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Criminal	By : laurenloogie Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-massacre
- 2-ruthless
- 3-tsukiyomi
- 4-obvious
- 5-barracks
- 6-bind
- 7-luck
- 8-heat
- 9-break
- 10-grief
- 11-thin
- 12-creep
- 13-switch
- 14-rant
- 15-battles
- 16-capture
- 17-undisclosed
- 18-drugs
- 19-snake
- 20-infiltration
- 21-color
- 22-escape
- 23-used
- 24-possession
- 25-cold
- 26-trap
- 14
- 15
- 16
Kisame managed to sit still for about five minutes before he stood up and started pacing, making a little rut in the sand with his footprints. I should have gone with him, he brooded, the sentence repeating obsessively in his mind. I shouldn't have sent him off alone... I should have gone with him!
"Oh, for crying out loud, will you fuckin' knock it off?!" Sasori grated, shooting Kisame a dark glare. The puppetmaster's lilting voice held none of its usual dry sarcasm... he sounded as close to panic as Kisame had ever heard him. "Pacing around and muttering under your breath isn't doing anything to help Deidara!" he grated. "All it's doing is pissing me the fuck off!"
"Well, be pissed off then," Kisame growled, sticking out his middle finger. "And watch your mouth around me... unless you want to find that ridiculous body of yours at the bottom of the ocean."
Sasori stood up so quickly it was unnerving - there was no tensing of muscles, no grudging heave of a body forcing itself to pull against gravity. It was just an abnormal assembly of limbs, floating upward and seperating briefly before briskly reconnecting. Usually the puppetmaster did his best to look human... but it was obvious that right now, he didn't give a shit. "I should watch my mouth around you?" he seethed. "I'm older than you, you fucking stripling! Didn't you learn anything about respecting your elders back in Kiri?!"
A grin slid over Kisame's lips... he could feel Samehada bristling against his back, eager for a fight. Kicking Sasori's ass a little would be a great way to pass the time and relieve some stress. "Sure I did," he sneered as he unholstered the blade and pointed it at the redhead. "I learned that age and rank are nothing more than petty statistics - I no longer take such things into account. And even if I did, you're only a few years my senior and you're also lower in rank than me in the Akatsuki. To top it off, you're a vain, selfish piece of shit who looks like a goddamned child. Does that clear things up for you?"
"Ugh, you're such a fuckin' bastard!" Sasori spat as he unbuttoned his cloak with a few rigid motions of his hand. "No wonder Itachi beat the shit outta you and raped you! I'm surprised he didn't cut your fucking tongue out while he was at it!"
Kisame's heart froze in his chest. He tightened his grip on Samehada, afraid his hands would start shaking in his shock. "How the hell do you know that?" he growled, trying not sound as utterly mortified as he felt. Did he run into Itachi on his way here or what? he thought frantically, his brain scrambling for an answer.
"Wow, so that's really what happened?" Sasori marveled, his eyes wide with genuine surprise as he shrugged off his cloak. "I was just screwing with you... as usual. You're really bad at detecting bullshit, you know that?"
"You're kidding me," Kisame grated, furious. Suddenly, the urge to rip out the redhead's heart and crush it in his hands was intense - he had to force himself not to lose his temper, taking deep breaths to slow his racing heartbeat. This was the second time Sasori had tricked him into a confession... he had done the same exact thing a few months after the Tsukiyomi ordeal. Although the puppetmaster hadn't found out exactly what had happened, he'd gotten Kisame to divulge that Itachi was the culprit. And now this? the swordsman seethed, his mind racing. I really *should* kill him before he tells anyone!
Apparently Sasori could see the murderous intent forming in Kisame's eyes because he assumed a defensive stance, his shoes digging into the sand. "Don't worry," he said carefully. "I'm not about to go around telling people."
"You say that," Kisame growled. "But I have no reason to believe you. There's only one solution I can think of." A few spikes burst through Samehada's binding as if emphasizing the statement. "I'd rather kill you than have Deidara find out about this! Or anyone else, for that matter! There's enough bullshit circulating through the rumor mill about me already."
