I'm not sure how long I want this story to be. Give or take 13 or more chapters I guess. If you guys wanna review to gimme some new ideas then I'm sure I might be able to incorporate them! I'll give credit to you so don't worry about that part. I'll also give a shout out to you even if I don't use your idea, just for you to list some ideas. So please help in doing so if you want this story to be longer!

Konan

"I should report this to Leader-sama. This is my fault, I should've kept a better eye on Hoshi. Please be okay."

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"How much do you think she'll sell for?"

"Who knows, all I know is she'll make a hefty amount."

A chuckle was emitted and another one joined along. I groaned slightly as I tried to open the gates to my vision. It took a few good seconds for my sight to actually turn the blurs into clear, distinctive images. Big metal bars. Grey stoned walls and floor. Dark dimly lit place. Some other cells accompanied the one I now reside in. Metal hand cuffs jutted out the wall that held my hands together. Great. I'm in a dungeon. Am I suppose to play damsel in distress while my knight in shining armor slay the dragon to set me free? Oh that'd be nice...

"She's awake." a voice echoed.

My eyes scanned the outside of the cell, squinting as it adjust to the darkness. My gaze fell upon two men. One was an old man that was pudgy, his stomach sticking out so badly that the buttons on his white shirt was threatening to burst. On the outside he wore a brown suit, a business man perhaps. He had white hair on the back of his head, the front was bald. He had a tiny white mustache at the top of his lips though.

The other had dark green eyes with blondish almost white hair. And why does he have Gaara's outfit when he was little (1)? Well, obviously without the gourd. The white sash seemed to be missing too. Maybe he's like a bodyguard for the first guy?

As they came to my cell and stood in front of it, I began to ask them questions.

"Why am I here? What do you plan on doing with me?"

"Auction you of course." the business looking man answered.

"Auction? What do you take me for? Some kinda object?" I growled.

"No. I take you as something that will get me rich." he smiled slyly.

I glared, oh lookie, another bitch added to my list. If my list keeps increasing at this rate, I might have to get a new brain just to keep track.

I instantly knew what they were talking about. These bastards were planning on selling me off to some rapists or some shit like that so they can get the money. Some of the girls that get bought are either sex objects or slaves working for some spoiled rich ass (2). No fuckin' way am I gonna become one of them.

"How many are in here anyway?" I could only see the one empty cell in front of mine, so I had no clue on how many ended up with a poor fate like this.

"I'm guessing around a few thousand." he stated as he waved his hand around like it was no big deal.

"What? How could you be so cruel? You heartless fuckin' asshole!" I screamed.

Okay I gotta admit. Normally I'm all up for destruction and havoc or whatnot, but this is sexism! I will not tolerate sexism! And 5 thousand grand will go to the winner who can guess what that bastard did next!

A) Let me go free.
B) Laugh and agree with me.
C) Slapped me.
D) Beat me for the rest of the night.
E) C and D

If you chose E, you are absolutely right! Here's your prize: Enjoying watching me get beat up for the rest of the night! Yes, I lied about the 5 thousand grand.

"Don't you ever say that again, pet." he spat on my face, emphasizing the word pet.

I spat in his eye, "And if I don't feel like it?" I smirked, knowing that I was getting on his nerves.

So like I said up there, he beat me for the rest of the night. Sad I didn't get to feel it though. Sasori turned me into a puppet, and this asshole wanted to see me bleed and make me "well-mannered" before the people started to choose me. Since my body was made out of wood, I didn't bleed, which made him continue for the whole night. After the sun came up though, he got tired and doze off so I kicked him in the corner. Heavy sleeper.

The blond whitey left though. He got bored after the first hour. I sighed, what to do and how to escape? I wonder, if I pull on my arms hard enough, will they come off? After a few minutes of experimenting, the result was no. Why did Sasori-san make me so durable? I mean, since when did wood become steel? I decided to kick my way out. I front flipped and twisted my body around, that way I now faced the wall. I kicked it with all my might. And guess what happened? Turns out that I'm at the edge of this "dungeon" and that it's piled with layers of durable bricked walls. No good luck at all. Why have you forsaken me Kami-sama?

I guess I'll just-

BOOM!

Am I going paranoid?

BOOM!

