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"Hey, Clio! Get your hairy ass in gear, you ugly fucking alley cat! I have one more for Gyudon and a... ugh... liver sashimi."

Yeah, Yeah, one 'Mixed Garbage' and one 'Hepatic Horror Show' coming right up.

Your ears twitch at the delectable thought of raw liver. Sashimi is your favorite dish to make, mostly because you get to Hoover up all the leftover bits once you're done delicately hacking up the soggy organ or dead fish. Being a short order cook at this dump does have it's perks, albeit far and few between. Actually, now that you think about it, working here is kinda suck. For example, the owner is a douch nozzle, the ingredients you're forced to work with are cheap and disgusting, the kitchen is gross, there's only one cleaning lady and the customers are the lowest forms of semi-sentient bottom feeding life on the planet.

Everyday you swear you're gonna quit and every day you chicken out. The issue isn't whether you're scared or not, it's just that it's sooo hard to decide where to go. You want to do so many things. You could live off the grid, hunting little fuzzy, feathery and scaly things, to eat them bones and all. You could go to Amegakure, and check out what the big city's all about, or maybe even Konohagakure to look at the big strong Shinobi.

You sigh, daydreaming about having a big strong Ninja to protect and serve you. Yeah, protect, serve, service, service- "SERVICE! WHERE'S OUR FUCKING FOOD?!"

CLIO, GET YOUR HEAD OUT FROM UNDER THAT TAIL OF YOURS AND BRING OUT THESE GUY'S ORDERS, BEFORE THEY CUT US BOTH IN HALF!

You snap out of your musings to the familiar din of irate diners, waiting on their food and the dick waiter Henken... "Please sir, there's no need for violence, it's the damn Cook, not me!" ...blaming you.

"I don't care who's fault it is! I'm starving, and you're here!"

Henken's been trying to pacify a particularly rowdy customer, with slicked back silver hair, no shirt and a big fucking Scythe on his back, for like five whole minutes now. If You wern't so good at making the cheap slop he buys for the restaurant edible, he would've fired you long ago. He's not crazy about 'your type.' Those God damn Shinobi clans with gross animalistic physical traits, that make them just so... different! He shakes his head in disgust just thinking about them.

"If she's so damn incompetent, why did you hire her?" The angry man's companion asks. A hulking tan fellow in a white hood and black mask that covers everything but his mean-spirited scowl.

"She was wearing a hat and sunglasses." The nervous business owner mumbles.

The second man raises a questioning eyebrow. "Excuse me? You hired your Cook because of her accessories?"

Henken stands stammering helplessly in front of the two hungry Shinobi, completely at a loss for what to say next. "Uh, yyyes? Yes! That is correct." He lied. Deciding that saying anything that makes him look less like a bigot, while continuing to move the conversation along until the food is ready, is a good call.

Aw, come on, Kakuzu! The silver haired man groans. Can I sacrifice this guy and his fashion forward cat girl, pleeeeese?

Not until I get my liver Sashimi. Now sit down and stop whining, Hidan.

Oh shit! It's getting nasty out there! You would feel bad for Henken if he wasn't such a godamn irritating prick. "Chuumon desu, order up!" You call and place the plates on the counter that separates the kitchen and the dining area.

You feel a blast of air rush past your face as a resounding "FINALLY," is directed loudly towards you by the three men at the bar.

You scratch the back of your neck and give them a squinting smile, auburn ears pulled back in a rare show of timidity. "Heh heh, sorry for the wait gentlemen." You apologize meekly.

The gruesome twosome tuck into their food like they hadn't eaten in days. "Hell if the food tastes like this than the wait was worth it. Eh, Kakuzu?" The behemoth grunts in apparent agreement.

Although you despise this job, you can't help but feel a sense of pride when you're food is appreciated. Even if it is a bit disgusting to watch.

"Gooood!" your bosses voice shakes with nervous laughter. He pulls a dirty Handkerchief out of the dirty pocket of his dirty uniform to mop the beads of sweat from his balding forehead. "Well good sirs, if you need anything else..." He doesn't finish his sentence, but just fucks right off out the back door.