"Oh, so what," Sasori said. "Everyone wants a piece of you... of course they're going to talk shit. Even if I did tell everyone Itachi raped you, it would just turn into another perverted rumor. There's so many myths about you and Itachi fucking, no one can even tell them apart anymore!" His eyes were locked on Kisame's, analyzing. "And as for Deidara? Chances are, he already knows. You're not as hard to read as you think."
"Shut up, Sasori," the swordsman hissed. "Everything that spills out of your mouth is just... utter bullshit!" His head felt light with rage and his muscles were coiled tight like springs. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time," he growled. "I'm almost glad you finally gave me a reason!"
Sasori's mouth opened then closed and his eyes were darting around, as if he might find some solution to this conundrum laying around on the beach. It was obvious in his panicked expression that he hadn't intended to instigate a fight to the death. "What about the mission?" he finally said. "Won't you be... disobeying orders?"
"Damnit man, I'm not a robot!" Kisame seethed. "And I'm sick of hearing you talk! Shut the fuck up and defend yourself!" Before Sasori could spout anything else, the swordsman sprang into motion, forcing the redhead to stop plotting and fight for his life. As Samehada freed itself from its binds in a blur of bristling spines, Kisame wondered if Sasori's weird human heart would bleed when pierced. He hoped it would... he wanted to feel blood on his hands at the end of this battle.
* * *
Deidara had been flying around for at least half an hour with absolutely no luck, circling the area in wider and wider sweeps until he was at the limit of his search radius. His eye hurt from squinting through his scope and the wind was just brisk enough to make his flight unpleasant. He hadn't seen a single straight line or rigid angle beneath the tree cover - absolutely nothing suggesting the presence of a man-made structure. If Orochimaru was really out here, perhaps he had concealed his hideout with some sort of illusion jutsu? Either that or Deidara was just missing the damn place... which was also a possibility.
It was difficult to focus on the mission with the sensations of fucking Kisame still fresh in his mind. He could barely believe it had even happened, yet there was no denying that just an hour earlier, the swordsman had been sprawled beneath him, writhing on his cock. Why did he let me fuck him? he wondered for the millionth time. Why? Why? Why?! In the end, the 'why' didn't really matter, though. The fact of the matter was, he had gotten what he'd wanted... what he'd only dreamed of doing! Perhaps that was the part that baffled him the most - things had never really gone his way before, especially since joining the Akatsuki. Kisame was the first good thing that had happened to him in, well, forever. He was almost worried... an event so fucking awesome just seemed like it would have some sort of reprocussion, the ilk of which he couldn't begin to fathom. Karma... or something. Deidara's luck was usually so shitty, it seemed as though the universe tilted off balance when he actually got his way. Maybe Sasori will try to rape me again, he thought bitterly. That would probably set things right.
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when something caught the corner of his eye. He had seen a flash of white beneath the forest canopy, a shimmer of something... abnormal. He made his hawk fly in a spiral as he leaned over slightly and zoomed his scope in on the spot. Damnit, what was that? he thought desperately, his eye racing to catch up with the quick pace of the magnification. Sasori had tweaked the scope to make it zoom in much more than it had previously - at the highest magnification, it was dizzying. Yet still... what had he seen?
He caught it again, just briefly. Through the nauseating sweep of detailed leaves, he saw another flash of white. White and... was that purple? He couldn't get a lock on it, whatever it was. If only these damn leaves weren't in the way! he seethed, irritated and insanely curious. After a few more sweeps with no luck, he sighed and looked away, blinking away a bout of nausea. The scope's magnification was no subsitution for a first-hand look. Going against what Kisame and Sasori had so adamantly told him, he swooped in a little lower and scanned the area again. And there it was - a small object, white and purple. He squinted, swooped lower, zoomed in some more. His heart raced as the detail became clearer.
That's not an object, he realized. It's a person! He could see a pale face, framed with long, jet-back hair. He'd never seen a picture of Orochimaru but the descriptions he'd heard matched this man's appearance with chilling accuracy. Just a little closer and I can be sure! he justified, tense with adrenaline. He swooped lower, zoomed in again.
