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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
"Good job, Kisame. You've succeeded in wasting an hour of our time." Sasori's voice sounded both bitter and oddly triumphant, as if relishing in Kisame's epic failure somehow made up for the severity of the situation.
"Just shut up, Sasori," the swordsman sighed, wearily slumping to a crouch. The poison was getting worse and worse, making him feel as though he was being stabbed by a thousand little needles; he was beginning to reconsider his previous conclusion that this was better than freezing to death. At least hypothermia had numbed his body and mind - now, he was painfully aware of everything, from his dying, poisoned body to his failure in finding Orochimaru's hideout. The two had meticulously scanned the coast for signs of anything suspicious and had found absolutely nothing. It was strange, too - the coastline here was a perfect place for a laboratory. The land had risen up to a cliff, which fell sharply down to the ocean. The rocky cliff face could easily contain a large structure - it was at least a hundred meter drop - and the jagged shelves of sandstone would naturally conceal a discreet entrance.
The location was perfect but nothing was here. It was maddening. Kisame rubbed his temples, staring blandly out to sea as he tried to cope with the mental and physical distress festering within him. He was having to fight tooth and nail with the urge to hide somewhere secluded and let the poison finish him off in peace. When Samehada tentatively twined its hilt around his arm to give him more stamina, (it kept instinctively healing him, thinking the poison was an injury) it took him a fair amount of willpower not to pull his arm from its grasp.
"Well, maybe the intel we recieved was wrong," Sasori said. Kisame looked over to find the redhead kneeling at his side, looking out to sea. "It wouldn't be the first time Pain screwed up on his information."
Kisame cursed under his breath, embarrassed. "Don't give me that," he muttered. "You know the hideout's nearby. I don't need to be comforted like some... whiny kid."
Sasori rolled his eyes. "Fine, just be an asshole, then," he growled.
For a while, both men just stared out at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the cliff. If the battleground had been a dead-end, this uninhabited coastline was a... disaster. Where could they look next? The ten mile-wide search area was far too big a space to inspect on foot. And every second that passed, the chances Deidara was being subjected to something terrible became more and more likely. Kisame was so close to panic that he felt a tightness in his chest, an overwhelming sense of utter helplessness. Like the poison, it was becoming worse with the inevitable passage of time.
"This may be a stupid idea," Sasori murmured, temporarily snapping Kisame out of his panic, "but we didn't bother to check underwater."
"Underwater?" Kisame echoed.
"Yeah..." Sasori said. "Like you said, this location is ideal. Orochimaru would be an idiot not to utilize it. Maybe he went one step further than hiding underground this time... he's always inventing new technologies and shit."
Kisame clicked his tongue in response. The idea sounded ludicrous - was it even possible to build a structure underwater? Yet as Sasori had said, Orochimaru was a genius when it came to achieving impossible feats. He forced himself to stand up, trying hard not to cry out from the pain. "I'll go take a look," he stated.
Sasori eyed him passively. "Why, cuz you look like a shark?" he asked. "Those gill marks of yours don't actually work." He began to rise to his feet but quickly sank back down to a crouch when Kisame shot him a threatening glare.
"Don't take this as an insult," the swordsman growled, "But you'll only slow me down." Before Sasori could argue, he turned and jumped down from the cliff. He was in freefall for four or five long seconds before landing nimbly on the water's surface, catching his impact on the descending crest of a wave. To any other shinobi, such a fall would be dangerous... but Kisame had grown so accustomed to the nature and flow of water that he felt safer amidst it than on land. 'Sea legs' would be a vast understatement.
The pain of the poison ebbed slightly as he skirted past the violent breaking point of the waves - the actions distracted him and reminded him, pleasantly, of his training back in Kirigakure. Fuguki used to take him out to the coast and spar with him at sea, forcing him to become accustomed to the rise and fall of the waves until the motions were as predictable as his own breathing. Eventually, he even surpassed Fuguki in this ability - paired with his powerful suiton, he became one with the water, working with it rather than against it. Honestly, he was surprised that Sasori had lasted so long against him earlier... when Kisame had the ocean to his advantage, most shinobi were turned into fish food within the first five minutes.