The scary looking Shinobi are your last patrons for the night, and there's nothing stopping you from eyeing up the cranky pair from the kitchen while you clean up. The one called Hidan is pretty hot, in a psycho killer kinda way. His skin is fair and his beautiful hooded bedroom eyes are the color of dark magenta. His bared, well muscled chest is completely hairless, and suspiciously scar free considering his line of work. His buddy Kakuzu on the other hand, HOLY FREAK SHOW! This guy has thick, black, jaw to cheekbone stitches that hold closed a full, ear to ear Glasgow smile. It isn't that he's ugly in any way, in fact the longer you look, the more you see a very attractive 40 something man, with chiseled features and a fantastic bone structure. His turquoise on garnet jeweled eyes are both mesmerizing and frightening and you don't know whether to stare or shrink. You choose the former, deeming it safe as long as he doesn't actually look at you, but there's the rub. What if he does look at me? Than I'll be caught staring. He probably won't like that. These guys don't seem like the 'live and let live' type to me. They'd probably make a big deal out of it. What if they decide to follow me home, and slice me like sashimi in my sleep? What than? Ugh!

Your brain becomes overwhelmed with 'what ifs,' and you don't even register that you're staring at a pair of empty plates until a bell rings at the front door, indicating someone just opened it. You're curiosity immediately gets the better of you and before you know it, you're slinking around corners and padding through back alleys on all fours, chasing red clouds before they fade into the inky blackness of night. Bright emerald irises are almost completely eclipsed to black, as your slit-like pupils dilate to take in every last shred of light available. You follow the two men out of town and into the forest, almost soundlessly. Almost. The crackle of a dry leaf under your bare foot sends your ears shooting straight up. You duck behind a small stand of trees, and cautiously peer out to see that you've lost the ones you were so intrigued by earlier. You let out a long disappointed/relieved sigh. There isn't much time to relax when you're startled by two loud thuds on either side of you.

"Oi, babe! Ja lose somethin'? I think the kid lost somethin', Kakuzu."

"Is that right? Well than, how about it Girlie? Maybe we can help. It almost looked like you wanted to talk to us. Why else would you follow us all the way out here? Alone."

"..."

"S'matter Sweetie? Cat got yer tongue?"

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"S'matter Sweetie? Cat got yer tongue?"

"Oooh, cute AND funny." You cry, placing one hand over your heart and the back of the other on your forehead, dramatically feigning a swoon. "Oh please stop, fore I should die of laughter!"

Your theatrics manage to squeeze a dry chuckle from Kakuzu, but Hidan is less amused. "The fuck did you just say to me, bitch? You got alotta balls for some hick shoe cook in a backwater dive, little kitty! Heh, I wonder if Jashin Sama will accept pussy as a sacrifice." He reaches behind his back, clasping an eager hand to his scythe. "Welp, only one way to find out."

"Too slow!" you shout, scrambling past the silver haired devil, and taking off like a bat outta Hell. You're a good distance away and feeling pretty satisfied with yourself, when two disembodied arms shoot past you on either side with snarled black cords trailing behind. The two horrible apparitions clasp their fingers together, blocking you in. You ready yourself to jump over, but as you do they suddenly fly backwards, taking you off your feet and sending you ass over tea kettle, gracelessly landing you face first in the dirt.

Much to the enjoyment of the snickering jerk called Hidan, you're carelessly scruffed by one of the appendages, and reeled in like a godamn carp.

"I caught your cat Hidan, now would you dispose of it so we can get on our way? These constant stops for your damn rituals are starting to annoy me."

"Naw, ya know what's annoying? It's you, old man! Taking us way outta our way to catch extra bounties, so you can line your greedy heathen pockets!"

"Ah, Hell no! This is Not how I go down!" You shreek, and will your Fingernails to narrow and sharpen. "I am NOT a godamn CAT! I'm a human being. Now. let. me. GO!"

