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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
- 21
- 22
- 23
Kisame almost always had the upper hand when he was underwater - his ability to merge with Samehada made him practically invincible. While his foes were straining to see clearly and holding their breath, he was calm, almost peaceful, as he moved in for the kill. The ironic term 'shark attack' came to his mind more than once. He'd had some close spars with his suiton-wielding comrades back in Kiri... but since he'd acquired Samehada, he hadn't lost a single fight when the ocean was to his advantage. The lopsided battles sometimes left him feeling as though he'd cheated.
Unfortunately, Deidara's dire state forced the swordsman to stay in human form as he swam from the suiton lab. The blonde was so fucked up he didn't even know to hold his breath - Kisame had preempted this and taken a big breath of air before his escape, which he was now using to keep Deidara alive as he made his gradual ascent to the ocean's surface. Every time the younger man exhaled, Kisame refilled his lungs with his own oxygen supply. It was a weird sort of CPR. They were so deep underwater, the swordsman was afraid Deidara would suffer from pressure sickness if they ascended too quickly, so this process went on for a good four or five minutes. By the time they broke the ocean's surface, Kisame was out of breath himself. He had to kneel for a moment and gasp for air, his head spinning and his lungs burning. At least Deidara was alright - the blonde's breathing was slow and even and his eyes were closed, either because of the briny seawater or because he was finally unconscious. Kisame hoped it was the latter... if the younger man started struggling during their escape, he'd be forced to knock him unconscious. As soon as Orochimaru got his vessel to safety, there was no doubt he'd come after Kisame with revenge on his mind and the last thing the swordsman needed was an insane little fucker thrashing around in his grasp.
The thought of battling a furious sannin and protecting Deidara at the same time made his skin prickle with dread. He got to his feet and started running to the shore, slinging the blonde over his shoulder. They were so far out to sea that the jagged, rocky shoreline was little more than a sandy strip stretched over the blue bulk of the ocean. He hadn't realized that the lab was this far away; it hadn't seemed as distant getting to the place underwater.
Minutes ticked by as he sprinted to the shore, punctuated by nothing but the gentle pulse of the ocean and his own quick breathing. The mid-afternoon weather was mild and sunny but the peaceful atmosphere was strangely foreboding - the calm before the storm, perhaps? As he ran, he couldn't help but think that for the first time in his life, his enemy was the shark and he was the prey.
Nearly ten minutes passed without incident. Kisame was beginning to think that perhaps the sannin had opted to save his prisoners instead of seeking revenge - it would be the more sensible decision. But he couldn't forget the insane, wrathful expression on Orochimaru's face before the water shockwave had swept him away... as far as he could remember, he'd never seen the sannin look so angry. No, there was no doubt that the man was coming for him. He could only hope that he'd gotten enough of a headstart to reach the shore before Orochimaru caught up with him.
Suddenly, Samehada began to growl and shiver, reacting to the approach of a vile, frightening chakra. Damnit, Kisame seethed. Just my luck! The coastline was clearly visible now as a jagged cliff face, only a quarter mile away or so, but when the calm surface of the water began to ripple and swell, he wondered if he'd even make it to the damn shore.
He's beneath me, Kisame realized. How'd he catch up so damn quick?
He looked down to find the answer to his question - through the water's depths appeared a pair of large, reptilian eyes. It was Manda, of course... he'd nearly forgotten that the damn thing could swim. He darted off to the side just in time to avoid the attack - mere feet away, the beast's immense jaws broke the surface, snapping shut hungrily in a spray of sea foam. On the snake's forehead rode Orochimaru, who was sopping wet and clearly furious, clutching the creature's scales with both hands as if to direct its movements.
"Kisame!" the sannin howled, his voice ragged and broken with rage. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" The ocean erupted into a violent, deafening storm of frothing waves as Manda's bulk thrashed to the surface. The scene was so shocking it was hard to even focus on it - Kisame's gaze kept sliding off to the side, his eyes refusing to accept what they were seeing. He'd seen Manda a handful of times but there was something more horrific about witnessing it in the water... somehow, it looked more abnormal, like an ungodly abomination spawned in the deepest recesses of the ocean, and its wet scales gave it a slimy sheen that made Kisame's guts clench with revulsion. For the first time in many years, he was actually afraid.
I have to stay calm, he told himself, slowing down his breathing and heartrate with exercises he'd been taught in Kiri. If I panic, I'm done for. He forced himself to think, to analyze the situation. Orochimaru was obviously blind with anger, reduced to screaming nearly incoherent threats. And judging by the way he was gripping onto Manda, the gigantic familiar wasn't too happy about being summoned a second time in one day. I can manage this, he brooded, I just need to slow them down enough to reach the shore. And Manda may be big... but I still have the advantage here! I'll be damned if anyone defeats me on my own turf!
