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Criminal	By : laurenloogie Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1432 -:- 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
- 20
- 21
- 22
Sasuke struggled to keep up with Kisame's rapid pace, half-stumbling, half-sprinting through the maze-like hallways to keep up with the swordsman's long stride. His mind was racing as quickly as his feet, trying to make sense of the bizarre situation. Out of all the weird shit that had happened to him in his lifetime, this current scenario definitely topped the list. How damn unlikely was it that he'd see two versions of Itachi's partner in one day, and that the second version was the real thing? It was so ludicrous it almost made him want to burst out in laughter.
The initial shock had been strange enough. And while Kisame's appearance had somewhat resembled Orochimaru's imitation, there were a few differences that stuck out like a sore thumb. If it wasn't for the incongruities, he probably would have been subdued without even putting up a struggle.
First, there was the difference in weight - Kisame was at least ten pounds lighter than Orochimaru's version and the contrast wasn't something the sannin could have possibly expected. Who could have known that the real Kisame had literally been starving? And while Sasuke grudgingly assumed the transient lifestyle of an Akatuski member to be difficult, he couldn't see it being so trying that food itself became scarce. Shinobi were good hunters by rote - their skills could be used just as easily on wild game as against a human enemy. No, Kisame's weight loss wasn't for lack of food. It was self-destructive, from an illness that could be mental as easily as physical. Which it was, he had no idea. All he could be certain of was that the swordsman was suffering from an ailment. The man's jutting ribs alone were a stark contrast to Orochimaru's slender yet healthy interpretation.
Second, there was Kisame's demeanor. Even upon first glance, when neither of them had a clue what was going on, there was an expression on the swordsman's face that he'd never seen on Orochimaru's. It had taken a minute to pinpoint the look as he hadn't seen it in a long time, but eventually it had hit him. It was empathy. Genuine concern. To say it was pity would be a stretch but the way Kisame's eyes had softened had made him feel like a pathetic, abused victim. Is that how people feel about me?! he had wondered, horrified. They feel *sorry* for me?
The horror had turned to rage - right then he'd decided that he didn't want anyone looking at him that way again. Whether or not it was Orochimaru in disguise hadn't mattered. So he had activated his sharingan, preparing to attack... and that was when the third difference had appeared, much more blatantly than the others. It was Kisame's chakra.
Ever since he'd joined up with Orochimaru, he'd been dutifully training his eyes to see chakra as colors. After nearly two years of rigorous ocular exercises, he was becoming very proficient at it. With his sharingan, he could see the aura surrounding people with astounding clarity, emanating from their bodies like steam. While it wasn't as clairvoyant as byakugan, it still said a lot about people. For instance, Orochimaru's chakra was a toxic green fog that clung around his form like poisonous gas. It was as disgusting as his personality, betraying greed and utter selfishness. Kabuto's chakra was similar yet more pale; the vile green hue was muted by clean, medical white. It was a healer's chakra, distorted by dark intent. Sasuke had also seen the chakra of several prisoners, too... their auras were always hugged tightly to their bodies, visible as little more than outlines of color. Apparently, people subconsciously condensed their chakra when they were afraid.
So when he'd activated his sharingan in Kisame's presence, the explosion of color had nearly blinded him. It was blue... but not a blue he'd ever seen before. Radiant and glowing, there were only analogies for it. It was the way the ocean looked when the sky was crystal clear - countless shades of serene, rippling cerulean. But it was also the blue of a hot flame... a scalding-hot intensity that had made his retinas burn.
The chakra had filled the room like a ghostly tsunami, crashing around Sasuke until he was certain he'd drown in its depths. How could someone possess so much chakra without going insane? Yet at the same time, he'd realized that there was nothing malignant about the aura. It was powerful yet somehow... gentle. Virtuous. He'd spent a split second almost wanting to drift off in its calm depths but quickly reminded himself that without a doubt, this was Itachi's partner. The enemy.