Once he was far enough out, he unholstered Samehada and began to merge with it. The sensation was strange yet not exactly uncomfortable as the creature eagerly wrapped its tail around his arm and melded its spines with his flesh - it was something that felt oddly natural to him, even though he'd only done it a handful of times. He glanced up at Sasori before the transformation was complete, catching a glimpse of the redhead's mouth forming a perfect 'O' of surprise as he elusively sunk down into the water.
* * *
When Deidara awoke this time around, there was nothing gradual about the process. He was choking, his lungs felt like they were on fire, and something was covering his mouth. His eyes snapped open to find Orochimaru's face right in front of his and it took him a second to realize that it was the sannin's mouth covering his own. Horrified, he shouted a stream of curses, muffled at first than obscenely loud as Orochimaru quickly pulled away. The look on the man's face was somewhere between horny and outraged - he hissed a curse of his own before drawing back his hand and briskly slapping the blonde across the face.
"Idiot," the sannin snapped. "I'm surrounded by idiots! You were given too much painkiller and you overdosed! I was giving you CPR!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, scowling.
"Bullshit," Deidara rasped. "Perverted old man!" A trickle of blood spilled out the side of his mouth as he spoke and when he tried to wipe it away, he found that his hands were in cuffs, secured to the wall behind his head. He also noticed that he was clothed in a drab V-neck shirt and shorts that resembled prison garb. This asshole changed my clothes while I was out, too? he wondered hysterically. Shit, did he already rape me?! His ass didn't hurt but then again, neither did his broken leg.
"Alive," Orochimaru growled as he rose to his feet. "I told you I wanted him alive!" He turned and kicked something that was curled in a corner - Deidara focused on the thing to realize it was a man, thoroughly pummeled with a pair of shattered glasses sitting crookedly on his bloodied nose.
"I'm sorry, Master," the man croaked. "I'm still doing guesswork on the dosage... it's not in its final stages yet..." The man's voice was familiar - even hoarse and distressed, it still had that complacent, cool tone of a seasoned medic. So that's Kabuto, Deidara deduced. Damn, he looks like a total dweeb!
"If the drug is experimental and dangerous, why'd you use it on someone I need alive?" Orochimaru hissed. Kabuto opened his mouth as if to respond but the sannin kicked him in the gut before he could speak. "You're useless," Orochimaru growled. "Now get out of my sight and heal yourself up. Thanks to you, my vessel is also sick. Go give him something for his pain... something that won't make him overdose!"
Kabuto rasped a 'yes, Master,' then literally crawled out of the room, too injured to get to his feet. Deidara would have felt bad for the nerd if he wasn't so worried about himself - the fact that he was so adamantly being kept alive was an omen for terrible things to come. Even the room he was in was ominous... the floor was a cold cement and the walls and ceiling looked like they were composed of heavy, reinforced steel. The lighting came from a flickering flourescant tube that ran along the ceiling amidst a tangle of pipes and wires - everything about this place was cold and briskly efficient, a combination of a prison and a laboratory. And over it all was a thick, penetrating dampness; beads of moisture dotted the pipes on the ceiling and dripped down the walls. It was as if the room was perspiring. Considering how dry the weather had been outside, this was a bizarre occurence.
"Sorry about Kabuto," Orochimaru said, snapping Deidara out of his thoughts. "He probably was trying to kill you. He hates the Akatsuki even more than I do, you see..." The sannin was facing him with his arms crossed, a small, mysterious grin curving his thin lips.
"You're the one who should be apologizing," Deidara snarled. "Kissing me in my sleep! You probably slipped me some tongue while you were at it!"
Orochimaru's smirk widened. "If I was 'slipping you some tongue,' you'd know it," he mused. He emphasized the statement by lewdly sticking his tongue out and flicking it like a snake's - it was absurdly long and looked as though it could strangle someone's neck.
"That's disgusting," Deidara muttered, diverting his eyes. It took him all the willpower he possessed not to shudder with revulsion.
