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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, etc., of Naruto. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and not for profit.
Consequence
A/N: Wow, it’s been a long time. I’ve had this chapter written for quite a while, but wasn’t sure if I liked the direction. But anything else I wrote didn’t seem "right," so here ’tis in all its…uh…yeah. Warning, the rating on this story is going up to "M" for content, and that there will be future…uh…yeah. =P
Chapter Six
He was hardly repentant.
"You tried to kill me."
Unmoved by the censure in her blue eyes, he said, "You need more work. You’re so weak it’s pathetic."
That particular goad had always worked best on her. Bristling, Ino’s eyes glittered like ice chips. "Then tell me how to become stronger."
"I just showed you."
"How? By nearly killing me?"
Kakuzu folded his arms across his wide chest and smiled sweetly. It was grotesque with those jagged threads that ran from his lips and up along the curve of his jaw.
It dawned on her, then, that that was exactly what he’d intended. "You guys are sick," she spat.
"I won’t be, after you realign the connection between my five hearts."
He couldn’t possibly think that she was just tamely going to Mystic Palm his stringy ass after that! But catching the look in Kakuzu’s stoic green gaze, Ino curled her fists and gave in to the inevitable with bad grace. Some time later, she emerged rather lethargic and dizzy.
"Your concentration is total. It will mean your survival." Kakuzu’s deep voice dripped smug satisfaction. He pinned her with a hard look. "But you lack stamina, and that you will learn---or die."
*Not by you, scarecrow,* Ino mentally snarled.
"Anger is good, princess," Kakuzu said. What a truly horrific smile he had. "Use it."
Use it she did, for her stamina training began immediately. Already exhausted from her previous use of medical ninjutsu, Ino had to probe depths she had never tried before to drag the energy to her. Emotions brought it out---anger and sheer stubborn pride. Disgust over Kakuzu’s callous use of a chakra control she longed for just so she could wipe that smug smirk off of his hated face.
The exercises were simple---build a wall or force-field around herself to stave off the big Falls-nin’s push of energy. But it went on for hours, and Ino had to focus so hard that eventually she forgot how her muscles twitched and then went numb, how the sweat beaded down her body in itchy discomfort, how even her synapses burned with overexertion. When she failed, and she did, Kakuzu’s chakra literally snapped out to burn lines into her skin like lashes of a whip, and she held back the threatened cries with sheer tenacity and lips bitten until they bled. Then Kakuzu’s simple command of, "Again," would start the whole process over, and she would gather her dwindling strength to meet him head on, throwing all she had and unwilling, as ever, to surrender.
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Surrender, she finally did, to the inevitable. Just as he knew she would. Kakuzu felt when the kunoichi’s defensive shield abruptly faded even as she crumpled to the floor in a dead faint. Diverting the lash of his chakra-whip, the Falls-nin released the energy into the deafening silence as he stared down at the girl.
Stubborn wench. He grudgingly had to give it to her; she’d lasted longer than he had anticipated. It was pride, and pure, stubborn will that had kept her on her feet long past when she should’ve succumbed.
The large nin smiled. In some ways, the little leaflet was so easy to read, so easy to predict. A simple child, really, who saw too much in black and white, believed too much in right and wrong. Such foolish delusions. He’d had that faith himself once. Before life had taught him better.
Kakuzu’s smile faded. She, too, would learn. Or die.
Which would be a shame, really. All that raw potential, gone to waste. Kakuzu told himself that, even as his eyes rove the lithe curves sprawled at his feet. Hell, he was a man, after all, and not unaware of the kunoichi’s’s charms. A beautiful face, a young form---many gave excuse to their darkest deeds, claiming they were driven to them by envy, greed, or a love twisted by lust. Such feelings---they were only a pithy excuse for the darker emotions truly felt.
But beauty could be warped, torn, turned so easily into bitterness and loathing, so that a person could hate what they saw, what they had become, in the mirror. Raising a hand, Kakuzu absently touched his scarred cheek. He flinched away from the dark memories trying to resurface, and dropped his hand, disgusted.
He had wrestled those demons long ago. This girl, she would either learn to do the same, or lose herself as earnestness turned to cynicism. But surprisingly, Kakuzu couldn’t predict which. Often, he could intuit what others would do from analyzing their behaviors---add what they had done, subtract what they would not, and conclude, on cold, hard facts alone, what they would do next.
