Akatsuki no Hoshiko
Onyx and Ivory
"It should be…somewhere…around here…"
Itachi watched with dark eyes as Hoshiko crawled along the ground. She parted bushes and stuck her head into them; she lifted up rocks trying to find her missing weapon. Itachi stood in the barren landscape. The snow had stopped falling the night of the ambush so the scorched earth that hadn't survived his Katon stood out amongst the endless white of the forest around them. The diameter was large; it probably spanned around twenty meters, with an untouched patch in the middle where he had stood.
When Itachi had left the cave yesterday after being prodded by Hoshiko's incessant questions he had returned here to deal with the bodies appropriately. There was no trace of them. He could only guess at why Danzo had sent Root after her. Itachi fixed his gaze upon Hoshiko once more. She was currently peering into a tree hollow. A loud screech suddenly ripped out of her throat as she jumped back.
"Spider! Big—fucking—spider!" Hoshiko raced to the other side of the clearing comically. If Itachi had the energy or the willpower, he would've snorted at her antics. Instead he chose to watch as the girl resumed her search, albeit a bit more hesitantly.
"What does Danzo want with you?" Itachi asked a few minutes later. Hoshiko had returned to her hands and knees as she scoured the foliage. She was shuffling through some more bushes when she let out a sound of delight.
"Aha! Found it!" She held up her beloved wakizashi up for Itachi to see. Hoshiko sheathed the sword to her side and then stood up, she brushed herself down. "Probably something to do with the fact that I tried to kill him a few months back." She made the comment nonchalantly, but it had Itachi raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Explain." He stated.
Hoshiko turned to stare at him for a moment. He had dropped his expression. She quirked an eyebrow and cocked her hip out, placing her hand in the crook. "It's not like it matters. It's not the first time, or the second—or even the third time he's tried to kill me." She tapped the center of her chest lightly. Itachi recalled that he had seen a scar on her back; it must be the one she was referring to. "You honestly have no idea, do you?" Hoshiko scoffed. Itachi held her gave impassively. The silver eyed girl rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation.
"Remember my ANBU exam? When you threw those kunai and I failed to dodge one and so I get skewered and almost killed Kakashi? Yeah. He orchestrated that. Oh, and also Hanabira? He told the Sandaime about that issue, knowing all along that it was Orochimaru behind it and hoped that the stupid snake man would either kill me or take me." She paused to take a breath. "And when I joined Root? He had me slaughter seven of his men right then and there otherwise he'd kill my Okaa-san and me."
Her gaze had dropped to her shoes. A frown decorated her face, her eyes glaring at the scruffiness of her sandals. "And then, when you left me in the forest after using your Genjutsu on me—which by the way, I still can't remember what you made me see." Hoshiko crossed her arms and met his dark, steely gaze. "Must have been something severely traumatic to make me forget what it was."
Underneath his cloak, Itachi's fist clenched.
"Danzo plunged his sword right through my chest. Honestly I should have died—but I didn't. Remarkable," Hoshiko deadpanned, "I know. Anyway, I went back to Konoha a few months ago and tried to—" Hoshiko made a slicing motion across her neck— "Danzo. Probably could have done it as well but Kakashi stopped me and dragged me away."
Not likely, Itachi thought. If Shisui hadn't been able to kill Danzo then there was no chance that Hoshiko could've. It was probably best that Kakashi had intercepted her; otherwise she probably wouldn't be standing here giving him a headache.
"Kakashi-san knows you're alive?"
Hoshiko gave a heavy sigh and her eyes almost rolled out of her head from the look she gave him. "For being a supposed 'genius' you always do have the uncanny ability to always state the obvious. Yes, he knows. He begged me to stay in the village."
"Why didn't you?" Itachi questioned. He knew he was being too inquisitive with her. He could see it on her face that she thought he was being weird; he needed to stop the conversation before things got out of hand.
"Uh, hello?" Hoshiko motioned to the scorched earth under their feet. "I tried to kill Danzo, there was no way in hell I could stay in Konoha. Not like I wanted to anyway, the village did nothing but scorn me and toss me away after they were done using me. Just like Danzo…and just like you." Hoshiko sent him a pointed glare that would've made a weaker man tremble. But he had grown accustomed to it over the years.
