‘Taiyō no me’ I thought quickly to myself. I had been saving my unique eye jutsu for this sort of incident.
‘That could be what they’re after, too…’
I blinked and suddenly my eyes became a stunning gold and yellow colour as I stared at the now glaring men. I could see their different coloured chakra trails surrounding each of them and focused on finding a weakness. The Blonde ‘Barbie wannabe’ pulled himself up off the ground and practically flew towards me. His chakra emanated strongly from his hands and chest.
“Deidara!” Itachi yelled at him to stop but it was too late. I ran forward the slightest bit and looked up into his eye, catching him in my Genjutsu. I smirked a little as the scene changed to a deep navy blue around us and I began to think of ways to torment the poor blonde. Before I could begin I was knocked away by none other than the wanted Uchiha. I flew into a tree and slid down onto my feet.
‘My genjutsu won’t work properly with three of them at once… I need to deal with the Uchiha first…’
I curled into a crouch and leapt into the air throwing my kunai as I did so, and spinning around with my leg held out to earn him a solid kick in the face. He dodged the kunai but not my foot and I caught him on the nose. As he was knocked onto the ground with his nose apparently broken, I turned my golden gaze to the red head who stood as if nothing was happening. I smirked and ran for him keeping my eyes open and attempted to lock on with his, but before I knew it, he had summoned a puppet which was in front of me instead of him. I brought my arms up and crossed them over my face to try and deflect the obstruction. As I crashed into the puppet I was pushed back slightly, as was it. I pulled out several shuriken and pushed my feet into the ground. I threw some of the shuriken at the puppet and jumped to throw the rest.
“Fire style; Fireball Jutsu!” I yelled performing the hand seals as fire bubbled up inside of me. I was pushed back in the air as the fire ball burned out of my mouth and singed the puppet.
I couldn’t use my best techniques yet. I had to fid their weaknesses first…
The red head pulled into a crouch as his eyes narrowed. With a small flick of his fingers, the puppet was perfectly able again and was flung towards me. I dodged the deadly lump of wood and disappeared in a gust of wind and sand to get closer to the puppeteer. I leapt over the puppet and landed on the ground in front of the gorgeous puppeteer and ran towards him, revealing myself in doing so. His mouth opened slightly as he jumped back to dodge me. Suddenly I felt something strange fall onto my arm. My eyes snapped towards my left shoulder where a small bird had perched on my shoulder. But it wasn’t a normal bird. It was made of something like clay. I recognised a similar bird flying out from the trees earlier… My eyes widened and I tried hastily to flick it off of me. I managed to flick the small sculpture off my shoulder and onto the ground beside me as a voice yelled out “KATSU!” An array of bright colours and explosions filled the air as I was knocked back onto the ground. My ears rang and my head spun wildly. I groaned as I tried to pull myself back up with great difficulty. I flinched in pain and was smashed back into the ground causing more bolts of pain to shoot through my entire body. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tightly as one of the men held me down with one hand on my shoulder and the other near my neck. He sat on top of my waist to make sure I was pinned securely. I opened my eyes slightly to see the dark Uchiha staring down at me with his blood red sharingan locking with my golden orbs. I glared with what energy I could to earn a small twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“Do you mind?” I spat harshly holding my small glare at him. The red head walked over towards us as he put his puppet away while the blonde named Deidara smiled widely at me. “Not at all, now will you come peacefully or will we have to knock you unconscious?” The raven haired Uchiha replied simply as he stared down nonchalantly.
It really pissed me off how all of the Uchihas seemed to do that.
“Ugh, what’s with you Uchiha’s and sitting on people? Is this a sick habit that runs in your family?” I growled. Itachi’s face remained unchanged. The red-head stared blankly and the blonde grinned.
“Habit, huh? You get sat on by a lot of Uchiha’s do you, un?” He wiggled his eyebrows and turned his attention to Itachi, “I thought you wiped out the rest of your family? Didn’t do a very good job, hmm?”
“Shut up, brat. You know that his brother is alive…” The red-head scolded. He looked almost agitated.
“Whatever, Danna. Now girlie…” He shrugged off the redhead and gave me a small smile, “You’d better come long now. We don’t want to hurt you more than we’ve got to, yeah…”
I sighed and pouted a little making the blonde bombshell smile even wider at me. “Fine. Whatever.” I mumbled, giving in. Frankly I didn’t need a sore head, because by the way it looked, these guys were rough. If I didn’t decide to come quietly I’d probably end up with broken ribs. The last thing I needed was broken ribs.
Itachi pulled himself off me and pulled my hands behind my back.