Kakuzu liked facts. Like numbers, they were clean, cold, constant. Unlike humans, who were so unpredictable, even to themselves. Just as she was unpredictable. A part of him despised her for it, another envied. Envied that she could still feel so keenly when he had lost that---had it stolen from him, actually, when he was still too small to protest.
He was not the sad, hungry street-rat he’d been. Gone was the hunger, the desperation, of a child left alone and unwanted, so starved for attention he grasped at anything, even the lascivious attentions paid him for his pretty face, his young body. Using that body to climb from the back streets of the dank hole he’d crawled out of, he’d eventually had that stolen from him as well, learning the harsh lesson that even a pretty face couldn’t protect you from those who despised you even as they used you to satisfy their unnatural lusts with pain and punishment.
And when his pretty face was gone, scarred by the seething jealousy of a cruel lover, he had used the coin of knowledge to protect himself. Taught early that money was the only thing to keep you safe, Kakuzu had turned his body---once sought so eagerly---into a weapon. His own weapon, to use as he saw fit, and not at another’s behest.
He could teach her that. Beauty was its own weapon, in a way. She already manipulated others with that angelic face, even if she knew it not. Look how she affected Deidara, narcissist that he was, or even Itachi, who was taking an uncommon interest in the girl. As was Tobi, the goofy clown, and even Hidan.
Kakuzu smiled sourly. Reminded of that religious freak reminded him he needed to get the damn girl off their floor and out of their room. Who knew what sadistic religious ceremonies that pervert would come up with if given half a chance, and an unconscious virgin all but laid at his feet. Purity had its own savor, as well he knew.
Disgusted, Kakuzu knelt and gathered the girl up in his arms. He ignored the slight tingle where his scarred skin touched hers, ignored the warmth of her soft breaths against his shoulder as he cradled her into a more comfortable position. Kicking the door open, he hauled her ass to Deidara’s room, where he could dump her limp carcass out of the way.
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"Hey, princess, get your ass up."
*Wha...?* Ino blinked, trying to focus. Exhaustion clung to her every day now like a thick, smothering fog. When she wasn’t playing stamina with stringy-butt, then Deidara was showing her just how little she knew about taijutsu. The creative terrorist was just as sadistic as Kakuzu in his unrelenting efforts, but there was a certain edgy desperation to it that Ino couldn’t even begin to understand.
And then there was also the strange way the blond terrorist held her close each night, as if trying to somehow apologize for the literal beatings he put her through on a daily basis. He never said anything, his gaze hard and angry, his short comments unnecessarily cutting and sharp. But he would curl himself around her each night, his hands almost gentle as they soothed absent circles into her bruised skin. Almost as solicitous and sympathetic as Tobi was---or as ever the creepy goofball could be. The guileless man did try, though.
Funny, but there was still more to Tobi than she could really pin down. Ino sometimes caught him looking at her in an odd way, so silent and still. The malice that fairly seethed off of his strangely delighted brooding made her skin crawl. But then Tobi would laugh, or shriek like a girl over some outrageous comment, and Ino’s misgivings would give way to disgust for the literal buffoonery of the man.
But her days were so full, her nights so exhausted, that they were blurring one into another until she didn’t know day from night. She couldn’t, with the way Kakuzu would come fetch her at odd hours to do all kinds of odd things, mostly learning to concentrate for longer periods without exhausting herself. And she was, surprisingly, growing stronger. She could feel it---on those rare occasions when she wasn’t so mind-numbed that she could remember there was a reason for all this madness.
But then there were times, like now, when all she wanted to do was sleep, but then some jerk-off like that fricking priest would come and grin at her in evil delight. Knowing all she wanted to do was fricking sleep, damn it, and yet taking sadistic pleasure in pulling her unwilling ass out of bed for some ridiculous reason such as:
"Dishes, bitch."
Ino popped one eye open and glared.
He only smiled, the toad. "They’re piling up. Now get your cute little tushie in the kitchen and wash ’em like a real woman."
Ino deliberately closed her eye.
"Now, bitch." The air turned menacing as Hidan deliberately ran a thumb over his triple-bladed scythe. "Or Jashin-sama gets a rare treat."
