Hey Guys here's the next chapter!
Warnings: There is a little bit of foul language other than that there is only slightly obsessive fan girls and occasional bloody nose from pissed off woman. Oh and OOC characters. Also I have done my best on appearances some I have changed a little bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Naruto I do however own SaiKura and Akira and I am currently borrowing Lylas from my friend who has given me permission to use her.
Throbbing. Everything was throbbing. And why the hell was it so warm?
I was drifting somewhere in between asleep and awake. Somewhere in my mind I realized I must have a fever or something because there was no way that I could be unconscious with the way I was feeling. Someone kept pushing my hair back and whispering words that I couldn't understand. I could hear screaming, but then I would slip into very weird dreams.
Most of them were settled around Lylas. Sometimes they were just random little snippets of her cooking or reading a book. Others were more elaborate. One was about her on a mission with some ANBU. Which was weird in the first place, Lylas and the ANBU weren't known for there friendliness toward each other. (That is a completely different and long story.)
They were searching for something. They talked sometimes, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. It sounded gargled and somewhat other worldly. Lylas argued with them constantly, so constantly that one time she distracted them well for them to miss the bandits that surrounded the camp. One of the bandits targeted Lylas and she didn't notice. Panic rose high in me and without thinking about it I screamed her name and as if she could hear me she whipped around and spotted the danger.
I didn't get to see if she was attacked or not.
Suddenly I was gasping for air as if I had been held under water way to long. Well I was certainly drenched enough for that. Akira held my hair out of the way as I puked into a conveniently placed bucket by the bed side. Warmth spread into me from the hand placed firmly on my back. I couldn't help but notice that I was naked.
Flopping unceremoniously back onto the bed I groaned. "Fuck." I muttered. Akira just chuckled. She looked like hell. Her golden brown hair fell messily from a ponytail and her silver eyes looked haunted and she was entirely to thin. "You OK?" I asked trying to sit up, so could examine her a bit more. A well placed shove at my injured shoulder had me back on the bed in no time. It was disconcerting how weak I was.
"I can't believe the woman who spent a week in a fever asked me if I'm OK." "I had a fever?" I knew that was the case, it was just the fact that she could tell with my skin that surprised me. As if she read my mind she nodded and said. "I couldn't tell. But one of the other men told me that it was deceptive." She looked uncomfortable. "Where are we?" I asked. She glanced uneasily to the side.
We were in a room. It was plain, with white walls, dark furniture and two doors. The one next to the head of the bed I assumed was a bathroom door. Akira was glancing at the other door. Leaning in her voice lowered considerably. "I don't know where we are, but I can tell you we're not in good hands." "The Akatsuki." I supplied. She nodded. "Yes. I woke a day after I was knocked out in the hallway. I was terrified, because I couldn't find you." Her voice cracked, but she pressed on. "I remember seeing you disappear around the corner and I couldn't…. I couldn't find you. I woke in an unfamiliar room and the blond guy, you know the one that fell through the ceiling, he told me you were dying and you needed my Chi. I couldn't contain my panic. One because we are in enemy territory and two I was afraid you would die before I could thank you."
I was confused, my brain wasn't keeping up. "Thank me? Thank me for what?" I asked. She smiled sadly. "You were the only reason I didn't fall apart when I was in the hell hole of a place." Pain flittered across her face. Worry became bright in my veins and I sat up abruptly, earning myself a reproachful look from the silver eyed woman. "What did they do to you?"
There was a pause, and then suddenly I had an armful of a crying Akira. I held onto her tightly and shushed her as she cried. "They hooked me up to machines." She choked out between sobs. "They drained me constantly of my Chi until I was screaming. It hurt. And I couldn't stop it. They said that it would end soon and I believed them every time. I had to or I thought I would go crazy." I held her all the more tightly.
It was only when Akira fell into a deep sleep; much needed sleep that I realized that I must have smelled like a dog that was hit by the spray of a skunk. Obviously Akira didn't mind, but I did. Problem was I was pinned and I really didn't want to risk moving because that might mean waking Akira and I certainly did not want to do that. So I resigned myself to getting comfortable and falling asleep.
Lylas cleaned her kunai on a bit of cloth that she got off of one of the dead Bandits. Some of the ANBU were checking the area for more, but she was sure that they wouldn't find anything. That left only one thing for her to think about. Who was the one that alerted her to the bandits' presence? It hadn't been a direct shout at her; actually it had been more of a whisper. A whisper that came from mouth that knew what they wanted to say but couldn't quiet get the words past their lips.
It had sounded familiar but she couldn't quiet place it. Kakashi waved over to her and she pushed the issue to the back of her mind. It could be dealt with later. Right now she had a color challenged friend to save.
I woke with the most insane urge to pee. Carefully I maneuvered Akira into a comfortable position on the sheets and stood up. Of course that's when the door decided to open and a man with back length black hair appeared. He was a good 6'3" with a lean but definitely muscled body. His eyes were black and he was pale. Not like a sickly pale but it was a healthy pale. He wore black pants and a long sleeved dark purple shirt.
I raised an eyebrow at him as he stopped to stare at me. His face was expressionless so I assumed that he was really indifferent about the naked woman standing in the middle of the room. "Hello." I said. "I'd love to chat, but I have to pee really badly." With that I disappeared into the bathroom. Once I was relieved I ventured back out into the room wrapped in a towel that I found on the towel rod in there. The man was rummaging in the small dresser against the adjacent wall.
