Art, everlasting in all of its eternal beauty, it was beautiful even in this aged wooden structure. I lift my hand, my palm resting upon the wooden flesh of the carved mural, stone etching its outlining in the form of angels falling from the heavens, their wings torn from their backs, the wood the form of a soul broken through the darkness. Beautiful and everlasting, this is what true art was, what true art was meant to be. Eternal.
"What are you staring at, un? We have to move on, yeah." My gaze hardens at Deidara's voice as he approaches me from behind, his head resting upon my shoulder lightly as he stares harshly at the mural before us. "What is this, hmm?" Deidara asks, his eyes squinting as if unable to find the reason I would take thetime to appriciate such art. "A carving in a wall, un. What fun, hmm." Deidara scoffs sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he backs away from the carving, the pressure under the weight of his head upon my shoulder easing as he stands back, arms crossed tight over his chest.
"Don't mock something so artistic as this, you idiot. You don't even know what true art is? What's the point in something that dies as it comes into the world? There is no point, nor is there beauty in such a thing." I growl, turning my attention from the mural into Deidara's mocking gaze, my eyes narrowing as a smirk tugs at his lips. "What?" I ask, growing annoyed as his expression lightens as I grow ever more annoyed. "What are you smiling at, idiot?" I nearly shout, my arms thrashing out at his annoying expression.
He breaks into laughter, his voice echoing in the vast cavern submerged miles upon miles beneath the surface, hidden away from all of those that, had they not origionally known of its existence, would never have known of its location. "Nothing, un. It's just that you're exactly like Danna. Personality, likes, dislikes, even how you view art, yeah. I find that very amusing, hmm." Deidara slurrs, turning his back to me as he saunters down the darkness of the cavern.
This cave now supported the Akatsuki as our base, our home. Where we had been beforehand had been destroyed, much to my dismay, by several Anbu of the country of Fire, all of my belongings and my art destroyed in its destruction. Deidara was the only one that was not desturbed by the loss of our once home, most of his belongings already at hand during its destruction.Before this moment I had never been withinour new base, and it takes two hours alonejust to travel through the vast darkness of this cavern to enter the base. Deidara had been kind enough to volunteer in leading me down from its entrance.
"I'm not." I growl, hurrying after him quickly, the chill of the air sending violent shudders through my spine, unwilling to be left in the halflight of the cavern, our only source of light the candles hanging from the walls in equal lengths down the carvedhalls. Deidara chuckles as I hurry to his side, walking briskly in step as we move through the shadows of the cavern.
"Afraid?" He asks, nudging me playfully, smirking at my scowl of displeasure.
"Hell no." I murmur, glaring back at him angrily. He knew well he annoyed me, and he took every opportunity to do so to the fullest extent. Personaly, I was currently unaware of how Sasori was able to stand him for hours and even days whenever they were on missions. I can't stand being alone with him for ten minutes, let alone days. Inthis,as in many other ways, I respected Sasori. I looked up to Sasori, as a person and as an artist.
"Hell yes, yeah." Deidara chuckles, patting my head lightly as one would a child. "Don't worry, I'll prtotect you from the nasty Boogieman, hmm." Deidara murmurs childishly in my ear, earning him a rough slap in the arm. He bursts into laughter, instantly silenced as a shadow crosses our line of vision. Deidara, unperturbed by this new presence, glares into the darkness mockingly. "What are you doing here, un?" Deidara asks as Tobi bounces from the shadows, Zetsu sauntering behind lazily, at no real pace as they, apparently, make their way towards the exit.
"Deidara-Senpai, you're back!" Tobi shouts excitedly, bouncing over to Deidara happily as he drapes his arms over the seventeen year olds shoulders, rocking him childishly back and forth. I nearly snicker at Deidara's distress as he tries to pry the black clad man from his shoulders, a strained look on his normally relaxed features. Tobi pries himself easily from Deidara and is instantly attatched to my arms, rocking me to and fro as Zetsu stands to our side, watching lazily as I try to push Tobi from my body. Deidara laughs at me as I had done him, pointing to me mockingly as I shout for Tobi to let go.
"Tobi, enough." Zetsu orders, sauntering forward through our scene, drawing Tobi from his excitment as Zetsu makes to leave. "We'll be late if you take much longer." Zetsu states calmly as Tobi bids me goodbye with a crushing hug, earning a slap at the thigh as he releases me and hurries after Zetsu, waving excitedly after us as Deidara grabs my arm tightly and leads me through the darkness.
"Honestly, he's brain damaged, hmm." Deidara growls, rolling his eyes at the audible echoes of Tobi's voice as he rants energetically at Zetsu. Tobiwas another member of the akatsuki that could wear on your nerves after a while, but I still loved Tobi's enate ability to make you smile.
I glare towards Deidara as if insulted. "Don't talk about Tobi like that. I actually like Tobi." I state, earning a devious smirk from Deidara as he nudges me playfully in the arm.
"I thought you liked Sasori no Danna, yeah." My eyes widen and my hand strikes out at Deidara, making contact with only air as Deidara moves back enough to dodge my attack against his chest. "Oh, touchy, hmm." Deidara snickers, keeping a safe distance between him and myself. "I must have hit a sensitive nerve then, hmm?" He toys, earning a defensive glare.
"Of course not. I don't have any more feelings for Sasori than I do for, I don't know, you." I growl, a blush dusting the sensitive flesh of my face.
"That mean you're in love with me, hmm?" Deidara gasps mockingly. "Sorry, but I think you're a little too old for me, yeah. But I've always wondered what an older woman would be like, un." He leans back as a kunai grazes pass, lodging itself deep into the cavern wall at his side. Deidara's expression softens to a serious undertone, his only remaining eye boring into my own angered gaze as he straitens to full height. "Why are you so touchy, hmm? If it's about your stuff, I'll take you shopping in a village nearby, un." Deidara states, turning to the most obvious reason as to why I would be so easily annoyed.
I supposed the loss of my belongings would be part of the reason to my recent anger, but what really unnerved me was that it wasn't just that. Deidara's taunts did hit a nerve I didn't want to go near again. I move quickly forward, pretending that Deidara's suggestions were correct. "My art was destroyed. Can you take me shopping to retrieve that?" I growl, earning a dark sigh from Deidara as he hurries after me, falling into step at my side.
"Look, I know you were very close to your...art, hmm." Deidara slurrs, for he did not agree in my tastes in art, my tastes falling into the category of what Sasori believed in. "But you can make new art, yeah. Remember,it isn't the art that makes the artist, it's the heart within, hmm. So long as you have that passion driving you forward, that's what matters, un." Deidara smirks as I pause in step, shocked by such a poetic way of putting that explination, coming from someone like him. "Oh, yeah. I can be deep, un." Deidara laughs as my face brightens, suddenly forgetting our fight about Sasori as my thoughts wander to Deidara's explination.
"You know what, you're right." I smile, moving forward excitedly. "Is my room ready yet?" I ask eagerly, earning a bright bark of laughter as Deidara hurries after me.
"Excited to make new creations, hmm?" Deidara asks, I nod in response. "Yeah, Leader-Sama made sure all of our rooms were ready so there wouldn't be any complaints, hmm. You know how Kisame can be, especially sense he's so sour about losing all of his stuff, un." Deidara laughs as I snicker at the memory of Kisame and Hidan, side by side, cursing everything in sight for losing all of their belongings.
"We should all just be lucky that none of us were hurt when they destroyed it, and that Konan and Pein-Sama were able to get out in time." I smile back as Deidara shrugs subconsciously.
"Yeah, but no one really cares, un. I highly doubt anyone would really care if one of us died, yeah." Deidara states, as I pause, stopping completely as I nearly cause Deidara to run into my back as my body freezes.
No one would care if someone of the Akatsuki died. Though we all became a family when we were placed together in this organization, my initiation incomplete for the lack of a ring to be given to me, we were a family, yet not a family.I was not truly an Akatsuki member, but I was close enough to one than any other subordinate. But what Deidara had said was completely true, no matter how needed one seems, no one would care of their death. No one.
