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Anywayyy, Here's chapter six for you guys… I don't have much to say nao except that the POV'S switch between Hikari and Tsuki a few times, so maybe in the afterthought! :D TAKE IT AWAY ITA-KUN!

Itachi: Luna-chan doesn't own me…or Naruto for that matter. She only owns half of this story. The other half belongs to her friend Kira-chan. Please Enjoy.

Chapter 6

SHARKZILLA!

He was stupid. Extremely dense beyond any natural comprehension of the word. I swear to god I was going to make him pay. Of all the stupidest things he could've said in response to that, he had to yell out, 'How does she know?' Like really Deidara? Grow up and deal with it. I had no problem with it. After all, who was she going to tell?

I shot an angry glare in his direction, and pulled the shaking girl close to me. She was terrified of Deidara, of all people to be scared of. But I had to make her feel comfortable. We were similar…in some way shape or form. I knew how it felt to be scared of all these S-ranked rogue shinobi—granted Deidara wasn't one of them, but still. I understood her.

"Could you be any louder Deidara?" I growled out lowly, pushing Tsuki down the hallway back to our room. He followed nonetheless mumbling incoherent curses as my shy little friend tried to run down to our room. Unfortunately, nothing in life was that simple. Standing in her way was one of the zombie twins completely intact, and the head of the other in his hand. Curses were directed towards anyone in the way followed by an agitated sigh.

"Oi! Blondie! What does the fucking slut know that we don't?" Had Kakuzu not been holding his damned head, I most definitely would have punted his ass again! It was no one of his business, and it wasn't his place to be calling people names! Goooodddddd this man made me want to hurt people!

Cerulean blue eyes scanned the uninterested red and green eyes of the taller male in front before a scoff left soft lips. God his lips were soft. I wanted to kiss them again. So badly. Tsuki was there though, and I was certain she would feel a bit awkward with that going on near her.

"Nothing, Hidan, hmm." He growled under his breath. It was obvious that he knew he was fucked. Hidan wouldn't shut up about it, and that was going to be a problem.

~*~*~Tsuki's POV~*~*~

He wasn't…dead. His head was detached from his body and yet he…he wasn't dead. How on earth was that possible? I glanced up towards Hikari for some kind of confirmation that it very well could have been a hoax—a simple trick of my eye, and he had just very simply hid inside the scary mans cloak.

That sounded more logical to me than a talking head, but then again, whoever said that my logic was right, or even remotely rational to begin with.

You've always been a bad judge of things, girl.

Your rationality was never even there.

Why do you think you were hurt so much, hmm?

Because you trusted the wrong people. People you rationalized to be safe when they weren't.

Breathe.

Close your eyes.

Will it all to go away.

Demon, demon go away, don't come again another day…

A pause…Silence…

I'm still here you dim-witted slut.

Wonderful. Just wonderful. I pushed him away—I had come to the conclusion that the voice inside my head was male, just cos it sounded like one—and continued my gaze to the older kunoichi. Stress lay present on the crease in her brow as she furrowed it in the direction of the Scary man and Hidan. Her eyes slanted ever so slightly when a profanity slipped from his large mouth, and her grip on my shoulder tightened a bit when he called me a slut.

To tell the truth—I wasn't a big fan of the word. At all.

"Hidan, do you want me to destroy you?" She got a scoff as a response, soon to be followed by more swears—declarations of impending mutilation and death. I'd like to see him try to hurt her!
…Not that I would really do anything to stop it… I would be to scared…

Blood everywhere.

Moans of anguish reverberating from walls of concrete.

Dead bodies strewn mercilessly on the streets in a small simple safe price to atone for sins never committed.

Screams.

An irony smell in the air, soon followed by the stench of rotting flesh.

Save them…Save them…

The tears started flowing. I hadn't even time to react to stop them. I didn't even feel them because I felt so numb. What was that?

Nobody noticed… Nobody saw the pain in my eyes; nobody heard the soft barely there sobs that left my pale lips. I didn't expect anyone to…but that didn't mean I wasn't hoping for someone to reach out to me.

