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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
- 17
- 18
- 19
For a minute, Sasori could do nothing but stare dumbly at Kisame's unconscious form, feeling something in between lust and, unfortunately, empathy. The poor bastard must have been running on adrenaline alone, pressing onward even though his body was screaming for him to stop. Such determination, the redhead marveled. And it's all for Deidara! The realization was a bit maddening - why'd the swordsman have to be so damn noble? It made him feel wretched and weak in comparison.
Regardless, now wasn't the time to be sitting around feeling bitter. He pulled a pouch from his cloak and emptied its contents into his hand. He had a few spiced up food pills that he kept around incase he accidentally poisoned Deidara and couldn't make him an antidote right away; the pills contained some questionable ingredients, including a strong painkiller and a not-quite-legal stimulant. When he'd given just half of one to the blonde as an experiment, it had made the brat bounce off the walls, jabbering feverishly about the meaning of life (which was a 'bang,' apparently). It had been... ridiculous. But Kisame was a lot bigger, plus he was actually poisoned. If Sasori was correct, the pill would just return him to normal, at least for a few hours. An antidote would take him at least an hour to prepare - he'd actually consider mixing one up if there was time. But time was of the essence so pumping Kisame full of opiates and stimulants was the only feasible option.
He tried to wake the swordsman up, calling out his name and poking him in the shoulder. Unfortunately, his efforts got him little more than a twitch and a weak growl - Kisame was simply too far gone. At this point, he'd probably lay there until he died. Even Samehada was trying to help, doggedly giving the man its chakra; it obviously didn't know what else to do. The poor thing was clearly upset, whimpering pathetically with frustration, but when Sasori tried to give it a consoling pat, it bristled fiercely and growled.
Sasori clicked his tongue, miffed. "Stab me all you want," he said. "I won't feel a thing." And stab, it did. When Sasori tried to unholster it from Kisame's back to get it out of the way, it struggled so fiercely that it scratched up its master's skin before he finally subdued it, wrapping it up with the cord in his stomach cavity. "Sorry," he muttered at the furious creature. "But you're not helping, at all." Samehada's response was another enraged snarl - its tiny brain could only comprehend that Kisame was hurt and needed to be protected. The sentiment would have been endearing if it wasn't so damn stupid.
With Samehada out of the way, Sasori scooted closer to Kisame and rolled him onto his back. If the swordsman wasn't going to wake up, he had no choice but to literally shove the pill down his throat. This was one of those cases where having something in IV form would make his life a lot easier. Pricking Kisame in the arm would be a nice alternative to prying his jaws open, which were currently clamped shut tight as a vice. Honestly, such a seemingly straightforward task became increasingly complex the more he thought about it. Kisame's not going to comply, even in his sleep, he brooded. He's probably going to struggle like mad! And he's crazy fucking strong!
He pulled out a scroll and quickly unraveled it, summoning a 'black ant' style puppet that he occasionally used to restrain shinobi. Unlike his old puppet corps model, this one had an interior made of reinforced steel. When he hurled a furious Samehada into its chest cavity and sealed it inside, the puppet rocked violently back and forth but didn't break. Now that his cord was free, he wrapped it around Kisame several times until his arms and legs were pinned. The swordsman slurred something incoherent and violently strained against the binds, banging the side of his head against a boulder in the process. When he finally stopped, there was a wet splatter of blood on the boulder.
"You're just as idiotic as Samehada!" Sasori growled, knowing full well the insult fell on deaf ears. "Dumb animal," he added under his breath, just for the hell of it. If he couldn't berate Kisame while he was awake, he might as well get it out of his system without the reprocussions of getting his ass kicked. And even though the swordsman was far from stupid - an artist, to boot! - Sasori couldn't shake the concept that he was restraining an exotic creature, something that swam elusively in the depths of uncharted waters. Hairless, blue skin that shimmered when wet, dark-rimmed, predatory eyes, gills that actually allowed him to breath water... Sasori couldn't help but wonder where the hell this man originated from! Had there been a clan of such people? Or was he just a fantastic abnormality, a crazy combination of genetic material?