Snarling, Ino lurched off of the bed and went to do as ordered.
Gods, she hated the Akatsuki! Scraping the disgusting gunk off their disgusting plates and cups and pots and pans and---what the hell was that, oh god, was that a booger?---Ino mentally reiterated just how much she loathed the lot of them. She could heartily stab each one with a poisoned spork and be happy to dance on the graves after. Perhaps her emotions were so raw because she was just so damn tired, but the resentment spilled over on her own village for putting her in such an untenable situation. Damn Tsunade! What the hell had she ever done to deserve this? Perfect, precious Sakura wouldn’t have had to put up with this, that was for certain-sure! Tsunade would never risk her precious Forehead, but Ino, now, that was a different story. She was expendable. It just wasn’t fair---
Ino paused, horrified by the direction of her thoughts. But it was all really getting to be too much, every damn day and every damn dish. Not to mention socks and pants and shirts and all the other stinky laundry she had to put up with. And the constant training and the constant fear and the constant damn loathing she had for every single one of them, the sadistic bastards. All she wanted was some damn sleep, and---
"You’re late, princess."
Right on cue, there was Kakuzu with his damn familiar line, when how the hell was she supposed to know when the twisted fuck wanted to train with her? And she couldn’t, gods, she couldn’t. Not again. Not now. She was just so fucking tired, and Hidan’s fucking ass had to interrupt what little sleep she might get just so she could now leave the dishes to go suffer more burning torment at the sadistic hands of his fucking partner. Gods, she hated them.
"Now, princess!"
Snarling, Ino went for the throat, kitchen knife in hand. Of course, Kakuzu easily knocked it aside, wrapping his own hand around her throat and squeezing until she literally passed out. She did manage to kick him in the schnoz, though, with a most satisfying crunch of breaking bone. She’d probably pay dearly for that, and was expecting the worst when she finally came to in her own room. The brooding look Deidara was giving her certainly boded ill for her impetuous actions.
But, surprisingly, he wasn’t put out by her lashing out at Kakuzu, but by how much she sucked at it.
"You’re making me look bad, un."
He looked so disgusted Ino wanted to laugh. And did, with an edge of near hysteria to it.
"What’s your problem, yeah?" he demanded, and Ino suddenly burst into tears. And then fought him off like a wild-cat when the artist tried to shake her out of it. She couldn’t seem to stop, and she couldn’t seem to gain control of herself. She screamed at him, screamed until she was hoarse, and didn’t even know what she said. All she knew was that she had finally been driven over the edge, and it was suddenly all too damn much! She wanted to go home. She wanted her father, and her mother, and her friends. But they wouldn’t be there, not her bestest friends. For they were dead, all of them. Shikamaru and Chouji and Asuma-sensei, and it was all so senseless, all of it, especially since she was supposed to be pretending a loyalty to these fucktards and she couldn’t, she just couldn’t!
And she wasn’t sure what happened, really, after that, except Tobi was suddenly there, and Deidara wasn’t, and then Itachi must have come---for the Sharingan was spinning and dancing all around her, mocking her. But it wasn’t the same, not quite, for there were differences in the tomoe of each bleeding eye, and the ebony hair was short and spiky, and she wondered hysterically if Sasuke had come. But no, he was gone to Orochimaru---unless the rumors were really true, and he had finally killed the snaky bastard.
But the world faded as she melted under it, coming back to an eerie sense of deja vu as she woke up in bed, with Deidara staring broodingly down at her from the seat he’d taken at its foot.
"You’re making me look bad, un."
"Is this a nightmare?" Ino murmured, wondering if she was caught in some merry-go-round of genjutsu.
"You’re cracking, hmm. Under the pressure." Deidara looked disappointed. "I thought you were stronger than that, yeah."
"I am not cracking under the pressure." That sounded pathetic, even to her. Scowling, she insisted, "I’m not that lame."
He suddenly grinned, more the old Deidara than she had seen in---how long? Weeks, maybe. She didn’t know, the days always blurring so much together. That bothered her, but she ignored it.
"You should’ve been able to stave off Kakuzu. You’ve had enough training, un. Maybe what you need is more incentive."
"Like not dying isn’t enough?" she demanded, still petulant. He was right, damn it. She loathed that.
