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Beeteedubs! This is rewritten. The end happened a bit too fast, so I just edited that :D

Chapter 5

Hello Alone

I feel so helpless when I'm waiting for your return…

When will you be back?

It was scary being alone in the Akatsuki base without Hikari or Tobi. I felt empty…weak…I refused to leave my room, because in all honesty, I couldn't trust anyone around here, lest I risk the chance of getting raped or murdered. After all, I sure as hell didn't know what these guys were really capable of.

Hikari had moved me into her room shortly after I had healed up pretty nicely, and told me that her home, was my home, and that I could make myself comfortable while she was gone. At the time—god only knows what possessed me to think so—I had thought she meant when she left to go socialize with the other members. I knew for certain that I wouldn't be doing much of that—if at all—but it sure as hell didn't register that she would be going on missions without me. It wasn't her fault she had left me, so I couldn't get mad at her, like I would have with anyone else. Regardless of it, though, I was frightened of being without her. She was the only person I really trusted…aside from Tobi. But he was gone too.

Silly fucking girl.

Haven't you learned that you can't trust anyone?

You mean nothing to them. They don't give a shit about you.

My head throbbed, softly urging a groan from my pale purple lips. I hadn't heard from that stupid voice since she left… Damn it all too fucking hell. My head smashed back against the pillow hard, and although there wasn't much brute force when against a pillow, I had hoped it would at least shut the voice up… Like I was smothering it with the fluffy thing, or something of the like.

You can't kill me, bitch.

I've told you plenty of times the only way you can get rid of me is to kill yourself.

So it didn't shut up. Great. I tried to focus on other things. Like how long it had been since my being recruited to the Akatsuki… I think it was two weeks of my being able to function properly. It had taken about a week for me to heal properly, and gain a bit of weight. So roughly three weeks all together.

Huh…almost a month had passed…and nobody had started looking for me. Not that I really expected it, after all, I had no real family…nor any real friends, and I wasn't necessarily living anywhere that people would recognize my disappearance…I guess I was just sorta hoping for some sort of acknowledgment to my existence?

Once again, stupid girl.

Nobody cares about you.

You're invisible to everyone.

"SHUT UP! I'M NOT INVISIBLE! PEOPLE CAN SEE ME! PEOPLE CARE ABOUT ME! I'M NOT ALONE!" I had snapped. I was tired of this… I couldn't take it anymore. But I knew I was only fooling myself—that my words were just fallacies made to reassure myself. I was beginning to create my own world, in which people did care, and people noticed me. Or was I? It could very well be a possibility with this new life as an Akatsuki…Perhaps I was just imagining Hikari caring for me, simply for the fact that she had given me a warm smile. It was very possible. I had done it before.

My fingers—painted a deep pink that looked red as per Hikari's choice—dug into the mass of straw that was my hair, and it was then that I realized I still hadn't taken that shower I wanted… It had slipped my mind, because whenever I did go out, it was raining, my body would get soaked, and for as long as I had lived, that was kinda like my shower. Nature's own personal luxury.

I pulled angrily at the hair on my head till I was sure I would start bleeding before I stood from my bed. I glanced down at the soft white sheets that were a tad mussed up, and pouted. I had OCD. I could not have my bed looking like a hot mess—even if it was just a simple sheet tossed carefully to the side. With shaky hands, I pulled the sheets off the bed, and folded them neatly, before placing them at the foot of the bed. I would wash them before I slept in them again. I recalled Hikari telling me where the laundry room was, but I was definitely not going to go out into the hallway…and walk aimlessly around a place I didn't know—risking bumping into some sex deprived super tall freak, i.e. anyone of the Akatsuki members, save for Itachi…And Tobi… and as much as I hate to admit it, Deidara. Instead, I simply went over to the armoire on the western wall, picking out a t-shirt and a skirt of Hikari's. She had allowed me to borrow some of her clothes until Kakuzu paid me at the end of this week, when she would take me shopping.

Albeit her clothes were a bit too big for me—minus a certain busty area that I wanted to tear off every time I moved—it was still nice not having to wear the same clothes over and over again like I had been used too. The t-shirt I had picked was a plain orange one, and the skirt was a simple black—I felt kinda like Tobi-kun.

A tiny little blush crept onto my cheeks at the thought of the spontaneous hyper active shinobi. We had formed a sort of special bond. He was my best friend—where as Hikari was like my sister. I found him cute in his own way, and as creepy as it sounded, I admit to being sort of attracted to him. He was so mysterious, and yet at the same time so loveable. He gave me bone crushing hugs when I needed them the most without really asking. It was like he knew when I was upset.