Of course, fighting with Deidara's deadweight slung over one shoulder was like fighting with one hand tied behind his back - if it was anyone else, he'd probably drop their useless ass and watch them sink. But then again, if it was anyone else, he wouldn't have risked his life in the first place. He found it oddly comforting that even if he died, he'd die trying to save someone dear to him. The thought gave him a bit of inner peace as he braced himself for battle.
He had the ocean to his advantage so he used it to its full potential, manipulating the waves to block the sannin's attacks from above and summoning sharks to counter-attack below. Sution-style bombs, projectiles, water prisons... he used everything he could possibly throw at Orochimaru and his familiar to slow them down. If it wasn't for Deidara's limp body slung over his shoulder, he probably could have gone another step and inflicted some serious damage. As it was, however, it was all he could do to prevent Manda from swallowing him whole. The snake was viciously fast in the water, slithering through it with surprising agility. Kisame had a feeling that Orochimaru had been working with the beast to improve its swimming skills, feeding it prisoners here and there as a reward. And it was glaringly obvious that Manda's reward this time would be eating Kisame and Deidara - the way it was attacking, it seemed to have no intention of live capture.
Kisame wasn't even sure how he did it but somehow, he reached the coast. He was so focused on fighting his opponents that getting to the cliff face had become secondary to surviving. He'd suffered a few injuries - snake bites from Orochimaru's jutsu - and while he couldn't feel the poison yet, he was almost certain the antivenom pill Sasori had given him had worn off by now. Either way, he was hoping beyond hope that the puppetmaster had done his part of the bargain and set some traps... because he was running out of time and adrenaline.
It wasn't until he scaled the cliff that he saw the traps. Puppets were hidden all along the jagged, vertical ridge, their earth-toned cloaks blending perfectly with the sandstone. When he reached the summit, he barely had time to see Manda's jaws a hairwidth from his skin before the traps set into motion.
The chatter of artificial limbs was the first thing he heard, followed by a strangled hiss. Manda seemed to freeze in mid-air as if suspended in time, its jaws tensing with shock and dripping venom. When Kisame glanced down the cliff face, he saw that the puppets had sprung to life, surrounding the snake like a swarm of angry bees. It didn't make sense... the puppets weren't attacking. How were they subduing Manda?
The trip wire was so thin that the swordsman didn't even realize it was there until it began cutting into Manda's flesh, zipping up under its scales and pulling tighter and tighter until blood began pouring down the creature's sides. The snake writhed and hissed, churning the ocean into a froth of bright red. What had seemed like an unruly swarm was now a fluid maneover, pairs of puppets connected by the near-invisible wire.
"Orochimaru!" it rumbled, agonized and furious. "I'm eating you next!" And then it was gone in a puff of smoke, summoning itself away before the trip wire sawed it into a million bloody pieces. For a moment, Kisame was slack-jawed with awe, wondering how the hell he'd beaten Sasori earlier when the man was obviously such a tactical genius. It wasn't until he saw Orochimaru emerge from the bloody froth of the ocean that he remembered he was supposed to keep running.
North. I gotta run north, he told himself as he sprang into motion and headed for the cover of the forest. Sasori was obviously nearby but he saw no sign of the redhead anywhere - the only thing that betrayed the man's presence was the chattering of the puppets, which were now directed in full force on the sannin.
As Kisame ran, he heard Sasori's attacks more than he saw them - loud, jarring explosions from paper bombs, the earth-rattling booms of mines, the hiss of trip wire being pulled tight. The few times he dared a glance back, the forest behind him was a warzone, erupting with smoke and flame. Not once did he see Orochimaru but he'd occasionally hear the sannin's enraged screams. "Kisame! Sasori! You're both fucking dead!!"
After about fifteen minutes of this, the sounds began to fade. The eruptions seemed to occur further and further back, and Orochimaru's hysterical shouts became less intense, muted with distance. Fifteen more minutes and there was wasn't any sound at all.
"Can you believe it?" Sasori's voice jarred Kisame so badly, he nearly stumbled and went crashing to the ground. "I think we outran him!" The swordsman gazed wildly around to find his comrade running right next to him, wearing one of his puppet's earth-toned robes.
"Damnit Sasori," he gasped, his voice more ragged than he'd been expecting. "You scared the hell outta me. Where've you been this whole time?"
