My New Roommates

Vee: I sort of maybe forgot to include this last time.

Sasori: No, she really forgot

Vee: Did not .

Anyways! This's my first fanfic ever, and yes it's only kind of a crossover. I hope none of you mind and continue to read it though! I'm trying to keep most of the characters I have borrowed in character, but if I fail in doing that, then please, please, please, tell me! Although I may be forced to put Sasori into positions where I have to make him act out of character. I'm still trying not to though. Arren, Mem, and Maya are all original characters, and I don't own any characters I have not created!

Deidara: Obviously. AND WHY AREN'T I IN HERE AS A MAJOR CHARACTER YET?

Vee: Maybe I'll just leave you out! . although I kind of have to include you now. Shoot.

ANYWAYS! This will continue to be T rated and it shouldn't get more intense than making out. Which is T. I think? Anyways, tell me what you think!

Yaya wasn't lying, the apartment really was nice. The outside was a plain but clean shade of white, and the inside was nicely decorated. Lots of carpet, which would make getting in and out stealthily easy, and the roofs nearby were within easy reach.
Mem's room had a plush bed with a sheer canopy over head, pure white carpeting, and her many bags of supplies and personal items.
"You sure have a lot of stuff, I couldn't even get through all of it in the half hour I had before I went to go pick you up," Yaya chattered, opening the white curtains and letting in a flood of early afternoon light.
Choking, Mem said, "You were going through my stuff?"
"Yup! You have some cool clothes, I really love your boots, can I borrow them sometime?" she continued, seemingly unaware at how invasive that had been.
This girl is far too curious for her own good, Mem thought to herself. I guess she didn't see anything to tell her about my parentage though.
Yaya, on her part, felt bad for the invasion. She herself had not gone through Mem's things, but her guards had considered it necessary. I suppose they were just doing their jobs, Yaya sighed to herself.
Right then a slamming sound came from the front room, making Mem jerk and grab a hidden knife handle from inside her heeled boots.
"Maya!" Yaya squealed, charging downstairs. "OMG you're home you have to meet Mem you guys are gonna be best friends!"
"I seriously doubt that. HEY Mem, get your arse down here I wanna meet our new roomie!" the new girl, apparently called Maya, shouted.
Mem raised her eyebrow, but went down the stairs besides. Reaching the last step, she looked up and saw a curvy Mexican girl standing in front of her. She was wearing huge gold hoops in her ears, super tight dark wash jeans, and a tightly fitted black leather jacket over a red camisole. Curly dark brown hair cascaded from her head to halfway down her back. In other words, she was every bit as intensely pretty as Yaya, but in a much less delicate way. She also looked like she knew her way around weapons.
"So, your the new roommate, right?" she asked, slumping up against the counter.
"That would be me," she said, "And you must be Maya right?"
"How'd you guess?" she quipped. Maybe I really will like her, Mem thought.
"Look, we've only got a few basic rules around here. I'm going to tell them to you right now, and you're going to agree with them." Maya said, "All of us are going to school, and they make it easier on everyone."
"'Kay, let me hear them." Mem sat down on the couch heavily.
"They're not too complicated. 1, If you want it you buy it, and if you don't want someone to use it or eat it, say so. 2, if you get home after midnight you've gotta do it quietly. 3, If it's in someone else's room it's not yours. 4, No sleepovers with guys over here. 5, If whatever you are sucks blood or transforms, do it somewhere the house won't be harmed, and don't kill anyone doing it."
"Also, you should know that the humans around here know what we are." Yaya stated happily. Mem looked at the both of them in shock.
"Not possible. They would freak out, or kill us, or or-" she cut herself off, unable to say exactly what else the humans might do.
Laughing, Yaya said, "Nah, most of them already knew when they came here, or were raised here knowing about it. We all get along, and vamps are only allowed to feed off of humans who agree to be feeders. It works, and we haven't had any trouble yet!"
Why wasn't this included in the orientation, Mem wondered. I mean you think they could toss that in, oh yeah by the by we thought we should tell you that humans know our most closely guarded secrets! I guess there aren't any mind swipes though, that's nice.
"Hey girl don't tell me you aren't listening to us," Maya said, waving her hand in front of where Mem's face had been a second before. Mem had moved three feet seemingly without moving at all. She looked surprised but unapologetic.
"I'm just going to warn you two about this now. I don't do touchy freely crap, and hugs aren't going to happen. I was raised by the military for the military. As far as the rules go, I shouldn't have a problem with any of them."
"Good," Maya said, straightening up. I wonder which military she's talking about, Maya thought to herself. It's certainly not ours.
"Anyways, you probably know by now that Yaya's a fairy 'cause she goes and tells everyone she meets-"
"Do not," Yaya muttered petulantly.
"-but my advice to you is to not ask anyone else what species they belong to. Some people will volunteer to tell you, but others don't want anyone to know. I fall into the latter category. And I'll tear your head off if you pry into my business." Maya continued, as though Yaya had not said anything.
"I can respect that. Any other advice?" Mem asked
"Nah, you've got the basics. Where do you want to go to eat?" Maya asked.
"Ooh let's go to that new dimsum restaurant! I want me some Chinese food!" Yaya exclaimed.
"How's that sound to you, roomie?" Maya asked, turning to look at Mem.
"Uhh.. Fine.. Are you sure you want me along, I mean I can stay behind if you'd prefer..." Mem stuttered, unsure. She'd never had any friends before. No one wanted to be friends with a freak. She'd had one... Once... Her parents had taken her to a new academy when they'd found out. After, no one else even said hi. Group projects had ended with her being mysteriously excluded from any and all of the groups.
Laughing Maya grabbed her arm and spun her towards the door. "Come on roomie, I'm starving!"
"YAY, DIMSUM!" Yaya shouted, throwing open the door.
What is dimsum? Mem wondered, walking out into the sunlight with her new... friends.