I shook my head. Best keep my mind empty for a bit. If I thought too much, the id would come back… That's what I called it. And id monster. Because at the moment, I had no godly idea what the hell it was.

With slow, careful steps, I made my way over to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. It had a black red and white theme to it—most like the rest of the Akatsuki hideout—with black and white checkered tiles on the floor and in the shower, red walls, and black marble countertops. The separate bathtub was your typical white tub, built into the ground. Placing my clothes carefully on the sink, I moseyed on to the cabinets on the right side of the bathroom, where Hikari told me she kept towels, wash cloths, spongeys and other such things. I pulled a white towel from there, along with a black wash cloth before turning the water in the shower to as hot as it could go. I was certain a calming hot shower would help to clear my thoughts.

At least I hoped so…

*~*Tobidara's POV*~*

The mission we had been sent on had taken much longer than it should have. In all honesty, I wanted to severely hurt Deidara for taking so long with his 'art'. He had kept me away from my precious Tsu long enough and I wouldn't be surprised if we got back and found her in the same condition she had been before we had saved her. I wouldn't be very happy with that.

Deidara and Hikari were currently taking their sweet ass time, giggling about some inside joke that I couldn't have been more interested in—hence the reason why I had started running as fast as I could to the hideout. I wanted to see her. I wanted to hold her. God I fucking missed her.

It was strange really. I had never truly cared much for anyone before, but here I was, completely absorbed by this girl. Before I forced Pein to make her one of us, I began noticing her more. I had seen her around the Uchiha compound before the massacre, hanging with Itachi, but I never thought much—for the simple fact that she was a child, and I, an adult. Years had passed though and she grew into a beautiful young woman. One that I could not ignore, no matter how many times I tried. I had even noticed that even when she was younger, I would check up on her to make sure she was safe. I had no idea that it would escalate into this. In a sense, I wasn't that bothered by it. I cared about her, and that's all that mattered.

I arrived at the hideout at promptly three o'clock in the afternoon, and as soon I had transported myself to the floor where the rooms were, I ran towards Hikari's, knowing full well that Tsuki would still be there. God I would just throw myself against her and hold her as tight as I could. I shoved the door open quickly, and closed it behind myself just as swiftly, then I turned to face the entire room, noting that Tsuki was nowhere to be seen.

I knew she would never leave the room without me or Hikari, so where was she? I stalked over to the bed, with the sheets taken off, folded neatly on the end. She must've wanted to wash them, but was too scared to leave. A chuckle escaped my lips, and I brushed the tips of my gloved fingers against her bed. Soon, I could have her in my bed, which, mind you, was much larger and much more comfortable. She'd look so… A sudden sound hit my ears, and I snapped my head up, breaking myself from my train of thought. It sounded as if something had fell in the shower—perhaps a bottle of shampoo.

That's where she disappeared too. Smirking I crept closer towards the bathroom door, peeking my head through it a bit. I slowly pulled my mask up so I could commit her body to memory with my sharingan. She was beautiful—and so oblivious to my being there. I watched as she turned her body so her front side was facing me. Her eyes were closed in a peaceful manner, and her mouth was parted ever so slightly as she breathed softly. Her hair stuck idly onto her forehead, draping down over her cheeks, then towards her shoulders where it disappeared down her back. I watched as her face contorted into a pained look—as if someone had severely hurt her, and she dug her nails into her scalp. It had only been a few seconds, but I nearly jumped in and comforted her. I hated seeing her in pain. She was fine in a few seconds though, back to the calm peaceful look she had held before.

I traced every curve of her body with my eyes, starting from the soft outline of her hips—that had begun to grow back in as opposed to the sunken in look they had before—then made my way up her body, over the supple skin of her stomach, my gaze lingering on her velvety looking breasts. I swear to god they were perfect. I had the urge to feel her. To touch her everywhere. I continued watch as she ran her hands along her body slowly, washing off suds from the body wash she had used. The bottle fell again, and I heard her curse softly to herself as she turned and bent over, giving me a full view of her. I smirked more.

I had then noticed that on her lower back, right in the dimples of it, there were four small balls, placed at even distances. She had more piercings? I'd love to experiment and find her others. I closed my eyes slowly, releasing the sharingan, but I refused to take my eyes off of her. At least until Hikari came. She pressed her door open, without hurry, and laughed a bit, before closing the door again. She walked to her dresser and gazed into the mirror, tilting her head a bit.