"Says the man with tongues in his hands and chest," Orochimaru lightly replied, undaunted. Deidara had a feeling the sannin was used to people calling him 'disgusting,' seeing it more as a weird compliment than an insult. "And by the way, I know all about your kinjutsu," he continued. "Forbidden for both its destructive power and its... appearance. I hear the transformation is quite painful."
Deidara shrugged, as much as his binds would allow. "It was worth it," he stated. The transformation actually had been painful - and surprising. He'd stolen the scroll and utilized it before reading it all the way through, afraid that he'd be caught if he hesitated too long. The mouths had immediately formed under his skin and chewed their way to the surface in a spray of blood and torn flesh, leaving him pale with shock and wondering what the fuck he had just done to himself. All he'd known about the kinjutsu was that it would enable him to meld explosive clay with his chakra, creating a powerful, incredible art. That part had become true... but the mouths? He hadn't expected that part, at all. And the fact that Iwa shinobi used to call him 'mouthy' for his sharp tongue only added to the weird irony.
"If I didn't already have an ideal vessel in stock, I'd consider using you," Orochimaru said, crouching down in front of the blonde. "Although explosions aren't really my style. They're too crude."
Deidara laughed genuinely. "Like barfing up snakes and shedding your skin is artistic?" he mused. "Your jutsu is... embarrassingly repulsive. No wonder you have such a reputation - shinobi are probably too grossed out by you to fight properly!"
"Is that why you lost?" Orochimaru snapped, finally becoming irritated by the insults.
"Honestly, it was part of the reason," Deidara confessed. "I was trying not to vomit the whole time. Shit, I still wanna vomit! So back off a little, will you?" While pissing Orochimaru off probably wasn't the best idea in his current situation, he didn't really know what else to do. He was scared shitless and the only way he knew how to hide it was to act like an asshole. Maybe the sannin would get mad enough to kill him and spare him the misery of further interrogation.
"You have a foul mouth," Orochimaru hissed. "I'm surprised Sasori hasn't killed you yet."
Shit, so he already knows I'm Sasori's partner, Deidara thought. He briefly considered trying to deny the fact but judging by the sannin's blunt expression, it wasn't a trick. He shrugged. "Yah, Sasori can't stand me," he said. "He's probably gloating that I got captured right now so he can find himself a better partner."
"I wouldn't doubt it," Orochimaru replied. "And either way, Sasori's no threat to me in this location. I'm more worried about... other members coming for you."
No threat in this location? Deidara wondered. What's that supposed to mean? "Well, it's just the two of us out here, so I guess I'm screwed," he stated. Now's the time to start lying, he told himself. He was a damn good liar, too... but he wasn't sure if it would hold up under this man's experience.
"This isn't the first time I've been marauded by nosy Akatsuki members," Orochimaru said, his eyes fixed on the blonde's. "Every time I build a lab, Pain sends out a squad to investigate. You're new in the organization so perhaps you're unaware of all the trouble it causes me."
"You don't think it's troublesome for me, too?" Deidara growled. "I didn't want to go on this shitty mission and neither did Sasori! But orders are orders..."
"Yes, yes," Orochimaru snapped, impatient. "Now tell me who was teamed with you before I force it out of you! I know you were sent as part of a four-man squad so lying to me is useless!"
Hmm, he really doesn't know, then, Deidara realized. If he knew, he wouldn't have said 'four'. "You're right," he said. "That's normally the case. We were supposed to be teamed up with Kisame and Itachi but the assholes never showed up. So we had to continue by ourselves."
"Bullshit," the sannin hissed. He reached out and grazed his fingers over the blonde's neck, finally succeeding in making him shudder with revulsion. "I saw this bite mark on your neck," he said. "If you're screwing Kisame, there's no doubt that sharky bastard is coming to look for you. And as much as I'd love to capture him and do some research on him, it's far more likely he'll end up ruining this lab."
