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Criminal	By : laurenloogie Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 19
- 20
- 21
Kisame swam furiously toward the suiton lab, riding the currents to gain speed. It hadn't seemed like this long of a swim when he'd done it earlier but he had to remind himself that the place was a few miles away. Time always seemed to pass more slowly when he was in a hurry to get somewhere - one would think it would be the opposite. Nonetheless, the seconds ticked sluggishly by like hours. As he neared his destination, it was as if everything was in slow motion. He had a feeling that the drugs in his system were amplifying this effect, although he wasn't sure.
Were he any less angry, he'd probably be afraid. Orochimaru was the most vile, disgusting shinobi he'd ever met, sadistic and utterly self-centered. In their brief time as comrades in the Akatsuki, he'd had a hard time being around the sannin without shivering in revulsion. Even Samehada loathed the man, growling and bristling at his foul, almost poisonous chakra. His jutsu was revolting, his appearance was effeminate yet monstrous, and perhaps the most frightening aspect was his weird god complex. The sannin saw himself as a being of higher intelligence, his lofty realms of thought far surpassing everyone else's. Fine, whatever. So he had an ego. But Orochimaru was not a merciful god. Instead of sharing his apparently vast wealth of knowledge on the pissants around him, he treated mortals as fodder for experimentation, sacrifices to his goal of ultimate understanding. Everywhere he went, despair followed - entire villages razed and subdued, their inhabitants imprisoned to fuel his research.
The god-complex was nothing more than a huge inner excuse for the crimes he committed. How did he con himself into believing such a lie? Surely he knew that he was no more sentient than the people whose lives he ruined! Yet somehow he had managed to trump the foundations of common sense, warping his own mind until his empathy toward mankind was similar to a human's empathy toward ants. Who cares if I crush a few under my boot? Hell, I'll kick down the whole hill and watch them scurry around. Maybe I'll learn something from it.
Ridiculous. Utterly fucking ridiculous. As someone who often saw himself as a less-than-human tool, Kisame couldn't even begin to comprehend Orochimaru's twisted justifications. Nor did he want to. All he knew was that the sannin was probably treating Deidara like an insect with its wings pinned to cork board. It was only a matter of time before there'd be nothing left of the blonde - Orochimaru would pick him apart, dissect him, drive him insane with his sadistic tortures. Kisame thought a truth serum would be a rather redundant addition to his already horrible interrogations... just looking in the sannin's eyes was enough to make most people go mad.
Damnit, Kisame seethed, I have to hurry! But he was already traveling as quickly as possible. All he could do was try to keep his head level and swim like hell.
* * *
"Sasuke. Hey, Sasuke!"
Sasuke Uchiha tried to pretend he was still asleep. He felt like shit and the last thing he wanted to do was talk to Orochimaru. Kabuto had been administering him drugs to enhance his chakra - the result thus far had been nothing but a crawling sickness that made his head spin and his guts hurt. He'd been hurling into a trashcan next to his bed for the past few days... so needless to say, he was in no mood for a conversation.
"Sasuke! Wake up!" The sannin's oily tone held an unusual degree of excitement and impatience.
Finally, Sasuke muttered a curse and opened his eyes. "What the hell do you want?" he muttered, glancing over at the doorway. When he saw the figure there, he felt a pang of cold dread. It was that blue guy. Itachi's partner.
"Well? Do I look like him?" Appearance aside, it was definitely still Orochimaru's voice. He shifted in the doorway and grinned, flashing sharp teeth.
"Why the hell do you want to look like that bastard?" Sasuke muttered, trying not to sound as unnerved as he felt. Orochimaru's transformation jutsu was more powerful than most - he could change his own appearance down to the last detail, getting little nuances and features that the majority of shinobi left out. His prowess in this ability had even allowed him to infiltrate Konoha during the chunin exams. So needless to say, his current form as Itachi's sharky partner brought forth some negative feelings in Sasuke.
"Why do I want to look like Kisame?" Orochimaru mused.
Demon Shark? Sasuke wondered. That sounds more like a nickname!
The sannin crossed his arms in an all too Orochimaru-esque posture and stated, "It's none of your business. I need to look like him for something... private... and I haven't seen him in almost ten years. You saw him more recently so tell me what you think."