No wonder Orochimaru's so obsessed with him, he brooded. There's no one else like him! No one alive, that is. One of the few things Kisame divulged to his fellow Akatsuki was that he had no family - he stated it as a blunt, uninteresting truth, something not even worth keeping secret. But didn't he ever wonder? Orochimaru certainly did... the sannin hadn't minced around the topic at all, clearly stating his desire to study Kisame. He'd even approached the swordsman on the matter, asking for just a few days of his time. The result had been a short fight that had ended with both men injured - Kisame from poison, Orochimaru from several bone-breaking punches that had taken a lot of skin-shedding to repair.
Another bout of struggling snapped Sasori from his thoughts - Kisame rasped something that sounded like 'kill me!' and his eyes fluttered open, revealing nothing but bloodshot white. This round was undoubtedly a seizure; Sasori barely had time to slip a loop of cord into the man's mouth before his jaws snapped shut with enough force to potentially sever his tongue. Insane strength combined with violent death throes forced the redhead to clamp Kisame's head between his legs to prevent the fucker from breaking his own neck. When the spasm finally ended, blood was everywhere, pouring down the side of the swordsman's face from gnawing the cord until his gums bled, dripping from several lacerations where he'd strained against his binds hard enough to break the skin, and leaking like a tear from his left eye. For a second, Sasori thought the man had burst a bloodvessel but found, upon closer inspection, that the tear of blood had actually come from the wound on the side of his head.
Despite all the violence Sasori had witnessed (and caused) in his lifetime, he found himself literally shaken, his limbs trembling slightly in an instinctive display of all-too-human shock. He'd always thought that seeing Kisame writhing in pain would be a turn-on... but the experience had ignited other weird emotions within him that he could have sworn he'd killed years ago. To sum it up, he'd felt a 'holy shit, don't die on me!' kind of panic, the sort of thing a shinobi would shout while clutching the hand of a mortally wounded comrade.
For crying out loud, he thought bitterly. I'm losing my fucking mind. Before his thoughts could develop any further, he quickly removed the loop of cord from Kisame's slack jaws and shoved the pill down his throat, deriving only a little bit of perverse pleasure from the action. Nearly comatose from the seizure, the man swallowed it reflexively, his blank eyes finally drifting shut. It would take a few minutes for the drugs to take effect - in the meantime, Sasori retracted his cord yet didn't immediately move Kisame's head from his lap. For once, he wasn't being perverted... it was just kinda nice to watch the fucker sleep.
* * *
When Kisame awoke, the absence of pain was so shocking that he thought was dead. Yet when he opened his eyes and looked around, he found himself on the same cliff he'd passed out on - unless the afterlife was a parallel universe, he was still in the world of the living. He sat up and shook his head, thoroughly baffled.
"Feel any better?" Kisame turned to find Sasori glaring at him from a few yards away. The redhead was scowling and wiping down the cord in his stomach cavity... dark red blood was splotched on the rag he was using. When the swordsman looked down at himself, he realized that the blood was his - he was covered in weird scrapes that reminded him of ropeburn. "You had a damn seizure," the puppetmaster muttered. "I had to restrain you."
Kisame wanted to call bullshit but held his tongue. He'd heard that this poison could send people into crazy death throes that often resulted in broken bones and bitten-off tongues. If that's what had really happened, he was surprised Sasori had been able to hold him down - it must have taken a tremendous amount of effort. The sentiment wasn't egotistical... Kisame considered his insane strength to be both a blessing and a curse. When he was unconscious and someone was trying to help him, it was definitely a curse. He swore under his breath, embarrassed. It's my fault I'm poisoned, he brooded. And now Sasori's having to *tend* to me.
His thoughts dispersed when a muffled, pathetic growl met his ears. He looked over to find a barrel-like puppet at his side, rocking fitfully back and forth. Goddamnit, he seethed. He had to restrain Samehada, too? Before he could tell the redhead to release the creature, the puppet briskly opened up. Samehada whined in confusion for a few more seconds before finding its way out and nuzzling up to his side. The poor thing looked exhausted.
