tobi snatched her up from her arm, pulling her up forcefully. She looked disturbed, but couldn't say anything back. Before she knew it Tobi was dragging her somewhere where the booming music wasn't as loud. The place wasn't being raped by bright green, purple, and red lights anymore. In fact, it was dark as heck.

She could hear the same potty mouthed man yell about something, though. "Motherfucking bitch! How dare you fucking kick me...!" He was obviously pissed at someone, and Nakimi had a feeling it was Sheena, being the one who probably gave him a hard kick to the shin. Sheena was feisty, and was proving a hard woman to tame for the icy purplish-pink-eyed man. "I'll fuck that goddamned attitude right out of you tonight... Fuckin' hear that? Fuck me? I know you wish you could, ain't I fucking sexy?" He was still talking loud, since Nakimi could hear something that sounded like the latter. Sheena had probably flicked him off, or told him "Fuck you."

Nakimi was sort of worried about her friend, since she was in the hands of a dangerous, extremely perverted, violent, and profane man, but knew that Sheena could handle herself, and would never allow herself to die by someone of the likes of him. Besides, she had other things to worry about, like what was happening to her at the moment. After all, she was being hauled to some dark place where no one would be around, meaning this 'Tobi' could do anything he absolutely desired, and there would be not one person around to call for help or make him stop whatever he had in store for her. Whilst Sheena was in the back of the nightclub, and even though no one paid attention to the loud cussing of her captor at the moment, if she or anyone were to shed some clothes, everyone in the nightclub, being the little perverts they were, would have their attention very quickly captured by them.

"G-Get your hands off me!" Nakimi tried resisting, although it was useless. He was overpowering her, and everytime she tried to jerk away from him it only hurt her and her poor, straining wrists. "Ugh...!" she mumbled.

"Tobi will let you go once you are punished!" He says in his high voice, and looks back at the struggling girl. Tobi didn't seem to be bothered at the fact that she was kicking him and trying everything that would maybe help her get away. Nakimi had a feeling that he was smirking when he looked back.

Finally, Tobi stopped dragging her around. When he stopped, he didn't allow her one moment's rest and flung her around, making her sort of fly. She landed hard against the wall, her back hitting the cold hard brick wall. Luckily, she did not hurt her head. However, Tobi's body was pushed up against hers, and although it was sexual and sort of a turn on for Nakimi - since she could feel his toned abs and upper torso - she knew it was wrong.

He was a stranger, and having sex with arcane people was also known as hook-ups, which only whores had. She wanted a relationship, although she partially gave up on any love life for pretty much the rest of her life. Nakimi believed herself hideous, and couldn't see what other people saw. Plus, Tobi was trying to get his freak on in the back of a smelly nightclub. Ew.

"Ugh! Let me... go!" Nakimi was huffing and puffing hard, all of her movements requiring her a lot of oxygen, hence the reason why she was panting, and almost sweating. "This is... assault, dammit! I said..." She stopped resisting and trailed off once she noticed that a gloved hand went up to remove the orange mask.

It was weird, but for Nakimi, when he was about to take off his mask, which his hand where his hand was at, she finally took notice of everything about him. Like his hair, for instance. It was long, layered, and looked almost scene-ish, except it was a bit more masculine and not as girlie. Something told her he was a hot motherfucker undeneath. And his hands, they were large, and beautifully slender and spider-like. Such elegant hands... Nakimi's thoughts trailed off to something of a more dirty nature, and about what he could do with hands that posessed such dexterity. She blushed.

Her eyes looked down, and she noticed what he was wearing. It was an odd black cloak with red clouds on it. Nakimi was thinking hard, Have not I seen that cloak before...? Somewhere... That was when she remembered. As a B-rank shinobi, she did all sorts of missions, including ones that were A- and S-ranked. They were in the book of criminals, or something like that - she couldn't remember - and she had seen several wanted Akatsuki missing-nins that wore the exact identical cloak.

"Y-You're an Akatsuki...!" she quietly gasped. Leave it to me to point out the obvious... Nakimi thought to herself, amazed that she was able to make such a small thing very funny for herself, right when she was about to get killed, or raped, or whatever. So that was what the orange, red, and black blur was at the hot springs... and it had been him that raped her - this Tobi-person. It was confirmed.

"You finally notice, now?" Tobi sounded a bit shocked. Nakimi didn't know it but Tobi was thinking, Is this girl in her right mind? But he shook that off. After all, who wouldn't be astounded to see an Akatsuki, and still be alive?