Sasuke rolled his eyes and scowled. While he couldn't care less about Orochimaru's personal life, it still annoyed him that the sannin never told him anything. He could have Itachi imprisoned here and he wouldn't let me know, he seethed. Nonetheless, he found himself scrutinizing the transformation, finding little things wrong with the strange features. "His face is a bit sharper," he stated, "And I'm pretty sure he's taller than that." In his brief interaction with Kisame, all he could remember clearly was how the man towered over him.
Orochimaru laughed. "You're probably right about the face," he mused, "but I know how tall he is. You were just shorter last time you saw him."
Sasuke cursed under his breath, his face hot. Orochimaru always had to remind him that he was just a child, as if to reinforce the fact that he was smaller and weaker than Itachi. "Also," the Uchiha said bitterly, "I have no idea what Kisame looks like without a shirt on. No wonder you won't tell me what this is for! It's probably something perverted." Although if that was the case, he supposed there couldn't be a better transformation. Kisame, apparently, was ripped. His body was muscular yet lithe, conveying a honed balance between brute strength and agility. Paired with his blue skin and predatory eyes, he looked like the kind of man who could rip you to shreds or fuck you to death, depending on his mood. Deadly, in every sense of the word. He felt a brief pang of jealousy knowing Itachi got to be around such a sexy... beast.
"It's none of your business," Orochimaru repeated. "Now get some rest." He turned and sauntered out the door, closing it softly behind him. Sasuke felt both aroused and disgusted as he found himself ogling the transformed sannin's firm ass before the door intruded upon of his line of sight.
He flopped back down onto his bed, his head spinning with mingled emotions. Hatred, mostly. Seeing Kisame only reminded him of Itachi. But there was also lust, a feeling he'd been having to cope with more and more as he got older. Puberty was a bitch. He found himself fantasizing about all kinds of weird, perverted shit - sometimes he was fucking Naruto's brains out, bashing that pretty little head into a wall as he screwed him from behind, other times he was being ravaged by none other than Orochimaru. Fantasies, of course. He'd never had his way with Naruto, nor did Orochimaru ever try to fuck him. The sannin was a pervert to the core - Sasuke had accidently walked into his mentor's room a time or two to find a tangle of naked limbs - but he never showed it around his beloved vessel. If he was attracted to Sasuke, he certainly never revealed it. Perhaps he was afraid that if he did, Sasuke would run away screaming, never to return. Which he probably would, although honestly, he wasn't sure. Orochimaru was a disgusting human being... but he was probably pretty killer in the sack. The things that tongue could do!
Damnit, he brooded, closing his eyes. What the hell is the matter with me? He hated hormones and all that they entailed. If he wasn't constantly around Orochimaru, he definitely wouldn't be thinking about the sannin in such a way. Unfortunately, his relative isolation gave him little to lust over. He wondered what it would be like if he were still in Konoha. I'd probably be getting laid twenty-four seven, he mused. Naruto's ass would constantly be sore! And Sakura would finally find a guy to worship who's *not* gay.
He grinned, his nausea briefly subsiding. Thinking about Konoha always calmed him, in a way. While he didn't exactly miss the village, he enjoyed reminiscing from time to time. His life was so damn serious now - his time as part of team seven seemed like comic relief in comparison. It was enjoyable to indulge in memories of their missions. Naruto, always acting the fool. Kakashi and his smutty novels. Sakura, too busy swooning to make herself useful. Those had been happy days... but happiness didn't make a person strong. Hatred did, and he nursed it like a seedling, tending to it, watching it grow. Revenge was his destiny, his raison d'etre, and while it would be nice to reside contentedly in Konoha, it just wasn't meant to be. I'll go back when Itachi's dead at my feet, he told himself. Although he wasn't sure of the fact. He'd been filled with hate for so long, he wasn't sure if it would ever go away. Could he ever be content? The question often fluttered through his mind and he never found an answer.
* * *
When Deidara began to hallucinate, he felt a mild consolation. I've tripped before, he told himself. I can handle this.
And indeed, he had tripped before, back when his Iwa headband had meant something other than 'criminal'. There was a stubby little cactus native to the Land of Earth that had hallucinogenic effects when ingested; it was somewhat of a rite amongst angsty teenagers to go out into the wilderness, eat a few pads, and trip balls. It was supposed to be a spiritual journey... or something like that.