Okay maybe not. It sounds familiar, and the earth shakin' feels familiar too. That noise is probably Deidara's bombs. Nothin' new. Wait...PLAY THAT BACK. DEIDARA? And BOMBS? I grinned, "Yes! They're breaking me out!" I thought to myself. On cue, Sasori-san, who was in Hiruko once again, smashed the wall I had just been laying against with his tail. I had never been more happier to see him in my life! But he doesn't seem so excited about it...He actually seems to be glaring. Uh-oh...he still isn't over it...I slumped back.

As if trying to put me on my guard, he smashed my hand cuffs, narrowly missing my head by 1 cm. Jeez I know that you're pissed but don't take it out on me for fuck's sake! Even though I'm the one who got you mad in the first place...okay never mind...

"Come on, brat. What're you waiting for? Christmas?" he snarled.

"No I'm waiting for you to calm your fuckin' steamin' ass down." I scoffed to myself.

He began to run to somewhere, probably to Deidara, so I followed him. As we reached a clearing, I was dumbfounded. Where was Deidara? Seems like I spoke too soon, Deidara was riding on a...bird? It looked like it was made of clay, and detailed too. But Kisame said Deidara made clay sculptures with his hands. How would his hand-mouths be able to chew out that thing? And how was it moving as if it were living?

"Hope on Hoshi!" smiled Deidara.

Guess I'll ask him later. So I hopped on the bird. Then Deidara flew the bird towards the Akatsuki base.

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"So how did you make that bird?" I inquired.

Deidara went into a long speech, talking about how his techniques worked. We were in the Akatsuki base now, the kitchen more specifically. As our conversation dragged on longer, some time later Konan burst in the room.

"Hoshi! I heard you were back!" she hugged me.

I grinned, "Missed me?"

She smiled, then it was replaced by a frown a second later, "I'm sorry you got kidnapped. It's all my fault. I should've kept a closer eye on you."

"Don't give yourself so much credit." My trademark smirk spread across my face.

This time Konan's smile stayed, "Oh yeah, Leader-sama needs to see you."

"What for?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"I'm not sure. It might be a mission." and she began to lead me through the maze of the Akatsuki base to reach Leader-sama.

When we reached the door, Konan turned the doorknob and led us inside. It was almost as dark as I remembered. Except this time there was more light for me to actually see a person already in front of Leader-sama's desk. Sasori-san. Oh great...

"Ah good, you're here Hoshi. Sasori, Hoshi, you two are to complete a mission. It will be just the two of you, making it a two man squad."

I grimaced. For a second I thought I saw Sasori-san glare, but when I checked to make sure, he was wearing his usual bored expression.

"The details of the mission are in this scroll," he tossed the bundled scroll to Sasori-san, "you will leave by tomorrow noon. Do not fail me."

"Hai." we both said in unison and left the room.

I thought about the awkwardness of going on the mission with Sasori-san if our relationship was this shattered, so I tried to apologize.

"Ne, Sasori-san, listen...I'm sorry about wh-"

He lashed out at me, "I don't need your stupid pathetic apologies. Try not to make yourself a bother during the mission." he glared at me for the last part, then shoved passed me to make his point more clear.

Maybe I was safer when I was kidnapped (3).

(1) -In this situation, I thought about making it easier than to just restate what Kyouku looked like again, so Hoshi has seen Gaara before, during the Chuunin Exams.

(2) -I'm not sure if this happens in the U.S., but it happens in China and I think it might happen in Japan too. Not sure, but that's where I got the idea. If you watch Chinese dramas or One Piece (Keimi/Camie the mermaid), you'll know what I'm talking about.

(3) -For those of you who don't get the title, this is why. The "Or Not..." part is talking about how Hoshi feels like the part when she was kidnapped was safer than hanging with Sasori, so the "Rescued? Or Not..." part is like saying she was rescued, meaning she should be safe away from danger, here's where the "Or Not" part comes in: when Sasori was assigned the same mission as Hoshi, seeing as how Sasori seems to want to rip Hoshi's head off on the spot.

I'd really appreciate it if people write reviews to tell me some ideas I could use for this story. I feel like my plot isn't really good or satisfying for you guys. And I'd like to have you guys participate in the story if you like it because you're the reason why I'm writing it in the first place. I know I don't beg for reviews and that it's a very annoying thing (which is why I refrain from doing it) but I seriously think your ideas will be better than mine. So if you'll spend some time to come up with an appropriate end (and maybe some new twists to the plot) than I'd appreciate it a lot. As always, thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it~