Their conversation abruptly ended after that as they began making their way towards the Akatsuki hideout.
"Eh?" Hoshiko muttered in befuddlement, staring at the stairs leading down into what appeared to be their new hideout. "No bath house this time?" She turned her attention to the pensive Uchiha at her side. He too was staring down at the stairs.
"Aa." He said softly. He blinked slowly, and when his eyes reopened his Sharingan was blazing to life. Itachi took the first step, descending down through the doors and into the darkness. Hoshiko watched him with a complacent expression, and after a few seconds followed after him.
The compound reminded her of the old one a little. It had long corridors, lanterns hanging periodically to give off sufficient light. A few doors were here and there but Hoshiko couldn't be bothered to look in them. Now that her body had fully healed and expelled all of the chakra poison she could use her abilities once more. She focused on expanding her senses throughout the area. She felt slight elation when she could sense Kisame in the hideout. She wouldn't admit it to the blue skinned freak, but she had missed him a little, even if he could probably snap her in half with two fingers.
There were two others in the hideout that she couldn't recognize, so they thankfully weren't Hidan or Kakuzu, but it also meant that there were more people for her to piss off. It wasn't a secret to anyone that she wasn't exactly a social person, Kisame was a perfect example—he had kneed the complete snot out of her before, so she was wondering what type of attack she would have to dodge this time around.
They approached an open area. Half of the room was taken up by a large round table with chairs tucked in around it. Two people sat in the chairs, although they weren't seated next to each other but rather on other sides of the table. Hoshiko immediately recognized Kisame, well; it wasn't hard to miss him. He was sitting in the chair closest to her, with his back to them. His freakishly long legs were resting up on the table as he flicked a kunai between his fingers. He was chatting with another member, who was sitting on the other side.
Hoshiko peered around Itachi's shoulder as Kisame finally realized that they were there. "Oh, you're back, Itachi-san."
"Hn." Itachi replied to him bluntly.
"Did that idiot Kawaguchi give you a hard time? He was always a wimp whenever I had to talk to him, un." The other member spoke up with a chuckle. Hoshiko peered around Itachi's shoulder a bit more to get a good look at him. He was blonde, and young, probably around the same age as her. His long hair, that looked healthier than hers, was half pulled up. He had thick bangs covering his right eye, but the other one she could see was a light blue. From his scratched Hitai-ate he used to hold allegiance to Iwagakure.
His head perked up when he noticed Hoshiko standing there too. "Oh, is this the new initiate, un?"
Kisame dropped his head so that he was staring at Hoshiko upside down with his beady fishlike eyes. "So you and Itachi-san didn't kill each other then I take it."
Hoshiko sent him a sneer as she crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly.
"I guess Hidan wasn't lying when he said that you were," the blonde Akatsuki smirked at her from across the table, "'completely fuckable'." Hoshiko seethed from her spot in the room. Her fists balled at her side as she glared at the blonde with detest.
"Why don't you come over here and say that?"
"Maa…" Kisame groaned, sliding a hand down his face. "It's been so peaceful here. Can't you two go somewhere else and yell at each other?"
"It's not my fault Akatsuki are full of pigs." Hoshiko snapped back her retort to the blue man.
"Oi," Deidara glowered at her. "Don't put me in the same league as Hidan! He'll screw around with anything that breathes his way, un. At least I can appreciate the art of the female body."
Hoshiko's frown dropped but it was replaced by a look of confusion.
Kisame groaned once more. "Shut up, Deidara. No woman is ever gonna go near you with those ugly hands."
"Screw you, Kisame!" Deidara jumped up from his chair. "You've got no sense of beauty, you're just a big blue freak, un." Kisame flashed his razor sharp teeth at the blonde.
"Kisame." Itachi monotonous voice cut through the two bickering men like a glass shattering. They both looked over at the Uchiha. "I need to discuss something with you."
Kisame grinned as he rose up from the chair. "Sure thing, Itachi-san." The two wondered off back the way that Hoshiko had entered. She watched them for a moment before her curiosity about Deidara got the better of her. Hoshiko leaned against the chair.
"What's with your hands?" She inquired.