You twist and contort your hypermobile body, until your facing the masked man. With an angry hiss, you claw at his eyes in a flurry of hands and feet, causing him to roar with pain and anger. He doesn't drop you, but instead slams your tiny body to the ground, knocking the air from your lungs. He isn't through with you however, and you gasp loudly, unable to catch your breath with the force of his foot crashing down on your sternum. A few more stomps in quick succession for good measure, and you're reduced to a wheezing mass, coughing up blood and mucous all over your assailant's shoes.

"Daaamn, Kakuzu, leave a little for me, will ya? Hidan laughs."

"She's just lucky there isn't a fucking cement curb nearby. Kakuzu rumbles."

The threat of being curb stomped by these two bastards lights a fire under your ass, and you're suddenly glad you wore oversized sweats to work today. Kakuzu is too busy applying salve to his minced face to realize his captive has started to grow.

"Uhh, Kakuzu? Oi, Kakuzu!" Hidan points down at you, mild concern creeping across his face. "Dude, does she look a little... harrier than before?"

"Hmm? What the..."

The two Shinobi find themselves facing down a huge Lykenthrope, the likes of which neither man had ever seen before. You howl to the night sky long and loud. Gleaming white teeth gnash expectantly... and that's just Hidan. You however aren't in the mood to fight this fight. You turn on your huge heal and run for your ever loving life back towards town. Because fuck this fight!

Hidan's double take would have amused you to no end if your ass wasn't far too busy high-tailing it in the other direction. And by "high-tailing it" I mean scuttling home with your tail bravely tucked between your legs.

"Oi, My sacrifice is getting away! After her! Hidan barks, before braking into a hard sprint, cackling maniacally and pointing his scythe out in front of him, like a General does his Saber, leading the charge.

"You'll never catch a Lykenthrope on foot, you moron!" Kakuzu scolds.

The old Shinobi sighs, a sizable amount of tendrils shoot from his wrist to wrap tightly around the Jashinist's raised weapon. The threads harden like iron and Hidan runs head first into his own fist, scythe handle clenched within.

A loud metallic 'clang' followed shortly by a sickening 'crunch' of braking bone, echos through the trees. A plume of small birds, disturbed from their roost, billows noisily over the canopy.

The stunned Jashinist lands flat on his back, and lay motionless, save for the gurgling sound of blood pooling in the dying man's throat. Kakuzu listens, as the gurgling becomes a weak rattle in his young partner's lungs, before finally slowing to silence.

"Get up Hidan!" Kakuzu grumbles, kicking the corpse hard in the side. "God damn drama queen."

"Owww! You old fuck! Hidan sputters. That's my fucking kidney!"

Kakuzu rolls his gemstone eyes. "I'd think you should be more concerned about the fact that your coughing up teeth."

Hidan's ears prick at the revelation, and begins groping his mouth and nose, frantically assessing the damage. "FUCK, my face! You broke my beautiful fucking face, you fucking fuck! It's gonna take hours to put this shit back together!"

"We don't have time for that. Here, let me."

It's impossible to mistake the sadistic smile in Kakuzu's voice as he reaches one huge hand toward Hidan's busted-up face.

The damage Jashinist scoots backwards on his ass, feebley trying to block his face from his advancing partner.

As far as Kakuzu can assess, one of Hidan's eyes has been punctured by a shard of orbital bone, while the other is blinded by blood, seeping in from a scull fracture under his hairline. His nose is broken and pushed back into his brain, and most of his front teeth have been smashed out.

With one hand outstretched, Kakuzu produces a screwdriver with the other from an inner pocket of his cloak, as he continues to stalk forward. "Just hold still Hidan. The sooner we fix it, the sooner we can end this miserable mission."

"Don't you fucking touch me! I swear to Jashin... no... don't... Kakuzuuuu! Hidan growls, but the warning falls on deaf ears.

Another flurry of startled birds take to the sky from Hidan's earesplitting screams, and the snap, snap of bone on bone, being forced into position.