"It hurt you more than it hurt me," Sasori growled, his attentions still focused on his cord. "Scratched the shit outta your back before I finally got it off you." He tossed a rag soaked in antiseptic at the swordsman. "Clean yourself up," he muttered. "You're covered in blood."
Kisame took the rag and proceeded to mechanically wipe the blood from his body. Samehada healed him as he did so, whining apologetically. The majority of blood was on his head - his hair was damp with it and it was crusted on the side of his face. Fuckin' ridiculous, he thought to himself. Yet even more ridiculous was the absence of pain; he felt nothing but a numb, almost pleasant tingle and there was a bitter, familiar taste in his mouth. "What did you give me?" he growled at Sasori. "Tastes like fuckin' coke."
Sasori looked shocked for a moment before replacing the expression with his usual scowl. "Yah, I gave you some cocaine to revive you," he replied under his breath. "Also morphine. And I can't help but wonder how in the hell you'd recognize it?"
A grin slid briefly over Kisame's lips. "My superior in Kiri was always doing coke," he confessed. "Got me to sample it a few times... but I never liked it." That last part was actually a lie - when he was banging Fuguki, the man would often lay out a few lines before they got to business. The drug amplified sex to a profound degree, especially when paired with copious amounts of sake. Thinking back on it, Kisame hadn't screwed Fuguki sober, not even once. And the cocaine had felt dangerously good. It was something he'd feared becoming addicted to, so he'd avoided it like the plague ever since. The last thing he needed on top of all his problems was a damn drug habit.
"Well you're not grinding your teeth or blathering about the meaning of life, so I'm assuming I gave you the right dosage," Sasori said. "I really hope I'm right because you're about to go back to that suiton lab and you won't survive a second if you're fuckin' high."
Oh right, Kisame remembered, I still gotta rescue Deidara. "Did you come up with a plan while I was passed out?" he asked the redhead. "Cuz I'll be pissed if you didn't."
"Shut up, Kisame," Sasori growled. "You're lucky to be alive right now." He reached for the schematics the swordsman had sketched out and motioned for him to come take a look. Kisame quickly complied, finding in the process that his muscles weren't protesting, at least for now. Sasori had filled in the blanks on his map with little scribbles and notes - the swordsman squinted his eyes as he read the small, nearly illegible kanji.
"This layout is like all Orochimaru's other labs," the redhead stated. "Behind the experimentation block is where he keeps the rest of his prisoners, likely including Deidara." He pointed at a space to the left of Kisame's rendition of the agonized suiton victims. "Since the lab is relatively small, there's probably only about eight or ten holding cells," he said.
"So I should go straight there and get Deidara?" Kisame inquired.
"Well..." Sasori murmured. "There's something else I should probably tell you." His finger moved down to a space next to the clump of machinery, where Kisame had found a way in. "I've been recieving my own intel from someone on the inside," he confessed. "And I have good reason to believe Orochimaru's found his next vessel. Apparently it's a boy from the Land of Fire, although that's all I know. Either way, he keeps the kid at his side at all times to ensure he stays alive until the transferrence ritual. If this is true, the vessel is likely being held here, near Orochimaru's private quarters."
"You've been holding information from the Akatsuki?" Kisame snarled. "That's traitorous."
"I'm telling you now, aren't I?" Sasori snapped, his eyes narrowed. "I have my own reasons for getting dirt on Orochimaru. Can't I have a personal life outside the organization?"
"Whatever," Kisame sighed. "I don't give a shit. Just tell me how this helps me."
Sasori looked at the swordsman like he was stupid. "The vessel, idiot," he growled. "That's the key to Orochimaru's immortality! If you find that kid and use him as a hostage, Orochimaru will probably just give you Deidara without a fight!"
"You sure about that?" Kisame muttered.