Stupid bite mark, Deidara seethed. I can't believe he noticed! The scabs were long-gone but there was still a little ring of marks where the healed flesh was slightly lighter. To the untrained eye, it didn't even look like a bite mark anymore. But Orochimaru and Kabuto were obviously far from untrained when it came to noticing physical abberations. "I'm not screwing Kisame," he finally replied, making sure not to let his eyes waver. "The asshole tried to rape me about a month ago! Haven't seen him since!" The lie made him feel sick with shame but it was the only thing he could think of to say.
"Kisame tried to rape you?" Orochimaru echoed. "That's hard to believe. First of all, he's too damn moral to force himself on anyone. Second, if he did, there would be no trying. He would have overpowered you without breaking a sweat."
True, true, Deidara thought to himself, his mind racing. "Yah, but Itachi busted him in the act," he said. "Then I crawled off while they were arguing. I think that's why they didn't show up for the mission." There, he brooded. That's believable, isn't it?
Orochimaru clicked his tongue, his eyes narrowed. "That's quite a story," he mused. "But you are... pretty. I can see how you'd cause some conflict." His fingers were still on the blonde's neck, grazing the bite mark. Deidara finally averted his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. He half-believed that the sannin had actually been trying to revive him with CPR earlier, although he had a sinking feeling that either way, the man intended to rape him at some point. If he hadn't already.
"I told you what you wanted to know," he muttered. "Now leave me the hell alone."
Orochimaru's fingers encircled his neck and tightened slightly, making it uncomfortable to breathe. "You haven't begun to tell me anything," he hissed. "And I have a feeling you won't, even if you're tortured. So I have something else in store for you." With that said, he promptly released his grip and rose to his feet. When he went to leave, he shot the blonde one last glare before shutting the steel door firmly behind him - in the glare had been a vague annoyance and also, unmistakeably, lust.
Deidara's face felt hot and his neck felt cold where the sannin had touched him. He cursed miserably and hung his head, dreading whatever was to come next.
* * *
Searching the depths of the ocean wasn't any easier or quicker than searching the land. The water was deep as fuck almost immediately, the earth dropping down to insane depths less than a mile off the coast to the point where everything was dark and uncomfortably pressurized. Kisame swam around fretfully for a while before summoning a handful of dopplegangers to help with the search. His doppleganger jutsu was nothing compared to Konoha's shadow clone kinjutsu - he could only make five or six that could fully function. Any more and he couldn't control them... they'd end up just floating around like dumb dolls until they turned back into water. With the poison affecting him, he was surprised that he could even manage the six he'd summoned. Willpower was an amazing thing, at times.
With the aid of the dopplegangers, the search went more quickly. Within the next half hour, he'd managed to scan a five or six mile area. He hadn't found anything himself, but he hoped that when he released the jutsu, one of his doubles would come back with something useful. He made a handsign and closed his eyes, letting their collective experience flow into his mind. Some of them saw a few fish, one saw nothing at all, but amidst the useless flashes was something... abnormal. A few miles to the south, the clone had spotted what looked like a sheen of metal, clinging to the ground. The dumb double hadn't investigated much further, leaving the object to be anything from a shipwreck to a shiny rock. Either way, it was the only thing of interest he'd managed to discover so he headed toward it, using the water's currents to swim as quickly as possible.
His eyes widened as he approached the object. His clone must have only caught a shitty glimpse because this monstrosity of metal and concrete was unmistakeably a structure. Pipes ran like veins along the building's roof and the place emitted a warmth and a hum of machinery. He swam in closer, his nerves prickling, and what had seemed like a weird glow turned out to be small, circular windows in the building's walls. When he dared a quick glance into one of the windows, he saw a dull cell, filled to the brim with disoriented, emaciated prisoners, either pacing around listlessly or huddled into fetal positions. They all had a strange, sickly look to them that reminded him of the way people from the mainland got seasick when they had to ride in a boat.
This was obviously Orochimaru's hideout. There was no question in Kisame's mind. How the building had been constructed and why it was so deep underwater was a mystery that seemed irrelevant at the moment. He glimpsed in another window to find a shitty looking kitchen - a cook in the same grey prison garb was slaving over some pots of gruel. Yet another window revealed a shower room, and another revealed a large hulk of machinery - no doubt a hydroelectric power generator and a desalinizer. More and more windows told their story: here was a prisoner who looked like his flesh was made out of jelly, here was a pile of water, guts and bones, here was someone hooked up to IVs and monitors, vomiting a clear liquid into a trash can next to his bed. All of these people were no more than experiments to Orochimaru, victims of his incessant goal to forcefully instill jutsu through science.