So he'd attacked. And now here he was, scrambling down the halls of Orochimaru's lab with Kisame's strong arm constricting his neck. The beautiful, gentle chakra that had surrounded the swordsman just minutes earlier had condensed to a cold, crystalline mist, bristling with an icy and very un-empathetic determination. I missed my chance, he realized. He might have shown me mercy if I hadn't attacked him. Now, it was painfully clear that Kisame would do whatever it took to get his comrade back. Break his fingers, sever his limbs, gouge out his precious, sharingan eyes. Since Orochimaru was so damn obsessed with his ocular powers, he would undoubtedly relinquish the Akatsuki captive before it went that far. But it was hard to say what would happen... what if the captive was already dead? Kisame obviously cared for his comrade enough to risk his own life - if he found the poor fucker in a million bloody pieces, there was no telling what he would do.
His mind racing, Sasuke tried to figure out a solution to this conundrum. How could he stop this? The solution came to him clear as glass - raiton. Kisame was obviously a suiton wielder so the electrical discharge would undoubtedly fry him. Without hesitation, he attempted to electrocute Kisame with his chidori but barely got a crackle of static to escape his fingertips. After a few more tries with no luck, the swordsman laughed dryly.
"Your sharingan must be pretty useless," he mused. "Didn't you notice that Samehada has been absorbing your chakra this whole time?"
And then Sasuke finally saw that his own bright-red chakra was being sucked away by the giant blade strapped to Kisame's back. "Damnit," he muttered, as embarrassed as he was afraid. His raiton had been his only chance at stunning his captor... he'd been so intent on using it that he hadn't even realized his chakra was diminishing. Kisame seemed to be one step ahead of him, both mentally and physically.
"Don't worry," Kisame said. "I won't take all of it away. I need your sharingan to detect Orochimaru. And also, tell me if we're getting close to any other people, will ya? I'd rather not run into trouble on the way."
"Why the hell would I tell you anything?" Sasuke spat, humiliated.
"Because the more enemies I encounter, the more threats I'll have to use," Kisame casually replied. "You won't be a very effective hostage if Orochimaru sees you with broken hands and one eye."
"You're bluffing," Sasuke hissed, his skin prickling with adrenaline. "You wouldn't-"
Kisame grabbed his hand before he could finish the sentence and briskly broke his pinky finger, snapping it out of joint with one quick motion. Before he could cry out in pain, the swordsman clamped a hand firmly over his mouth. "I'll do what it takes to get my comrade back," he growled quietly in the younger man's ear, his voice dangerously soft. "Now use your fucking eyes."
After that, Sasuke was more compliant. Every time he saw the chakra of one of Orochimaru's assistants, he pointed it out to Kisame and they would either take another route or hide behind something until the aura faded. His finger throbbed terribly... when he looked down at it, he felt a brief pang of nausea. Kisame hadn't actually broken any of the bones but it was completely dislocated, dangling uselessly from his knuckle. It was painfully clear that if he disobeyed Kisame again, his ring finger would be next.
But even though his situation was dire, he felt strangely at ease with the swordsman. Whenever they encountered an assistant's chakra, the older man reacted calmly and was almost gentle as he hurried them both from harm's way. It was baffling - Orochimaru had taught Sasuke to be utterly unforgiving, to use the slightest advantage to crush his enemies to dust. Yet Kisame was doing no such thing - there was no hint of cruelty in any of his actions. He was pragmatic and determined but not malicious. The only word to sum it up was... professional.
I could learn a lot from him, Sasuke realized. He would be a good mentor. But as soon as the thoughts formed in his mind, he pushed them away. Kisame is Itachi's partner, he reminded himself. He's closer to my brother than anyone else!
The words spilled from his mouth before he could stop them. "What's Itachi like?" he blurted. As soon as he'd said it, he felt a flush of embarrassment. He should have asked 'where is he?' or 'what's his weakness?' He'd been a bit tongue-tied since this whole shitty situation began.
Kisame's arm tensed around Sasuke's throat, making the younger man gasp for air. "I don't know," he stated, his words clipped and cold. A few moments passed before he finally loosened his strangulating grip; when he did, he muttered a curse, as if he hadn't even been aware he was hurting his captive.
Sasuke snorted as he caught his breath. "Of course you know," he rasped. "You're around him constantly!"