When he caught sight of the person again, his heart froze in his chest. The man's face was tilted upward and a pair of inhuman amber eyes were locked on his. For a second he was gripped by a terror so strong he could do nothing but dumbly stare back. Those eyes, that sickly, pale skin... something in those abnormal features sparked an animalistic fear, the like of which he'd never felt before. When the man's grinning line of a mouth opened and something metalic jutted from the dark gap between his lips, Deidara nearly fell off his bird in his horror.
Evade, evade! Damnit, evade! His thoughts were loud as screams in his head, forcing him to finally look away and jerk the bird's flight path sharply to the side. As he did so, he felt something rip into the clay of a wing - he looked over to find the tip of an absurdly long metal blade slicing through it like a knife through butter. Is that what came out of his mouth?! he thought hysterically. He lept off the felled hawk and dug his hand into his clay, forming another bird to catch him in freefall. The blade retracted as quickly as it had appeared, slipping back down into the cover of the canopy and, he could only assume, Orochimaru's throat. He expanded the bird with a shaky handsign and mounted it as he fell, digging his sandals into the crook of its wings for balance. Its talons brushed the leaves of the canopy as he quickly righted it and shot back up into the sky. Once he was high enough to take a breath of relief, he chewed up some more clay with his palm and formed a handful of honing bombs, immediately hurling them downward and detonating them when they pierced the canopy. The explosion was a deafening ball of fire, hurling tree limbs this way and that like they were little more than toothpicks. I don't care how immortal he is, he thought to himself as he peered down intently at the blast area. No one can live after being blown to a million pieces! A voice in the back of his mind was screaming escape while you can!!! but he forced himself to stay, forming another round of bombs. If I kill this bastard, we won't have to deal with him in the future! he told himself. And Kisame will probably suck my dick as a reward!
His eyes widened as the smoke from the explosion began to clear. Something was writhing down there, something enormous and revolting. Dear lord, it's a giant snake! he realized as he zoomed in his scope. His mouth went dry as he focused on the creature's gigantic, twisting body, its purple scales glistening as if wet. Trees were falling under its thrashing bulk as it slithered into a huge coil and amongst the abominable curves, the blonde glimpsed a pair of sinister, intellegent eyes. The monster was staring up directly at him, hungrily flicking its forked tongue. On its large plane of a forehead stood Orochimaru, who appeared to be grinning as if amused.
Maybe, just maybe, Deidara thought, I might have gotten in over my head!
* * *
Sasori had known death was imminent back when he'd seen that first glint of murderous intent in Kisame's eyes. After half an hour of battle, his demise was so inevitable that he could feel it in his core. The swordsman had forced him out to sea almost immediately, grabbing the cord in his chest cavity and slinging him into the water's depths as if he was no heavier than a kunai. After that, everything was just a wet blur. Kisame's ability to manipulate water was absolutely terrifying - the entire sea became his weapon, chewing him up in its vast maw - not to mention the swordsman himself, who Sasori was certain had acheived immortality via some brickheaded, tenacious feat. The man had taken a huge number of hits from the puppetmaster's large array of poisoned weapons but he brushed off each blow like it was little more than a papercut, the wounds healing as soon as they had formed. It was impossible to tell whether or not the poison was affecting him... if it was, he wasn't letting it show. Was he immune? Sasori had known that the bastard possessed some sort of healing ability but he never would have thought that it would be so damn effective.
Eventually the redhead had changed his tactics, moving to long range attacks in a feeble hope the swordsman's chakra would gradually deplete. But it seemed to work opposite of what he'd intended - Kisame only grew stronger, while his own chakra was waning far more quickly than it ever had in the past. He knew next to nothing of the man's abilities, other than a few rumors that he possessed the chakra of a biju and that his sword ate people's lifeforce. He'd always believed these rumors to be just that - rumors. Now he was painfully aware that Kisame not only lived up to these legends... he exceeded them. It would be beautiful to witness such strength under any other circumstance but as it was, Kisame's inhuman battle prowess would probably be the last thing he ever witnessed.