The dimsum had been awesome. Sesame balls were by far her favorite, however good the rest of it had been. But now it was time to get down to work. Sliding open the window carefully, she stepped out onto her balcony wearing all black. Black skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, black t-shirt, and black running shoes. In other words, her fighting outfit. This would be her first meeting with her teammates.
Springing lightly from balcony to roof to neighboring roof, she set off. Her high vantage point allowed her to observe the layout of the city was well as putting her high above most crime and where most people would watch for trouble.
Alighting lightly on the warehouse roof from earlier, she crouched down to wait.
A noise came from above her head and slightly to the right and she tensed and grabbed a knife.
"Hey girl, if you're lookin' for a party I know you ain't gonna find one here," a male voice said, "I've gotta great place, only a short walk... Come on, have some fun."
Male, young adult or late teen, probably 5'11, Mem thought to herself, still not turning. Most likely paranormal, most likely drunk, and he only just saw me. Good, a warm up.
Finally turning, she saw that she had been correct. Tall, red haired and violet eyed*, this man was as obviously demon as a stumbling was mostly due to the huge black wings beating the air around him, and the strong smell of both alcohol and blood; had he gotten into a fight?
"Thanks, but I've got better things to do. Get home and I would advise you against trying to force me." Mem said stoically, taking a firmer stance, dagger in hand.
"Naw, babe don't be like that," he drawled, straightening and flashing a smile filled with sharp teeth.
Mem tried a new tactic. "Sir, you are obstructing an angel of the people's army. I will request only once more that you leave and go home."
He abruptly lurched forward, and fell to the ground.
Wary, Mem edged towards him, and knelt down beside him. He was about to pass out and was lying on the roof looking too pitiful to just leave him there.
I am waaaay too nice, Mem thought to herself, lifting him up. Shifting his weight to her shoulder, she demanded, "So where do you live, exactly?"
"Knew.. You couldn't resist.. Me," he muttered. "47th on Knoll."
Rolling her eyes, she jumped down from the warehouse and fell thirty or so feet, landing lightly. The man beside her muttered something, but didn't move.
What a great picture this makes, Mem thought to herself. A member of the angel's army dragging a drunk demon back home to his mommy in the middle of the night.
She was breathing hard by the time she got to Knoll Street. He might be lean, but his 5'11 to her 5'8 was still enough weight difference to slow her down.
Abruptly and with no warning, she was surrounded by hulking men in black suits. One of them got his arm swiftly around her throat, drawing her into a crushing chokehold, as another grabbed her self assigned charity case. Suddenly sprouting her wings, she pushed away from the one who had grabbed her and began throwing deadly accurate punches in every direction. The men went down like bowling pins, apparently surprised at her strength. Grabbing the man who had abducted her charge, she broke his jaw before he even realized he was screwing with the wrong person. She made sure the demon was safe before turning to see who or what these guys were working for.
As she turned, she sensed a new threat. A snarl in her throat and on her lips, she turned around to face her newest challenger.
"Arren," the man behind her muttered.
"You IDIOT Sasori, do you ever manage to do anything without almost getting killed or picking up a new girl? It's safer to let a bull loose in a china shop than to let you walk around without protection! And then you go and ditch me at the club that YOU wanted to go to! Arghhh what's your dad going to say when I tell him about this?"
Mem stood there, confused and surprised, as the new arrival, Arren, yelled at the drunk demon apparently called Sasori. He had dark brown hair and dark blue eyes, was dressed in all black like herself, with black jeans and t-shirt, and also had on a communications bracelet. He works for someone, she mused. And they have cash to spare, with equipment like that.
Being too intoxicated to argue, Sasori merely looked at his friend with increasing annoyance. "Geez, is it any wonder I get drunk so often with idiots like you guarding me. As for my dear father, you know he doesn't give a crap, the less of a threat I am to him the better, right? That "girl" by the way, is an angel. And not interested. And something else. But they got my pretty well before I got away, so will you help me up?"
Got him? What did he.. Mem hissed in a gasp as she saw what she had not in the dark of the warehouse. A huge stain of blood was slowly seeping across his shirt.
"Sh*t! Who were they and was it poisoned?" Mem demanded, grabbing her medical kit and tossing it to Arren, "Stitch that, will you? Clean it with the blue bottle then stitch it. I'm going to check if it was poisoned or not."
She ran to the men on the floor and left Arren to do the medical work. Turning one of them over, she smelled the strong whiff of wolf. Weres, then. She also checked the knives. No poison there, but no blood either. It took a heck of a lot of money to buy off werewolves, and these weren't even the ones who had hurt him. Who was this guy, to have so many powerful enemies? No, the real question was who on earth his father was. And who this Arren guy was.
Turning back towards them, she said, "Well they don't have any poison. Either they were way over confident, or they were intended to kill. I've heard both of your names somewhere. Who are you?" she demanded, stopping by them both.
"If you don't mind, I'm a little busy," Arren said through clenched teeth.
"I'm not, whatever you put into that bottle really does the trick, I can't feel a thing," Sasori said woozily,"I'm-"
"-no one important," Arren finished for him.
"Dude, this is why the chicks like me more. You're too serious. Ha ha ha, your face is all purple, angel girl." Sasori said, his voice slurred from the painkiller.
"It's not angel girl. My name is-" she stopped, hesitating if she should tell two complete strangers her name.
"Look, it's best if we pretend this never happened. I won't tell anyone I caught you helping a demon, if you don't look into our backgrounds or come looking for us." Arren said quickly, handing her back her medical kit.
"Je ne comprend pas, Monsieur. Je parle francais." she said, teasing.*
"Just like that. Good bye, mysterious angel girl I never met." he threw over his shoulder as he walked away with Sasori slung over his shoulder.
I'm glad I put that glamour over my black feathers, or else they would have known who I was the whole time.. Going to have to be more careful in the future, she thought.
"Hmm... Now what to do with these guys.. I think I can leave them here safely," Mem said to herself, tying their shoelaces together because she could.
"AHHH! I'm late!" she shouted, taking to the air in panic,"Not again!"
She re-arrived at 12:00 exactly at the arranged rendezvous point. Her teammates were already waiting there. A female angel with long blonde hair and sky blue eyes was texting and sitting on a metal fixture on the roof. The other angel was none other than...
"Dei?" Mem asked in wonder.