"Be quiet," Kisame growled. "Now's not the time to be having a damn conversation."
"Oh, come on," Sasuke muttered. "I think you owe me an answer."
For a while, Kisame was silent as they stalked through the halls. Finally, he sighed and shrugged. "He's passive-aggressive," he stated. "In other words, he's an asshole."
"Passive-aggressive?" Sasuke echoed. "Like... he holds anger in then lashes out?"
Kisame shrugged again but didn't answer. It was clear he'd said all he was willing to say about it. But just from those few words, it was pretty obvious that the swordsman wasn't friends with Itachi. The way he'd spoken about his partner even suggested that they flat-out disliked eachother. Sasuke had always assumed that the two-man teams employed by the Akatsuki were paired together because they got along. Apparently, that wasn't the case. Maybe they were just put together because of their skill sets, he pondered. Between my brother's ocular powers and Kisame's strength, they probably make for a formidable team. It made him wonder - when the day came that he fought Itachi, would he have to go through Kisame first? Or would the swordsman step aside and let the fratricide ensue? He had a feeling it would be the latter... after a decade of being around the 'asshole,' as he'd put it, Kisame would probably root for Sasuke! But either way, the thought of having to battle the swordsman to the death unnerved him even more than fighting his brother. There was no doubt that the man knew how to counter sharingan better than anyone else - he'd probably scrapped with Itachi countless times.
His thoughts dispersed when Kisame abruptly stopped in his tracks and tensed. "Orochimaru's nearby," he growled, his voice low. "Can you detect his chakra?"
Sasuke focused his eyes and scanned the crossroad of hallways before him. Sure enough, he could see a muted fuzz of toxic green off to the left, in the direction of the holding cells. Orochimaru had a lot of chakra so the aura was more visible than that of most shinobi. "Over there," he said, his voice barely over a whisper as he nodded toward the cells. "And... how'd you know he was nearby?"
"Samehada's bristling," Kisame replied quietly. "It's afraid."
For crying out loud, Sasuke thought. He's talking about his weapon like it's alive! But when he glanced back at the sword, he saw that it was indeed bristling, its slate blue spines spiked out and shivering slightly. Suddenly, what he'd thought to be an inanimate object was clearly conveying sentience, showing defensive fear in the same way a dog's hair ridged up along its spine when danger was nearby.
"Alright," Kisame growled softly. "This is probably going to get ugly, so I'll tell you in advance. I might have to hurt you if the cause arises. But if you struggle, I'll hurt you more. If you punch me, I'll break your arms. If you kick me, I'll break your legs. If you bite me, I'll knock out your damn teeth. Do you understand?"
Sasuke nodded obediently, cold with dread. It was obvious that Kisame meant every word he said. In this situation, most captors would bind their hostage's hands and feet so they couldn't struggle... but the swordsman was strong enough that just his words alone had the same effect as metal cuffs. When they headed down the hallway that led to the cells, the Uchiha could barely make his legs move in his fear.
As soon as they approached the holding cells, Sasuke heard a sound that made his guts knot up. It was a muffled wail that echoed nightmarishly through the hall, like an animal was being smothered to death. Is that Kisame's comrade? he wondered, light-headed. What's Orochimaru *doing* to him?!
There were twenty holding cells in total, each containing at least one prisoner, but all of the hostages were absolutely silent, too horrified to speak over that terrible, muffled scream. As Kisame tensely ushered Sasuke toward the last cell, the Uchiha could taste adrenaline in the back of his throat. He knew just from those strangled screams that Orochimaru was committing an atrocity.
By the time they reached the last cell, Kisame's muscles were stiff with rage - Sasuke felt like he was being restrained by a stone statue. He had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out in fear when the swordsman suddenly released his headlock and clamped his hands firmly over the Uchiha's eyes. He thought for a moment that the man was going to gouge them from their sockets.
"You don't need to see this," Kisame growled in his ear. With that said, he took a step back, clutched Sasuke's head close to his chest, and kicked the cell door. The Uchiha heard the grating squeal of the metal hinges breaking, followed by a loud, jarring thud as the slab of steel crashed to the cement floor.