Deidara flashed her a grin as he lifted one hand up from where it had been resting against the table. His palm was held out to her. Hoshiko frowned, wondering what was so ugly abou—oh…what the—
"What the fuck!?" Hoshiko blurted out as a tongue poked out from Deidara's hand. The pink appendage swirled around before disappearing back into his hand. Deidara winked at her playfully.
Hoshiko spun around on her heel. "Kisame! Wait for me!" She called, running after the pair who she could sense not too far away.
Hoshiko sat on the floor in her bedroom later on during the day. She was sharpening her wakizashi with a stone and examining her remaining kunai and shuriken. Hoshiko was now painfully aware that she hated being inside the hideouts. She preferred to be on the road somewhere, camping out underneath the stars. Being inside made her feel suffocated, and it reminded her too much of Root and Danzo. She had been forced to stay in his compound that was much like the one she was in now for a whole month. Even that whole ordeal with the Root still plagued her mind. It was strange how they had managed to locate her; she thought she had been leaving no trace. And considering she had been in the Akatsuki hideout for two weeks previously…but, that was just Danzo, she guessed.
Another few minutes passed before there was a knock on her door. Hoshiko glanced up and then got to her feet as she checked her senses at who would be there. To her surprise she could sense Itachi at her door. She had assumed, now that they were back in the vicinity of the others, that he would stay away from her.
She opened the door, peering up at the Uchiha as his red eyes met hers. "Leader-san has asked for you. Bring a kunai."
Hoshiko blinked a few times in uncertainty, but nonetheless turned back to her weapons splayed out on the floor and picked her kunai up and held in in her hand.
"And your Hitai-ate."
"What?" Hoshiko was still as confused as ever. Her eyes quickly glanced up to Itachi's own Hitai-ate secured to his forehead. She saw the scratch through the Konoha symbol and finally understood the meaning. She had passed Pein's mission. She was going to become an Akatsuki member.
X
"Welcome back, Ginyoru Hoshiko."
Pein's static voice echoed around the open room. Hoshiko fixated her eyes upon the distorted colours of her new leader. He was seated at the table, the hologram quivered slightly. Hoshiko looked around at the others and realized that Pein wasn't the only one as a hologram. Next to him was another member, and from the shape and features of their face, it appeared to be a woman. Next to her was Kakuzu, evident from the neon green of his eyes. Hidan was next to his partner, and surprisingly he hadn't uttered a word at her appearance, yet.
On the other side of Pein sat an unknown member. Hoshiko realized it was the member that she had sensed upon arrival but hadn't met yet. And good grief he was a sight to behold. The lower part of his face was covered with a black balaclava. His dark hair was divided into five braids and ponytails. And his eyes, Hoshiko noted with masked fear, were the most horrifying part of him. His dark eyes narrowed in at her, and all she could get off him was murderous intent. She needed to stay away from that one.
Deidara was next to the unnamed man, flashing her a charming grin that she pointedly rolled her eyes at. Kisame was in the chair next to the blonde. Then Itachi moved from her side and took a seat next to the walking fish brains.
"It's been a while since we've all been in a meeting like this, un?" Deidara remarked, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.
"Not since that bastard, Orochimaru left." Hidan added as his hologram leaned an arm up on the table.
Hoshiko slid into the chair next to Itachi. Her Hitai-ate was grasped tightly in her hand under the able as she waited for what was to come. Her eyes met Pein's ringed purple as he nodded to her in acknowledgement.
"We are here to welcome our newest member into our organization. With the information that Itachi provided about their successful mission in Kumogakure and the Intel that she provided on the hideouts of Orochimaru, it would be a wise choice for Hoshiko to join us. You are, after all, the last of your kind." Hoshiko didn't dare take her eyes off Pein. She kept her expression as neutral as possible as he spoke. "Our goal for Akatsuki is to bring peace to the world."
Hoshiko's mouth parted slightly. What? Why would an organization filled with S-class criminal's want to being peace? That was mad. "We gather up skilled shinobi to collect information that will further this goal. Hoshiko of Konohagakure."
Hoshiko tried to keep her surprised expression off her face, but she was failing miserably.
"Reject the five nations. Reject the shinobi teachings of this world. Reject Konoha and become Hoshiko of the Akatsuki."