He barely glanced up at me until he pulled out some black pants and a long sleeved black shirt. He threw them at me. "Take a shower." He said. His voice was deep and surprisingly warm. "And wear those, they'll be huge on you but it's better than anything else." "Is this you're room?" I asked. He nodded. I smiled weakly. "Thanks for allowing us to monopolize your room." Hey he may be a dangerous, murdering, uncaring missing nin on a mission, but he was at least a kind dangerous, murdering, uncaring missing nin.
He stared blankly at me for a moment. I felt awkward standing there with only shirt and pants as a weapon, so I fled to the bathroom.
The warm water felt nice on my skin and I felt a whole months worth of grime wash down my body and I suddenly felt lighter. I scrubbed hard at my body and the bathroom smelled strongly of oranges. I must have stood under the spray for about an hour and I was surprised when I turned off the water that it wasn't cold.
Drying myself off, I almost jumped at the sight of myself in the mirror. I looked like shit. My raven black hair fell in tatters down my back. My bone jutted out painfully under my pale skin and dark circles laid under my hazel eyes. Damn. Quickly I pulled on the pants and laughed. There was a huge difference between 6'3" and 5'7" so I had to roll the legs up quiet a bit. The shirt was huge as well and fell off my shoulders a bit but a least it didn't fall to low.
Examining myself in the mirror again I made a quick decision. Finding a pair of scissors in the draws of the sink I snipped off my hair to in between my shoulder blades and threw my hair into a ponytail. I mourned the loss of hair for only a moment before throwing it in the small trashcan.
Akira was still asleep on the bed so I decided to explore. I half expected the door to be locked so I was a bit surprised that I was able to open it. I found myself into a surprisingly normal looking white hallway. The room we were in was the last door of ten doors at the end of the hall. I appeared to be in a normal house. Well a normal big house housing missing nin. Shaking that thought I made my descent down the hall and turned into another hallway with more doors.
I would have opened each one of them if it weren't for the fact that the smell of pancakes lured me further down the hall. The hallway opened up to a spacious living room. The carpet was white like the rest of the house, with dark furniture and a huge TV. The walls were painted a dark red and on the opposite wall off the opening of the hallway, there were two white doors on either side of the wall. I chose the left door.
It gave way to a big beautiful kitchen. The walls were painted a light blue and the appliances were all back. The counters were black and white marble and the tile on the floor was just plain white. A 6 foot man stood at the stove with his back to me. His hair was short and fiery red. He was lean and his skin tan. He wore dark wash blue jeans and a dark blue long sleeved shirt. And what's this? No shoes? Ah a man after my own heart.
Once again I was overcome by the smell of pancakes. It felt kind of weird to stand in this kitchen without notifying this person, but I was afraid of being rejected food. I suddenly lurched forward when the door behind me was flung carelessly open. The red head turned around to look and seemed surprised to see me. The man who opened the door was the blond guy I saw come through the ceiling back at the hell hole (This is what I had officially dubbed it as). Up close it was easier to see what he looked like.
He was easily 6'2" with past the shoulders blond hair that was held in a ponytail, piercing blue eyes, lean body and tan skin. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a white tank top. He also wore no shoes. Wow so far I had met up with the most gorgeous men I have ever met. (Barring Kakashi of course.) We stared at each other for a few moments before the red head cleared his throat. "Would you like some pancakes?" I smiled brightly. "Yes!" He smiled weakly before turning back toward the stove.
The blond continued to stare at me. "You look awful." He said finally. He had to duck quickly as a fork was thrown at him and embedded itself in the wall behind him. By the state of the wall this didn't seem like a new occurrence. The red head glared at him. "Watch it Deidara or I might just skin you for her." Deidara just shrugged as if I was an old threat and I laughed. "It's fine." I said. "I know I don't look particularly amazing." "Doesn't mean he has to open his mouth and say something about it." The red head muttered.
"What's your name?" I know it was random, but I wanted to know the name of the man that was going to feed me. "Sasori." He replied turning back to his cooking. Nodding I committed it to memory, and then turned back to Deidara. "Ok so why exactly am I here? You could have killed me and just left me there." Deidara tensed a bit. "Quiet frankly," he said, obviously controlling what he said, "I'm exactly sure. Contrary to popular belief we don't always kill everyone we fight and technically we never fought you. So we put it to vote and it was voted that you would come with us."
"Does that mean you'll allow me to go home?" I couldn't help but hope. But I wasn't in the least bit surprised when Deidara shook his head. I was however surprised by the look of guilt he sported. I wanted to ask more questions but Sasori forced a plate of pancakes into my hand and directed me out into the dining room through another door.
The dining room was painted the same color as the living room and sported a huge dark oak table. The room had a huge window that overlooked vast fields of green. I didn't recognize anything. I was well and truly stuck where I was. The people I had met so far didn't seem like the guys that Naruto had warned me about. He warned me of cold blooded killers with no emotions or compassion. I met men who gave me cloths, medical care and food. As far as I was concerned I wasn't dead yet.
Hell I imagined big burly men that lived in underground tunnels and smelled, but yet I'm stuck with gorgeous men that know how to cook! How fucked up is that? I ate the surprisingly amazing pancakes in silence and watched the wind ripple over the grassy lands. 'Ok.' I thought. 'I need to come up with a way to get out of here. I don't think we want to overstay our welcome to much. I have a country to run and Shinomaru can only do so much before the Elders take over.' I shuddered at the thought. Great now I'm going to have to come up with something fast.
Whoo hoo! It's done. Sorry no nosebleeds in this chapter but they are guaranteed in the next one. Reviews are love!