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The Night Hath Come	By : SSShitstorm Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N : SO. This has been brewing in my head for god knows how long, and I've been dying to write another youfic. Always been sorta a closet Itachi fangirl. Hope to god I'll do him justice

For those unfamiliar with this writing style, this is written in 2nd person PoV, YOUR PoV, as in you, the reader are performing the actions, not another character or OC or whatever. YOU. "___-san" or any variation denotes that you place your name in the blank. It might seem a bit much at first, but you get used to it. I've tried giving the reader a name, but have found that it ultimately detracts from the overall experience.

Rates are loved. Reviews are FUCKING AWESOME.

Enjoy.

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“Now's our chance....”
1. . .62. . .59 paces away
“Not yet.” you murmur, pulling the tip of your cloak's collar over your mouth. Breath hot against the muslin, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. Sticky, hot irritating, you couldn't fuck this up.

“I can hit her from here. ” comes the hiss against your ear. Too close. Bastard had no sense of personal space. You can't hold back a shudder.
1. 1. 1. paces away
“Look, you're just here for backup. ” you blow out a breath, moist and humid against the fabric. “Given your technique range is pretty much limited to blowing shit up I think you should leave this to me. ”
1. 1. 1. paces away. Estimated 30 feet from reasonable offensive distance
“Fuck this” the blonde spits-literally spits, you can feel it against your cheek. “We've been under this goddamn rock for two hours, un! I know you've got superiority over me but your judgment is severely lacking. ”

Asshole. . .

“Might I remind you that we lost the Nibi twice because of your cockiness?” you seethe. “Besides, nobody's forcing you to come with me. You were supposed to leave with Tobi earlier, weren't you?”

“Teh. ” Deidara sneers, or at least you thin he does, his face, his body smashed so tightly against yours in the shallow alcove your couldn't really turn to see. “As obnoxious as you are I'd rather spend days with you than a minute with that retard, un.”
1. 1. 1. paces away. She's close now. Very close.
“Thanks, I think. ” you grumble, shifting your wight to the left half of your body, because as objective-minded as you were, having you're bodies touch inch-for-inch to each other was beginning to affect your concentration -just- a bit.

4.....3....2.....1...

Now. . .

“Deidara, now!” you whisper, forming half the hitsuji sign with one hand, focusing your chakra into the tip, slightly miffed when he doesn't reply.

“Deidara, what the f-”

Bang

With a sinking feelings you realize that not only has the feminine blonde left your side, gone balls-out against the seven tailed jinchuuriki, AND blow your cover, but he's already managed to somehow blow her right arm off.

“GODDAMNIT DEIDARA!” you shriek, diving out from under the overhang and chasing after the two. “What the FUCK do you think you're doing?!” you lament once within earshot. “We have to bring her back ALIVE and in ONE PIECE!”

He's not listening. Or at least, he doesn't bother to reply, because it seems despite loosing her arm the jinchuuriki has the upper hand in battle at this point. She seems to be a weapon master of some sort, Deidara is just barely dodging a torrential onslaught of kunai. Then shuriken. Then senbon. More senbon. It's fucking /raining/ senbon. It it looks like at least a few of them have landed hits.

For a moment, just a moment, a twinge of concern twists in your stomach. Deidara might be powerful, maybe even a league above you, but while not stupid, he's incredibly rash and has poor judgment to boot. Probably had something to do with the limited depth perception.

You grit your teeth painfully on the side. You didn't want to interfere on the off-chance he had a plan, but then again, if anything happened to him your ass would be on the line. You were both relatively new to the organization, but due to the slight age disparity, you had seniority, and YOU'D be the one hit with recoil if the mission went sour.

“30 more seconds” you murmur under your breathe. 30 more seconds and if he can't straighten things out by then-

And she's managed to pin him flat on his back, kunai planted through both palms into the cold earth, her eyes glowing an unearthly toxic green.

”Go time”

Furiously signing with both hands, you place your index and middle finger to your mouth, focusing chakra into the tips, weaving it into find strands, unraveling the strands, tearing, shredding

”Fire element, Steam Projection!”

High pressure boiling temperature steam funnels from your lips with enough force to send the jinchuuriki flying higher, higher-

Too high

She, like many if the beast vessels, had perfected merging at least partially with their bijuu. Seven glossy, teal, iridescent wings sprout from her back, hair long, wild, tangled. She's ethereally beautiful, like a butterfly, or fairy-except for the eyes-

All eight of them.