"Tobi-kun? What are you doing in here?" At this point I had moved so I was sitting on Tsuki's bed, making it look like I hadn't tried anything funny. I knew Hikari's temper wasn't exactly the best when it came to creeping around like that.

"Tobi just wanted to say hi to Tsuki-chan." I jumped from the bed, and darted for the door, acting as childishly as possible. "Will Hika-chan tell Tsu-Tsu that Tobi came here?" She smiled sweetly at me and nodded, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

"Of course Tobi. I'll see you later, kay?" With a quick nod, I left their room, making a bee-line straight for my room. I wanted to remember Tsuki's body in complete peace.

*~*Tsuki's POV*~*

My shower didn't last nearly as long as I had liked, but it was better than nothing. I heard a few familiar voices—aside from the ones in my head thank god—outside of the bathroom which was what initially made me get out. I really could have stayed all day.

The only thing I caught from the conversation was 'Of course Tobi. I'll see you later.' They were back!

Excitement poured over my body alongside its friend, relief, while my hands worked nimbly to dry off my hair and body. A skirt slid easily over tanned thin legs, hanging loosely on skinny legs, and a t-shirt slipped quickly over a head and upper torso. Small feet pushed themselves and their baggage out of the steamy bathroom—darting as fast as possible to the pale-skinned, white haired Hikari. Slender arms snaked around the waist of the woman, earning a light laugh. Her voice was beautiful.

"I missed you too Tsuki." She cooed softly, lifting her arm up a bit, glancing at me from the corners of her eyes. I nodded vigourously and dug my head into the small of her back. I didn't want to let go. I had missed her so much. "I saw your sheets on your bed. Wanna go wash them?" She pulled me away from her, but it was in a gentle way, and not forceful at all. Once again a nod came from me, as she went to go pick them up from my bed.

Beating her to the chase, I snatched up the bed sheets, running for the door. I had never been so eager to do anything in my life. I had never shown so much emotion.

Your emotion is just a farce.

You're not happy at all, stupid, stupid girl.

A growl nearly left my lips, but I swallowed it, calming down in the slightest while waiting for Hikari to come to the door. She glanced in the mirror one last time, then came next to me. "I have to stop at Deidara's room really quick, Tsuki-chan. I hope that doesn't bother you.

Although it was a bit odd to me that the two were spending a lot more time with each other, I couldn't say no. I was scared she'd hit me for not complying with her choice. A shiver ran down my spine in a chilling way, and soon, we were making our way to the blonde haired terrorist's room.

He was shirtless, for god only knows what reason, with a hand resting on the hem of his pants, and the other above his head on the door frame. A glare was sent in my direction, but I didn't catch it. My eyes were gazing down at the sheets in my hands. There was no way in hell I'd look at him. He hated me, for whatever his reasons were. I couldn't face someone who hated me.

Hikari seemed infatuated with him. Her eyes never left his, her smile grew whenever he said her name, her body seemed to tense when he ran his fingers through his hair which in turn flexed his muscles. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the two were dating—just by judging the way they spoke to each other.

She was giving him such a look of adoration…I was jealous.

Why don't you get rid of him, Girl?

You could very easily do so.

I shook my head roughly. Not now. Please. I couldn't do that to Hikari. If she loved him, I'd destroy her. I'd lose the only person who cared for me. I'd cause pain that shouldn't exist but out of selfish needs, had come to life. I could be making her biggest fears come to life with the snap of my fingers…but then… she'd turn out like me…I wouldn't wish that on anyone, no matter who it was.

"Tsuki, we're going now. I just wanted to make sure he reported the mission so I wouldn't have to." Her smile was still on her lips. It stretched from ear to ear, her entire body seeming to glow. She radiated happiness, completeness, and pure bliss. She was a whole person, and her other half had to have been Deidara.

"H-Hikari-san… I murmured, taking small baby like steps to fall behind her just a bit. Fear crept to the forefront of my mind, tapping at my skull, waiting to break out, waiting to destroy me.

"Yes?"

I closed my eyes tightly willing the headache away. Couldn't I just talk for once without being shy? Without feeling like I was dying? "Are…Are you and D-Deidara-san…t-together?" My brow scrunched together, my muscles tensed, and a whimper was getting ready to leave my lips—waiting for the strike she was supposed to make. I waited, but it never came. Why not? Wouldn't she have gotten mad at me?