I sigh as Deidara peers over my shoulder, his expression twisted into one of worry. "Hibiki-Chan, are you alright, yeah?" Deidara asks, his voice soft in worry. I move forward, but I do not speak, the truth of those words cutting deeper than any weapon. "Hibiki-Chan, I didn't mean no one would care if an Akatsuki member died, hmm. People would care if you died, un! I'd care, and Tobi, and Sasori no Danna, hmm!" I turn, my expression hard, silencing Deidara instantly.
"Just be quiet, Deidara." I murmur silently, glaring viciously at him before turning to move on through the darkness, unaware of how to actually manuever to our new base, so many twists and turns in this cavern that I was, at the moment, unfamiliar with. Deidara doesn't speak the rest of the walk back, though I knew he wanted to. It takes another hour walking through the silence before an entryway to a room filled with a brighter light than the candels lighting the halls is visible.
I hurry forward, breaking through the entryway, currently unaware of several other Akatsuki members scattered across the room, performing random acts to pass the time, Deidara strolling in behind me as I hurry through the semi-crowded room towards a hallways leading to several doors. I would ask which was mine, but I felt unwanting to hear another's voice at the moment, Deidara' comment making me cold towards the other Akatsuki members. They wouldn't care, they didn't care about anything.
"Is something wrong, Hibiki-Chan?" The voice was dark, emotionless, and familiar. I pause in the entryway, debate upon whether to respond, but my body reacts before I come to terms with what I wanted to do. I move forward through the archway without speaking, and move to the multiple doors to find my bedroom.
*~~~*Deidara's POV*~~~*
I saunter nervously towards the couch, the other members of the Akatsuki sending strange glances towards the exit Hibiki had practically thrown herself through to get away. I knew it was what I had so foolishly said back in the cavern before we arrived, and I knew I really shouldn't have said those things to her, for I knew she was touchy when it came to these things. She could be set off at the simplest of things, but I suppose she would have to learn that not everyone could be her friend, even if Sasori, Tobi and I were.
"What did you do?" Sasori no Danna asks, drawing my attention from my hands after I had sat upon the couch. She had ignored even Sasori no Danna, something she normally didn't do. She had grown close to Sasori for the similarities in their likes and dislikes, even their personality in a way. Sasori no Danna ended up liking her quite a bit over the time she has spent workingwithin the Akatsuki, and I if I were to tell Sasori no Danna that I had said something so cruel to her, he would probably kill me for it. "Well, what the hell did you do?" He asks again, growing annoyed that I had not answered him quickly. Always so impatient, he needed to work on that. He hated waiting and having people wait on him, he couldn't just sit still for a minute and relax. He had to always-
My eyes widen at the blade moving like lightening towards me, forcing me from the couch as it stabs through the worn fabric, originally aimed for me. I land on the floor to its side, my only remaining eye wide as I stare at the calm expression yet fiery look in his eyes. I was making him wait more, wasn't I? "I didn't do anything, un." I respond, earning a vicious glare in responce. The amount of time it had taken to answer had apparently made Sasori no Danna suspicious of me. "Honestly, yeah. I just-" I dodge again, wincing as his attack nearly makes contact with my body. He was growing serious, and I would have to answer him honestly if I didn't want to be badly injured. "I said something stupid, un! That's all, yeah." I call, moving behind Kisame easily, smirking as Kisame shouts in shock at being used as an aquatic shield.
"So you did do something." Sasori's voice was calm, though through the years I've known him I've come to sense that blood-thirsty drawl in his tone. Sasori no Danna really cared for this girl, it seemed. Cute, in a creepy kind of way. Sasori rises from his seat on the worn, tattered chair across the room that was to serve as our living courters and heads for the entryway to the halls that held our bedrooms.
As Sasori exits, Kisame releases a breath no one had realized he was holding and turns to give me a horrid glare. "I should kill you, Guppy." Kisame growls beneath his breath as I shrug lightly as if to clear the air I had used him as my shield.
"It was either me or you, Fish-Boy, and I'm too pretty to die, yeah. Unlike some of our aquatic friends in this room, un." I joke, jumping away from the fuming Kisame as he aims to punch me in my face. I chuckle boyishly, grinning as Itachi orders Kisame to settle down.
"But, he-" Kisame tries to defend himself, but Itachi does not give him that chance.
"Either you shut up, or I make you shut up. Choose wisely." Itachi warns, silencing Kisame instantly as I howl with laughter in the corner, making my way slowly from the room, slipping away once I realized it was safe to leave without notice. I would apologize to Hibiki-Chan, after Sasori no Dannaspoke with her, that is. I smirk as I make my way down the hall towards my bedroom.
"They'd make a cute couple, yeah." I snicker, laughing ever more at my next thought. "Too bad Sasori won't be able to pleasure her like an actual lover would, un." I snicker as I turn to a door to my right, entering my room quickly before locking myself beyond the wood, hidden away from the world beyond.
*~~~*Hibiki'a POV*~~~*
I lie in bed, my eyes wandering the ceiling feverishly, as if searching for all of the answers to ease my aching heart within the cavern walls above. My room was dark, gloomy with its shadows, only several candles given to serve as light. I did not mind the darkness, and the gloomy outlook on my room seemed to fit my mood fine at the moment. I close my eyes from the halflight of my room, unmoving until a knock echoes from my door, drawing me from my thoughts as I turn my eyes towards the lock of the door, watching as it moves slightly in the shadows.
"Hibiki-Chan, may I come in?" Sasori's voice calls, my heart jumping slightly at the knowledge of his presense just beyond the door. I lean onto my elboes, pushing me up slightly to stare at the door, wondering if I should cast Sasori away and return to my sulking. "Hibiki-Chan, please let me in." His voice, soft and melodic, brushes through the doors, easing my worries as I rise silently from my bed, my bare feet slapping slightly against the carved wood as I reach out, unlocking my bedroom door quickly before jumping back, landing cross-legged on the mattress as I watch Sasori push pass my door into my bedroom, eyeing the darkness with uncertainty. "Dark, isn't it?" He asks, eyeing me carefully as he crosses his arms loosly across his chest, leaning against the frame of my door lightly, some kind of emotion flickering in his often times emotionless eyes.
"I don't mind." I respond, flipping back onto my back, my arms spread wide at my sides, my eyes once again boring to the ceiling. A moment passes in silence, and niether Sasori nor I choose to break it. An entire minute passes, yet Sasori does not leave, nor does he speak, causing me to grow extremely self-aware. My arms move to snake across my chest, blocking it from view as if fearful of Sasori's stares. He wasn't perverted, not towards me. Yet I couldn't help but feel subconscious about it.
"Are you feeling alright?" Sasori asks, I feel him shift in the shadows. I close my eyes, listen to the soft rustle of fabric as he walks calmly to my bed, the weight dipping my matess slightly as he sits at my side, a hand moving to rest upon my calf lightly. "Deidara told me he said something. What did he say that made you so upset?" Sasori asks, I nearly smile at the thought that he cared.
"Yeah, but no one really cares, un. I highly doubt anyone would really care if one of us died, yeah."
My emotions falter slightly, sadness flickering in my eyes as I turn from Sasori, my cheek resting upon clasped hands as I turn my back to Sasori. "Nothing. He didn't say anything that bothered me." I whisper, tucking my knees to my chest carefully.
"Liar." Sasori whispers, his tone enough to send violent shudders through my body. Sasori takes notice of this. "Are you afraid of me?" He asks, his tone breaking slightly to reveal an emotion that was familiar onlyin the puppet master's past. My body goes rigid, and without even thinking of my response, my body rises, my eyes wide as I stare at him, a small smile playing at his lips, his eyes soft with emotion. "It's okay if you are. I don't blame you." He whispers, his tone forgiving. He turns his eyes from me, leaning forward to his knees, chuckling lightly to himself. "You don't have to lie to me, Hibiki-Chan. Because...I actually like you..." He turns to me, a small smile playing on his lips. "I would never hurt you." He whispers, his smile faltering as he stands, moving for my open door, his body rigid, though this was common.