He and Kurotsuchi had done it when they were fifteen or so, telling their seniors that they were going to train out in the wilderness for a few days. They'd both eaten what the other kids had told them would be a sufficient amount and for a while, nothing had happened. Perhaps they'd eaten the wrong cactus? But after about an hour, everything had started trembling and glowing, twisting and swirling. The hallucination hadn't been just visual either - his whole body had tingled and touching his own skin had felt like touching something that was mildly electrified. After a while of stumbling around and laughing uncontrollably, he had found that touching Kurotsuchi felt even better than touching himself. The two had wound up half-naked, giggling maniacally and unsure of what the hell they were doing. Hands tentatively groping, mouths bumping together. The fact that he was gay didn't really seem to matter right then... fooling around just felt good.
It had all been fantastic until she'd decided it would be a good idea to go down on him. It was then that he remembered he wasn't into women, that intimacy with the opposite sex made him feel dirty and repulsed. His trip instantly turned sour and he found himself shrugging her off him and wrestling on his pants, blathering about how 'this is wrong, this is wrong!' He ended up wandering off alone, leaving her sobbing and distraught.
After that, hallucinogens had never appealed to him. Nor did he get intimate with Kurotsuchi again; the two shied from eachother and never discussed what had happened. Some things were less awkward if you just avoided them. Anyway, the trip hadn't been the spiritual journey he'd been expecting... it had just been fucking weird.
But it hadn't been unbearable. And now that Deidara knew to some degree what Orochimaru had injected into him, he felt a tenuous relief in at least knowing what to expect. As the damp cement ceiling began to tremble and drip, he fought down a wave of anxiety and tried to think pleasant thoughts, knowing that the second he panicked, the trip would go downhill. So he thought of Kisame. That was a nice thought. He tried to visualize his experiences with the swordsman, drawing up the first time they'd fucked. The beautiful forest, the river, the mossy ground. Seeing Kisame naked and marveling at the perfection of his taut, muscular body.
The trip gathered steam. His skin began to prickle uncomfortably and the walls of his cell heaved and rippled like they were alive. This was much more intense than eating that cactus with Kuro... the visual element was more graphic and warped. Don't panic, he repeated to himself, flexing his hands in his cuffs. Just think about Kisame!
Yet as his senses became more and more twisted, he found it difficult to think about anything at all. Soon, there was nothing left on his mind but a crawling, animalistic fear that made him wrench with renewed vigor at his binds. He just wanted out, out of this horrific, dripping room with its ugly, breathing walls. There was a loud, terrifying sound reverberating in his skull and he was pretty sure it was the sound of his own screams.
* * *
Orochimaru spent another few minutes in front of a mirror, correcting the little nuances Sasuke had noticed. He then adjusted his voice to match Kisame's - even though years had passed since he'd heard it, the man's rough yet lilting tone was something he remembered distinctly. It was an accent native to Kiri... not in word pronunciation so much as a casual, 'that's life' way of saying things. Kisame could say 'I'm gonna gut you and strangle you with your own intestines' with no more or less intensity than 'I think I need a haircut,' or some such mundane statement. Detached, almost bemused. It reminded him of Kabuto's passive way of speaking, as if nothing, no matter how horrifying, was worth the effort of sounding distressed. Orochimaru found this casual tone to be more difficult than anything else - his own way of speaking was much more... ambitious. Every time he spoke, a little bit of excitement about his lofty goals always leaked out. Making his voice sound apathetic was a surprisingly strenuous task.
When everything seemed to be correct, he flashed a little grin and headed toward the holding cells. Even if he hadn't successfully imitated every little nuance of Kisame's appearance and demeanor, it didn't really matter that much. By now, Deidara was undoubtedly hallucinating so heavily that all he'd notice was the blue skin. Orochimaru probably could have just dumped a bucket of cyan paint on himself to get the same results. But when he was interrogating (and possibly raping) someone, he liked to be thorough. He wanted Deidara to truly believe that Kisame had come to the rescue... only then would he start spilling the beans about the Akatsuki's current missions, goals, and various hideouts. And as a bonus, maybe he'd even willingly spread his legs.
Orochimaru hoped that would be the case. He didn't really like it when his victims struggled and resisted - it was a pain in the ass, no pun intended.