It didn't take long for the bickering between the four older Akatsuki to end, and by that time, my crying had ceased. I had no recollection of tears ever leaving my eyes, nor any memory of what could have caused me to cry in the first place. Things were better like that. I liked being in my trance like state that made me numb to everything around me. Made me forget things that were much better left behind. I could live a life I didn't know existed, fully aware of missing pieces—but unsure if those pieces were even there, and be perfectly okay with it. I loved that.

Soft fingers running through the tresses of my hair drew me from my daze, snapping me back to reality with a jolt.

A gentle chuckle, warm digits gently brushing back a stray strand of hair from my cheek, a soft smile…

"Tsuki-chan, I'll meet you in our room okay sweetheart? I have to… 'talk' to Deidara quickly. I'll be right there okay? Then we'll get you something to eat. You look hungry." As if on cue a growl made itself heard from my abdomen. I heard her laugh again, and I didn't want it to stop. I loved her voice. It soothed me. Don't leave me, I wanted to cry out, but I refrained, simply nodding abruptly before rushing to the bedroom door. I didn't want to encounter anyone else in the hideout on my own. Ever.

~*~*~Hikari's POV~*~*~

I was most definitely going to give that blonde a piece of my mind. Leave him a little..."gift" if you will. I knew how he wanted me, and I was going to use that to my advantage. With him being just a guy, tch, it sure as hell was going to be easy. Pssh, men always thinking with their head, not their head. A small smile lit my features at the thought of this. It was quite true for most people I had known, or seen anyway.

But when I thought about it…I was kinda just as bad as him. I had been noticing that for the past few…whatever many days it had been since his first kiss with me…that I wanted him more and more. But not in an emotional way. I had that now, as he had devoted himself to me, and me alone. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted to feel him against me in nothing a birthday suit—regardless of if it was either of our birthdays, or not. I wanted him to kiss me all over, to whisper sweet nothings into my ear as I cried out in ecstasy from his ministrations that left me breathless, wanting more, screaming for more as everything went numb, and muscles gave out paroxysmic spasms , aching for a relief that wasn't there, but at that one place where we were….

Alright…getting a bit carried away…

I couldn't hold back a snicker.

I glared at the door that was placed two rooms down from mine, and knocked hard and fast. I didn't want to make this long, but at the same time, I didn't want it to end. I wished he'd take his time getting to the door, although I subconsciously begged for him to hurry so I could tackle him to the ground, and press his lips against mine with a force that couldn't be rivaled. That's exactly what I did too.

No sooner had I seen that long luscious hair had I pounced on him, sending him reeling backwards a bit; not enough to knock him down completely, but enough to push him back almost to the bed. I could feel the smirk that lit his lips as they attacked my neck greedily, nipping and sucking at the sensitive junction between my neck and shoulder. A moan nearly ripped itself from my throat, but I bit back. Not yet.

With my legs around his waist, and arms around his neck, Deidara drew himself closer to the king size, falling onto his back so I was straddling his waist. "I take it you're not mad at me anymore, hmm?" His words came out barely any louder than a husky whisper, his breath hot against my skin sending shivers up my spine. I didn't respond—not only for the fact that I didn't want to, but also because I couldn't speak. I was too into the moment. God I friggin' wanted the bastard.

Not yet, Hikari. Just wait until the time is right. Don't rush into things.

Almost all coherent thinking went down south as his hands rested on my hips after hiking my shirt up a bit, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on my stomach, and the mouths on his hands licking sensually at every inch of skin that they could get to. At this rate…my plan definitely wasn't going to work. I had to focus.

Soft lips pressed against mine in a gentle attempt to coax me to wanting more. Molding passion into each subtle suck of a bottom lip—alternating dominance between dancing tongues—it was pure heaven. Bodies grinded up against each other—shielded by clothes that were slowly being discarded from the male in the situation—creating a beautiful friction that brought heat to the very core of our beings. A soft moan escaped my lips on accident, and he stiffened completely.

His eyes were glazed over with a want that I had known all too well. He attacked my lips again, this time nearly bruising them as he bit roughly, claiming me as his own—making it known that no one else was allowed to kiss me in such away. I belonged to him.