"Sasori no Danna-"
He turns, a fire in his eyes that was not there before. "Do not call me your master." He orders, sending a wave of fear through my body, the first time I had ever been fearful of Sasori. He freezes, eyes wide as he realizes his actions. Quickly, he brings a hand to cover his eyes, as though ashamed that he had reacted so. "I'm sorry. Hibiki-Chan, forgive me. I didn't mean to shout at you."
I nod, drawing my hands to my chest, my expression soft and I groap for the words to speak, wanting nothing more than to have Sasori stay with me, know I didn't fear him, know that his presense soothed me like no other has ever done. "Sasori-Kun..." I whisper, drawing his eyes to me once more, the emotion behind them soft, caring... "Don't be sad..." I whisper, noting the sadness in his eyes, causing him to freeze with realization. He was sad. "I don't fear you. I never have, and I never will. In fact-" I lift myself from my matress, a smile tugging at my lips as Sasori watches me approach him, an emotion playing in my eyes that was unfamiliar to either in this room. "In fact, I..." I whisper, pausing before him, staring up into his wide, curious eyes, boring into my own expectantly. I reach to touch his cheek, wishing to draw him down to me, wishing to show him my feelings, my wants. "I... Care for you... Very much..." I whisper, my hand making contact with the wooden flesh of his face, his eyes wide as my hand splays against his cheek.
"Dinner's Ready, un!" Deidara's voice breaks the euphoric air about us, the bubbly blonde bouncing into my room, Tobi leaning against him childishly, apparently back from whatever mission he had been assigned with Zetsu. Anger flicks through Sasori's eyes, I draw my hand back quickly as he turns, flashing in the dark, eyes dangerous as Deidara and Tobi freeze, rigid beneath his glares. "Uhm... Did I interupt something, hmm?" Deidara asks, raising a brow, fearful of the rage behind Sasori's eyes.
Sasori looks as if he were about to speak, though I don't give him that chance. "Nope. I'm hungry, let's go eat." I sigh, passing Sasori quickly, hearing a small spurt of stutterings as his hands reach for me, brushing against my arms lightly, though they do not tighten to hold me from leaving. "What's for dinner?" I ask, Tobi bouncing easily from Deidara's shoulders to my own, gripping me tightly as he explains feverishly that Kisame had cooked dinner tonight. "Great, just what everyone needs: Food poisoning." Tobi's laughs echo down the hall as I leave the furious redhead alone with the violently fearful blonde.
I roam the halls, Tobi speaking furiously of random things, only briefly describing the mission Zetsu had allowed him to attend, a recovery mission. The details were not explained, yet Tobi did not mind explaining other things, bouncing from the walls as he spoke quickly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he dances about me as we make our way to the dining area.
"Tobi, do you think Sasori looked...angry?" I ask, bringing my hand to my chin thoughtfully, causing Tobi to pause in his rants, though he still jumped about excitedly.
"Oh, he looked furious. Maybe he'll even kill Deidara-Senpai." Tobi states thoughtfully, scratching at his head roughly before moving fowards exuberently. "What were you and Sasori-Senpai doing in your room alone, Hibiki-Chan?" I pause, remembering what I had confessed to Sasori, what I had said to him as I watched a fire flicker behind his eyes at my touch.
"Nothing." I whisper, moving forward, a blush dusting my cheeks at the memory. I push the thoughts from my mind, clouding them over with images of what Kisame may have made for tonights dinner. Try as I might, I could not relieve myself of Sasori's image, that unfamiliar flicker of fire in his lazy eyes, the feel of his wooden flesh beneath my palm. I shut my eyes off from the hall, Tobi continuing in his rants, though I was barely listening, intent on having my emotions guarded, to push Sasori's image from my mind. These attempts were futile.
"Hibiki-Chan?" My eyes open to the darkness of the cavern, lit only by several lights, casting shadows dancing upon cavern walls. Tobi stood back, pausing in his joyful steps, a large opening at his side leading to a place filled with light. I turn to him, eyes wide that I had failed to notice this place of bright, white light. "Hibiki-Chan missed the kitchen. It's here." Tobi states, pointing towards the opening, cocking his head slightly to one side before moving to enter the kitchen briskly, the scent of cooking masking the air.
I move through the shadows, turning to the light before masking my eyes from the hurtful rays. "Damn it." I whisper, moving forward to the kitchen, only slightly aware of those that filled the room. The lights dimmed, I opened my eyes to reveal Hidan leaning against the wall, his hand lowering the switch to a dull golden color that basked the room in its golden hue, casting shadows, large and dancing, across the floors.
"If you didn't live in that cave you call a bedroom, maybe the light wouldn't hurt your eyes so badly." Hidan scoffs, removing his hand from the switch, turning to the table to take his place at Kakuzu's side. I scowl, my brow wrinkling slightly as I glare at him.
"Last time I checked, we live in a cave, dumb ass." I snort, earning a dark glare as Hidan's salmon colored eyes bare daggers in my direction. "Not the best choice of living, if I say so myself." I reason, turning to Kisame who cursed lightly beneath his breath for having had to cook dinner tonight, despising cooking and stating often that a kitchen was a womans' place, which earned several surprise attacks from Konan and I.
"You don't like it, quit the Akatsuki, damn it. Shit, I'll help you pack." Hidan growls, throwing a finger at me, his expression twisted as I took a seat at Tobi's side, a place Deidara would normally have sat, though I decided to be extra cruel and give him a place at Sasori's side. He deserved this, for breaking the moment between Sasori and myself, breaking that moment where Sasori finally realized my feelings for him, and I finally showed them after all of this time.
"What were you saying, Hidan?" A voice echoes from the entryway, a limping Deidara followed shortly after a satisfied Sasori. I eye Deidara shortly, his features consealed behind locks of his hair, though what flesh was visible through the golden locks appeared blackened, as if Sasori had beaten him roughly across the jaw. His legs seemed weak as he dropped the the chair at my side, leaning forward over the plate as if about to give into himself, a sigh parting his lips. "You're in my seat." Sasori scolds, draggin Deidara up by tendrils of hair, earning a deep gasp of pain as Deidara's face becomes visible. Blood clotted beneath his nose, his eyes swollen, blackened as if he had been severly beaten. I gasp at the harsh attitude Sasori had gained for Deidara's disruptance.
Deidara coughs, as if he struggled to speak in response, though his remark was sarcastic, which rose worry in the pit of my stomach for his safety. Sasori was not one to test when he became enraged over something. "Actually, Hibiki-Chan is in my seat, I'm in her's, un. You still sit there." Deidara smirks, motioning to the seat at his right, causing Sasori to drop his hair, bringing his fist roughly into his jaw, sending him flying back into the wall, leaving a deep crater where he had landed.
"Holy Jashin! What the hell!?" Hidan shouts, watching Sasori's fist tighten, cracking the wooden joints back to place as he glares back, Deidara falling limply to the floor, his hair brushing forward to cover his bruised features, fresh blood parting his lips, staining the front of his shirt. "What the fuck isup with you, Sasori? Not that I mind the senseless violence, but wasn't that a bit...out of nowhere?" Hidan asks, his eyes wide as Sasori takes a seat at my side. "And do you even eat, Fuck-puppet?" Hidan asks, earning a dark glare as Sasori rounds on him.
"No." Was his simple reply, hidden behind a false sense of calm, Deidara's groans filling the air as he groaps at the walls in hopes of lifting himself to his feet, stumbling slightly as he rises, his body shuddering violently. How I wanted to go to him, help him, but Sasori may get the wrong idea, and I didn't want that. Not after having shared such an intimate moment with him. "Hibiki-Chan, are you feeling alright?" My eyes snap forward, landing on the contented smile of Sasori, his expression calm, his eyes alight with a satisfied fire. His tone was soft, appealing, and I felt myself shudder before him, his eyes slitting slowly, enjoying this moment, knowing his effect on me. So quickly had he become flirtascious towards me after one sign of intimacy.