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You reach your apartment just in time for your transformation to wear off. It took quite a toll on your small Chakra, and your movements have slowed significantly. You rush to your closet, grab your biggest rucksack, and start hastily gathering up you meager belongings, along with some bread, dried fruit and beef jerky. A knock on your door sends your blood to run cold. You freeze in place as the 'Shave-and-a-Haircut' knock is playfully repeated. With trembling hands and halted breath, you pad slowly to your front door. The ridge of fur that runs down the spine on your otherwise human skin, bristles in warning. Something isn't right.

Everything moves like slow-motion, as a familiar, red, three bladed weapon rips through your door like tissue paper. Your claws slide clumsily across your cheap tile floor, as you desperately try to get a foothold. You're eyes lock on to the couch in front of your living room window but the faster you run toward it, the further away it gets. If you can just reach it you could jump out of the window.

The sound of shattering glass makes you heave a sigh of relief. You made it! You're home free! All I have to do now is stick this two story landing and run. Just keep running! Yeah, nothing can stop me now! GUAGK!!!

Your arms and legs suddenly go numb, as your body stops in mid air, and you see that you're dangling mere inches from the ground, and freedom. Horror overtakes you when you feel yourself being wrenched through the air by the scruff of your neck, back to your apartment window. The world goes black the instant the back of your head makes contact with the windowsill. Through the darkness you can just make out the low rumbles of baritone laughter paired with high pitched demonic cackling. Than silence.

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Bright light. Pain. So much pain.

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The first thing you become aware of is bright light. Your eyes come into focus little by little, as the bright light becomes blurry movement of various shades of mostly green and brown. Pain pulses from your eyes to the back of your skull, and there's a horrible loud ringing in your ears. You become uncomfortably aware of your own body moving, not only forward but back and forth. You're stomach starts to churn and lurch, eventually anything that was once in your stomach is loudly expelled under great pressure, followed closely by a whining moan that sounds like you, and a deep rumbling, "GAHHH" That is most assuredly, not you.

You come around enough to feel your hog-tied body being lifted from Kakuzu's shoulder, where you'd been hanging like some sort of human purse, you're arms and legs being the strap. He drops you on your stomach like a sack of potatoes. You groan. You're poor little limbs are stiff and aching from being carried in such an un-ergonomic position, for God only knows how long.

"Fucking Hell, the little shit puked on me!" Kakuzu gruffs

Hidan is practically rolling, hands clutching his stomach as though he's about to puke, himself. You eye the man doubled over in hysterics, and apparently pain. "Oh, oh shit! I can't... I-I-my fucking face just started healing! Fuck!"

You aren't sure what happened to his face, (he's definitely not pretty anymore) but it hardly matters. You've been captured by two rogue Shinobi. You have to figure out how to get away before something terrible happens to you, and you were never very good at thinking on your feet.

"We're camping here for the night." Kakuzu glowers down at you as he speaks.

"Aww, but it's nowhere near nightfall." Hidan complains.

"Zetsu will be here soon with something that will make our lives a little easier. I'm not about to be thrown up on again." Kakuzu pulls a kunai out from under his cloak and cuts the bindings that hold your hands and feet together.

You attempt to stand, but only make it to your knees before bonelessly flopping over on your side. You have absolutely no strength in your arms and legs. "What did you do to me?!" You hiss, and feebly feel around your body with limp hands. You're answer is evident when you feel the snug bindings around your ribs and waist.

"Bastards! You spit. How low can you get?!"

"Yeah, babe, funny thing about cat clans like yours. Some of ya have an interesting weakness. Just bind the middle nice and snug, and boom, putty in our hands." Hidan laughs.

You open your mouth to really let that cocky jerk have it, but something strange captures your attention. A large venous fly trap like plant (only from a nightmare) spontaneously grows from the ground, right in front of you. Not like from a sprout either. Just this full grown, huge toothy plant. Not only that but, there's a person's head inside. Nothing is normal about what's happening right now. Even the head is wrong. Black and white, split perfectly down the middle. The black side being completely featureless, save for a perfectly circular yellow eye. The white side is more human like, but still has the same creepy yellow glow in it's eye.