“I can take her, yeah. I’ll carry her to the base.” Deidara volunteered. With that, Itachi sighed and gave me to Deidara who threw me over his shoulder.
“Oh great…’ I mumbled. Deidara sniggered and started walking with the red head by his side and Itachi a little further ahead. I looked curiously at the red haired man and his tired expression. He seemed emotionless but so adorable at the same time, reminding me a lot of Sabuku no Gaara. Mostly the hair and the way his eyes seemed to droop.
“Hey…” I spoke softly to grasp the red heads attention. He turned to me boredly and stared. “Who are you?” I asked resting my head in my hands with my elbows propped up against Deidara’s back.
“Akasuna no Sasori; Sasori of the Red Sand” He replied simply.
“As in, the great puppet master from Suna? Cool. You look like a sand kid…” I exclaimed happily. Sasori briefly nodded and returned to look ahead.
“What you mean by ‘you look like a sand kid’?” He muttered the question.
“To be honest, you look like a friend of mine from there… but you also have a sand-beaten look to you. Sorry, that sounds stupid…” I shook my head, embarrassed.
“Hn…” That was his only response.
“I’ve always been curious about puppets…” I thought out load with a far away gaze in my eyes. Sasori turned and tilted his head back a bit to stare at me, “I was supposed to finish training with them soon…”
“If you make it into the Akatsuki then I can show you my puppets if you like?” He offered in a lazy tone. I turned back to him and beamed.
“Masters of Puppetry are hard to come by. If there’s a chance you’re any good then I might as well do something about it…” He muttered, apparently bored by everything.
“Thanks, that’d be… awesome!” I chimed happily as Deidara sniggered. “What’s so funny, Blondie?” I asked staring at him.
“First of all, you’re blonde too, and second of all, puppets are no match for my art, yeah!” he exclaimed with a smirk. I scowled at him with a small pout while Sasori just… glared.
“Brat, you don’t know anything about Art. Art is Eternal; it is beauty that stands the test of time.” Sasori argued with hate dripping from his words.
“Danna, you’re all wrong, Art is something that lasts for only a short time before withering away. It’s supposed to be fleeting; Art is a BANG! un!” Deidara argued right back but with a little more enthusiasm.
Then it began.
The two bickered between themselves about art for a while before I got fed up. “ENOUGH!” I exclaimed staring at the two of them. “Are you two always like this? Jeez, I’m into art too but you don’t see me screaming about it! And I am NOT blonde. I’m strawberry blonde, there’s a difference…” I pointed out to Deidara.
“Tch, yeah, a very light difference, hmm” He scoffed.
“The difference is that I’m not an idiot. At least I don’t look like a Barbie doll…” I mumbled.
“What did you just say, un!?” He growled harshly at me and tightened his grip around my legs and lower waist. I squeaked slightly and smacked him in the back.
“Pervert, don’t grab me like that!” I spat as I kicked a little too. Sasori sighed and nudged Deidara who turned to pout at his ‘Danna’. Sasori gave him a small glance which made Deidara whine like a 3 year old.
“But she started it, yeah!” Sasori rolled his eyes and sighed while I crossed my arms and looked around at the scenery. We were headed for the training grounds, but we were headed in a way that nobody ever really went. Nobody was around to see me crazy kidnappers which made me feel a little more hopeless.
“Great, my kidnappers are a psychotic blonde bombshell who is clearly a Barbie wannabe, a red head puppet master who looks like he desperately needs some sleep, and an Uchiha. A FUCKING UCHIHA! God and I thought Sasuke was bad…This couldn’t be worse…” I exclaimed. Suddenly they stopped and Itachi was right in front of my face as I was still flopped over Deidara’s shoulder. I gulped as he stared at me with his crimson orbs.
“An Uchiha is a bad thing?” He quirked an eyebrow as he placed two fingers under my chin to tilt my head up. I kept my cool and stared back at him, still keeping my Taiyō no me on.
“It depends on the Uchiha. Are you cocky and slightly annoying or are you smart enough to learn not to piss me off?” I shot back calmly keeping my face expressionless. Itachi tilted his head to the side slightly and released my chin with a small “hmm”. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. “Um, why did we stop?” I asked opening my golden orbs and looking around. The training ground they’d stopped at wasn’t just an empty one. It looked like it had been disused for years.
“Sasori Danna, can you hold Remika while I create the transportation, hmm?” Deidara asked politely and Sasori gently took me from him, holding me bridal style. I stared up at the lazy puppet master and then back at Deidara.