The redhead laughed, grinning. "All over," he said feverishly, eager to explain his genius ploys. "In front of you, behind you. Manipulating the traps. I put my Akatsuki cloak on one of my puppets and used it as a decoy - Orochimaru was so pissed off, he didn't even realize it! He fell into almost every trap I set up! He's fucked up so bad, he'll have to shed his skin for a week... and I lost about a hundred damn puppets. But at least we escaped in one piece!" His boyish grin faded when he observed Deidara's limp form, still slung over the swordsman's back. "How is he?" he asked, suddenly serious.
Kisame kept running, afraid to stop despite the redhead's assurance that Orochimaru was no longer in pusuit. "He's not good," he replied curtly. "The bastard gave him that damn truth serum... plus his leg is broken."
Sasori didn't respond for a moment and his face was completely doll-like as he registered Kisame's words. The swordsman knew that this absence of an expression was really just the opposite - when Sasori was distressed, he seemed to forget how to look human. "The leg isn't a big deal," he finally stated. "Has he been coherent at all?"
"No," Kisame grated, "It's as if he's in another world. I don't even know if he's unconscious or not... he might just be too fucked up to move."
"Damnit," Sasori sighed. "Well, I might be able to do something about it when we stop." Before the rescue, they'd both agreed to flee back up to the Land of Fire, just as a safety precaution... because no matter how pissed off Orochimaru was, he wouldn't risk following them into territory protected by Konoha. Furthermore, there was a hideout right on the coast, barely a mile from the border. If they continued running at full speed, they'd make it there just a little after nightfall. It was a long sprint but it was also their only safe option.
For a while, neither man spoke. What was there to say? Kisame could only hope that Sasori had a chance at reviving Deidara... in the meantime, his own problems were setting in. The painkiller he'd been fed earlier was wearing off and that horrible, pinprick pain was beginning to seep back into his senses. He'd nearly forgotten he was dying from Sasori's poison and, possibly, from Orochimaru's snake bites. It was impossible to tell what was what... not like it mattered anyway. Death was death. And as the pain increased, so did his awareness of his inevitable demise.
As the hours passed, his pain worsened. He found himself wanting to ask Sasori for another pill but held his tongue - he'd seen that lecherous look on the redhead's face earlier in the day and he knew the fucker would just love to watch him beg. I'd rather die than give him that satisfaction, he told himself, realizing the blunt irony of the thought as soon as it formed in his mind. Either way, he had no intention of degrading himself. He at least wanted to die with his damn honor, what little there was left of it.
Day rolled into night; they crossed over into the Land of Fire right on schedule. Kisame wasn't even sure how he was still moving... his limbs ached, his vision blurred from a searing headache, and his heartbeat seemed to have given up on a normal rhythm, pounding erratically in his chest.
"Damnit, Kisame," Sasori growled, noticing the sheen of cold sweat on the swordsman's skin. "For the last time, just give me Deidara! You're gonna end up falling and hurting him!"
"I told you... I'm fine..." Kisame rasped, clutching the blonde to his chest. "And either way, we're almost there."
Sasori shook his head, visibly frustrated. He'd been trying to get Kisame to relinquish Deidara for the past hour with no luck. The swordsman's mind was sluggish from the poison and he was bent, almost neurotically, on completing his mission. All he wanted was to get Deidara to the hideout... was that too much to ask?
Luckily for all three of them, the hideout came into view mere minutes later. This was one of the few refuges that was above-ground - it was actually an entire house, abandoned yet still in good condition. Whoever built it must have been a hermit because it was a good ten miles from the nearest village. Nestled on a secluded stretch of shoreline, it wasn't hidden so much as it was simply remote. Over the last few years, the Akatsuki had been the only residents, using it as a stopping point between missions. Compared to the cramped barracks everyone usually stayed in, this place was like a vacation home.
When Kisame reached the porch, he realized right then that he couldn't take one more step. Sasori shrewdly noticed his muscles buckle and took Deidara from his arms before he collapsed. The redhead muttered something under his breath but Kisame didn't even hear what it was - he was unconscious the second he hit the ground.
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"Stubborn bastard," Sasori muttered as Kisame collapsed into a sweat-soaked heap on the porch. The swordsman had been suffering from the poison's effects during the entire journey, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps toward the end as if even breathing was causing him pain. All he had to do was ask me for a painkiller, the redhead seethed. I would have given it to him. But Kisame hadn't so much as even voiced his discomfort, occasionally biting his lip to stifle a cry. So damn stubborn, Sasori repeated to himself. He'd rather die than ask for my help?!