Taking a quick glance at her through my eyelashes, I saw that she was staring at me incredulously. What did I do?

Please don't hate me…

"H-how… What makes you think that, Tsuki-chan?" I tilted my head a bit, shrugging my shoulders. Wasn't it obvious? There were so many clues, I mean… I was surprised no one else caught on.

"Well… It's j-just that you're a-always… around him… And th-the way you look at him… I just assumed…" No other words left my lips. I was just too terrified. I could only imagine what she would do to me…

Nothing came though. All the pain that I had expected her to dish out on me never hit. Instead, a sigh left her lips and she ushered me to a tall black door that I supposed led into the laundry room. I would've gotten lost if I tried to go on my own.

Soft golden amber eyes closed sluggishly, before opening again, setting a gentle gaze towards me. Why wasn't she upset?

"I can only tell you if you promise not to tell anyone, Tsuki-chan, and I mean it. No one else can know yet." Was she dense? Of course I wouldn't tell! I barely talked to anyone in general, so what on earth could possibly posses me to want to tell anyone about her and the blonde? Then again…it was hard to trust anyone out her in the first place…understandable I guess.

I nodded, and I noticed her smile softly. Soft fingertips gently ran through the relatively long tresses of black and blonde hair, in a soothing motion. It felt so good…

Don't trust her, girl.

She didn't trust you, so why should you trust her, eh?

Don't be stupid, girl.

"She does..." The words came out as barely a whisper, nevertheless, Hikari heard it.

"What was that, hun?" Cherry red stained my cheeks as I looked away, shaking my head back and forth. It was so embarrassing! I spoke back to my mind while she was there…I'd be surprised if she didn't think I was crazy. "Alright, well, I'll show you how to use the machine here okay? So if you ever need to use it when I'm not here…" I shot her a look that clearly read 'are you serious', in turn making her laugh a little. "I'm just saying, Tsuki. If you do grow accustomed to this place, I want you to know how to use it."

Getting accustomed to the Akatsuki? The idea sounded a bit out there…but at the same time, it seemed probable. After all, if Hikari could do it…shit, if Tobi could do it, I could…Right?

I had been so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize she had begun the process of using the washing machine—not like I would have paid attention anyway. I was too busy committing the entire room to my memory, just in case I needed to hide anywhere—for god knows what reason—I knew all possible places.

It was a little ridiculous, but that was me. I always had a plan.

If you always had a plan, please tell me how you managed to get caught by the Akatsuki.

Your plans must be horrid.

I wouldn't expect anything more from a stupid child.

Pain etched into my features. I clawed at my scalp mercilessly. I wanted it to go away. Why wouldn't it go away?

I felt as if everything around me was crashing down. I couldn't see straight. My vision blurred then came back again. Numbers flashes before my eyes as if they were some sort of code, but they disappeared just as quickly. A loud ringing wouldn't stop hammering at my skull.

I wanted to scream out, but by the time my lips had parted, it was all gone. Everything had gone away.

Hikari was talking, but I couldn't hear her. It was as if I had gone temporarily deaf. She smiled sweetly at me, her hand motioning for me to follow her into the hallway. All I could muster was a scared expression. I felt pathetic, but there was nothing I could do. Soft pale fingers reached out like a lifeline, trying hard to pull me from the well that was going to drown me in insanity. She was trying to save me without even thinking about it.

"Hik-kari…" Her name fell from my lips in barely a whisper but she heard me. Kneeling down next to me, she gently pushed back my hair to feel my forehead. On instinct, I flinched back—but she wouldn't have that. Cold skin pressed against a warm forehead, the back of a skinny hand slowly feeling different areas of a scared face in an attempt to tell if a fever was running rampant. I wouldn't doubt it. I always got sick.

"Tsuki-chan, you're feeling just a bit warm. I think you should go lay down, and I'll go get you something to drink along with some medicine okay?" She pulled me to my feet, but all I could do was look up at her. How old is she? The question appeared out of nowhere, so I pushed it aside for later. It wasn't very important, after all.

Finally I nodded. I hoped none of the other Akatsuki would be in the hallway on our way back. Stupid headache was getting worse, and that wasn't something I'd want to fight with when dealing with another member.

With slow steps, Hikari led me out of the laundry room, and started to walk down the hall, her fingertips lightly trailing along one of the walls. It was icy to the touch, but refreshing at the same time. I soon followed suit, with the exception that I had leaned the entire left side of my body against it. I supposed doing so helped with the oncoming fever, because my strength started to return to me—if only just a tiny bit.