“Transportation?” I raised an eyebrow while watching the excited blonde carefully. He placed his hand in his pouch and pulled something out. He held out his hand to reveal a mouth chewing something up. My eyes widened as I stared in awe at the mouth. The chakra pulsing within his hand alone was phenomenal. Deidara chuckled at my reaction and the mouth spat out a soft piece of clay onto the palm of his hand. “Watch this, un…” He smirked as he moulded a small bird perfectly and threw it onto the ground. In a puff of smoke the once miniature clay sculpture became a huge bird that was big enough to ride on. I couldn’t help but let out a small “wow” as I watched the bird’s wings flap.
“Impressed, hmm?” Deidara asked with a small smile. I half nodded still not taking my eyes off of his creation. Sasori sighed and rolled his eyes and Itachi walked to his side. “Are we going to leave now?” The Uchiha spoke calmly with absolutely no expression hinting his voice.
Seriously, was it something about being brothers, or did ALL Uchiha’s do that?!
Deidara let out a small ‘hmph’ and jumped onto the bird with Itachi following behind. Sasori hesitated but slowly walked over to the bird. “What’s wrong, Danna? Why aren’t you getting on, hmm?” Deidara questioned with a small tilt of his head. I too turned to the Sandy puppeteer.
“I don’t like to fly, you know that Brat.” He growled in a low tone.
“I wouldn’t really want to jump on that thing either.” I agreed, eyeing the bird, “In my very short experience with you weirdos, I’ve learned that ‘Barbie’s’ birdies blow up in quite spectacular fashion.”
Sasori nodded in agreement.
‘Great. Stall them. Maybe someone will come by and help you out…’
“Oh come on Danna, It’s the fastest way to get there, yeah! We’re riding this bird, I’m not gonna blow it up!” Deidara complained. With a small sigh, Sasori reluctantly stepped onto the bird and gently set me down.
‘No, no, no! Don’t get on the bird, damn you! Stay!’
I eyed the ground beneath the stationary bird.
‘I could roll off and run… maybe scream for help a bit…’ That wasn’t enough of a plan, though. One of them would come and catch me. They were fast. However, there wasn’t really much to lose…
As the red-head carefully sat down, clearly uncomfortable with his position, I pushed my feet into the bird and leapt off the clay mound. I could hear Itachi sigh as I ran full speed towards the nearest building. Feet thrummed across the ground behind me and I knew I was really in for it. I made a sharp turn and ran up a tree, leaping through the foliage and high into the sky. I couldn’t see anyone close by. At least, not close enough to see me. There was a rustle behind me and Itachi followed me into the air. He crashed into my torso, sending me flying a few feet with his hand on my shoulder. Landing on the ground with a firm thud, I kicked up into his stomach. The feeble attempt to remove his grip on my shoulder failed as he avoided my kick and hoisted me up into the air. His arm wrapped around my waist and he held me at his side like a rag-doll.
“Get off of me!” I hissed. He clamped one hand over my mouth and glared straight ahead. I tried biting and licking his hand to get him to let go, but he refused. I followed his gaze and saw a little boy, watching horrified from behind a run-down shack. My eyes widened and I struggled in Itachi’s grip.
‘Come one, kid. Be brave. Be brave for me. Go get help!’ I desperately pleaded with my eyes. Itachi took a step forward and I flailed my legs about wildly. I landed a kick in his back and he glared down at me in response. His hand slipped from my mouth and pointed at the boy.
“You’re going to come with me now, or this boy won’t live a second longer…”
“You… You wouldn’t…” A stupid statement, I’ll admit. It was clear that he would. He wiped out a whole clan- his own clan. One little boy wouldn’t make a difference to him…
“Get out of here! Go!” I screamed at the kid. His wide brown eyes blinked once, then twice. His little legs shook and he turned and ran. I grabbed Itachi’s arm.
“Leave the kid. Please…” I hissed. I was sick to my stomach.
“You’ll come willingly?” he set me on the ground but refused to remove his hand from my waist.
“I’ll never be willing, but I’ll follow if I must.” I spat out. His eyes narrowed and he pulled me to his side.
“Good.” His grip tightened and he pulled me onto his back. He sprinted back towards the training grounds where his two comrades waited.
“What a bother…” Sasori muttered, folding his arms over his chest impatiently.
“There’ll be no more trouble from this one…” Itachi threw me onto the bird and leapt up to join us.
“You’re quite sure?” Sasori eyed me more carefully.
“Absolutely…” Itachi’s response didn’t stop Sasori from keeping a careful eye on me.