"Doesn’t seem like it, does it? You failed, un."
She glared, and he glared back.
"You can’t be weak, Ino. Not here, not with them, hmm." He jerked a thumb at the closed door. She turned surly, and Deidara’s brows came down as his expression hardened. "This is not a game, yeah."
"I know that," she snapped.
"No, you don’t. Not really, un. You think they won’t hurt you, not now, after we’ve invested so much time and training into you. But Akatsuki never asks for anything less than complete obedience." He suddenly flexed his arms, the ugly grey-brown skin a stark reminder of how he had sacrificed both his arms for Akatsuki. Although reattached by the crude arts of Kakuzu, the scars were a poignant reminder of just how much Akatsuki demanded of its members, willing or otherwise.
"I didn’t ask for any of this, un," Deidara said, deadly serious. "But I lost to that Uchiha bastard, and I’m stuck as much as any of us, hmm. And I’ve managed to survive, even thrive. You want to do the same, princess, than you need to be willing to give all you got. Everything, un. Even who you are."
She stared at Deidara, appalled by the brutal honesty in his sharp gaze. But there was no way Akatsuki could change her, not really. She was who she was. And yeah, maybe things seemed crazy right now---and maybe she was a little bit crazy herself right now---but that was just because she was always so damn tired all the time. They just kept pushing her, always pushing, and she could only grit her teeth and take it, and wonder deep down why Konoha demanded so much of her. But she loved her village. She was a shinobi, and would willingly give up her life if it was asked of her.
*Maybe,* a treacherous part of her demurred, a deep, down, oh-so-selfish part of her that Ino fervently tried to ignore. But that selfish part of her asked why Konoha demanded so much, and gave so little. For where was Itachi’s promised support? She couldn’t even trust him, and he wasn’t even here anymore. Tobi had said he and Kisame had returned for a few days while she was sick, but then left again before she totally recovered. Ha! Some ally he was! Not that she wanted him for an ally, the manipulative jerk!
Maybe it was the chilling reminder of Itachi’s nasty accusations that had her flinching back when Deidara suddenly leaned forward to plant both hands on either side of her hips. He invaded her personal space, towering over her in an uncomfortable way. Ino reflexively reared back, and the smoky blue eyes narrowed. Deidara’s gaze turned strangely thoughtful as Ino surreptitiously tried to inch out from underneath him, a blush stealing up her pale cheeks.
"Huh."
Ino didn’t like the look in his eyes as Deidara deliberately sat back, folding his scarred arms across his chest. The artist’s mouth twisted up on one side with wry disgruntlement, as if he’d found the answer to some question she didn’t even know. It clearly wasn’t an answer he found that appealing, but Deidara shrugged, and pinned her with a look that made her squirm. Eying the enigmatic artist, Ino wondered what the hell he had in store for her.
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She found out soon enough, and her loathing for the sick bastards grew ten-fold.
"Incentive," he called it.
"Sick," was her indignant interpretation.
The rules were simple. If she were caught---by anyone---then she was fair game and they could maul her in any way they wanted. Literally---for when she didn’t believe Deidara the first time, as he took her out for another round of shoot-and-scoot taijutsu, he used the opportunity to demonstrate just what exactly the price of failure now meant.
It was his abrupt change in tactics that’d caused her to be in this humiliating position. Deidara was a distance fighter, and Ino had been counting on that to keep his stupid kunai at bay as she focused on the more direct threat of his damn bug bombs. She’d gotten rather good at intercepting the little winged monsters with tagged kunai, and was even smug at having gotten two with one masterful strike. Knowing a third was hiding in the upper branches of her current tree, Ino warily scanned the shadowy branches as she panted, another kunai ready for the next attack. She heard a distinct rustle, and tensed, eyes narrowed above her.
Only to be swept off her branch as Deidara flung himself at her, locking his strong arms about her knees and toppling them both over the edge as a startled shriek was ripped from her throat. Ino struggled, slashing at the Stone-nin with her kunai and jerking her hips up and back to loosen his hold so she could kick. His arms tightened, and suddenly they were twisting awkwardly in mid-air as he used their combined momentum to turn them into a screwdriver.