I hadn't realized Hikari had stopped walking—I was too far in my thoughts to realize it—but after walking into her and falling on my backside, I could clearly see hwy. Laying on the floor in somewhat an array of body parts was a certain silver haired Jashinist. His head—located a few feet away from his body was resting right by my foot—was still talking, cursing profanities as if it were ea new language that he had learned to speak fluently.

"Fucking ass! I swear to god Blondie I'm going to fucking kill you! You'll be my next fucking sacrifice to fucking Jashin-sama!" His voice was so close, and it made my headache worse. So much for no other Akatsuki… "Oi! Hikari! New Bitch! Why are you just fucking standing there? Do something you stupid fucking cunts!" His harsh words didn't seem to phase Hikari, as she only stepped away to search for the cause of the problem—Deidara—but they hit me like a brick. What was I supposed to do? I didn't know much medical ninjustsu, and there was no way in hell that I was going to fix this…mess. I was worthless again… I couldn't do anything to help…

Just like how you couldn't help your parents?

Your sister.

You couldn't help anyone if you…

Hidan's obnoxious voice killed the even more infuriating one in my head. "Hey, Tsuki, was it? Nice fucking panties! I didn't know you were a fucking thong girl? I would've fucking figured you were too fucking young for that kinda shit!" His laughter made my cheeks turn pink…no…bright red. He'd looked up my skirt! And he yelled out what kinda underwear I was wearing! Can you say embarrassment?

I heard angry footsteps over the sound of his laughter. Angry footsteps that made an echoing through the hall, followed by another set of footsteps that seemed less upset. Words were spoken in hushed tones, until the figure of Hikari came into view—Deidara nearly right behind her.

She was fuming. Her eyes held rage and no remorse for what she was going to do to him. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD OYU ABOUT HITTING ON MINOURS? AND TSUKI NONE THE LESS?" She growled out to him—or rather his head. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with. For those of you wondering, this had sort of happened before, when I was first conscious, Hidan had questioned if I was a whore or not—I couldn't quite place why he asked the question… Either way, Hikari had sent a powerful kick to the groin area—not pleasant at all.

You would think he would learn his lesson, right?

Wrong.

"Oi! It's not my fucking fault that this slut is fucking walking around inna short ass fucking skirt showing off her fucking shit with slutty ass panties! I mean really!" More heat rushed to my cheeks. I wanted him to just stop shouting out my business… please?

Hikari's aura suddenly burst into flames as pure ire radiated from her skin. Was she really going to do what I think she was…

Her chakra shot down to her left leg as she readied herself for a powerful kick, and Hidan felt it just as much as everyone else.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GUNNA FUCKING…" Hikari kicked his head as far as she possibly could—all th way to the other end of the hallway—which was rather far—and smirked.

It was a perfect punt. That'd beat any football player's kick any day! Woo! Field goal for the home team! Let's goooooo!

Her lips curved upwards in a smile when there was a faint "thump" from where Hidan had hit hard.

"Alright, now that that is done…"

I stopped listening. Not to be rude, but simply to observe Hikari, and her blonde counterpart who I had almost forgotten was there. He was staring at her again, with a serious look of lust in his eyes. He scanned up and down her body slowly before reaching out a mouthed hand to rest gently on her waist. She didn't jump when his tongue hit her skin, but she sure did tense up a lot.

"Hik-kari-chan…you and-d-D-Dei-dara are dat-ting…aren't you?" The blonde's ocean blue eyes shot to glare in my direction as he gripped Hikari's waist tight. He seemed to ignore the fact that Hikari was there… He ignored the fact the Kakuzu was walking down the hall holding Hidan's cursing head towards us to retrieve the rest of his body.

Deidara tensed more, growling lowly. I wished I was invisible. I wanted to disappear… Go away…Go awa—

"HOW THE FUCK DOES SHE KNOW?"

So... there's that Chapter. It took me a few days… and then my computer had a suicide attempt… AND DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN! FOURTEEN PAGES OF GOODNESS LOST!

I rewrote it, but there's still a lot that happened that I didn't put in this chapter, so it's going to go in the next one. I just wanted to post this for you guys, because Exam week is this week, and I probably won't be able to update. I'm going to try, but you might not get anything 'til Saturday, or Sunday. Either way, I hope that this was good enough

I promise I'll make it up to you guys in the next chapter!

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