She could feel all eyes on her as she raised her Hitai-ate from under the table and slammed it down with such force that the wood creaked under her power. She stared down at the Konoha symbol. She had thought that all the Akatsuki were—were a bunch of mindless thugs who did nothing but kill. But was this their true goal? Peace? Did Pein really mean it? She had cursed the shinobi teachings for years; they had never done anything for her before. She had only ever been raised for fighting, to be a weapon. She had been manipulated by those she would call friends or leaders. She cursed the shinobi way of life, and would gladly see it burn.
Maybe she was meant to join the Akatsuki all along.
Maybe, this was her revenge on everyone that had ever crossed her. Destroy the five nations and build a new world, one where children wouldn't have to die. Where they wouldn't be manipulated and assassinated. Where friends wouldn't have to kill friends.
Her eyebrows knitted together in her resolve. She pulled her kunai out from her leg holster and gripped in in her free hand. She held the protector down and then plunged the kunai into the glinting metal. She dragged it across, tearing a line straight through the middle of the emblem.
When it was done, Hoshiko breathed a sigh of relief. She lifted her gaze to meet Pein's. He looked satisfied. He motioned to her Hitai-ate as Hoshiko dropped the kunai and picked up the material. She fastened it to her forehead, her eyes hard steel. When she was done Pein spoke.
"Welcome, Akatsuki no Hoshiko."
"He's always preaching that bullshit, I just can't wait to get back out there and show the world my art, un!" Deidara drawled. He kicked his legs up so that there were resting up on the table. "Sasori-dono, when do you think we'll get to go back out there?" Deidara angled his head to the man sitting next to him.
So his name is Sasori, Hoshiko mused, looking at the creepy man. He was much shorter then the rest of the members, and it looked like he wasn't even using a chair at all as he backed up and made his way to leave the room.
"He still ignoring you?" Kisame chuckled.
"Jeez, all I did was blow up a few of his puppets. S'not like he's got a shortage or anything, un." Deidara pulled a face at Sasori's retreated back.
Kisame picked something out of his teeth and flicked it behind him. "I wouldn't call seventy-two puppets, 'a few'."
Suddenly, they all heard rushing footsteps and panting breaths as a new figure sped into the room. "AM I LATE!? Did I miss the initiation!?"
"Of course you missed it, baka!" Deidara barked out at the new person.
Hoshiko watched the cloaked man stumble and trip on his own feet, topple over a few of the pushed in chairs before correcting himself. He swiped a hand over his orange masked face and then hung his head in despair.
"Tobi wanted to watch it!" The man named Tobi whined childishly. He suddenly perked up and spun so that his head was facing Hoshiko. He gasped and climbed onto the table and crawled at breakneck speed towards her. He stopped centimeters from her face as Hoshiko leaned back as far as she possibly could in the stiff backed chair.
"You must be Hoshiko-chan!" Tobi called delightfully.
"Get off the furniture, freak." Kisame yawned.
"Tobi's heard lots about you from Hidan!" The child-like man gawked. Hoshiko stared at him with a dubious expression. Surely this man was not in the Akatsuki, right?
"All good things I hope." Hoshiko cracked a smirk at the masked man. Tobi pulled back and sighed dreamily.
"Hidan called you all these nasty, nasty names, but Tobi didn't believe them for one second!"
"Seriously—get off the table. We eat here."
"Heeeeey!" Tobi ignored Kisame once more and pointed to Hoshiko's Hitai-ate. "You have the same symbol as Itachi-san! You're both from Konoha! Are you friends?"
Deidara 'humphed' from his side of the table, "He may be annoying, but he brings up a good question, un."
Kisame playfully winced but flashed his teeth in a mocking grin. "Wrong question, Tobi. Now get off the table before I split you in half!" Kisame made a move to grab the flamboyant man but he shrieked and moved out of his reach. It made Tobi finally get off the table, but he then leaned in between Hoshiko and Itachi, bracing his back against the table.
"We were." Hoshiko answered his question truthfully.
Tobi gasped as his masked head bounced between them both. One of his hands came to rest against the part where his cheek would be. "Why aren't you friends anymore? That makes Tobi sad!"
Hoshiko heard the distinct sound of someone slapping their forehead. It was Kisame. To the blue man's shock, Hoshiko stayed calm. He had expected her to start roaring and throwing things around the room. Instead, Hoshiko remained quite passive.
"He's an asshole. That's why."