"Oh, hello. Is this the girl you were talking about, Kakuzu? Aw, look how adorable she is, Kuro!"

"Enough Zetsu, did you bring the items I requested from Sasori and Deidara?"

"Yes, this one is Sasori's combination Chakra and punishment collar." A deep voice gruffs from the plant man

"And this one is the rubberized C4 collar from Deidara." Just remember not to put it on her until she's inside of the barrier, or you'll blow her head right off her body."

The other voice's soft sing-song way of saying the last part of that sentence, sends a shiver through you, and you realize that escape is no longer an option. Survival is now your only concern.

"Very well," Kakuzu takes both collars from the strange plant man with two voices.

It isn't lost on you that his hand comes straight out of the ground to give Kakuzu the two objects.

"Hidan, put this on her than remove the bindings."

"Why me?"

"I have to change clothes."

Hidan turns into a giggly bitch when he remembers how you yacked on Kakuzu's cloak and pants. That is until he sees the collar this 'Sasori' made for you. Baby pink with a gold bell set inside a cute little red bow. Giggles become guffaws, as the silver haired devil is sent into rolling cackling once again.

"My, Sasori does like his whimsy, doesn't he?" The soft, gentle voice of the plant man coos.

"Ridiculous." The deeper voice spits back.

You're face turns agonizingly red with humiliation when the offensive thing is fastened loosely around your petite neck. Hidan is laughing so much that you're worried about getting stuck with his kunai when he comes in to cut your bindings.

"There you go, princess!" He bends down, and pulls your chin up with one finger to make you meet his gaze. "Aren't you just the prettiest little pussy?" He makes a kissy face at you, and his taunt earns him a swipe of your claws. Unfortunately he's fast and easily avoids them, but the show of aggression is still detected by the collar, and punishment is dispensed via painful shock. You crumple to the ground like a discarded paper cup, while you're audience hums their approval.

Without warning, Hidan lands on top of you. Not close enough to touch, but insted, caging you to the ground with hands on either side of your head, knees straddling your legs.

Shit, he's really big!

He leans in slow, untill his lips are just barely brushing the shell of your ear. "You better be a good kitty kitty for me, princess." He nods to the space between your bodies. "See, I'm not a patient man, and when I see a pretty pussy being naughty..." His hooded eyes grow dark and he turns his head so he's whispering into your mouth. "I'm liable to just take it as my pet, and 'MAKE' it behave."

You swallow hard, tears force their way to the surface of your eyes and you have to stifle a sob rummbling in your chest. Seemingly satisfied by your reaction, the demon gives your bell a parting flick of his finger, before standing up and strutting back to the other men. The little jingle sounds the bell makes feels like you're death knell, and it crushes your heart with anxiety. 

You sit up, pulling your knees to your chin. Maybe if you can make yourself as small as possible, you'll be able to disappear and this nightmare will be over.

Your still in the same position when it starts getting dark. Earlier you tried to use some Chakra when you're claws returned to fingernails, but nothing happened. They weren't much of a defense but they made you feel better. Now, stripped of Chakra, and unable to leave or defend yourself against these men, you wonder how long it will be before one of them does something REALLY bad to you. Hidan's threat earlier couldn't have been more clear. You finally move to shake the image from your mind.

"Hey, girlie."

The shock of Kakuzu's deep voice next to you nearly lays you out flat on your ass. Two glowing turquoise orbs hover way too close to your face, and you instinctively skitter behind a dead log. Peering out over the side you see the masked man still standing in the same spot he was before your little freakout.

Kakuzu is starting to think telling Leader Sama about this girl might have been a bad idea. She's so fucking skidish. Not that he can really blame you, he almost let Hidan Sacrifice you after all. However now that he's stuck babysitting two little kids on the long treck back to Amegakure, he can't help reassessing certain life decisions.