Yaya
It was about 9:00, and Mem had already gone to bed, claiming a bad case of jetlag. Maya was wearing her motorcycle outfit of shorts and tight, dark crimson T-shirt. Most people wore quite a bit more when going out in vehicles like that, but then again, she had nothing to worry about.
"I'm going out," she shouted, opening the door, "I'm probly gonna be out late, Ryan says he has something special planned for tonight."
Laughing to herself, Yaya said, "See you later. Just get back before midnight this time, will you?"
Chuckling, Maya said, "Aye, aye Captain. I'll tell him to make it quick."
"Ewww," Yay groaned, still amused.
Maya grabbed her purse and her keys, then left the house, closing the door behind her.
Sighing comfortably, Yaya settled back in her chair to finish the cheesy chick flick that she'd picked out.
She got up at about 10:00, and went to go to sleep at 10:15, and was alone in her room when her guards showed up. She honestly hadn't been expecting them to come tonight.
Sitting up, she looked around her lavishly decorated pink and gold room at the eight of them and asked,"So, who and what is she?"
When her guards looked around nervously, obviously trying to evade the question.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Ma'am we would rather not answer that question," Tobias said uncomfortably.
"And if I demand that you answer it?" she asked, truly curious now.
"Then we would have to, Princess heir," another guard by the name of Reeve answered.
"Fine, as your future queen and current assignment, I demand that you tell me what manner of paranormal our newest roommate, Mem is. You must have found the answer when you searched her things."
"Yes we did,ma'am." Tobias answered once more, but refused to elaborate.
Sighing, Reeve finally said, "You'll have heard the rumors of the half angel half demon,"
"Yes, but I don't see what that has to do with-" she cut herself off as she realized what they were implying.
Turning pale, she said,"But there's no way... Isn't she supposed to be dangerous and incredibly evil and insane and and and" she stuttered to a stop, unable to say what else she was supposed to be.
"Rumors, spread by people who never met her and most likely never will. Near as we can tell, she's even tempered, incredibly strong, smart, and a member of the AAE," Reeve said evenly.
"They let THAT onto the AAE? They must have lowered their standards quite a bit! Do they even let in Nephilim*?"
"As a matter of fact, if they pass the physical, they do. Do not worry for your safety, Princess heir. We are watching," Reeve reassured her.
"You're going to have to watch me better from now on," she said, "you're not going so great if SHE got into this house. I don't care what's rumor and what's not, she's still a freak."
"Yes Princess heir," they said in unison, melting back into the woodwork.
Shuddering, Yaya rolled over in bed, already turning plans over in her mind to get rid of the abomination that had made her way into the house.