Ino’s head snapped back on her neck at the incredible speed of the maneuver, and bile rose in the back of her throat as the world swung sickeningly. She desperately threw an arm over the artist’s neck, trying for a choke-hold, but Deidara was suddenly leaping free with a flurry of punches. She blocked most of them, but took a bad sucker-punch right in the gut. The air exploded out of her lungs, and his next scissor chop nearly did her in. She fended it off with a hard elbow, and kicked for his head with one sandaled foot. He reared back, and she snarled, determined to make him pay. But they were literally running out of room, as the ground rushed up at a frightening pace, and she desperately reversed her kunai, curling herself around the artist and sinking it deep into his side, deliberately missing his vitals but going for a disabling gut-wound.
There was a pop of released chakra, and Ino was suddenly hugging a fricking log. Damn substitution jutsu! Logs weren’t Deidara’s usual style, as he preferred clay clones, but this one was all too heavy and solid. Her blade was sunk fast into the wood, and Ino cursed furiously as she tried to yank it free. She couldn’t afford to lose it, as it was her last one, but she’d literally run out of time.
They hit the ground with a sickening thud. Thankfully, the sturdy log took the brunt of their landing as she sprawled over it with a groan. Ino let go of her kunai to plant both hands in the dirt and push herself up, but the ground suddenly dissolved into a soupy mix as her hands suck inside the earth. Ino reared back, the log rolling roughly under her bare midsection. She braced her bent knees against the knobby weight to try and jerk her hands free of the swirling muck that was hardening over her wrists even as she watched. She cursed, and then froze as she felt her knees sinking into the softening earth, and redoubled her struggles as she snarled.
"Won’t work, un."
There was smug certainty in the low voice. Ino could just imagine the loathsome smirk on his triumphant face as she tried to free her imprisoned hands and knees as the mud hardened around them. She spat a curse as she realized the futility of it, and Deidara laughed, the jerk.
She glared awkwardly over her shoulder as he casually sauntered over to perch beside her on that stupid log. Deidara looked down at her with a cheeky grin. "Seems you’re truly trapped, hmm."
Angrily blowing her hair out of her face, Ino finally let her shoulders sag in defeat. "Fine. I concede, dang it. You win. Now free me."
"Doesn’t quite work like that, princess," he drawled, the blue smoke in his eyes darkening. "Not this time, yeah."
"Wha...?" Ino tensed as Deidara reached out with a single finger and drew it down her arched spine. Her eyes widened as she realized just how vulnerable she was, trapped on her hands and knees bent over a log with her ass in the air. She loathed how shaky her voice was as she hoarsely demanded, "What are y-you doing?"
"Huh. Anything I want to, un," Deidara replied with an arch look. "Forget the new rules already, princess?"
Ino paled.
"Now, just what am I to do with you, hmm?" he asked, propping his chin on his hand as his gaze raked over her body.
"Deidara…" she swallowed, hating the plea in her strained whisper, but hating the vulnerability and gut-wrenching humiliation more.
"No, un," he said sharply, "Too late for that now, yeah. You have to learn there are serious consequences to failure, little Ino-chan."
Smack!
Ino squealed, more in surprise than from any real pain, though Deidara’s hard palm had left a burning spot on her ass. "You crazy bastard!" she shouted. "You can’t be serious----eyah!!!" Her startled shriek as his hand came down again on her cheek only made him grin, the sadistic creep.
"Good lungs, yeah," he mused, the callous bastard, and thwacked her again.
Ino yowled. Then cursed and shrieked and snarled as Deidara kept at it, giving her a good half-dozen smacks, each one slightly harder than the last as she protested vehemently the fire now blossoming across her tender skin. She blindly struggled, the tears in her eyes at the complete helplessness and humiliation of her situation making her want to howl. She didn’t know what smarted more, her pride or her bottom, and called him every name she could think of as his gaze darkened and his smile disappeared into grim anger.
"You’re a brat, un," he growled. "I’m only doing what your father should have done a long time ago, yeah."
"What the hell do you know, you sick freak!" She hissed sharply as his hand fell---hard---on her sore bottom for that comment, and stubbornly spat, "You don’t know anything about my father!"
"I know that if this," he smacked her again, the jerk, "is the only way to get it through your thick skull that I’m dead serious about keeping you alive, Ino, than that is what I’m going to do, hmm!"