These doors are reinforced, Sasuke marveled. Kisame's fucking strong! His thoughts quickly evaporated when he heard that horrendous scream again, much louder without the soundproofing of the door. Strangled, animalistic, terrified. And although it was louder, it was still muffled, like there was something blocking the poor fucker's mouth.
Kisame's hands trembled and his breath quickened - Sasuke could feel the rapid rise and fall of the man's chest against the back of his head. What the hell does he see? the Uchiha wondered. Even through the swordsman's hands, he could see Orochimaru's chakra mingling with a dim, orange aura, the strong, putrid green interwining and overpowering the little glow of sunset.
It looked and sounded as though the captive was being raped. Suddenly, Sasuke was glad Kisame had covered his eyes.
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For a moment, Kisame was too appalled to speak. He'd been expecting something terrible but the bloody scene before him stole the words from his mouth. Deidara was cuffed to the wall and bleeding profusely from his wrists but nonetheless, he was struggling madly, worsening the wounds in his fear until it looked as though he'd nearly sawed the flesh through to the bone. His shin was also bleeding - it had a splint on it but blood was seeping right through the material. And Orochimaru was clearly getting ready to rape him, one hand clamped over the blonde's mouth to muffle his screams, the other hand pulling off his grey, prison-issue shorts. What made it even worse was the fact that the sannin had transformed himself to look like Kisame, although the muscular form he'd taken was a far cry from the swordsman's current emaciated state. Either way, Kisame felt as though he was looking at a warped mirror that reflected his darkest thoughts.
The first time I screwed Deidara, I practically forced myself on him, he remembered. But the blonde had enjoyed being roughed up - if he hadn't, Kisame definitely would have stopped. And it was obvious that Deidara wasn't enjoying Orochimaru's screwed up idea of foreplay... his cock was limp and tears were streaming down his face. Judging by his glazed, dilated eyes, he didn't even know what was going on. Orochimaru gave him that fucking truth serum, the swordsman realized. He's out of his damn mind.
All of these thoughts whirled through Kisame's mind in just a few split seconds. When Orochimaru turned to face him, slack-jawed with astonishment, the swordsman found his voice quickly enough. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" he grated, using a huge amount of restraint to keep himself from screaming. "Get the fuck off him! And undo that goddamn transformation jutsu! It doesn't even look like me!"
"No shit," Orochimaru muttered, obediently reverting to his true form and taking his hands off Deidara. "You're thin as a rail! Are you anorexic or something?"
"Don't change the subject," Kisame growled. "Let Deidara go or else I'll rip out this kid's eyes." He emphasized the fact by pressing his fingers into Sasuke's eyesockets until the boy cried out in pain. "And I'd like to see you find sharingan somewhere else," he stated.
Orochimaru cursed, panicked, and unlocked Deidara's cuffs in what had to be a record amount of time. Sasori had been right in assuming that the vessel would be the sannin's weak point. Once uncuffed, Deidara stopped his screaming and listlessly slumped to the ground, his eyes wide open yet unseeing.
"Just how the hell did you get in here?" the sannin asked suspiciously, his gaze darting from Kisame's face to Sasuke's. "The entrance is sealed with an illusion jutsu-"
"He swam here, you idiot," Sasuke barked, cutting his mentor off. "He has fucking gills!" A few prisoners in nearby cells started laughing, overhearing the loud interjection.
"Those gills don't work," Orochimaru snapped, humiliated. "Do they?" Kisame merely shrugged, not willing to divulge any information. "And either way," the sannin continued, "This lab is miles out to sea! How the hell did you even find it?!"
Kisame shrugged again, growing impatient. He wanted to get out of this hellhole. "Our mission was to scan the land for the place," he stated curtly. "If you hadn't captured Deidara, we wouldn't have even checked the damn ocean."
It was Orochimaru's turn to shrug. "It's Deidara's fault, you know," he replied, gesturing at the bloody heap beside him. "He was flying so low, I could see the pattern on his robe! I was just taking a stroll, minding my own business... but I couldn't pass up such an opportunity. You Akatsuki aren't usually so easy to capture. I figured I'd get some information from him before, I don't know..."