NOW would be a great time for an explosion, but Deidara isn't looking so good, splayed out on the ground several hundred feet away, unmoving as well. Fuck.

You pause, gaging the amount of chakra you had left. You hadn't expended that much this mission, or in the past week, and the steam attack had only used up about 5 percent.

You can't help the smirk ebbing at the corners of your mouth.

This one only requires one hand sign, tori. You still your breath, your heartbeat, prying chakra from the remotest regions of your body, balling it into your hands. So close.

She, it, the jinchuuriki's charging at you. 14....12....10 paces away.

Perfect.

It's not your biggest, during training and previous battles you'd managed better controlled and brighter versions of the technique, but you can't help but feel accomplished at the massive fireball engulfing the seven-tails.

”Dying Sun Release!”

There's shrieking, screaming, crying, anger and pain, all meshed with an eerily satisfying snap-crackle-pop noises as the wings ignite and burn away, leaving the girl in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Panting, sweat, hot and sticky as you were earlier, you make your way over to the girl. Third degree burns cover her body, and her severed arm still oozes, blood and molten flesh. You make a mental note to thank Deidara for electing the amount of blood-loss from her as he did.

Movement, and you instantly slam her head back into the dirt with your foot.

“It's over, jinchuuriki.” you breathe. For a moment, she manages to make eye contact. Piercing yellow peeking out from messy green hair.

“Why?”

You're taken aback for a moment. There's no pleading in her voice, not begging, no fear, no despair.

Only defeat.

For a moment, you warily prod your feelings. Like you did with all your unwilling, unfortunate spoils of battle. Hostages, enemies.

For a moment, you truly can't bring yourself to answer her.

But only for a moment.

“We need your bijuu.”

There's a coughing fit, spatters of blood from her mouth, her response is garbled, thick and heavy with labored breathing.

“I'll die.”

“I know.”

She doesn't say anything more, having fallen unconscious. From blood loss, pain, exhaustion, or all of the above, you don't know. But you DO know you need to get her back soon, because you don't know exactly how bad her injuries are, and you need to bring her back alive.

Speaking of injuries . . .

You make your way over to the limp pile that is your teammate, the jinchuuriki slung over your back like a dead animal.

“Deidara....?”

No answer.

“Deidara....” you draw out the last syllable, tired, angry, and totally NOT in the mood to haul two unconscious bodies back to the Akatsuki headquarters.

“Deidara, I swear to god if you don't get up now my foot is going so far up your ass it'll come out of your mouth. ”

Still no answer. It's then you notice the copious amount of blood pooling beneath /his/ head.

“Fuck.”

“Because. ”

You swallow hard, wondering exactly how close you were to the line and how long you should continue toeing it.

“Forgive me for protesting yet again, Pain-sama,” you pause trying to find something, anything to look at besides your feet, the wall, or god forbid the rinnengan staring into your soul only a few feet away. “But we've never had problems with this in the past, why /now/?”

“Convenience. ”

You wince at the quick, cold, cutting reply. The kind of reply that meant Pain's already limited patience was getting dangerously low.

Up until now, you'd been in and out of the Akatsuki headquarters as a sort of mercenary. The place was dark, cold, drab enough as is, and not that it especially bothered you, but you'd opted to stay at various hotels within the Rain village instead. At least they had heating. And warm water. And room service. And pools. And hottubs, and all sorts of nice things the hideout didn't have. Why anyone would CHOOSE to stay here voluntarily was beyond you.

Up until now, Pain had never had a problem with it. But something about the last mission had prompted him to have you take up residence within the hideout. Permanently.

“Convenience?” you resist the urge to clap your hands over your mouth, because that came out much, much more sarcastically than you cared for. “Uh, I mean, I don't quite understa-”

“You don't have to. “ he cuts you off. You feel your heart hovering in your throat.

“This discussion is over. Just choose whomever's room you want to stay in and move your belongings in.”

/”Whomever's room?” Wait, no, he didn't mean.”

“You mean I don't even get my own roo-”

Narrowed gray ringed eyes quickly shut you up. You can feel the color draining from your face.

“I-I mean,” you flounder trying to compose yourself. “The only person that would let me anywhere NEAR their room is Deidara, and his intention's aren't exactly saint-like. ” you mumble, eyes finally coming to rest at your feet, because fuck if you were gonna look him in the face again.

