Um...Please Don't Eat Me...Chapter 12

.:Chapter 12:. Apprentince

BOOM!!

The building shok again and I flinched, hiding my face in Kisame's shirt in the process, while his grip
tightened.

"We've got to leave" he said "They'll find us here" I nodded in obvious agreement.

"Hopefully everyone will be too busy to notice you" I said while getting up and pulling the heavy iron door open with a loud creeeaaaak. I looked back to see Kisame making some hand signs, then slamming his hands on the ground causing a puff of smoke to appear, and then Samehada was back in his grasp.

"Why are the rest of the Akatsuki members here?" I asked him as we started to jog up the flights of stairs, warmth returning to our senses. "Do they still want my demon?" I guessed.

"You're demon, me and Deidara" he answered. "We're a package deal" I rolled my eyes with sarcasm and irritation, I was about sick of being known for my demon.

"They consider us traitors and want us dead so that we can't leak any secrets" he explained.

"Sounds fun" I remarked.

I pushed opened the hospital doors and a battlefield greeted us. My eyes widened as blood and fire danced across my gaze. Buildings were burning, children were running with their parents, crying and scared while dead bodies decorated the scenery. My blood had run cold from shock as tears started to prick my eyes. I took a deep breath, forcing the tears away while my blood became hot with anger.

"I want you to stay out of this, Ryuki" instructed Kisame, his hand on my shoulder. "I don't want you to get hurt"

"No" I said, my eyes glaring ahead of me. These people had hurt innocent civilians, children and elderly who couldn't fight or didn't know how to do so. They took advantage of them, hurt them, made them cry, killed them.

"I will not stay out of this, I'm going to fight" I said, my fists clenched. I looked around, my blue eyes landing on a dead shinobi, but he had most of his gear on. I rushed to his side, gave up a small prayer for him then removed him of his weapons. I put on the kunai holster around my right thigh and secured the weapons pouch to my waist.

"Ryuki" I looked up at Kisame's face, fighting adreniline starting to pump through me.

"Yeah?" I asked. I really should get going with energy before it runs out and I crash.

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"Be careful" I nodded.

"You too" Then we headed in different directions.

I jumped from branch to branch and then moved to rooftops, seeing as I could see more clearly without the leaves or branches in my way. I jerked when I heard a scream and I looked down into the streets to see an Akatsuki cloak and some crying children and a mother.

"Please! Give me back my baby!" she begged.

"Sorry bitch, this brat's gonna be Jashin-sama's sacrifice." he snided.

"Moooooommy!!" cried the little girl, reaching for her mother, her face blotchy and red from crying. My eyes narrowed as the jerk laughed at the little girl, while stepping onto some red symbol he drew on the ground.

Before even considering anything I leapt to the ground and kicked the guy right in the gut, sending him backwards, out of the symbol. I jumped forward and grabbed the small girl who reached for me in return. I pulled her from his grasp and ran her back over to her mother, who cried with relief at her safety.

"You've got to get out of here, find a safe spot or something, these are S ranked criminals--" I was forced to stop talking when someone's foot forced me to the ground. The little girl let out a yelp and tried to come toward me.

"No, run!" I told her, while guy applied more pressure to my spine. The mother took the girl by the hand and pulled her away without any hesitation.

"You just let my fucking sacrifice run off you whore" he stomped on my back . "You plan to take her spot, bitch?" He lifted his foot, probably to bring it back down but before he could I created a huge updraft, teterring his balance. I got up as fast as I could and turned to face him, kunai in hand.

I made the wind whip around me, creating something of a mini tornado and a whole lot of pressure. The grass around me was pressed to the ground from the force, and my hair was starting to come loose from its hairtie's hold. That didn't matter.

"You bitch" he cursed while sitting up. He seemed to like calling me that. I pulled out a couple more kunai and launched them at him, one stuck in his chest dangerously close to his heart, while he deflected the others with scyth.

"You're gonna fucking regret that, whore" he growled while tugging the kunai from his chest and tossing it to the side. He stormed toward the symbol that was drawn on the ground and I knew for some reason that I shouldn't let him get close to it.

I riled up the wind again, forming a protective wall around me and I stood between him and the symbol. I grabbed random weapons from the pouch and dropped them, allowing the wind current to pick them up and spin around me.

"Whatcha gonna do? Throw them at me?" he taunted, as if they wouldn't work. I glared and sent a barrage of weapons at him, impaling his body full force. His chest, arms, stomach legs, all but his head.

I panted slightly, worried, seeing as he was still standing upright. Blood seeped through his wounds, staining his clothes, that was normal. The only thing that gave me shivers was that he was starting to smile...and laugh.

"I'll give you points for being forward, brat" he laughed, tugging some of the weapons from himself and dropping them onto the ground.

I was suddenly against the side of a house, the scyth at my neck. My face paled and my eyes widened. I reached with my left hand for the weapons pouch but he shook his head and pulled a kunai from his stomach and stabbed my hand to the wall.

I screamed with the sudden burning pain and he continued laugh at me. I tried to pull away, but the scyth was at my neck, wedged into the wall as well, and my hand was pinned. Blood was pouring from my hand, staining the wood red while tears fell from my eyes.

"Aw, does it hurt?" he taunted. He rumaged around my bag and took out a clean kunai. he licked the blade and stabbed my other hand. I screamed again and more tears rushed down my face, as my eyes closed in pain.

"What music" he said. He cupped my chin and licked some of my tears away. I squirmed as best as I could, but one wrong twist and I could slice my own throat. I riled up the wnd, but the air stung my hands and all it accomplished was pushing my hair in my face. He grabbed a handful of hair and tilted my head up, exposing more of my neck, which skimmed the scyth's blade lightly.