Damnit, he seethed. Why did I ever have to open my mouth about Itachi raping him?! I had no idea it actually happened... I didn't *want* to know! He bitterly cursed his own idiocy as another carnivorous wave crashed toward him. He was so low on chakra that evading was becoming difficult - he could barely keep his feet planted above the water's roiling surface. He managed to partially dodge the onslaught, nearly spinning offbalance against the impact. Performance of a hundred puppets? Forget about it! He could barely stand up!
When Kisame finally pinned him, he was too exhausted to struggle much. All he managed to do was bury a kunai into the man's shoulder on his way down - it went bone deep into the flesh but was met with barely a flinch. Seconds later he was immobilized in the swordsman's strong grip, both his hands pinned uselessly under just one of Kisame's. The water finally calmed beneath him, lapping at his sides.
"That was a little disappointing," Kisame breathed as he pulled the kunai out of his shoulder and clenched it in his fist. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight." Blood poured down his arm and dispersed into murky clouds in the water - he glanced at the wound with a look of mild annoyance.
"It should be obvious that suiton is a weakness of mine," Sasori growled. "I was doomed from the start." Despite the grimness of the situation, he couldn't help but rove his eyes over the swordsman's taut body and wish their positions were switched. I suppose there's worse ways to die, he thought to himself. Kisame's a pretty hot sight to go out on. He'd been a lecherous pervert ever since hitting puberty twenty-something years ago; it wasn't surprising to him at all that his last thoughts were sex-related. If he had a free hand, he'd probably use it to cop a feel.
"Well... now you die," Kisame growled, raising the kunai above his head. His eyes were frighteningly cold - for once they were actually unreadable, revealing none of their usual heartbreaking empathy. The Bloody Mist had trained him well, engraining him with the instinct to reflexively shut off his humanity during acts of murder.
"Wait!" Sasori interjected, an out-of place grin sliding over his lips. "Just answer me one thing first! How the hell did Itachi manage to rape you, anyway? Just tell me and I'll die in peace, I swear!"
"Fine. If you must know, he used a paralysis genjutsu," Kisame muttered, his muscles tense. "He has a way of inflicting his sharingan with handsigns now. As if avoiding his eyes wasn't bad enough."
"That's brutal," Sasori mused. "It must suck to be you."
Kisame's eyes wavered briefly before icing over again. "Yeah, yeah," he finally said. "We can talk about it more when we meet in hell." And then the kunai was descending, aimed for the redhead's heart. Sasori cringed animalistically, wondering if it was going to hurt. When the rumble of an explosion met his ears, he honestly thought it was the sound of his core being punctured. Dizzy with the anticipation of death, it took him a moment to realize that not only was he still alive but the sound had come from somewhere else. He looked down to find the kunai poised a hairswidth above his heart, suspended as if frozen in time.
"Deidara," Kisame murmured, glaring intently off to the north. "He's fighting someone." For an agonizing minute or so, he kept the kunai positioned steadily above the redhead's heart as he contemplated the implications. Finally he sighed and tossed the weapon aside, watching it sink into the water's depths with a stoic expression on his face. "It would be a waste of manpower to kill you," he growled. "If Deidara ran into Orochimaru..." his voice trailed off, as any words that came next were already racing through both men's minds. When he released Sasori's wrists, his hand was shaking slightly.
"Damnit," Sasori muttered, heaving himself to a sitting position. "One instant I see my life flash before my eyes and the next I'm worrying about Deidara. I don't even get a second to feel relieved..."
Kisame stiffly stood up, wincing as he did so. "Nor do you have a second to rest," he growled. "Let's go!" He roughly grabbed the puppetmaster by the arm, nearly popping it out of its socket as he yanked him up to his feet. Sasori stumbled dizzily as he fought for balance and one of his feet slipped briefly under the water's surface. His chakra was so low it was nearly life-threatening.
"I need to restore my chakra," he said bitterly. "I can barely move."