Well too bad, he decided, opening the hideout's door and carrying Deidara inside. I'm going to help him whether he likes it or not! He'd made the decision earlier in the day and the sentiment wasn't something he fully understood. Aside from the fact that he owed Kisame for saving Deidara, there were deep, confusing emotions that had ultimately made his mind up for him. He just didn't want Kisame to die, to put it bluntly. The man was his comrade. It would actually make him sad to see the fucker pass away. He had enough regrets weighing him down... he wasn't sure if he'd be able to endure another.
Either way, he was going to have to hurry, for both men's sake. If Deidara continued to hallucinate much longer, there was a chance he'd come out of the experience completely insane. Orochimaru's truth serums were amongst his biggest failures - the sannin never seemed to learn how to properly measure out the doses. While it was proven that a small amount of hallucinogens worked effectively as a truth serum, the ridiculous doses Orochimaru administered did nothing but sweep his victims away into the depths of insanity. For someone so smart, it was bizarre that the sannin couldn't figure out such a simple technicality.
And as for Kisame? He had a few hours, at the most. The poison's three-day lifespan only applied when the victim was resting. Since Kisame had been running around and fighting all day, the poison had coursed through his bloodstream much more quickly, working double-time with his increased heartrate. As far as Sasori knew, no one had ever been active after getting a dose of his poison. The swordsman was a pioneer in this frontier... although that wasn't a good thing, at all. If he didn't get the antidote soon, he'd die before sunrise.
With all this on his mind, Sasori got to work. He dumped Deidara into one of the four bedrooms, then dragged Kisame up the flight of stairs and did the same. Before he could make an antidote for either man, he'd have to find the ingredients... the herbs he required had to be picked fresh, unfortunately. Since it was dark out, finding all of the plants was going to be a formidable task in itself. He found an oil lamp and lit it to aid his search, then ventured out into the forest.
For Deidara, he was going to prepare something akin to detox tea, although the strong brew he was going to concoct didn't really qualify as 'tea.' It would undoubtedly remove the hallucinogens from the blonde's system but it would make him severely ill as a side effect. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I'll have to give it to him in the bathroom, he decided. Because he's gonna puke his guts out! These herbs were fairly easy to find... they were quite common. It was Kisame's antidote that took the majority of his time - the herbs were more rare and some of them were just small, hiding under patches of leaves or peeking out from under a piece of treebark. It would be hard enough finding them during the day. In the dark, it was maddening. He had to remind himself that he was lucky they weren't in the Land of Earth or Wind, where herbs didn't even grow. In his homeland, there was no way to make an antidote unless you had a greenhouse.
Lucky or not, it took him almost two hours to find all of the ingredients. By the time he was back inside the hideout, he had to check on Kisame, just to make sure he was even still alive. He was... but barely. His breathing was slow and shallow and his lips were dark blue, intoning that he wasn't getting enough oxygen. If he was in a hospital, they'd have him on a respirator. Unfortunately, they were nowhere near a hospital and even if they were, the missing-nin wouldn't be admitted. Being a rogue ninja sucked in so many ways.
With all this in mind, Sasori got to work on the antidotes. Deidara's was done in just a few minutes and Kisame's was done within half an hour. In the past, it had taken him at least an hour to measure everything and correctly prepare it... it was amazing what a difference it made when he actually gave a shit about the victim.
He administered Kisame's antidote first - the swordsman was too far gone to struggle and drank the shit down with barely a cough. Deidara was a little more difficult... when Sasori put him in the bathroom and tried to give him the remedy, he kept his mouth closed like an insolent little kid before finally forgetting why he had closed it in the first place. After drinking it, a few minutes passed before he began to come to, blearily opening his eyes and squinting uncertainly.
"Sasori?" he murmured, staring up at the redhead like it was the weirdest thing he'd ever seen. "What're you..."
Sasori just rolled his eyes. "Toilet," he stated, pointing at the bowl.
"Wha.." And then he suddenly started vomiting, barely finding the bowl in time.
"That's gonna happen for like... an hour," Sasori said bluntly. "So I'll leave you to it."
"Wait..." Deidara gasped in between retches. "Where's..." he puked again before he could finish the inquiry.
"Kisame's hurt," Sasori replied coldly. "He may not recover." He'd contemplated how to break the news to Deidara and had decided that it was pointless to mince around the truth. Fact of the matter was, even though the swordsman had been administered the antidote, it might have simply been too little too late. He didn't want to say 'he's fine,' then have to backtrack if the worst happened.
However, when he saw the look on Deidara's face, he suddenly wished he'd just lied.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Another chapter with no smut, I know. But there'll be some in the next chapter, I promise!
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