Time to set the plan into motion. My arms loosened from around his neck, hands trailing softly over his shoulders and down his perfectly sculpted chest. I loved how he wasn't jacked, but he wasn't flimsy and weak either. He was just right. Perfect. My fingers lingered on the hem of his boxers when I saw his eyes close. Very slowly—with one last kiss to his lips—I began to nibble my way down to where my hands were. No I wouldn't go any farther than that. I didn't plan on doing anything after that point.

As soon as my teeth bit gently at the skin on his hips, Deidara sucked in a deep breath, and released a growl. He wanted me to do it. It was just too bad that I had no intention of doing such a thing just yet.

"God dammit, Hikari, stop teasing, yeah." He struggled to form a coherent sentence. He struggled to even talk in general. My hands moved closer to his ever growing erection, and right as he thought I was going to touch him…I vanished.

I left him confused, hard and pissed. Heh. Paybacks a bitch.

~*~*~Tsuki's POV~*~*~

I heard a sound from down the hall—something akin to a deep growl and a loud curse followed by Hikari's name—but I couldn't bring myself to check it out. What if Hidan was put back together? What if he took advantage of me? I shivered at the thought.

I'd bet you'd like it if that Jashinist took your innocence over and over again.

I bet you want him too.

Why don't you let him you little slut.

Filthy whore.

I hadn't realized that I punched the wall in anguish. I hadn't registered the fact that it was solid concrete and I had just punched a hole leading into the room next to ours.

I just imagined it was that stupid voice in my head and winged it. God I would love to take it out and beat it till it couldn't speak anymore. I'd rip out it's throat and watch it pour with blood, watch it try to speak, only causing more blood to spill from the wound, gurgling on his own…

"Tsuuuuki-Chaaann~" Her voice snapped me from the anger that caused me to go into a trance like state. I smiled, bounding towards the bedroom door flinging it open to see her smiling as brightly as the sun that I hadn't seen in weeks. Her happiness gave me happiness. "Are you ready to go get something to eat?" A fierce nod was supplied and we dashed towards the kitchen.

It was a friendly race that she ended up winning—but it was fun none the less. I felt like a child again…alright so technically I still was a child but like… that five year old kid that I can't remember ever being. We shoved each other, tried to trip each other and laughed as we did so until we burst through the kitchens swinging doors, falling to the ground like idiots.

I swear I had never felt so alive in my life. That was honestly the only time in my life I ever remember having so much fun. It made me feel light…carefree…I loved it.

Don't expect that to last too long, girl.

I doubt it will.

I didn't care. With excited silvery magenta eyes I gazed at Hikari who was currently searching through the refrigerator for something to make me. Had I learned how to cook, I would've been doing it myself, rather than making her do it for me.

Legs that were starting to fill out again pushed a somewhat less frail body from the ground with ease and led me to one of the many chairs at the island connected to a wall, that stretched to separate the kitchen from the dining room—kind of like a bar.

"What would you like to eat hun?" I heard her ask. I had to think for a moment. What did I want?

"Is th-there any seaf-food-d?" I questioned in the smallest voice I had. I was still uncomfortable with talking, after not doing it for so long, I was surprised I could even form sentences.

"Do crab cakes sound good to you, Tsuki-chan? That's the only seafood related thing I have in here." She provided me with a sincere smile that I returned, but it looked more like a half of a smile. I nodded confirming that it was alright. I felt a presence behind me, and my body went rigid in response.

"Care to make me some too, shrimp? I'm hungry as hell!" Hikari's eyes lit up like fireworks at the sound of the voice. So it was a friend of hers? He had to be nice then, which meant that perhaps I shouldn't be scared. I still had no intention of looking at him, but a quick glance would suffice the curiosity that boiled in my veins.

"KISAME! YOU'RE BACK!" She cried out, running towards him at full speed. I followed her movements over to a something large. She jumped into him to give him a hug that would have certainly killed any normal person—but when his arms wrapped back around her I saw…Blue hands?

Upon further inspection I saw the most frightening sight in my life. An eight foot tall man…with blue skin…blue hair…gills—or what appeared to be gills—beady shark like eyes and…good lord he had razour sharp teeth too?

I was terrified. I shook in my seat. Friggin' Sharkzilla was hugging my best friend!

Alright guys. Chapter six, finished.

I'm sorry it took so long to get posted… D:

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