"I'm fine." I reply, shedding my tone of all pleasure his voice had left me to feel. Glancing back at Deidara, I murmur, "Think Dei may have some mental damage, though." A bark of laughter shakes Deidara's body as he limps violently towards the empty seat beside Sasori, earning a dark, clouded glare from the puppet master.
"The brain damage was there before the beating, love, hmm." Deidara comments, a satisfied look overshadowing his eyes as Sasori's appearance turns fierce, freezing at what Deidara had chosen to call me. Deidara's smirk falters. "Sorry about earlier, yeah." Deidara whispers, earning an almost satisfied glare from Sasori. "What I said was stupid, yeah. I didn't think, I didn't mean it, hmm." Deidara murmurs, eye going wide as Kisame slaps a plate down in front of him, tossing several other plates around the table, though leaving Sasori from this.
"Dinner's ready." Kisame snarls, watching our expression turn horrified, Deidara prodding what was on his plate as if it were ready to breath life and devour him. Konan lifts her plate, examining the creature warily, her eyes watching the blob of flesh shudder as if breathing on her plate. Kakuzu lifts the pulppy mess with a chakra tenticle forming from his back, eyeing it carefully, poking it slowly with his indext finger. Pein was absent from this dinner, lucky bastard. Itachi says nothing, simply stares down at the bubbling ooze before sending a dark glare towards his aquatic partner. Tobi sniffs at his, squeeling as something rises from its middle, splattering onto his orange mask, staining it grey.
"What the fuck is this?" Hidan asks, not even moving to touch the strange being on our plates. Sasori leans over my shoulder, pressing lightly against me as he eyes my plate warily.
"Looks like an animal after Zetsu digested it." Sasori murmurs, and only then do I realize Zetsu also is absent from the table. Another lucky son of a bitch.
"What are two trying to get at? It's food!" Kisame screams, glaring viciously between Hidan and Sasori, Sasori taking several chakra strings, prodding the gooey mess with a fork. Smirking, he attatches several chakra strings the the grey, bubbling goop, making it rise from my plate and fling itself at Kisame, gurgling violently as Kisame's screams fill the room, his arms flailing as the mess splatters against his face. Kisame runs across the room, his screams muffled against his evil concoctions as Deidara's barks of laughter echoe through the room.
"Man, Danna, you're more evil than usual today, hmm." Deidara laughs as Kisame writhes on the ground, Hidan laughing violently at his pain before throwing his plate and several other's at Kisame until the blue, aquatic man lay sprawled on the ground, unmoving. "Think he's dead, un?" Deidara asks, walking over to the soaked Kisame, prodding his side carefully with his foot. Screaming, Kisame jumps to his feet, his arms sprawled as Deidara screeches. "Muck monster!" Deidara screams, the comical display of the blinded Kisame chasing the screaming Deidara around the kitchen too much to take.
I break into laughter, joining the freaking Hidan as Kakuzu rises from the table, making his way to the refridgerator, Konan unable to take her eyes from the pathetic scene displayed before her. "I don't think Zetsu and Pein realize how lucky they are." Konan sighs, shaking her head sadly as Deidara scratches at the wall, as if to claw his way away from Kisame. Sasori shakes his head, as if sadly before rising and joining Kakuzu at the refridgerator.
Tobi screeches, jumping from his seat onto Deidara's back, earning several kicks to the shin before Deidara pushes Tobi towards the advancing Kisame. "Take him! I'm too pretty to die!" Deidara squeels, pushing the screaming Tobi into Kisame before running, his arms flailing, from the room.
An apple falls from no where, landing on my lap neatly between my hands. I glance up, Sasori smiling down at me before taking a seat next to me once more. Kisame and Tobi struggle to pry themselves off of the other, though the mess had seemingly glued them together. I smile at Sasori, thank him softly before eating the bright colored fruit. Munching happily on my small dinner, I watch with enjoyment flashing in my eyes as Kisame and Tobi fall to the floor with a sickening sucking sound. I laugh, my mouth full of sweet fruit, unnoticing of Sasori's stares, Hidan falling from his chair at the display.
Finishing my dinner, I toss the core to the trash, standing as I dust my Akatsuki robe of invisible dust. Sasori rises, only barely glancing about the kitchen as several other Akatsuki members wander, finding their dinner grudgingly, all agreed Kisame would never be allowed to cook for them again. "May I talk with you alone, Hibiki-Chan?" Sasori asks, turning his eyes towards my retreating form, making me pause and turn to him, my heart pounding, my eyes wide.
"Of course, Sasori." I spoke as if there were nothing between us, nothing to think of the guesture, but this was not an ordinary chat, and my heart seemed to perform flips in my chest as he brushes pass, his scent wafting to my nose, my cheeks dusting red as I follow after him, leading me to some unknown place.
As we walked through the halls, I half expected Deidara to break the silence distanced between Sasori and myself, as if expecting him to spring from the wall, that horrid smirk played on his lips, his bruises shining in the half light of the candles glowing like pinpricks in the darkness of the cavern walkway. Yet Deidara did not come, and Sasori was left to guide me to a darkened room, his room, filled with darkness and shadows that danced.
"What did you want to speak with me about?" I whisper, my heart jumping as I enter, moving toward his bed, pausing as Sasori glides through the archway, shutting the door behind him. We are basked in darkness, and I pause in fear of moving and bumping something, breaking one of his magnificent works of art. If I had broken one of the collection of his beautiful artwork, I'd have to kick my own ass. Arms snake around my waist, a gasp parting my lips as I am brought to his hard, wooden chest, my breath catching in my throat as he nuzzles affectionately into my neck.
Sasori brings his lips to my ear, his breath rolling gently over tender flesh, his teeth nipping the lobe lightly before he spoke."You were saying something earlier. I want to hear you finish it." Sasori whispers, his breath rolling from my ear to my neck, sending violent shudders through my body. "Here, where we won't be desturbed by Deidara. Tell me." He nips at my ear once more, licking inside as his tongue trails down to my neck, leaving my body aching.
"S-Sasori." I whisper, gripping at his arms, tightening around my abdomen.
"Tell me." He whispers, nipping at the sensitve flesh of my neck. "I need to hear it." He murmurs, finding the sensitive spot of my neck, where neck met shoulder, and I give out a soft, audible moan. "Say it." He commands, biting the tender flesh roughly. My cheeks felt as if someone had lit them aflame, and my breath quickened at his touch, the feel of him pressed tightly against my back, his wooden flesh tight against me.
"Sa-Sasori...I..." I gasp, his arms twirling me to face him, hislazily slantedeyes meeting my own wide ones. I was making him wait. My eyes close, shutting his dark figure from my line of sight before opening to find his breath rolling over my lips, expectant. "Sasori... I...I lo-" He licks at my lips, drawing another gasp from my unexpectant body.
"Tell me." He rasps, pressing himself tighter against my body.
"Sasori, I..." I breath deeply, breathing his scent, ignoring the pounding in my chest as I will myself to speak. Without thought, without thinking of how to weave my love to words, I press my lips tightly against his own, taking him in a soft, innocent kiss which he quickly reverts to something harder, something rough. A moment passes, I deny him entry to my lips, and smirk as his breath parts his own in a tired sigh. "I love you... Danna..." He freezes, I smirk. Suddenly, he chuckles, pressing his lips roughly against my own before pulling away so suddenly, leaving me craving more.
"I love you too... My little slave." He whispers before pushing me roughly through the darkness onto something soft, leaning over my body quickly, kissing me passionatly in the darkness of his room. His tongue slips through my lips, agape from surprise at the sudden advance, my eyes wide as his hands move to find my chest, teasing me, pleasing me. Pulling away, he rests his head upon my own, his breath labored as he stares down through the darkness at me. "I can not pleasure you as I could have when I was completely human." He whispers, as if I did not already know this fact.