"Here, kid, I just wanted you to eat something. You'll need your strength tomorrow because I'm not carrying you again."

"Hey, it's your own fault you got puked on. You're the one who busted my head. And who the hell taught you guys how to treat women anyway?!"

Kakuzu pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. "Look, girlie, you either take this fish or I shove it down your goddamn throat."

You twich your ears and sniff the air. You had been so busy wallowing in self pity, you didn't even notice the scent of fresh fish. Without a second spared for apprehension, you whizz past your captor, nabbing the cooked trout, leaving Kakuzu holding a bare stick. By the time the old Shinobi looks back up, you're gone, and so is the rest of the fish from the camp fire.

You spend the rest of the evening in the river under the watchful gaze of a very hungry, very testy Kakuzu and Hidan. Fortunately for everyone involved, you're extremely skilled in catching fish, and nobody complained about the fang marks.

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"Mmmmmmm" Kakuzu wakes up unusually late, feeling unusually comfortable. He'd had a rather sweet dream last night, of a rather sweet lady gently playing with his hair. There's a soft vibrating sound humming in the ground beneath his head, and he swears he can still feel slender fingers rake soothingly through his long, 'black wallnut' locks. Groggy hands reach to fluff and squeeze his pillow. He hums blissfully, and his pillow hums back. Something tickles his nose, and his bewildered eyes open to see a fluffy, auburn red tail twitching languidly. Attached to said tail is the cutest little tushie he's seen in a very long time.

Kakuzu rolls his red and cyan orbs for about the fifty millionth time in the last 24 hours. Apparently, you'd curled up by his head during the night, and he... Oh God!

Cats truly are heavy sleepers, if the sheer amount of tussle to your clothes is any indication of the groping you'd received from the dirty old man last night. He can't really be blamed mind you. The last thing Kakuzu expected, was for you to willingly snuggle up to him of your own volition. He combs a guilty hand through his hair, but can't get his fingers past the massive bird's nest you'd managed to create while 'making biscuits.'

Kakuzu looks up, winces and groans, inwardly cursing his miserable luck. Hidan is wide awake, and has been for some time, because of course he has. The young man watches the scene unfold. A cigarette lolling out of the most smug ass crooked smerk the silver haired devil can muster.

Hidan chuckles, as he takes one last drag, before slowly pulling the butt of his spent smoke from his shit-eating grin, and nonchalantly crushing  it under a toeless boot.

Ah Hell, here it comes. 

"Welp, Kakuzu..." Hidan pauses to let his dark magenta eyes linger on your tiny disheveled form, spending a little too long leering at a hint of a nipple peeking out from under your gray heather sweatshirt, before returning his gaze to his partner. "...there's no accounting for taste."

"Fuck you, Hidan."

The ensuing cackle causes Kakuzu to wince, and he wonders if Hidan can see the heat bubbling under his unmasked skin.

"Naw, seriously, Dude! It looks like you ravaged the poor creature ten weys from Tuesday!" Hidan kneels over you to pick up a flaccid arm by it's sleeve, giving it a little waggle before dropping it to fall limp on the ground. "Ya don't think she's like, dead, do ya?"

"From the amount of purring she was doing last night, I'd say no."

"Holy Fuck, she purrs?!"

"Mmm." Kakuzu Hums, his own smerk playing across his lips. Jealous?"

"You filthy old fucker!" Hidan whines. "Shit, what do I gotta do to make the bitch purr?" He leans in close to your exposed belly to listen. "I don't hear anything, all I hear is..."

Hidan screams as an unexpected clawed hand comes out of nowhere and grabs his face. You cling to him, relentlessly nomming on the top of his head, bell jingling cheerfully as you both struggle. Eventually your collar comes to life, and shocks the living daylights outta you, leaving you to smolder and twitch at the Jashinist's feet.