"Spanking me like a child ain’t gonna teach me shit, you jack---OW!!! Stop it!!!"
"You are a child. A spoiled,"---smack---"ignorant,"---smack---"stubborn,"---smack---"child!"
"You bastard!" she snarled back, refusing to let the tears that glittered in her angry eyes fall. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, the creep. "You’re only going to teach me to hate you more, you filthy Akatsuki bastard!"
Deidara’s hand suddenly stilled on her ass, and Ino froze. Real fear had her trembling beneath the warm weight of his palm, and she cursed her own stupidity for letting her fury get the better of her. How the hell was she supposed to pretend (gross!) undying love and loyalty to the damn Akatsuki when she had just shoved her very foot right into the middle of her seething hatred and resentment?
What would Deidara do, now that the truth was out? Dread sat like a cold lump inside her belly, and coward that she was, she couldn’t look at him, but closed her eyes, waiting for the death blow that never came.
Instead he was quiet, his voice low and more serious than she had ever heard it before. "Resent me if you must, un, but this is for your own benefit."
"My own benefit," she choked on that swill he tried to feed her, and Deidara sighed.
"I don’t want you to die, yeah," he admitted softly, his touch oddly gentle as he spread his fingers out, rubbing a light pattern across her burning bum. Ino closed her eyes at the strangely tender gesture, her breath hissing between her clenched teeth as an odd feeling of warmth spread up from the offended area. She hated Deidara almost more for that betrayal than the way his hand continued to soothe distracted circles into her skin.
"If this, un," he lightly cupped her burning cheek as she flinched at the smarting touch, "is the only way, then…"
"The only way." Her angry disbelief caught him off-guard. She couldn’t believe the utter balls on him, to think this humiliation was supposed to help her in any way possible. "You’re a jerk, Deidara!"
"And you’re a stubborn bitch, hmm," he growled, and abruptly bit her. Ino yelped, her eyes going wide in shock as the mouth on his flat palm made odd ripples in the fabric of her skirt, licking the spot.
"What are you doing?" she demanded hoarsely, true fear sending shivers throughout her body as Deidara suddenly grabbed the end of her short, purple skirt and shoved it up out of the way.
"Whatever the hell I have to," he said grimly, and yanked her fishnet shorts down.
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Gods, she had a luscious ass. Like a ripe peach, the perfect curve of each cheek just begged for a man’s hand to delve between them and test the firm weight of each globe against the cup of his drooling palm. The sight of such a sweet-faced angel fallen straight from heaven and bowed on her knees, trapped by the very earth that was his natural element, was so erotic and delicious Deidara had to close his eyes just to capture the image forever with his mind’s eye. He often did just that, catching a perfect picture for him to later savor just before using his beautiful art to keep it forever his and his alone.
And what a sweet explosion this would be, one she wouldn’t even expect---for he knew Ino was innocent, savored the thought, actually, and that he would be the one to claim that innocence for himself. Well, not entirely---he wasn’t that crass. But he would drive the lesson sharply home to Ino in a way that the spanking clearly hadn’t, that the Akatsuki weren’t to be trifled with.
Deidara skimmed his fingers up the back of her creamy thigh, the muscles tensing underneath his light touch as her skin goose-bumped in its wake. Ino trembled, her breath hitching, and Deidara smiled lazily as his other hand idly combed through her long, blonde ponytail. The kunoichi stubbornly turned her head away, calling him a low bastard, and he sighed in regret for what he had to do.
Not that he wouldn’t enjoy it. Too damn much, actually, for he was already hard at just the thought of sinking his fingers into her wet heat and drinking the bitter nectar from her weeping lips. The tongue in his palm reached out to idly lick her bare skin and Ino made a noise, flinching away. Deidara cupped her bottom, letting his palm press open-mouthed kisses on her reddened skin. She shivered, and he grinned knowingly.
And then cursed, fluently, when a sudden, girly shriek had him instinctively diving over the kunoichi to protect her from whatever or whoever had made that gods-awful sound. It put them in an even more compromising position as he literally sprawled doggy-style over the half-naked girl, her damn shorts down around her knees and his Akatsuki cloak spread open on either side of them as Tobi shrieked again at the sight.
"SENPAI!!!!!"