When he turned down the corridor that led to the holding cells, he heard Deidara long before he reached his door. The blonde was screaming bloody murder, his voice ragged and hoarse. The other prisoners were yelling obscenities in response, clearly annoyed by the horrific ruckus. The corridor was practically reverberating with everyone's combined shouts. Orochimaru threateningly banged his fist on the doors as he walked by, shutting the captives up one by one. By the time he reached Deidara's cell, the young man's wails were the only sound, echoing nightmarishly through the concrete and metal hallway. The kid sounded like he was being brutally stabbed to death.
Damnit, that's annoying, he seethed as he unlocked the door. He wanted to say the sentiment outloud but reminded himself that Kisame would most certainly not hiss repremands upon finding his lover. He'd say something comforting, he decided when he swung open the door.
"Hey," he said, entering the cell. "It's gonna be alright." After saying it, he realized that he was terrible at comforting people.
Deidara was a fucking mess. He'd been struggling so intensely that his wrists were bleeding, and his face was wet with tears. When his gaze drifted up to meet Orochimaru's, his pupils were so dilated that only a thin circle of the blue irises was visible. He opened his mouth as if to say something but only a sob came out. After staring wildly at the sannin for a few moments, his gaze slid away and settled on a wall, as if the slab of concrete was somehow more interesting than the man standing before him. And then he began to struggle again, twisting his bloody wrists in their cuffs.
Shit, Orochimaru seethed. I gave him too much! He can't even see me! He stepped closer then crouched down in front of the blonde, watching the younger man intently. The kid was just... gone. Off in another world. The sannin felt a pang of disappointment; he'd really been hoping that the serum would work this time. Unfortunately, it was working exactly how it had in the past - ineffectively. He wondered briefly if perhaps Kabuto had been screwing with the doses. It would be something he'd do... he was always doing little things to get Orochimaru's attention, even if the attention was a violent reprimand. For such a medical genius, the acts seemed incongruously childish.
He called out to Deidara a few more times but only earned himself another brief, vacant stare. Patience thinning, he finally slapped the blonde across the face, whipping his head to the side. What was the point of pretending to be empathetic if his efforts went unnoticed? He even considered reverting to his true form but decided against it - perhaps Deidara would at least come to enough to recognize Kisame's face. After a few more brisk slaps and a hissed 'snap out of it!', the blonde finally stopped struggling and squinted his eyes at the sannin. A flicker of recognition lit up his face, as if he was remembering a dream.
"Kisame?" he slurred, not seeming to notice that his lip had split and was oozing blood. "I've been trying to think about you... thought I lost you..." He smiled faintly, his features softening. He looked more as though he was watching a film than anticipating rescue. When Orochimaru reached up and grazed the bite mark on his neck, he sighed and leaned into the caress.
He thinks this is just a hallucination, the sannin realized, watching the blonde swoon from his touch. While it was disappointing that the kid was so far gone, it was mildly assuring to know that he had no hope of rescue - he seemed content just with thinking he'd manipulated his trip enough to see his lover.
His thoughts dispersed when Deidara's smile vanished and he started crying again. "What's the matter?" he asked, not really expecting a response.
"I wish I could tell you..." the blonde murmured, his eyes wet. "I know what Itachi did to you... you didn't deserve it... and you don't deserve me..." He looked down at the ground, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for you," he choked. "And I'm the reason he..." he trailed off and wept, his little body shaking with sobs.
What the hell is he blathering about? Orochimaru wondered, his curiosity peaked. Rather than try to say something comforting, he voiced the question aloud. "What do you mean?" he asked, cupping the blonde's chin in his hand and forcing their eyes to meet.
Deidara didn't seem to register the question, his gaze sliding off to the side. "And I'm no better," he slurred. "You were hurting and I just took advantage of you... I should have comforted you but I just..." he trailed off yet again. "You just looked so vulnerable..."
Orochimaru grinned despite himself. Sounds like Kisame got raped, he mused. Guess I'm not the only one on the list. And if anyone was capable of subduing the swordsman, it would be Itachi. He still remembered the paralysis genjutsu the Uchiha had cast on him - how strong it had been, how badly it had hurt. When his hand had been chopped off, he'd barely even registered the pain. Sure, he'd been trying to take over Itachi's body... but the pain of that genjutsu had seemed excessively malicious. Although the Uchiha's demeanor was passive and demure, there was something inside him that was deeply sadistic. He was definitely capable of rape. And by the way Deidara was talking, perhaps he was guilty of it, too? It sounded ludicrous that the gentle looking blonde could have forced himself on Kisame... but then again, a lot of things were ludicrous. It wouldn't be the weirdest thing he'd ever heard of.