“Great, let’s go, un!” With that, the birds wings began to flap and the giant sculpture rose from the ground. I sat closely in between Deidara and Itachi with Sasori just opposite. I became slightly tense as I looked down at the scenery below me. We were getting really high up and I was getting nervous. Itachi gave me a small sideways glance and grabbed my hand. I gasped and flinched at his touch and spun around with my eyes wide.
“You can turn your eye jutsu off now. We aren’t going to do anything more to hurt you…” he told me with his sharingan piercing my eyes.
“I don’t think so…” I replied smoothly with a cold tone. Just as the words left my lips, he turned his sharingan off. My eyes widened and I became puzzled, staring at the apparently stupid Uchiha.
“There, if I can turn mine off then I think you can do the same… I have more reason to keep mine on, remember?” His voice was calm and showed no sign of any emotion whatsoever. But he was right. I carefully turned off my jutsu and crossed my legs Indian style. Itachi’s lips curved up slightly at the corner and he released my hand gently. Sasori stared at me for a long time which I elected to ignore, but that was easier said than done. His chocolate brown eyes seemed to stare deep into me as if he was searching for something. Talent? Power? Anything that would explain why ‘Leader’ would want me? Whatever the reason, it was still kinda creepy. I turned to look at Deidara who was perched near the front of the bird with his long hair blowing in the breeze.
“Hey, um, can I ask, what’s with the mouth on your hand?” I asked quietly, afraid that I was being rude to someone who was apparently dangerous. Not to mention insane.
“Oh, I have one on each hand, un. They’re perfect for making my art!” he smiled holding his hands out to me. The mouths opened and two tongues poked out at me and licked around his palm. He shoved one into his pouch and showed me as it chewed the clay. When it was soft and easy to work with, he moulded it carefully into a small bird, very similar to the one we were riding on, and held it out in front of me. “It won’t blow up in my face will it?” I asked rather seriously with a wide eyed expression on my face as I stared down at the pretty sculpture. Deidara chuckled lightly;
“No, not unless I tell it to, un.” I looked up at him and then back to the bird. I bit my lip and gently took the delicate sculpture from him. It was smooth and flawless in my soft hands. It was amazing.
“Deidara, it’s great! It’s so… creative… You’re brilliant at this!” I complimented him softly as I admired the model bird. He beamed widely at me and shot a small smirk at Sasori who was glaring violently at him. Probably about the whole ‘Art’ thing…
Suddenly the bird came to life in my palm and started to fly around my head. It took of into the air above us and exploded into a small array of colour. I breathed out in awe as the glowing sparks shone delicately. Sasori scoffed slightly and turned away with his lip pulled up into a sort of disgusted look.
“What? Is there something wrong?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
“You call that art?” He directed at Deidara who glared at the puppeteer. I rolled my eyes, already knowing where this argument was heading… again.
“Yeah, just like you call your puppets art. I respect your opinion, Danna, but I don’t deny that my form of art is superior, un” Deidara shot back. I turned to Itachi who groaned and shut his eyes.
“Not again…” he muttered before running one hand through his long bangs that framed his face. His fingers fell on the bridge of his nose and he massaged the front of his head, as if nursing a violent head-ache.
‘They really argue about this a lot, then?’ I thought as I looked between the blonde and the red head.
“Listen Brat, your art is not superior to mine and it never will be and that’s a fact!” Sasori spat violently.
“Who are you to say that it isn’t, hmm?” Deidara yelled back.
“I’m a true artist and you are clearly not. You don’t even know what art is! Art is beauty and you clearly have no understanding of what beauty is!” Sasori argued angrily.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…” I cut in softly.
Itachi opened his eyes and all three of them stared at me. I looked up at them nervously and bit my lip. “What? You each have your own perception of what beauty is. Deidara, you think that art is fleeting while Sasori, you think that art is everlasting. You’re both right and each is as brilliant as the other.” The two bickering artists stared at each other, and then back to me. Itachi listened intently to what I was saying even though he had no care for the matter anyway. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You can’t say one’s better than the other because they’re both brilliant to the person perceiving it… It’s always going to be different…” I finished.
“Remika, um… wow, un…” Deidara was lost for words as he stared at me with his mouth agape. It seemed nobody had ever just taken the middle ground with them. Sasori stayed silent as he examined me some more which seemed like his way of being lost for words.
“Well, at least you shut them up…” Itachi congratulated me with a small smirk playing on his lips.
“What’s your perception of it?” He asked, dark eyes locking with my bright blue orbs. I stopped and thought for a moment. What was my perception of art…?