Deidara burst out laughing. "I think that maybe we'll get along, woman. At least there's someone else in this stupid place that realizes that the sun doesn't shine out of the Uchiha's ass, un."
"Deidara-senpai!" Tobi whined, falling all over the table. "Tobi want's everyone to be friends!"
"Fat chance of that ever happening. Now bugger off, Tobi, you're giving us all a headache." Deidara barked at him.
"Aw." Tobi whined, dropping his head and sluggishly walking from the room.
Once he was gone, Hoshiko rounded on the remaining men in the room. "Tell me that he is not a member. If he is, consider this my resignation."
"He's not." Kisame muttered with a sigh. "He's just a recruit. He does some menial missions and tasks for us here and there."
"Pein keeps him around for whatever reason." Deidara added with detest.
Hoshiko turned in her seat to watch the retreating back of Tobi leaving the room. His head was still hung and his feet dragged against the stone floor. Hoshiko wasn't watching him because she felt bad for him, and she hadn't asked about Tobi's status with the group just because of his attitude.
It was also because of the fact that she couldn't sense a single thing from the masked man. Her brows furrowed suspiciously. Tobi was masking his chakra so efficiently that even she, the renowned stealth ANBU tracker couldn't even pick it up. There was certainly more to Tobi then meets the eye. She just didn't know what, yet.
Itachi returned to his room later that night expecting a visitor. And he was correct in his assumptions. As he closed his door and locked it behind him, a figure stepped out from the shadows. His orange mask shadowed from the lantern that hung at the side of the wall. The glint of his red Sharingan flashed across the hole in his mask as Itachi remained stoic at the older Uchiha.
"You said she was dead." Madara stated. He moved fluidly around the room and then sat himself down in the chair in the corner.
"I believed she was." Itachi replied in the same manner. He had hoped to avoid this. But he knew it was inevitable, Madara would've known she was alive the second she fell into Akatsuki's clutches.
"So," Madara drawled. "You're telling me that she fooled the great Uchiha Itachi. She must be some woman to do that." He heard the chuckle from beneath his mask.
"I am not the only one she has deceived. Danzo has tried to kill her multiple times over the years and she has eluded him each time."
"Impressive. Maybe she can still be of use to me."
"She does not work well with others." Itachi stated. "Even as a teenager, she was insufferable."
Madara shifted in the chair. "I thought you two were…closer then that, hmm?"
Itachi refused to show any type of emotion to him. He knew that Madara had been sneaking around the village for a few weeks before the massacre…but maybe it had been longer then that.
That meant he would've seen the three of them together for a while. Madara knew he was lying. He needed to protect her from him.
"A distraction, she once was for me, and also an alibi on many occasions. She proved useful to me to create an image the village adored. And when that image was shattered so was any previous relationship with her. Ask her yourself if you will."
Hopefully that would cover him.
Madara was silent for a time, pondering over Itachi's words. "In any case, she'll be a fine asset to the organization. Her ability to apparently not die will come in handy for the missions I have planned. Until next time, Itachi."
Itachi nodded in acknowledgement as Madara disappeared in a swirl from the chair he had been seated in. Itachi waited for at least a whole minute before releasing a heavy breath. His eyes slid shut in trepidation as he tried to calm his furiously beating heart. Itachi wondered over to the chair and sat down. His body had been screaming at him for days, he had not yet fully recovered from the sickness attack that he had endured the other day.
His chest was aching, for more then one reason, and his eyes still stung. He needed to sleep, to rest and recover properly. He stripped his cloak, hanging it over the leather chair Itachi removed his shirt and hung that up too. He pulled his shoes and white socks off and sat on the edge of his bed. Before he retired, he just needed to check once.
He shut his eyes one more time, and concentrated on feeling for Hoshiko's chakra. She was a few doors down from his own room. His brows crinkled in worry. Her chakra was fluctuating violently. He focused a little bit harder but found that she must be having a nightmare again. He recognized the way it pulsed when she was dreaming. Knowing that she was at least safe from Madara for the time being, Itachi fell back onto his bed and prayed for a dreamless sleep.
Hoshiko awoke gradually in the morning. She had been scared awake by two nightmares last night, but apparently had managed to fall asleep from exhaustion in the early hours of the morning. Her head was throbbing from a headache as she pressed her palm to her temple and rubbed at his soothingly. She would take it easy today. It was the first time she had a proper rest since they had left Mozuku.