"That's alright, Danna." I whisper, drawing his lips to my own, kissing him passionately. "We'll find other means..."
"What are you staring at, un? We have to move on, yeah." My gaze hardens at Deidara's voice as he approaches me from behind, his head resting upon my shoulder lightly as he stares harshly at the mural before us. "What is this, hmm?" Deidara asks, his eyes squinting as if unable to find the reason I would take thetime to appriciate such art. "A carving in a wall, un. What fun, hmm." Deidara scoffs sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he backs away from the carving, the pressure under the weight of his head upon my shoulder easing as he stands back, arms crossed tight over his chest.
"Don't mock something so artistic as this, you idiot. You don't even know what true art is? What's the point in something that dies as it comes into the world? There is no point, nor is there beauty in such a thing." I growl, turning my attention from the mural into Deidara's mocking gaze, my eyes narrowing as a smirk tugs at his lips. "What?" I ask, growing annoyed as his expression lightens as I grow ever more annoyed. "What are you smiling at, idiot?" I nearly shout, my arms thrashing out at his annoying expression.
He breaks into laughter, his voice echoing in the vast cavern submerged miles upon miles beneath the surface, hidden away from all of those that, had they not origionally known of its existence, would never have known of its location. "Nothing, un. It's just that you're exactly like Danna. Personality, likes, dislikes, even how you view art, yeah. I find that very amusing, hmm." Deidara slurrs, turning his back to me as he saunters down the darkness of the cavern.
This cave now supported the Akatsuki as our base, our home. Where we had been beforehand had been destroyed, much to my dismay, by several Anbu of the country of Fire, all of my belongings and my art destroyed in its destruction. Deidara was the only one that was not desturbed by the loss of our once home, most of his belongings already at hand during its destruction.Before this moment I had never been withinour new base, and it takes two hours alonejust to travel through the vast darkness of this cavern to enter the base. Deidara had been kind enough to volunteer in leading me down from its entrance.
"I'm not." I growl, hurrying after him quickly, the chill of the air sending violent shudders through my spine, unwilling to be left in the halflight of the cavern, our only source of light the candles hanging from the walls in equal lengths down the carvedhalls. Deidara chuckles as I hurry to his side, walking briskly in step as we move through the shadows of the cavern.
"Afraid?" He asks, nudging me playfully, smirking at my scowl of displeasure.
"Hell no." I murmur, glaring back at him angrily. He knew well he annoyed me, and he took every opportunity to do so to the fullest extent. Personaly, I was currently unaware of how Sasori was able to stand him for hours and even days whenever they were on missions. I can't stand being alone with him for ten minutes, let alone days. Inthis,as in many other ways, I respected Sasori. I looked up to Sasori, as a person and as an artist.
"Hell yes, yeah." Deidara chuckles, patting my head lightly as one would a child. "Don't worry, I'll prtotect you from the nasty Boogieman, hmm." Deidara murmurs childishly in my ear, earning him a rough slap in the arm. He bursts into laughter, instantly silenced as a shadow crosses our line of vision. Deidara, unperturbed by this new presence, glares into the darkness mockingly. "What are you doing here, un?" Deidara asks as Tobi bounces from the shadows, Zetsu sauntering behind lazily, at no real pace as they, apparently, make their way towards the exit.
"Deidara-Senpai, you're back!" Tobi shouts excitedly, bouncing over to Deidara happily as he drapes his arms over the seventeen year olds shoulders, rocking him childishly back and forth. I nearly snicker at Deidara's distress as he tries to pry the black clad man from his shoulders, a strained look on his normally relaxed features. Tobi pries himself easily from Deidara and is instantly attatched to my arms, rocking me to and fro as Zetsu stands to our side, watching lazily as I try to push Tobi from my body. Deidara laughs at me as I had done him, pointing to me mockingly as I shout for Tobi to let go.
"Tobi, enough." Zetsu orders, sauntering forward through our scene, drawing Tobi from his excitment as Zetsu makes to leave. "We'll be late if you take much longer." Zetsu states calmly as Tobi bids me goodbye with a crushing hug, earning a slap at the thigh as he releases me and hurries after Zetsu, waving excitedly after us as Deidara grabs my arm tightly and leads me through the darkness.
"Honestly, he's brain damaged, hmm." Deidara growls, rolling his eyes at the audible echoes of Tobi's voice as he rants energetically at Zetsu. Tobiwas another member of the akatsuki that could wear on your nerves after a while, but I still loved Tobi's enate ability to make you smile.
I glare towards Deidara as if insulted. "Don't talk about Tobi like that. I actually like Tobi." I state, earning a devious smirk from Deidara as he nudges me playfully in the arm.
"I thought you liked Sasori no Danna, yeah." My eyes widen and my hand strikes out at Deidara, making contact with only air as Deidara moves back enough to dodge my attack against his chest. "Oh, touchy, hmm." Deidara snickers, keeping a safe distance between him and myself. "I must have hit a sensitive nerve then, hmm?" He toys, earning a defensive glare.
"Of course not. I don't have any more feelings for Sasori than I do for, I don't know, you." I growl, a blush dusting the sensitive flesh of my face.
"That mean you're in love with me, hmm?" Deidara gasps mockingly. "Sorry, but I think you're a little too old for me, yeah. But I've always wondered what an older woman would be like, un." He leans back as a kunai grazes pass, lodging itself deep into the cavern wall at his side. Deidara's expression softens to a serious undertone, his only remaining eye boring into my own angered gaze as he straitens to full height. "Why are you so touchy, hmm? If it's about your stuff, I'll take you shopping in a village nearby, un." Deidara states, turning to the most obvious reason as to why I would be so easily annoyed.
I supposed the loss of my belongings would be part of the reason to my recent anger, but what really unnerved me was that it wasn't just that. Deidara's taunts did hit a nerve I didn't want to go near again. I move quickly forward, pretending that Deidara's suggestions were correct. "My art was destroyed. Can you take me shopping to retrieve that?" I growl, earning a dark sigh from Deidara as he hurries after me, falling into step at my side.
"Look, I know you were very close to your...art, hmm." Deidara slurrs, for he did not agree in my tastes in art, my tastes falling into the category of what Sasori believed in. "But you can make new art, yeah. Remember,it isn't the art that makes the artist, it's the heart within, hmm. So long as you have that passion driving you forward, that's what matters, un." Deidara smirks as I pause in step, shocked by such a poetic way of putting that explination, coming from someone like him. "Oh, yeah. I can be deep, un." Deidara laughs as my face brightens, suddenly forgetting our fight about Sasori as my thoughts wander to Deidara's explination.
"You know what, you're right." I smile, moving forward excitedly. "Is my room ready yet?" I ask eagerly, earning a bright bark of laughter as Deidara hurries after me.
"Excited to make new creations, hmm?" Deidara asks, I nod in response. "Yeah, Leader-Sama made sure all of our rooms were ready so there wouldn't be any complaints, hmm. You know how Kisame can be, especially sense he's so sour about losing all of his stuff, un." Deidara laughs as I snicker at the memory of Kisame and Hidan, side by side, cursing everything in sight for losing all of their belongings.
"We should all just be lucky that none of us were hurt when they destroyed it, and that Konan and Pein-Sama were able to get out in time." I smile back as Deidara shrugs subconsciously.
"Yeah, but no one really cares, un. I highly doubt anyone would really care if one of us died, yeah." Deidara states, as I pause, stopping completely as I nearly cause Deidara to run into my back as my body freezes.
No one would care if someone of the Akatsuki died. Though we all became a family when we were placed together in this organization, my initiation incomplete for the lack of a ring to be given to me, we were a family, yet not a family.I was not truly an Akatsuki member, but I was close enough to one than any other subordinate. But what Deidara had said was completely true, no matter how needed one seems, no one would care of their death. No one.