"Before raping him?!" Kisame interjected, furious. "And either way, he's one of our newest members! He doesn't even know anything!" He looked down at Deidara and wondered if what the sannin had said was true. Was it really the blonde's fault they were all in this mess?
"Oh, he knew a few interesting things," Orochimaru said, grinning. "He told me Itachi subdued you and had his way with you. I think just hearing that was worth the effort... I thought I was the only one!"
"He was obviously making that up," Kisame snapped, mortified. "Because that never happened. And what was that about, you not being the only one?!" He'd always had his suspicions that Orochimaru had screwed him while he was passed out all those years ago. Ever since then, the sannin had looked smug around him, his snakelike eyes glinting with some sort of inner triumph. And now, that smug expression had returned, making Kisame's stomach clench with revulsion.
"I thought you already knew," Orochimaru mused. "Isn't that why you beat the shit out of me for no reason?"
"I beat the shit outta you cuz I hate you," Kisame seethed. "And now I hate you even more, you perverted asshole!" It took him every ounce of willpower he possessed not to toss Sasuke aside and pounce on the sannin. He had to force himself to remember that escaping this lab with Deidara was the mission, not beating up Orochimaru. He sighed and cursed under his breath. "Pick up Deidara and follow me out. I'm not letting Sasuke go until I'm in the clear, understand? And if you try anything, I'll make sure to rip out both his eyes before going after you."
"Fine," Orochimaru said tersely, even though there was nothing fine about the situation. "But the second we make the trade, I'm going to kill you in the most sadistic way possible." He warily scooped up Deidara, who seemed to be paralyzed with his own insane hallucinations, and gave Kisame an impatient nod.
They reached the hatch in the machinery room floor with barely a hitch. At one point, Kabuto had nearly taken Kisame by surprise, but Sasuke had seen the man's chakra just in time to say 'behind you.' After one well-placed kick, the medic had crashed to the ground, instantly unconscious. Kisame found it darkly amusing that the Uchiha was helping him, even though he didn't have to. After hearing the heated exchange of words in the holding cells, the boy no doubt thought quite a bit less of his mentor.
Once he was standing by the hatch, the tension was so high it felt like electricity in the air. Kisame was acutely aware of everything, from the hum of the machinery, to Sasuke's nervous, quick breathing, to the enraged, almost insane expression on Orochimaru's pale face. It was obvious the sannin did not like getting played for a fool... but at the moment, he was the biggest fool in the shinobi world, leaving his lab unguarded and allowing his precious vessel to be captured.
"Give me Deidara," Kisame demanded, "And I'll give you Sasuke." He hoped, at least, that the sannin would remember he was a man of his word. The exchange happened quickly and without words; in the split second afterwards, both shinobi were forming handsigns, preparing to attack. Luckily for Kisame, his handsign was a single gesture. He released his water shockwave jutsu just in time to see the furious expression on Orochimaru's face. Machinery crackled and hissed as the giant wave of water hit the room; the sannin was so bent on protecting his vessel from the chaos, he didn't even have time to stop Kisame as he slipped through the hatch with Deidara in tow.
Once out of the lab's claustrophobic confines, the swordsman felt a weird elation in returning to the ocean's vast expanse. He gave the building one last glance to find his shockwave jutsu doing its job, the lights in the circular windows flickering off one by one as the water crashed violently through the halls. Hopefully, some of the prisoners would use the chaos to make their escape. As for the others, at least they'd die without being subjected to any more of Orochimaru's sadistic experiments. Drowning was a pleasant alternative to torture, wasn't it?
All in all, this was the biggest mass murder Kisame had ever committed. He clutched Deidara to his chest as he swam away and forced himself not to think about it. A hundred lives in exchange for one? It was worth it. He just hoped that the fragile thing trembling in his arms was still in one piece.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Is this the shortest chapter ever? I'm not even sure. I was just rushing to get Kisame and Deidara out of that damn lab! I've never constructed something in my own mind which I ended up hating so much! Fuck that place, am I right? Damn. After a few more action-packed chapters, I'm gonna give my poor protagonists a break. They've been though enough! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it... and please leave a comment if you have the time.
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