Hoshiko changed into her black mesh shirt, the one that showed off her stomach and the top of her chest and her black shorts. Her Hitai-ate was glinting at her from the leather chair in the corner of the room, it took her a few back and forth conversations with herself to finally grab the blasted thing and tie it on her forehead securely.
Hoshiko left her room, and noticed two people a few doors down from her. It was Itachi and Kisame.
"You ready to head out, Itachi-san?" Kisame asked his partner as she saw the Uchiha nod his head.
Hoshiko frowned. "Hey!" She called out loudly and jogged over to the pair. Kisame and Itachi both turned to her direction. "You're heading out on a mission already?" She questioned, silver eyes flicking between them both.
Kisame shouldered Samehada. "Mm. Leader-san wants us to follow up some information about one of the Iwa Jinchuuriki's."
Hoshiko turned her gaze from Kisame to Itachi. To everyone's surprise, she was looking at the Uchiha with worry in her eyes. It was barely there, but it was unmistakable.
"So soon? But you've barely had time to recover from—"
Itachi's swirling red eyes made the words stop in her throat. Their gazes locked. Hoshiko knew that if she dared to mention the word 'illness' that Itachi would probably snap her in half.
Kisame's head bounced between the two former Konoha shinobi. His brows furrowed. He had never seen them act like this before. It was absurd. Before they had left on the Kumo mission, they had been at each other's throats, more so Hoshiko. Had something happened between them?
Hoshiko's eyes hardened. "Fine. Do what you want then."
"I never asked for your permission." Itachi replied. Kisame was shocked to hear a hint of sarcasm in his tone. He'd never heard that before.
"What the hell happened between you two on that Kumo mission?" Kisame voiced.
"Nothing." Hoshiko snapped.
"None of your concern." Itachi replied at the same time.
Kisame's eyebrow quirked upwards slightly, he then chuckled humorously. "I can't really blame you, Itachi-san. We never really do find any decent looking women around here."
"Kisame." Itachi said with a warning tone.
It took Hoshiko a few seconds to get what he was implying with his wolfish grin directed at the two of them. When she did, her face went beet red. "As if! I'd rather choke on my own blood and die a horrible death then let him," Hoshiko sent a scowl in Itachi's direction, "come anywhere near me like that!"
Kisame laughed at them once more and turned his back on them both and began walking away. He waved his hand over his shoulder. "It's not my fault you two are acting strange. All that tension must have gone somewhere, why not with some rough bed rocking, hmm?"
Kisame dodged the electrified kunai with a simple angle of his head. He laughed once more, holding his stomach as he could hear the horrified shouting of Hoshiko behind him.
He'd let her off for attacking him this time because he was having too much fun teasing the both of them. He was sure to get a reprimand from Itachi once they had left the compound, and probably a cold shoulder too. But he could handle that; he'd never really ever had anything to tease the Uchiha with before. He was only just getting started with those two.
Ahhh I missed writing Kisame.
Welcome back to Onyx and Ivory: Slice of Life Edition.
But really, I loved writing this chapter so much! The beginning gave me a little bit of trouble but hopefully you all enjoy it! I took a few liberties with Kisame's personality as well as Deidara seeing as we never really saw them in this type of 'environment' in the anime. It's kind of like that whole behind closed doors thing, but once their out in the open they change to the badass villains we all love!
But again, I'm doing this all for a reason! Also, Tobi...I've never had so much fun with him. And yes I will refer him to Madara while *spoiler* (honestly if you're reading this and you haven't watched the anime what kind of creature are you!?) Obito is acting as him. Once the jig is up so to say then i'll call him Obito. kapeesh?
And again, if you're wondering why Hoshiko is actually being (le gasp) worried about Itachi, you gotta remember, she is a CONFUSED girl. I've always been mentioning how badly she's been manipulated her whole life, and then you know Itachi is showing this weird side to her as well. She's confused on how to act around him because one she does still hate him for everything but also still cares about him deeeeeep down. she just hasnt admitted it yet. And the manipulation from Danzo and even Shisui and Itachi from lying to her has messed her up badly. Stockholm syndrome anyone?
Let me know what you thought!
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