I sigh as Deidara peers over my shoulder, his expression twisted into one of worry. "Hibiki-Chan, are you alright, yeah?" Deidara asks, his voice soft in worry. I move forward, but I do not speak, the truth of those words cutting deeper than any weapon. "Hibiki-Chan, I didn't mean no one would care if an Akatsuki member died, hmm. People would care if you died, un! I'd care, and Tobi, and Sasori no Danna, hmm!" I turn, my expression hard, silencing Deidara instantly.
"Just be quiet, Deidara." I murmur silently, glaring viciously at him before turning to move on through the darkness, unaware of how to actually manuever to our new base, so many twists and turns in this cavern that I was, at the moment, unfamiliar with. Deidara doesn't speak the rest of the walk back, though I knew he wanted to. It takes another hour walking through the silence before an entryway to a room filled with a brighter light than the candels lighting the halls is visible.
I hurry forward, breaking through the entryway, currently unaware of several other Akatsuki members scattered across the room, performing random acts to pass the time, Deidara strolling in behind me as I hurry through the semi-crowded room towards a hallways leading to several doors. I would ask which was mine, but I felt unwanting to hear another's voice at the moment, Deidara' comment making me cold towards the other Akatsuki members. They wouldn't care, they didn't care about anything.
"Is something wrong, Hibiki-Chan?" The voice was dark, emotionless, and familiar. I pause in the entryway, debate upon whether to respond, but my body reacts before I come to terms with what I wanted to do. I move forward through the archway without speaking, and move to the multiple doors to find my bedroom.
*~~~*Deidara's POV*~~~*
I saunter nervously towards the couch, the other members of the Akatsuki sending strange glances towards the exit Hibiki had practically thrown herself through to get away. I knew it was what I had so foolishly said back in the cavern before we arrived, and I knew I really shouldn't have said those things to her, for I knew she was touchy when it came to these things. She could be set off at the simplest of things, but I suppose she would have to learn that not everyone could be her friend, even if Sasori, Tobi and I were.
"What did you do?" Sasori no Danna asks, drawing my attention from my hands after I had sat upon the couch. She had ignored even Sasori no Danna, something she normally didn't do. She had grown close to Sasori for the similarities in their likes and dislikes, even their personality in a way. Sasori no Danna ended up liking her quite a bit over the time she has spent workingwithin the Akatsuki, and I if I were to tell Sasori no Danna that I had said something so cruel to her, he would probably kill me for it. "Well, what the hell did you do?" He asks again, growing annoyed that I had not answered him quickly. Always so impatient, he needed to work on that. He hated waiting and having people wait on him, he couldn't just sit still for a minute and relax. He had to always-
My eyes widen at the blade moving like lightening towards me, forcing me from the couch as it stabs through the worn fabric, originally aimed for me. I land on the floor to its side, my only remaining eye wide as I stare at the calm expression yet fiery look in his eyes. I was making him wait more, wasn't I? "I didn't do anything, un." I respond, earning a vicious glare in responce. The amount of time it had taken to answer had apparently made Sasori no Danna suspicious of me. "Honestly, yeah. I just-" I dodge again, wincing as his attack nearly makes contact with my body. He was growing serious, and I would have to answer him honestly if I didn't want to be badly injured. "I said something stupid, un! That's all, yeah." I call, moving behind Kisame easily, smirking as Kisame shouts in shock at being used as an aquatic shield.
"So you did do something." Sasori's voice was calm, though through the years I've known him I've come to sense that blood-thirsty drawl in his tone. Sasori no Danna really cared for this girl, it seemed. Cute, in a creepy kind of way. Sasori rises from his seat on the worn, tattered chair across the room that was to serve as our living courters and heads for the entryway to the halls that held our bedrooms.
As Sasori exits, Kisame releases a breath no one had realized he was holding and turns to give me a horrid glare. "I should kill you, Guppy." Kisame growls beneath his breath as I shrug lightly as if to clear the air I had used him as my shield.
"It was either me or you, Fish-Boy, and I'm too pretty to die, yeah. Unlike some of our aquatic friends in this room, un." I joke, jumping away from the fuming Kisame as he aims to punch me in my face. I chuckle boyishly, grinning as Itachi orders Kisame to settle down.
"But, he-" Kisame tries to defend himself, but Itachi does not give him that chance.
"Either you shut up, or I make you shut up. Choose wisely." Itachi warns, silencing Kisame instantly as I howl with laughter in the corner, making my way slowly from the room, slipping away once I realized it was safe to leave without notice. I would apologize to Hibiki-Chan, after Sasori no Dannaspoke with her, that is. I smirk as I make my way down the hall towards my bedroom.
"They'd make a cute couple, yeah." I snicker, laughing ever more at my next thought. "Too bad Sasori won't be able to pleasure her like an actual lover would, un." I snicker as I turn to a door to my right, entering my room quickly before locking myself beyond the wood, hidden away from the world beyond.
*~~~*Hibiki'a POV*~~~*
I lie in bed, my eyes wandering the ceiling feverishly, as if searching for all of the answers to ease my aching heart within the cavern walls above. My room was dark, gloomy with its shadows, only several candles given to serve as light. I did not mind the darkness, and the gloomy outlook on my room seemed to fit my mood fine at the moment. I close my eyes from the halflight of my room, unmoving until a knock echoes from my door, drawing me from my thoughts as I turn my eyes towards the lock of the door, watching as it moves slightly in the shadows.
"Hibiki-Chan, may I come in?" Sasori's voice calls, my heart jumping slightly at the knowledge of his presense just beyond the door. I lean onto my elboes, pushing me up slightly to stare at the door, wondering if I should cast Sasori away and return to my sulking. "Hibiki-Chan, please let me in." His voice, soft and melodic, brushes through the doors, easing my worries as I rise silently from my bed, my bare feet slapping slightly against the carved wood as I reach out, unlocking my bedroom door quickly before jumping back, landing cross-legged on the mattress as I watch Sasori push pass my door into my bedroom, eyeing the darkness with uncertainty. "Dark, isn't it?" He asks, eyeing me carefully as he crosses his arms loosly across his chest, leaning against the frame of my door lightly, some kind of emotion flickering in his often times emotionless eyes.
"I don't mind." I respond, flipping back onto my back, my arms spread wide at my sides, my eyes once again boring to the ceiling. A moment passes in silence, and niether Sasori nor I choose to break it. An entire minute passes, yet Sasori does not leave, nor does he speak, causing me to grow extremely self-aware. My arms move to snake across my chest, blocking it from view as if fearful of Sasori's stares. He wasn't perverted, not towards me. Yet I couldn't help but feel subconscious about it.
"Are you feeling alright?" Sasori asks, I feel him shift in the shadows. I close my eyes, listen to the soft rustle of fabric as he walks calmly to my bed, the weight dipping my matess slightly as he sits at my side, a hand moving to rest upon my calf lightly. "Deidara told me he said something. What did he say that made you so upset?" Sasori asks, I nearly smile at the thought that he cared.
"Yeah, but no one really cares, un. I highly doubt anyone would really care if one of us died, yeah."
My emotions falter slightly, sadness flickering in my eyes as I turn from Sasori, my cheek resting upon clasped hands as I turn my back to Sasori. "Nothing. He didn't say anything that bothered me." I whisper, tucking my knees to my chest carefully.
"Liar." Sasori whispers, his tone enough to send violent shudders through my body. Sasori takes notice of this. "Are you afraid of me?" He asks, his tone breaking slightly to reveal an emotion that was familiar onlyin the puppet master's past. My body goes rigid, and without even thinking of my response, my body rises, my eyes wide as I stare at him, a small smile playing at his lips, his eyes soft with emotion. "It's okay if you are. I don't blame you." He whispers, his tone forgiving. He turns his eyes from me, leaning forward to his knees, chuckling lightly to himself. "You don't have to lie to me, Hibiki-Chan. Because...I actually like you..." He turns to me, a small smile playing on his lips. "I would never hurt you." He whispers, his smile faltering as he stands, moving for my open door, his body rigid, though this was common.