Kisame cursed under his breath, then slung the redhead over his shoulder like a sack of grain and ran to the shore. After dumping him unceremoniously onto the sand next to his cloak, he gestured impatiently. "I'm almost out of chakra myself," he stated. "And I'm poisoned. So pull yourself together and man up! Every second counts!"
So he's not immune, Sasori marveled. How is he even standing right now? What he had thought was invincibility was apparently no more than a suicidal rage - if Kisame had gone through with the murder, he would have been sealing his own fate as well. None of the other Akatsuki members had a clue how to cure the poison. "Aren't you going to ask me for an antidote?" he growled as he pulled a pouch from his cloak.
"I've been told that you don't carry an antidote," Kisame bluntly replied. "I also know this poison's not fatal for three days. That gives me more than enough time to save Deidara and get him to safety."
"How noble of you," Sasori muttered dryly. When he offered Kisame a food pill, the swordsman took it grudgingly and gave it a weird look before popping it in his mouth. It appeared to take him a fair amount of willpower to swallow it and even more to hold it down. Sasori couldn't hide his shock as the man sank to a crouch and clamped a hand over his mouth, his thin body convulsing as he violently gagged. When he finally pulled his hand away, his mouth and eyes were watering. "Stop staring at me," he heaved after spitting a few times. "I have stomach problems."
The redhead diverted his eyes as he opened his chest cavity and inserted a food pill into the mechanism that allowed his heart to recieve nutrients. "It's pointless to lie to me," he muttered under his breath. "I know your problem is because of-"
"Can it," Kisame snapped furiously, cutting him off. "Mention it to me just once and I will kill you!"
"Fine," Sasori sighed, fighting down an unwanted wave of dread at the thought of having to battle the swordsman a second time. Just keep it bottled up inside and see how much sicker you get, he thought crossly. Not that it matters... you'll die from the poison long before you starve because I have no intention of making you an antidote! The thought of Kisame delerious with pain and begging pathetically for his life was so erotic it almost made the pupptmaster hard right then and there. He closed his chest cavity and struggled to his feet, feeling as sinister as he was exhausted. It took exactly one minute for his heart to consume the nutrients from the food pill and regain its chakra - regrettably, he hadn't devised a way to make it go any faster. In this aspect, the human body was actually superior. Kisame was currently displaying said superiority by finally allowing Samehada to heal the gash on his shoulder, betraying no sign of pain as he passively watched the deep wound close up.
"You ready?" the swordsman asked. A wince flashed over his features when he briskly stood up, conveying a muted degree of agony before vanishing. This was undoubtedly from the poison, which would have a normal person screaming and writhing on the ground by now.
"Well, my joints are going to start rusting when this saltwater dries," Sasori muttered bitterly. "But other than that, I-" He immediately closed his mouth and bristled when Kisame formed a quick handsign.
"Shut up and hold still," the swordsman growled. "Water prison jutsu!"
A second later, Sasori was submerged in a bubble of crushing, pressurized water that would most definitely be painful if he could feel it. Completely immobilized, he could do nothing but hate Kisame for being so damn pragmatic as the water rushed through even the tightest of his joints, rinsing out the salt. It was horribly intrusive, making him feel as though he was being raped. When the bubble finally burst, he had to resist the urge to slap the fucker in the face. Scowling, he shook out his sopping wet hair before grabbing his cloak and slinging it on. "Do that to me again and I swear, you'll be begging me for death!" he growled.
Kisame didn't even gratify the statement with a response; he merely shrugged then started running in the direction of the explosion.
Goddamned bastard, Sasori seethed as he grudgingly followed. I can't wait to watch you die!

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Umm, this chapter's pretty short I guess... but that's because fight scenes take me friggin forever to write! However, I did have a lot of fun writing it, especially the part about Orochimaru, heheh. I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to make him sound as scary as I percieve him as. Did it work? There's a few sentences I'm not happy with so maybe I'll fix them if I can come up with something better. I'd appreciate any kind of constructive criticism you have to offer, as there's more fight scenes on the way and I want them to be epic! These next few chapters are like... the turning point in my story, sort of. My point is, I just want them to turn out really good so advice from my readers would be helpful. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! <3
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