Maya
She breathed the freedom of the night air in deeply before checking the time. she was running early, which meant that she had plenty of time to take a detour. Putting on her helmet and slinging her leg over the sleek black Harley in the driveway. She roared across the street, headed towards the bridge that connected the two sides of the city over the huge natural river that divided it. She loved going there on her bike almost as much as she loved flying. And since she couldn't fly even half as often as she wanted to here, she would settle happily for this.
Turning into one of the many roads along the main line, she slowed to a stop at Rick's Repair. The auto shop was busy for so late in the day, so she grabbed a jumpsuit and changed fast.
Rushing out of the changing room, she waved at the owner, Arthur, and started helping customers, reflecting on how much she hated the necessity of lying to Yaya. She just wouldn't understand. Not knowing that she had a huge pile of gold, silver, platinum, gems, etc. at her other house, Yaya would offer to give her the money for whatever it was she wanted, and more. The only course of action would be to then explain that she loved what she did. That was what Yaya would never understand. Yaya's only passion was dance, which she excelled at. Automobiles were foreign to her, and she had no interest in them beyond the color.
Taking a short break after helping the line of customers buying parts or paying for service, she looked around for Jake. Sure enough, there he was, enthusiastically confusing a couple who were there to have their car fixed. It's too bad they'd let him get into a roll, there was no way they were going to be able to stop him now. Laughing to herself, Maya went to help an angry college age guy who had apparently backed into a light post and was going to blame the world. All in all, she was having a good day.

After what felt like a million more customers, her shift was up, and so was Jake's. He always walked her out to her motorcycle, so she waited for him to change.

"Ready. Sorry, I was helping that last customer, and he really didn't wan to go. Probably going to be yelled at when he gets home," he panted, rushing out of the changing rooms.

"It's fine." She said, really not caring.

"Busy night, huh? All those vamps that hate getting out in the day come then. It's a good thing you're available, or we'd be swamped," he said.

"Glad to help, really. Anyway, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, tomorrow," he said, walking away down the dark street.

She sped home and went to bed early. It was still 1:00, but it felt later. Lazing around in bed, she heard steps on the stairs. Sleepily, she realized that she hadn't been the only one up and out late that night. Mem must've been out late too. She fell asleep soon after that, but woke up around 2:00 again, this time to a softer but heavier tred coming up the stairs. There was no way that the person coming up the stairs was either Mem or Yaya.
Slipping out of bed and hitting the floor quietly, she stealthily padded to the door, so focused on her own sneaking that she didn't notice when the footsteps on the stairs stopped.
Whipping the door open fast as lightning, she was met with a thick wall of magic. She only managed to get part way through her demorph before she fell to the ground.
"Sorry about that," the stranger murmured to no one, "But I would rather not be interrupted."

He continued down the hall, stopping by Mem's door a minute, before opening the door slowly and silently, and letting himself in.

Vee: And now we have reached an end to this chapter. It's long, so I apologize. Also, about the asterisks. (* these thingies) They're there so that you know if there's something that I think you might not understand, it's down here. Sometimes I'll use uncommon words or something else, so I'll try to explain them. If there's still something you don't understand, please send me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I have school, but only for another month or so, so updates will be slow as I have to work around finals and other end of the year things.

#1: Yes, Sasori has pruple eyes here. I'm making his eyes have a different color so that it's more obvious he's a demon. It's because of his magic that he has purple eyes. So I guess if you really want me to change them back, please talk to me about it and I'll probably change them if enough people complain.

* #2 It means that I don't understand, and the second one means I speak French.

*#3 Nephilim refers to half human half angel mixes. I didn't feel like typing all of that out so there you go.

I'll be putting the next episode on here in a few days, mostly because I have extra time right now and I've already started it. Thank you all for reading!