“My direct orders. They won't put up a fight. ” he motions to the door, and you resist the urge to duck and cover your head at the sudden movement of his arm. “Out. Now. ”

“H-hai Pain-sama.” you bow before hastily making your exit, though slamming the door behind you as a passive aggressive afterthought.

“Not 'saint-like',huh?” you her a familiar chuckle and in the dim light recognize the bleach blonde hair. “I'm hurt, “____-chan” I was under the impression you thought more highly of me, un.”

“Well gee, maybe if you didn't spend the entire last mission trying to get into my pants. ” you roll your eyes.”

“Please, I was just being gentlemanly-”

“Tucking me into bed is gentlemanly, Deidara. Tucking /yourself/ into bed on top of me /isn't/” you blow out a breath. “PLUS” you cut him off as he opens his mouth. “You attempted to cop a feel the /entire/ way back. Next time I'm dragging you behind me on skids. ”

“Pffft. You're suck a freakin' prude, un.” he smirks. “I never had this problem when I was paired up with Sasori-dana.”

As morbidly curious as you were, you don't ask him to elaborate on that one, instead growling and shoving the pyromaniac aside as you make your way down the stone corridor, several packs of luggage thrown over your shoulder.

It hadn't taken you long to lean that casual sex wasn't all that uncommon within the Akatsuki. Of course, it was discouraged among working partners, but with most of the members having little time to seek outside stimuli, that rule was usually dismissed without consequence. As far as you could tell though, the only ones actively taking advantage of said dismissal were Deidara, Hidan, Kisame, and (apparently) Sasori, though you weren't totally sure how that worked out.

You were new to the whole sex scene, but like most kunoichi you were trained past the point of naivety. Stress could keep the most heterosexual of ninja from being picky, and said criminal organization was no exception. Though, given the chance, it seemed most of the ninja preferred women when available.

Unfortunately for them, for the longest time the only kunoichi in the organization had “presumably” been with Pain since the beginning, and NOBODY wanted to stir those waters.

And unfortunately for YOU, you happened to have a vagina. And not be branded as Pain's eternal property.

Hidan and Deidara had been relentless from the beginning. Kisame had only recently begun to drop suggestive comments during your brief exchanges, Kakuzu and Zetsu seemed to keep to themselves, as did Sasori, and what with the way Tobi acted, you'd be surprised to find out he had a sex drive at all.

Which left-

You can't help but let out a frustrated sigh. The only man you were even remotely interested in (keyword, remotely) was the most asexual human you'd ever encountered. Women didn't phase him. Men didn't phase him. None of his teammates phased him. Nothing got a rise out of him. He hardly said a word, and when he did, it was to Kisame. Or Deidara. Or Kakuzu, or-

Actually. Uchiha fucking Itachi would talk to anyone but you. Bastard. He'd probably sooner cut his dick off than get it anywhere near you.

You stop in your tracks, your last footsteps echoing down the hallway.

He didn't want in your pants. He didn't want to talk to you. He didn't want anything to DO with you.

Which would make him a PERFECT roommate.

“Hey, Deidara,” you start, turning on heel, confirming your suspicions that the feminine blonde was indeed following you.

“Change your mind, yeah?” a sly grin forms over his lips.

You roll your eyes. “No, but I was GOING to ask where Itachi's room was.

The blonde makes a face as if he's swallowed something unpleasant. “You can't be serious. ”

“Dead serious. ” you reply, trying to hold back a giggle at how crestfallen he looked.

“Two doors down from my room, across from Kisame's. ” he points deftly in the opposite direction, n part of you feels the tiniest bit guilty at just how sad he looked.

“Thanks. “ you call over your shoulder, adjusting the luggage straining at your shoulder.

“Hey Deidara-” you pause peeking over your shoulder at him. “There any bars in Rain?”

“How should I know, un?” he peers up at your with his exposed eye.

“Because I happen to have some leftover money burning a hole in my pocket, and I'm still new to the area, and most of all I'm bored so-”

He instantly brightens up, wry smile twisting over his mouth.

“You implying what I think you're implying?”

“Don't get your hopes up.” you narrow your eyes, biting your bottom lip provocatively. “We'll go drinking. We'll get plastered. Let's take it from there. ”

"Fine then. Just don't be too surprised when "There" turn out to be my bedroom, un." he says, winking."

Despite your dismissive laugh, you can't help the shudder running down your spine.
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