"Sasori no Danna-"
He turns, a fire in his eyes that was not there before. "Do not call me your master." He orders, sending a wave of fear through my body, the first time I had ever been fearful of Sasori. He freezes, eyes wide as he realizes his actions. Quickly, he brings a hand to cover his eyes, as though ashamed that he had reacted so. "I'm sorry. Hibiki-Chan, forgive me. I didn't mean to shout at you."
I nod, drawing my hands to my chest, my expression soft and I groap for the words to speak, wanting nothing more than to have Sasori stay with me, know I didn't fear him, know that his presense soothed me like no other has ever done. "Sasori-Kun..." I whisper, drawing his eyes to me once more, the emotion behind them soft, caring... "Don't be sad..." I whisper, noting the sadness in his eyes, causing him to freeze with realization. He was sad. "I don't fear you. I never have, and I never will. In fact-" I lift myself from my matress, a smile tugging at my lips as Sasori watches me approach him, an emotion playing in my eyes that was unfamiliar to either in this room. "In fact, I..." I whisper, pausing before him, staring up into his wide, curious eyes, boring into my own expectantly. I reach to touch his cheek, wishing to draw him down to me, wishing to show him my feelings, my wants. "I... Care for you... Very much..." I whisper, my hand making contact with the wooden flesh of his face, his eyes wide as my hand splays against his cheek.
"Dinner's Ready, un!" Deidara's voice breaks the euphoric air about us, the bubbly blonde bouncing into my room, Tobi leaning against him childishly, apparently back from whatever mission he had been assigned with Zetsu. Anger flicks through Sasori's eyes, I draw my hand back quickly as he turns, flashing in the dark, eyes dangerous as Deidara and Tobi freeze, rigid beneath his glares. "Uhm... Did I interupt something, hmm?" Deidara asks, raising a brow, fearful of the rage behind Sasori's eyes.
Sasori looks as if he were about to speak, though I don't give him that chance. "Nope. I'm hungry, let's go eat." I sigh, passing Sasori quickly, hearing a small spurt of stutterings as his hands reach for me, brushing against my arms lightly, though they do not tighten to hold me from leaving. "What's for dinner?" I ask, Tobi bouncing easily from Deidara's shoulders to my own, gripping me tightly as he explains feverishly that Kisame had cooked dinner tonight. "Great, just what everyone needs: Food poisoning." Tobi's laughs echo down the hall as I leave the furious redhead alone with the violently fearful blonde.
I roam the halls, Tobi speaking furiously of random things, only briefly describing the mission Zetsu had allowed him to attend, a recovery mission. The details were not explained, yet Tobi did not mind explaining other things, bouncing from the walls as he spoke quickly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he dances about me as we make our way to the dining area.
"Tobi, do you think Sasori looked...angry?" I ask, bringing my hand to my chin thoughtfully, causing Tobi to pause in his rants, though he still jumped about excitedly.
"Oh, he looked furious. Maybe he'll even kill Deidara-Senpai." Tobi states thoughtfully, scratching at his head roughly before moving fowards exuberently. "What were you and Sasori-Senpai doing in your room alone, Hibiki-Chan?" I pause, remembering what I had confessed to Sasori, what I had said to him as I watched a fire flicker behind his eyes at my touch.
"Nothing." I whisper, moving forward, a blush dusting my cheeks at the memory. I push the thoughts from my mind, clouding them over with images of what Kisame may have made for tonights dinner. Try as I might, I could not relieve myself of Sasori's image, that unfamiliar flicker of fire in his lazy eyes, the feel of his wooden flesh beneath my palm. I shut my eyes off from the hall, Tobi continuing in his rants, though I was barely listening, intent on having my emotions guarded, to push Sasori's image from my mind. These attempts were futile.
"Hibiki-Chan?" My eyes open to the darkness of the cavern, lit only by several lights, casting shadows dancing upon cavern walls. Tobi stood back, pausing in his joyful steps, a large opening at his side leading to a place filled with light. I turn to him, eyes wide that I had failed to notice this place of bright, white light. "Hibiki-Chan missed the kitchen. It's here." Tobi states, pointing towards the opening, cocking his head slightly to one side before moving to enter the kitchen briskly, the scent of cooking masking the air.
I move through the shadows, turning to the light before masking my eyes from the hurtful rays. "Damn it." I whisper, moving forward to the kitchen, only slightly aware of those that filled the room. The lights dimmed, I opened my eyes to reveal Hidan leaning against the wall, his hand lowering the switch to a dull golden color that basked the room in its golden hue, casting shadows, large and dancing, across the floors.
"If you didn't live in that cave you call a bedroom, maybe the light wouldn't hurt your eyes so badly." Hidan scoffs, removing his hand from the switch, turning to the table to take his place at Kakuzu's side. I scowl, my brow wrinkling slightly as I glare at him.
"Last time I checked, we live in a cave, dumb ass." I snort, earning a dark glare as Hidan's salmon colored eyes bare daggers in my direction. "Not the best choice of living, if I say so myself." I reason, turning to Kisame who cursed lightly beneath his breath for having had to cook dinner tonight, despising cooking and stating often that a kitchen was a womans' place, which earned several surprise attacks from Konan and I.
"You don't like it, quit the Akatsuki, damn it. Shit, I'll help you pack." Hidan growls, throwing a finger at me, his expression twisted as I took a seat at Tobi's side, a place Deidara would normally have sat, though I decided to be extra cruel and give him a place at Sasori's side. He deserved this, for breaking the moment between Sasori and myself, breaking that moment where Sasori finally realized my feelings for him, and I finally showed them after all of this time.
"What were you saying, Hidan?" A voice echoes from the entryway, a limping Deidara followed shortly after a satisfied Sasori. I eye Deidara shortly, his features consealed behind locks of his hair, though what flesh was visible through the golden locks appeared blackened, as if Sasori had beaten him roughly across the jaw. His legs seemed weak as he dropped the the chair at my side, leaning forward over the plate as if about to give into himself, a sigh parting his lips. "You're in my seat." Sasori scolds, draggin Deidara up by tendrils of hair, earning a deep gasp of pain as Deidara's face becomes visible. Blood clotted beneath his nose, his eyes swollen, blackened as if he had been severly beaten. I gasp at the harsh attitude Sasori had gained for Deidara's disruptance.
Deidara coughs, as if he struggled to speak in response, though his remark was sarcastic, which rose worry in the pit of my stomach for his safety. Sasori was not one to test when he became enraged over something. "Actually, Hibiki-Chan is in my seat, I'm in her's, un. You still sit there." Deidara smirks, motioning to the seat at his right, causing Sasori to drop his hair, bringing his fist roughly into his jaw, sending him flying back into the wall, leaving a deep crater where he had landed.
"Holy Jashin! What the hell!?" Hidan shouts, watching Sasori's fist tighten, cracking the wooden joints back to place as he glares back, Deidara falling limply to the floor, his hair brushing forward to cover his bruised features, fresh blood parting his lips, staining the front of his shirt. "What the fuck isup with you, Sasori? Not that I mind the senseless violence, but wasn't that a bit...out of nowhere?" Hidan asks, his eyes wide as Sasori takes a seat at my side. "And do you even eat, Fuck-puppet?" Hidan asks, earning a dark glare as Sasori rounds on him.
"No." Was his simple reply, hidden behind a false sense of calm, Deidara's groans filling the air as he groaps at the walls in hopes of lifting himself to his feet, stumbling slightly as he rises, his body shuddering violently. How I wanted to go to him, help him, but Sasori may get the wrong idea, and I didn't want that. Not after having shared such an intimate moment with him. "Hibiki-Chan, are you feeling alright?" My eyes snap forward, landing on the contented smile of Sasori, his expression calm, his eyes alight with a satisfied fire. His tone was soft, appealing, and I felt myself shudder before him, his eyes slitting slowly, enjoying this moment, knowing his effect on me. So quickly had he become flirtascious towards me after one sign of intimacy.