Closing his eyes, Deidara muttered a dark curse as Tobi’s ongoing screech made his ears ring. The idiot was now running around in mad circles, waving his hands in horror as he shrieked, "Oh gods! Oh, dear gods! What are you doing, senpai? Oh, my eyes! Oh, I can’t believe it! And with pretty Hime-sama! Oh, my god! Hime-sama, what has he turned you into? Oh god, oh god, oh dear god! What am I going to do? What are we going to do? Oh, heck, let’s keep it real---what are you two going to do?"
"Shut up, yeah," Deidara finally growled as Ino made a despairing noise, burying her head between her trapped arms as Tobi dropped to his knees before her, his hands clasped together beseechingly.
"Oh, Hime-sama! My poor, poor Hime-sama! Please say you haven’t---that you haven’t---done that!" The crazy man grabbed fistfuls of his short, black hair. "Oh, Hime-sama, please say you’re still pure! Please, Hime-sama!"
Ino made a funny noise, a sort of half-laugh, half-sob, and Deidara softly cursed even as he casually reached out and grabbed the stupid man by the throat.
"Senpai---urk!" Tobi’s wail was cut off as Deidara’s hand tightened. He shook the beanpole, eyes dangerous.
"Get lost, un. Now."
Tobi made a gurgling noise, nodding weakly as Deidara shoved him back on his ass with a forceful push.
"S-Sorry, Deidara-senpai! Tobi so very sorry! Tobi go, go right now. Leave you to finish, yes?"
"Tobi!" he roared even as Tobi picked up the long ends of his cloak and fled with a squeak of fright.

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Ino wanted to die. Literally. Well, not literally. But she suddenly wished that that stupid mud Deidara had manipulated to imprison her hands and knees would open back up to swallow her whole. Especially when Deidara casually got up off of her and matter-of-factly pulled her shorts up and her skirt back down. He released the hardened mud with a harsh mutter, and the dirt flaked away as Ino slid back on her knees and flexed her hands in mute disbelief, the tears drying on her wet cheeks.
"Sorry," was all he said, back to her.
Sorry. As if that was enough for the utter humiliation he had just put her through. The awful fright and the sadistic torture as he used her. If Tobi hadn’t interrupted him, then he would have...he would have...
With a scream of fury, Ino went for the throat. Throwing herself at the artist, she knocked his defensive arm away as her curled right fist landed heavily across his jaw. Daidara fell back on his ass, his eyes wide with shock as she stood over him, breasts heaving as she panted.
"What the hell, un?" Deidara demanded, furtively testing his jaw for damage.
"Don’t you ever," Ino snarled, "ever touch me again, you sick freak! You even think about it, and I’ll cut your dick off and stuff it down your fucking throat, you got that, yeah?"
Deidara blinked at the raw fury in her snapping blue eyes, clearly not taking the threat seriously. Especially when he tilted his head back so that his long, golden hair spilled down his back and shoulders as he abruptly burst out laughing. He even had the gall to wipe tears from his eyes, saying between chuckles, "Gods, you’re sexy when you’re mad, hmm!"
He suddenly stopped laughing when Ino drew her foot back and kicked him---hard---right in the balls.
In fact, it was her turn to laugh at the funny way he doubled over, hands cupping the lucky charms as his breath hissed out between clenched teeth in obvious pain. Wow. That move really did work as good as Sakura had always said. Not that Ino had ever had the chance to test it; her sensei had once said it was the worst thing a woman could ever do to a man, and she had never been so angry as to try. But she was more than justified by the way that ass hole had just treated her.
She wasn’t stupid enough to stick around waiting for him to recover, though. Whirling, Ino took off after Tobi, smirking evilly, *Ha! Serves you right, you sadistic jerk! You’re stupid to underestimate me, Deidara-kun!*
She was actually glad to see the entrance to the hidden base, and even welcomed the ugly mug of her evil tormentor, Kakuzu, as he folded his arms across his broad chest and glared at her with the familiar line, "You’re late."
"Well, you’re just in time," she said cheekily, even blowing the big lug a kiss as she sauntered past.

The Falls-nin turned to stare after her, a brow raised in surprise. And then, a slow smile formed as he looked back toward the woods, where an ominous cloud was gathering.
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