Everyone wants a piece of Kisame, he thought, bemused. The bastard's like a drug! How can you resist using him?
All these thoughts of rape were beginning to make him horny. He tightened his grip on Deidara's chin, making the blonde inhale sharply. "So Kisame's had it pretty rough, I take it?" he asked, dropping the swordsman's voice and speech patterns. "Well... now it's your turn." The blonde's eyes widened slightly as he picked up on the fact that it was Orochimaru's voice coming from Kisame's lips. "And no, you're not hallucinating this," he stated bluntly. He stuck out his long tongue and flicked it, grinning.
Deidara drew in a big breath, getting ready to scream bloody murder, but Orochimaru clamped a hand over his mouth so that nothing but a muffled sob came out.
* * *
When Kisame approached the lab this time around, he was expecting there to be some guards posted around the little hatch in the machinery room's floor. He cautiously peeked around, barely letting his head break the water's surface, and was surprised to find that the area was still unmanned. Orochimaru's an idiot, he mused as he reverted back to human form then silently pulled himself up onto the concrete floor. I can't believe he's being so careless! He took a second to quickly shed his clothes and wring them out, not wanting to leave a trail of water behind him. When everything was damp yet no longer dripping, he redressed and strapped Samehada to his back, then slunk past the hulking machinery to the door that led into the rest of the lab. The door had no slot or peephole so he spent a long time with his ear pressed against it, listening for footsteps. Once he was certain there was no one on the other side, he tried the doorknob, expecting it to be locked. It wasn't.
Stupid, he marveled as he eased open the door and slipped into the drab, concrete hallway. So stupid. Remembering Sasori's schematics, he took a left, toward the private quarters. He was surprised at the lack of human life in this place - it seemed as though everyone here was locked up. Orochimaru usually had quite a few assistants to aid his research but perhaps the small size of this place had forced him to reduce his manpower.
He was beginning to think he was the only person here who wasn't a captive when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Someone was coming from a corridor that branched off up to the right, their slow, casual gate suggesting that they were in the sannin's employ, not a suiton-sick escapee. He slid silently along the wall and waited calmly for the person's approach. He'd see them before they saw him.
When the person came into view, he had a split second to analyze him before making his move. Lab coat, glasses, slightly overweight. A drone. Not the vessel, who he needed alive. Before the guy even saw him, he sprung from the wall and snapped his neck, clamping his arm over the man's mouth to muffle his brief screams before he died. He then carried the corpse back to the machinery room and dumped it into the hatch, watching blandly as the current carried it away. One corpse or a thousand, he didn't give a shit. He'd kill everyone here if that's what it would take to get to Deidara.
The second time stalking through the hall, he didn't encounter anyone. He made it all the way to the private quarters unnoticed. It was obvious that no one here was expecting an intruder. This was a huge flaw on Orochimaru's part - any village or organization worth their salt knew to be prepared for anything. Kisame himself was proof that even a place as hidden as this could be found and infiltrated.
If Sasori's correct, the vessel's room will be right next Orochimaru's, he told himself as he crept down the hall lined with identical doors. Finally, he found a door that was slightly more elaborate than the others - it looked specially reinforced and there was an emblem of a snake carved intricately into the metal. Obviously, this was Orochimaru's room. That left the two doors on either side, both identical. One led to the vessel's room, the other to his closest assistant. While it would be easy enough to ponder this conundrum for hours on end, time was of the essence. He tried the door on the right and laughed inwardly upon realizing that just like the engine room door, it was unlocked. This all just seemed too easy. It was amazing what a difference it made when no one was expecting you.
If it's the assistant, I'll kill him, he told himself as he swung open the door. But the boy laying on the bed inside didn't match Sasori's description of grey hair and glasses. This kid had black hair. And he seemed to be fast asleep.
When the boy's eyes snapped open, revealing coal-black irises, Kisame tensed, bracing himself for a fight. Orochimaru didn't pick weak vessels - they usually possessed some sort of kekkai genkai. But instead of showing hostility, the kid merely rubbed his eyes and sat up in the bed, shooting the swordsman a look of mild annoyance.