"I'm fine." I reply, shedding my tone of all pleasure his voice had left me to feel. Glancing back at Deidara, I murmur, "Think Dei may have some mental damage, though." A bark of laughter shakes Deidara's body as he limps violently towards the empty seat beside Sasori, earning a dark, clouded glare from the puppet master.
"The brain damage was there before the beating, love, hmm." Deidara comments, a satisfied look overshadowing his eyes as Sasori's appearance turns fierce, freezing at what Deidara had chosen to call me. Deidara's smirk falters. "Sorry about earlier, yeah." Deidara whispers, earning an almost satisfied glare from Sasori. "What I said was stupid, yeah. I didn't think, I didn't mean it, hmm." Deidara murmurs, eye going wide as Kisame slaps a plate down in front of him, tossing several other plates around the table, though leaving Sasori from this.
"Dinner's ready." Kisame snarls, watching our expression turn horrified, Deidara prodding what was on his plate as if it were ready to breath life and devour him. Konan lifts her plate, examining the creature warily, her eyes watching the blob of flesh shudder as if breathing on her plate. Kakuzu lifts the pulppy mess with a chakra tenticle forming from his back, eyeing it carefully, poking it slowly with his indext finger. Pein was absent from this dinner, lucky bastard. Itachi says nothing, simply stares down at the bubbling ooze before sending a dark glare towards his aquatic partner. Tobi sniffs at his, squeeling as something rises from its middle, splattering onto his orange mask, staining it grey.
"What the fuck is this?" Hidan asks, not even moving to touch the strange being on our plates. Sasori leans over my shoulder, pressing lightly against me as he eyes my plate warily.
"Looks like an animal after Zetsu digested it." Sasori murmurs, and only then do I realize Zetsu also is absent from the table. Another lucky son of a bitch.
"What are two trying to get at? It's food!" Kisame screams, glaring viciously between Hidan and Sasori, Sasori taking several chakra strings, prodding the gooey mess with a fork. Smirking, he attatches several chakra strings the the grey, bubbling goop, making it rise from my plate and fling itself at Kisame, gurgling violently as Kisame's screams fill the room, his arms flailing as the mess splatters against his face. Kisame runs across the room, his screams muffled against his evil concoctions as Deidara's barks of laughter echoe through the room.
"Man, Danna, you're more evil than usual today, hmm." Deidara laughs as Kisame writhes on the ground, Hidan laughing violently at his pain before throwing his plate and several other's at Kisame until the blue, aquatic man lay sprawled on the ground, unmoving. "Think he's dead, un?" Deidara asks, walking over to the soaked Kisame, prodding his side carefully with his foot. Screaming, Kisame jumps to his feet, his arms sprawled as Deidara screeches. "Muck monster!" Deidara screams, the comical display of the blinded Kisame chasing the screaming Deidara around the kitchen too much to take.
I break into laughter, joining the freaking Hidan as Kakuzu rises from the table, making his way to the refridgerator, Konan unable to take her eyes from the pathetic scene displayed before her. "I don't think Zetsu and Pein realize how lucky they are." Konan sighs, shaking her head sadly as Deidara scratches at the wall, as if to claw his way away from Kisame. Sasori shakes his head, as if sadly before rising and joining Kakuzu at the refridgerator.
Tobi screeches, jumping from his seat onto Deidara's back, earning several kicks to the shin before Deidara pushes Tobi towards the advancing Kisame. "Take him! I'm too pretty to die!" Deidara squeels, pushing the screaming Tobi into Kisame before running, his arms flailing, from the room.
An apple falls from no where, landing on my lap neatly between my hands. I glance up, Sasori smiling down at me before taking a seat next to me once more. Kisame and Tobi struggle to pry themselves off of the other, though the mess had seemingly glued them together. I smile at Sasori, thank him softly before eating the bright colored fruit. Munching happily on my small dinner, I watch with enjoyment flashing in my eyes as Kisame and Tobi fall to the floor with a sickening sucking sound. I laugh, my mouth full of sweet fruit, unnoticing of Sasori's stares, Hidan falling from his chair at the display.
Finishing my dinner, I toss the core to the trash, standing as I dust my Akatsuki robe of invisible dust. Sasori rises, only barely glancing about the kitchen as several other Akatsuki members wander, finding their dinner grudgingly, all agreed Kisame would never be allowed to cook for them again. "May I talk with you alone, Hibiki-Chan?" Sasori asks, turning his eyes towards my retreating form, making me pause and turn to him, my heart pounding, my eyes wide.
"Of course, Sasori." I spoke as if there were nothing between us, nothing to think of the guesture, but this was not an ordinary chat, and my heart seemed to perform flips in my chest as he brushes pass, his scent wafting to my nose, my cheeks dusting red as I follow after him, leading me to some unknown place.
As we walked through the halls, I half expected Deidara to break the silence distanced between Sasori and myself, as if expecting him to spring from the wall, that horrid smirk played on his lips, his bruises shining in the half light of the candles glowing like pinpricks in the darkness of the cavern walkway. Yet Deidara did not come, and Sasori was left to guide me to a darkened room, his room, filled with darkness and shadows that danced.
"What did you want to speak with me about?" I whisper, my heart jumping as I enter, moving toward his bed, pausing as Sasori glides through the archway, shutting the door behind him. We are basked in darkness, and I pause in fear of moving and bumping something, breaking one of his magnificent works of art. If I had broken one of the collection of his beautiful artwork, I'd have to kick my own ass. Arms snake around my waist, a gasp parting my lips as I am brought to his hard, wooden chest, my breath catching in my throat as he nuzzles affectionately into my neck.
Sasori brings his lips to my ear, his breath rolling gently over tender flesh, his teeth nipping the lobe lightly before he spoke."You were saying something earlier. I want to hear you finish it." Sasori whispers, his breath rolling from my ear to my neck, sending violent shudders through my body. "Here, where we won't be desturbed by Deidara. Tell me." He nips at my ear once more, licking inside as his tongue trails down to my neck, leaving my body aching.
"S-Sasori." I whisper, gripping at his arms, tightening around my abdomen.
"Tell me." He whispers, nipping at the sensitve flesh of my neck. "I need to hear it." He murmurs, finding the sensitive spot of my neck, where neck met shoulder, and I give out a soft, audible moan. "Say it." He commands, biting the tender flesh roughly. My cheeks felt as if someone had lit them aflame, and my breath quickened at his touch, the feel of him pressed tightly against my back, his wooden flesh tight against me.
"Sa-Sasori...I..." I gasp, his arms twirling me to face him, hislazily slantedeyes meeting my own wide ones. I was making him wait. My eyes close, shutting his dark figure from my line of sight before opening to find his breath rolling over my lips, expectant. "Sasori... I...I lo-" He licks at my lips, drawing another gasp from my unexpectant body.
"Tell me." He rasps, pressing himself tighter against my body.
"Sasori, I..." I breath deeply, breathing his scent, ignoring the pounding in my chest as I will myself to speak. Without thought, without thinking of how to weave my love to words, I press my lips tightly against his own, taking him in a soft, innocent kiss which he quickly reverts to something harder, something rough. A moment passes, I deny him entry to my lips, and smirk as his breath parts his own in a tired sigh. "I love you... Danna..." He freezes, I smirk. Suddenly, he chuckles, pressing his lips roughly against my own before pulling away so suddenly, leaving me craving more.
"I love you too... My little slave." He whispers before pushing me roughly through the darkness onto something soft, leaning over my body quickly, kissing me passionatly in the darkness of his room. His tongue slips through my lips, agape from surprise at the sudden advance, my eyes wide as his hands move to find my chest, teasing me, pleasing me. Pulling away, he rests his head upon my own, his breath labored as he stares down through the darkness at me. "I can not pleasure you as I could have when I was completely human." He whispers, as if I did not already know this fact.
"That's alright, Danna." I whisper, drawing his lips to my own, kissing him passionately. "We'll find other means..."