Sasori ran a hand through his hair, clearly annoyed. "I obviously don't want you to fail, asshole," he grated. "Everything I'm telling you is to ensure you get Deidara out of there alive. You already know I can't follow you in... so unfortunately, everything rides on you."
Kisame snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "Now you're just making me nervous. So let's assume I get that hostage and trade it for Deidara. Once the exchange is over, Orochimaru's not just going to let me escape! Even if he lets me out of the lab, there's no doubt he'll try to kill me the second I'm outside. What then?"
"Haul ass to the shore then let me handle the rest," Sasori stated. "The second you hit land, I'll have enough traps set up to blow this entire shore to bits. It'll give us a head-start, at least."
Kisame rose to his feet but Sasori shot him a dark glare. "Sit your ass back down," the redhead hissed. "I don't want there to be any faults in this mission. Let's work through all the details..."
* * *
Something akin to water torture was happening to Deidara. Unbeknownst to Orochimaru, the stupid roof had been dripping moisture right onto his forehead for the past half-hour, making him squint every ten seconds or so in expectation of another briny droplet. Annoying as it was, the briny part had solved the location's mystery for him - by some feat of technological prowess, Orochimaru had constructed a lab under the ocean's surface. How deep under and where in the ocean was still a mystery but nonetheless, the revelation was important. He'd immediately tried to call a meeting with the other Akatsuki members but when he'd tried, nothing had happened. The sannin had some sort of scramble set for telecommunication... as impossible as it sounded, it was reality. Being a former Akatsuki member, Orochimaru likely had spent a fair amount of effort studying then thwarting this technique.
When the door to his cell creaked open, he felt a mixture of relief and terror. Sitting alone with his thoughts was maddening, yet hanging out with Orochimaru wasn't much better. In fact, the sannin hadn't even begun to subject any kind of interrogation on him - he'd heard a lot of screaming and banging metal earlier, intoning some sort of experimental mishap. The ruckus had bought him some time... although he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. His chances of rescue were slim to none, especially since the location was underwater - Sasori avoided water like the plague and despite Kisame's sharky appearance, the gill marks didn't actually function. One thing he remembered about their fight back in the Land of Rivers was that the swordsman had been holding his breath during his water shockwave jutsu. In conclusion, all Deidara could do at this point was wish for death to come swiftly.
"How are you doing?" Orochimaru asked as he stepped inside the cell. Kabuto followed on his heels, his injuries healed and a new set of glasses perched on his nose. Being a wielder of medical jutsu certainly had its pros and cons - while the man was no longer wounded, he was now game for another fierce beating.
"How do you think I'm doing?" Deidara muttered. "My leg hurts like hell and your stupid ceiling is leaking. Let alone the fact that I'm being imprisoned by a lecherous old man." He was lying about his leg hurting - honestly, he just wanted Kabuto to dose him with more of that experimental painkiller. He'd much rather sink into a blissful overdose than die from whatever Orochimaru had planned.
"He's lying," Kabuto stated calmly, nudging his glasses with his forefinger. "There's no way he's in any pain right now."
"Asshole," Deidara barked. "I thought we were on the same side!"
A grin slid over Kabuto's lips. "Then you're an idiot," he lightly replied. "Although it would give me great satisfaction to watch you die."
"Enough," Orochimaru hissed. "Now give me that."
Kabuto was still grinning as he handed the sannin a syringe full of a yellowish liquid. "What the hell is that?" Deidara growled, his hands flexing in their cuffs.
Orochimaru flicked the syringe and crouched down at the blonde's side. "It's another experimental drug," he replied. "Kabuto and I have been working on a truth serum for quite some time now."
"Years," Kabuto adamantly cut in.
Annoyed, Orochimaru continued. "We haven't had much luck," he said. "Most people went insane when we administered it. But I modified the dosage and added a few other ingredients... so hopefully this time, I'll get a few confessions instead of the disasters that have preceded you."
"Seriously?" Deidara breathed, his heart pounding. "Come on, whaddya want to know? I'll tell you everything!"