"You've caused alot of hell for us, bitch" he told me. I didn't say anything, my fighting adreniline was slowing down. "I should slice you open and sacrifice you to Jashin-sama--"

BOOM!!

Dirt was upturned, nearby buildings demolished, fire starting on the edges of grass and there was alot of smoke. Hidan grabbed his scyth from my neck, allowing me to relax lightly and catch my breath. I took a few deep breaths and I heard him say

"Tobi! Finish her would you! Little shit..." he called out. My breathing hitch and I tried wiggling my hand, but it screamed in protest. I moved myself and gripped the handle with my teeth and started to pull. It was about as painful as the stabbing was but I kept pulling, twisting my head so to loosen it from different angles. With another hard tug, I pulled the bloodied knife out and dropped it to the ground, gasping slightly at the red hole in my hand.

"Tobi's sorry Prisoner-chan" I looked up to see a guy with an orange mask a few feet in front of me.
My back was against the wall, halfway kneeling with one hand pinned. I was stuck.

He pulled out a kunai that caught light and gleamed, which caused my pulse to race more as I tried to wiggle my right hand, though it was still pinned, I had to gaurd with my left. He hesitated but then rushed toward me. I closed my eyes and held my arm in front of me, a pathetic shield.

I heard a grunt and I slowly opened my eyes to see Deidara in front of me halfway kneeling, at my level.

"D-Deidara...?" It then hit me that I was unharmed, apart from my hand. I turned my attetion to the said hand and pulled the kunai free, then turned my attetion to Deidara.

"D-Deidara...s-senpai...?" asked the person. Deidara fell fully to his knees and then backwards, bumping against me.

"Deidara...!" I whispered, my voice cracking slightly. I moved to the side a bit so I could see him. His face was lightly coated in dirt and soot from his explosions that he had been setting off, some blood speckled his blonde hair but what made me freeze was the kunai that was lodged in his chest. Blood was already soaking his poncho, instead of the familiar cloak, and he was breathing harshly.

I touched his cheek slightly with my bloodied hand and he cough roughly, some crimson liquid flying past his lips. His blue eyes opened halfway and he looked up at me and grinned.

"Y-you're...awake..." I nodded, my eyes tearing up.

"Yes..."

"You're...alright..."

"Yes..." I nodded again. He gave a weak laugh.

"And I'm...dying...aren't I..?" he asked, locking eyes with me. I bit down on my lip and the tears started to spill again.

"Why'd you have to go and do that, Deidara?!" I asked him, my voice wavering and cracking. He shrugged and pulled the kunai out with a groan and a wince. He dropped it beside him and relaxed, leaning against the wall and myself.

"Sounded good...at the time..." he answered.

"But now you're dying...!" I cried. He moved himself so that he was laying down, part of his upper half on my lap. Tears continued falling as I stroked his hair with my bleeding hands, but he didn't mind.

"Yes! Someone else who appreciates art, yeah!" My face heated up dramatically as he continued to snuggle. He then laughed and I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

"You're cute, yeah" he commented, while pulling me into his lap and resting his head on top of mine.

I sniffed as I started to recall moments.

"I've decided to make Ryuki my apprentince, yeah!" he said happily while I looked at him in shock.

"Because I share your view on art?" I asked to clarify.

"Excatly, yeah!"

"Deidara..." I asked.

"Hm?" he mumbled, his eyes closed. I remained quiet, wondering how to phrase my next sentance.

"You risked your life...to protect your apprentince..." I said. He grinned.

"You made that?" I asked while watching the puppy chase its tail.

"Both of us. My Kekkai Genkai and your chakra, yeah" he explained, while letting the puppy run on the tabletop. I watched it with awe and I looked over at Deidara when I heard him laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked, diverting my attention from the clay puppy. His laugh dimmed down to a soft chuckle and I poked him in the shoulder, wanting to know why he was laughing at me. He simply shook his head as Kisame entered the room again.

"I did, didn't I?" he said, giving a weak laugh. "Glad I can...die, with some pride..." I shook my head, tears falling faster.

"I don't want you to die!" I choked out, closing my eyes to stave off some of the waterworks. "I don't want you to die..." my voice squeeked again. His blue eye looked at me softly, and he pulled himself up using my shoulder and rose to my face level.

"I know you like Kisame..." He pressed his mouth against mine. When he pulled away he gasped.

"But I love you...too..." His eyes dulled as his body slackened, falling into my lap.

Dead.

"D-Deidara s-senpai..." I looked up to see the mask guy from before, I had forgotten about him.

"I-I-I killed s-senpai..." he muttered, his hands at the sides of his head. "I killed senpai...!" His voice was wavering and I could hear him sniffing. Then he was full out crying.

"T-Tobi is a bad boy! T-Tobi is sorry, senpai!" he cried.

I looked down at the dead man in my lap, his blue eye still staring blankly ahead. I couldn't seem to stop crying, this was a criminal, a bad person, but he treated me like a friend once we got past the differences. I rubbed some of the tears away, leaving a red mark from my hand across my cheek.

"Ryuki!!" I looked up to see Kisame running toward me.

"Are you alright--" He stopped talking when he saw Deidara. He stared for a moment before coming over and pulling Deidara off of me, and laying him gently on the ground, his arms by his side, and he closed his eye. Now he looked as if he was sleeping.

Kisame turned his attention to me once I stood up. He made a slight motion, opening his arms further and I all but fell into his hold, sobbing. He held me tightly and whispered sothing words to me as I cried for my lost friend.