He's researching suiton, Kisame realized with a pang of mingled rage and terror. This wasn't his first time seeing one of Orochimaru's labs - he'd seen one where futon was the subject of study and the ward full of burn victims had been just as gruesome. However, suiton hit home a lot more... this was a gift native to the Land of Water and it riled him to see it forced upon these people. One's innate ability was not something to be dissected and degraded in this way. He had to resist the urge to release a Daikodan no Jutsu on this horrible place and put all its prisoners out of their misery. The only thing preventing him was the fact that Deidara was undoubtedly enclosed within its walls.
He inspected all the windows but found no trace of the blonde. Yet upon searching some more, he finally found a way in. Beneath the machinery that fueled the place was a small round hole in the hulking metal, where the water undoubtedly sat like a pool in the bottom of the room. He took a quick peek inside, barely letting his eyes break the surface of the water, and caught a glimpse of the room. Past pipes and pistons, gears and engines, there was a door. And no guards, to boot. Orochimaru got cocky building this place, he thought to himself. Didn't think anyone would find it. While he wanted to charge in blindly, wrecking shit until he found Deidara, he forced himself to withdraw. Sasori knew Orochimaru better than anyone else - the redhead would likely be able to devise a more sensible plan.
* * *
Sasori had been counting the minutes since Kisame had slipped beneath the water's surface, waiting with baited breath for his return. His eyes were still wide with latent shock from seeing the swordsman's bizarre transformation - even a hundred meters away, he had witnessed the man merge with his sword, spines rippling over his skin. And when Kisame had sunk into the water, Sasori could have sworn he'd seen the flicker of a long, slate-blue tail. All these jokes about his appearance, he marveled, and he really is part fish! He wasn't sure whether the revelation repulsed him or aroused him - in Kisame's case, everything was baffling.
Over an hour had passed before the swordsman finally returned, peeking his head out a bit before climbing nimbly to the water's rolling surface. He was human again, Samehada strapped to his back like it was no more than a weapon. Sasori wanted to shout down an inquiry at the top of his lungs but closed his mouth when Kisame shot up the cliff face, scaling the rock in a few short seconds. He landed at Sasori's side, his blue skin wet and glistening, reflecting the mid-day sunlight. The redhead wanted to reach out and touch it, even though he could no longer feel. He resisted the urge, instead mustering an impatient scowl.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he growled, trying to sound as pissed off as possible.
Kisame ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. "I found it," he rasped. "I found the hideout." He pointed vaguely out to sea, his arm trembling with exhaustion.
As much as Sasori wanted to revel in Kisame's agony, there just wasn't time. He quickly summoned a blank scroll and pulled a pen from his coat pocket. "Draw me the schematics," he demanded.
Kisame took the pen reluctantly, his expression somewhere between the extremes of exhaustion and determination. "I'm a shitty artist," he mumbled.
"I don't give a fuck," Sasori snapped. "Draw me a layout and I'll figure out the rest."
"Fine," Kisame breathed. He bent down and began to draw the schematics onto the scroll, his motions quick yet refined. Sasori could do nothing but stare, slackjawed, as the swordsman efficiently sketched out the details of the structure. The resulting piece could have been hung up in an art museum - the lines were all perfect, as were the the details revealed in every windowed room. Prisoners howled in agony, machinery hummed, failed experiments lay dying. At the top of the sketch, Kisame had written in inconguously sloppy kanji, 'suiton lab.'
"Kisame, why the hell aren't you an artist?" Sasori murmured, his eyes fixated on the scroll. When he looked away from the masterpiece, he found the swordsman curled into a fetal position, finally rendered unconscious from the poison.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* I had the idea of Orochumaru's suiton lab for a time. It's creepy, right? Please leave a comment if you have the time ^^
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