Nakimi blushed, not because he was pushed against her like they were one being now, but because the way he said it was like he was unsure if she was mentally incompetent. She didn't say anything, but instead was waiting for him to take off his mask.

His hands finally grabbed the mask, and he was about ready to take it off. Nakimi could hear the velcro straps being pulled apart, which were hidden by his sexy messy bed-like hair, and prepared herself to be blown away. He had to be sexy. Nakimi's eyes were molded onto the area his hand and his face were, prepared to take in the glorious, heavenly face he probably had.

But, his hand moved away, and they were back holding her wrists, which was sort of pointless, since Nakimi was so squished by Tobi that it was literally impossible for her to move an arm or hand to punch him or anything. Nakimi couldn't believe it.

"W-What?" Nakimi said, upset. "You tease...!"

"Tobi can't give away all his secrets," he says, leaning forward, kissing the exposed area of her neck.

"J-Just let me look at your face..." Nakimi begs. Mostly because she wants to see his handsome face, and not because so she can describe what he looked like for the criminal book back in Konoha and to help capture him. She was already a bit too turned on and in the mood to go back to hating him.

"You're begging?" Tobi teases, his voice still sounding like he had just inhaled balloon gas.

"No..." Nakimi gets a bit quiet, her nervous side taking over.

"Then what's this?" His hand is gently rubbing her slit, which is already underneath her pretty dress. "Horny, eh?" He suddenly sounds older and mature, his voice deeper and sexier like it was, before.

"Stop it! STOP!" Nakimi resists and grabs his wrist. Her fingertips can't even touch each other since her hands are so small. "N-No...!"

"Let me do what I wish..." he growls and grabs her attacking wrist so fast Nakimi winces when he slams it against the cool brick wall. She's sure that it is broken, but she doesn't know for sure. "Stop resisting. It's futile," he whispers, the growling sound gone, but he's still angry.

Nakimi bites her lip. "N-No... I-I won't let yo -"

The feelings are too good, and his finger just touches that one love button that makes her pretty much unable to resist. He keeps on doing it, and before she knows it her dress is untied and her breasts are exposed. Nakimi moans when she feels the air touch her hardened nipples. Doing it in such a public place where anyone could see her... it was turning her on.

"You want me to stop now?" He asks, chuckling as he inhales her sweet scent.

"N-No... Continue on, please..." Nakimi swears at herself for letting herself indulge in what he is allowing her to feel. "Ahh! More!" Her head is tilted up, and she bites her lower lip. Suddenly, he stops thrusting his finger in her pussy, and retreats, letting a cool wave of air wash over her body, since his body heat is gone. "N-Nani?" (What?)

"I'll save your virginity for another much more suitable time and place," he says, as if frustrated. Nakimi notices the bulge in his pants, and she touches it, cupping it in her hands. Shocked, he stares at her wide-eyed. "Stop it, wench." He smacks her hand away, since it's obviously painful for him, as well.

"Uhm..." Nakimi feels stupid for what she did, although she knows that the man enjoyed it. He gives her tits another hard tweak before watching her tie up her dress around her neck, and fix her panties, which were lace. "Err... I'm still horny." Nakimi was still shy, but felt much more open after her rapist had done all of that to her. She starts touching her slit, right in front of him.

"Bitch... Stop that." He grabs her wrists hard, squeezing it, and gives her a warning look through that one hole in his mask, showing a scary Sharingan in a different form Nakimi can't recognize. "Let's go." His voice deep, like it had been, he takes her back to the booth, and Nakimi is even more embarrassed.

"Back so soon, eh?" Hidan asks, rubbing Sheena's sides.

"Shut up, Hidan," Tobi snarls, and Hidan rolls his eyes. "We're going back."

"So soon!" Akuma whines. "I haven't even gotten any penis yet!" She pouts. Lily rolls her eyes and sighs, probably glaring at Akuma.

"Dumb slut. Let's go. You heard him," Lily orders, and they head out of the club together, looking not strange at all. After all, a pink-faced, blushing girl was common in a club like that, where sexual things were often done, and two mysterious, handsome men flanked by two cute girls were not an odd sight.

"W-Where are we going?" Nakimi nervously asked her rapist, looking up at him.

"You'll find out soon enough," Lily answered for him, smirking.

xxx

Wonderful. Wonderful chapter. Just simply wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

Now review. Oh please, please review. Review, or I'll shove Hidan's scythe up your ass! Wonderful, fantastic reviews! Wonderfully reviewers of mine, simply review!