"Leave me alone," he muttered sourly. He squinted his eyes as he studied Kisame. "And he's not that thin," he stated.
Kisame was too confused to come up with a response. What the kid had said was baffling enough; what really got him was the familiarity of that face. A few seconds passed before recognition finally came to him. "Sasuke?" he said, incredulous. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Both shinobi just stared dumbly at eachother for a moment, lost in their own thoughts. Kisame kept his guard up but didn't know whether or not to attack. "Are you being held hostage here?" he asked. "Wanna escape?" While looking at the Uchiha's face reminded him terribly of Itachi, he had no reason to harbor any resentment on the kid. Perhaps they could even temporarily join forces?
His thoughts dispersed when Sasuke's black irises flickered and turned red. And then suddenly both men were in motion, attacking eachother for reasons neither even understood. Sasuke was quick and agile but woefully unprepared - he barely made it out of the bed before Kisame pinned him in a headlock. At some point, the kid had pulled a kunai from under his pillow; he drove it into the swordman's side but before he could hit a vital point, the older man roughly grabbed his wrist and twisted it painfully until the weapon clattered to the floor. Unarmed, Sasuke struggled fiercely in Kisame's grip, biting and kicking like a wild animal until deciding that the efforts had no effect. When he finally relaxed, he was breathing quickly and trembling with rage.
"You're never gonna beat Itachi that way," Kisame mused, reaching up for Samehada's hilt with his free hand to let it heal his wound. "Now tell me what the hell you're doing here. Did Orochimaru go cradle-robbing in Konoha?"
"Fuck you, asshole," Sasuke seethed. He started to struggle again but froze when Kisame tightened the hold on his neck, threatening to snap it like a twig. "I came to Orochimaru of my own free will," he choked. "I was only getting weak by staying in Konoha!"
Kisame laughed genuinely as he eased over to the door and peeked around the hallway, making sure the coast was still clear. "So you think that hanging out with Orochimaru will make you a stronger shinobi?" he asked, grinning. "You must know by now that he's only keeping you around so he can steal your body and wear it like a suit! And judging by the way you fight, you're not getting any stronger."
"I'm aware of Orochimaru's plan," Sasuke grated. "And I'm only weak because I'm poisoned with Kabuto's hackneyed medication!"
"That's no excuse," Kisame mused. "I'm poisoned as well but I'm still functioning. Anyway, If you won't come with me willingly, you're gonna have to be my hostage for a few minutes. And I can't guarantee you'll come out of it unscathed." He emphasized the statement by briefly squeezing the Uchiha's neck again, hard enough to hurt.
"Fuck you," Sasuke spat. "Why the hell do you need me as a hostage?"
"Your mentor kidnapped one of my comrades," the swordsman growled. "I need some leverage to get him back."
"Who, Itachi?" the Uchiha asked furiously. He didn't struggle again but he was so tense he was shaking.
Kisame rolled his eyes. "No, not Itachi," he said bitterly. "Orochimaru's no match for him. It's another Akatsuki member... and right now, Orochimaru could be..." He trailed off, deciding that it was inappropriate to mention rape around the kid. "Could be interrogating him," he finished.
"So that's why he disguised himself as you," Sasuke muttered, shifting uncomfortably. "When you walked in, I thought it was him... until I saw your chakra."
"Yah, yah," Kisame growled. "I have a lot of it, I know. But I don't have a lot of time, so I apologize in advance for anything I might have to do to you." He then slid out of the doorway and crept down the hall, forcing Sasuke to walk in front of him like a human shield. So Orochimaru is using my appearance to fuck with Deidara, he brooded. How did he even know we're lovers? But the question 'how' didn't really seem to matter at this point. The fact that Orochimaru was disguised as him made him so angry he had a hard time not accidentally strangling Sasuke as he hurried through the lab. Even worse than his anger, however, was a crawling dread that he had simply gotten here... too late. What was there to do if Deidara was already dead? He tried to think of an answer but found that he couldn't. The question kept sliding from his reach, too horrible to grasp.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ehrrm... I had a hard time with this chapter. Took me forever! Maybe that's why it was so easy for Kisame to infiltrate the lab - like I've said before, action scenes are incredibly difficult for me to write. Anyway, hope you liked it!
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