“I- I don’t really have a solid opinion like Sasori or Deidara. I just create whatever I see, feel or want and appreciate whatever I like.” I replied carefully, looking up at the reactions.
“Hmm…” Sasori grunted.
“Simple, but decent…” Itachi thought out load. I smiled gently at his remark while Deidara stared at me. I didn’t notice that he was glaring at the Uchiha as well.
“Your nose is still broken by the way…” I pointed out to Itachi. He went to touch his nose but I gently smacked his hand away. “Let me…” I muttered placing my glowing green hand over his nose with care. I felt the bone click back into place and pulled away while Itachi pinched his nose carefully.
“Thank you” He said softly.
“You’re welcome; it’s the least I can do seeing as I broke it…” I giggled earning a smile from Deidara and a small twitch at the lips from Sasori and Itachi.
I really couldn’t afford the piss them off. So far they seemed to have relaxed. Trying to befriend them was starting to work.
‘As soon as we land, I can run for it. Maybe… if I’m quick… But it didn’t really work last time Damn, I’m screwed.’
“We’re nearly there, yeah!” Deidara informed us. We were hovering over an emerald green forest that seemed to shimmer and gleam in the midday sun. It was bright and the sky was a pretty baby blue with no clouds at all. It surprised me that they weren’t caught when they left.
“You three are from the Akatsuki right? I’m sure that’s the cloak that symbols Akatsuki.” I asked staring at the dark cloaks, finally remembering the name of the organisation.
“That’s correct, so I suppose you know who some of the others are?” Sasori confirmed. I shrugged and looked back down at the forest.
“I’m pretty sure that there are at least another 6 of you…” I replied softly.
“Close but there are 7, un!” Deidara chuckled. “Which ones do you know of, hmm?”
“Kisame Hoshigaki; from Kirigakure. The swordsman…” My eyes briefly travelled to Itachi. He nodded, urging me to continue, “There’s a ‘Zetsu’ guy; he looks a lot like a Venus fly trap, Hidan; A Jashinist from Yugakure, Kakuzu; who hails from Takigakure and has many hearts, and there are two others whose names escape me, but they’re from Amegakure. Why, who’d I miss?” I clarified.
“Very good, but there is one that I’m not surprised you don’t know about. Tobi.” Itachi praised.
“Yes, He’s new to the Akatsuki and is…”
“Annoying, yeah!” Deidara interrupted Itachi quickly with a slight twitch in his visible blue eye.
“How did you know about the rest?” Sasori queried softly, eyeing me carefully.
“Apart from the fact you’re all listed in the bingo book?” Sasori seemed unfazed by my slight sass, “Research from scouts and other sources gave the higher-ups basic profiles for most of you. Sightings from here and there gave us more information than what we already had…” I responded calmly.
“That information is for higher-ups, you say?” Deidara leaned in towards me, “So how did you get your hands on it, hmm?”
“Idiot, you would know this is you’d read her file…” Sasori sighed, averting his gaze away from his partner.
“File?” Deidara and I sung out in unison.
“You said you were given my age, photo, and name. I doubt that information could fill a file.” I felt almost violated. How much had they actually learned?
“Of course we said that. It would have seemed more impressive if we defeated you easily with no knowledge of your skill…” Itachi mumbled.
“Sneaky bastards…” I hissed. Itachi narrowed his eyes,
“You’re one to talk. You had information on us, too.” He had a point. I knew about Itachi, of course. He was a serious name in Konoha. Deidara had a serious reputation, but Sasori I didn’t recognise. The master of puppets was never described as a young red-head. He was always listed as a short, older man from all the sightings.
“Why are you staring?” Sasori stared blankly back at me.
“You look nothing like the reports said…” There wasn’t much point in dodging the question, “You always got described as short. Very short, in fact. Older, too.”
“I usually travel in one of my puppets named Hiruko. He’s under repairs at the moment…” He drifted off, almost ashamed. Could his puppet have been badly damaged? Yes. I could tell. His damaged puppet had damaged his pride, too.
“Well, you seem to have a decent idea of who our current members are…” Itachi muttered to himself.
“Current? Do you plan on expanding, or have you decreased in numbers?” I questioned. Any information from them was good information.
“We did have Orochimaru but Deidara replaced him when he was forced to leave.” Sasori added in. I flinched at the name. Orochimaru.
My jaw clenched and my fists tightened. “Remika? Are you alright, hmm?” Deidara questioned noticing my reaction to his name.
“I’m fine. Like many people, I have an extreme hatred towards the slimy asshole.” I answered calming down.
“Fair enough, yeah. We’re here by the way…” he chuckled landing the bird gently into the sea of green.