"No you won't," the sannin snapped. "You've told me nothing but lies so far. Don't think I'm an idiot!" With that said, he plunged the needle into Deidara's shoulder. The blonde tried to struggle but Orochimaru grabbed his arm to hold him still as he pushed in the yellowish fluid. When the syringe was empty, he withdrew it with a blank expression on his face.
"What the hell!" Deidara grated. "That stuff looked like fuckin' piss!"
Kabuto laughed, his teeth flashing in a scythe-like grin. "Honestly, you'd be better off with piss," he mused. With that said, both men promptly left the room, leaving Deidara alone yet again. The blonde shivered and his skin prickled with dread. He had no idea what was in store for him this time around.
* * *
"So... where were we?" Kisame muttered. Sasori had just been going over the possibility that Deidara was either tripping balls or dead and the the subject matter was too disturbing to focus on.
"Pay attention," the redhead snapped. "As I just said, there's a chance Orochimaru will use one of his truth serums on Deidara. He uses it all the time on his captives, even though he never has much success. In the past, the drug has been a mixture of hallucinagens that made the subjects go completely mad. I know he's been working to improve it, so-"
"So I can expect to Deidara to be out of his fucking mind when I try to rescue him?" Kisame snapped. "That's shitty." 'Shitty' was a huge understatement - losing one's mind to hallucinagens was something he'd actually witnessed, when one of his classmates back in the ninja academy had eaten a mushroom he'd thought was edible. The poor kid had foamed at the mouth and tried to claw his eyes out - even weeks later, he hadn't recovered. His own parents had put him out of his misery in the end... it had been the most humane option.
"I'm just telling you to be prepared for the worst," Sasori sighed, equally distressed. "He might even try to fight you! It's impossible to say what'll happen until you get down there."
Kisame got to his feet, beside himself with dread and impatience. When Sasori shot him a glare, he merely flipped the redhead off. "I'm done wasting time," he seethed. "If I had just charged in earlier-"
"You'd be locked in a cell next to Deidara," Sasori curtly finished. "Have you already forgotten that you collapsed and had a fuckin' seizure?!" He shook his head with disdain and pulled a pill from his pouch.
"I don't need any more drugs," Kisame muttered.
"No shit," the redhead replied sardonically. "This is a preventative measure - it's a temporary immunity against Orochimaru's venom. Take it right before you enter the lab."
Kisame shrugged as he grabbed up the pill. "It'll probably dissolve by then," he bluntly stated. "My pockets aren't waterproof."
"Ugh, then take it now," Sasori snapped, also rising to his feet. "But it'll only last about half an hour, so haul ass. In the meantime, I'm going to rig up this coastline with traps."
Kisame glowered at the puppetmaster as he popped the pill in his mouth. Tell me to haul ass, he thought bitterly. As if I'd take my time! Surprisingly, he was able to swallow the pill with barely any nausea - the drugs in his system probably had something to do with it. Considering both his size and his dire condition, he must have been administered enough of the substances to overdose a horse. "Alright," he said as he hoisted Samehada over his shoulder. "If I'm not back within an hour, just... call a meeting, I guess."
Sasori nodded, distracted. While planning, they'd considered summoning the other members. In the end, they'd decided against it - what good would backup do if they were half a day's journey away? And either way, Kisame was the only one who could reach the lab. There was probably a secret entrance somewhere that didn't require gills but it was unlikely they'd ever find it. "Yah," the redhead muttered. "Good luck."
Kisame snorted as he approached the edge of the cliff. "Luck has nothing to do with it," he replied. There was nothing more to say so he jumped down, landing exactly where he had before. Samehada merged with him immediately as if reading his thoughts. And as his outward appearance became more vicious, so did his mind - he shut off his empathy like it was no more than a lightswitch, preparing himself for battle with a practised ease that came with being trained by the Bloody Mist. Anyone who crosses my path will have a fight on their hands, he thought bluntly. I'll rip them limb from limb! He sank into the water and shot toward the lab like a bullet, bristling with murderous intent.
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