Kakuzu scoops you up and drapes you around his neck, before his freshly scored partner can punt you into the next county. He has to admit, (though only to himself) that if you continue being this cute, he'll have no choice but to start liking you, but only if you keep letting yourself get electrocuted by hurting Hidan, providing himself entertainment. Three birds with one stone. Four, if you actually end up being some use to the Akatsuki.

Hidan watches with an incredulous pout, as the meanest, most joyless old raisin he's ever known idly applies pets and scritches behind your ear.

"So, what, is she like your pet now?"

"No." Kakuzu gruffs. "I'm just carrying her until she wakes up."

"Mhmm, than what's with all the petting?"

Kakuzu drops his ministrations and his hands to his sides.

You lift your head and glare maliciously at the younger man for ruining the pleasant scritches. "I really don't like you, Hidan." You grumble.

"How long have you been awake?! Nevermind get the Hell off me!" Kakuzu scolds, sounding deeply unamused.

You groan lazily as Kakuzu scruffs you once again and drops you to the road. You begin to believe that he gets some sick kick from the immobility you suffer when he does that. You shove your hands into your hoody pockets, already lamenting the loss of Kakuzu's blast furnace like heat.

You briefly entertain the thought of asking why his body temperature is so high, and why his heart sounds like a heard of stampeding horses, or how is it that Hidan can have his face fucked the fuck up one moment, and be pretty again hours later, but there's been something else gnawing at you're pride for a while.

"How did you guys find out where I live anyway? I know for a FACT, that there is no way for even the fastest ninken to keep up with me in that form, let alone you guys."

"Are you calling us slow?" Hidan scoffs.

Kakuzu grunts. "We didn't follow you. We just went back to that dump you worked at and shook down your boss for your home address."

"Damn Henken!" You mumble under your breath. "I should've eaten him when I had the chance."

If it makes you feel better, he didn't last long under Hidan's 'interrogation' tactics. Not that he wasn't forthcoming. He cracked before we even touched him. Kakuzu hums, slight amusement in his voice.

"What? I needed a sacrifice, okay?!" Hidan snaps.

Your eyes widen as the realization takes seed in your little noggin. "YOU. SACRIFICED. MY BOSS?! LIKE... TO DEATH?!" You shreek in disbelief.

"Yeah! So what if I did? Whatcha gonna do about it? Peasant!"

You look up at Hidan, eyes like saucers and mouth held agape. Your gaze darts between his eyes and his person, looking for any signs of jest in his body language. When you find none, you burst into raucous laughter.

"What's so fucking funny about that?" The Jashinist scowles.

"What's not funny about it? You ask between snorts. You did me a favor. He was WAY too greasy to eat, Blegh!"

Kakuzu snorts something that almost sounded like a laugh, and judging by Hidan's smug reaction, you're pretty sure it was.

One check on the likeability scale for Hidan.

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Amegakure was something to behold. Even as you stood at the shore of the lake that surrounded the city, even through the rain and fog, it was impressive. Bright colorful lights, tall towers, and twisted gray buildings greeted your disbelieving gaze.

"It's more beautiful than I could have ever imagined." You breathe, in complete awe.

Kakuzu hurumphs. "You think this place is beautiful?"

"Don't you?"

The old Shinobi stares out over the water. When was the last time he thought something (other than money) was beautiful? He let out what he had hoped was an inaudible sigh, but you heard it loud and clear. There was something sad within that sound. Something lost and broken, Something that told you a story of a life full of pain and loneliness.

"No."

You almost reach to touch his hand when it abruptly pulls back. You wonder momentarily if he'd read your mind, until the large hand grasps the fur behind your neck pulling you up to his back.

"Grab hold Girly, there's no fairies running this late."

You scoff, "I can run on water, ya know."

"Oh, yeah? Let's see." Kakuzu grunts.

You get down on all fours and run down the boat dock with all the confidence in the world. Walking on water is as second nature to you as it was to Jesus. The fact that your 'pretty' new choker, levels your Chakra to a trickle, (barely enough to let you morph your Fingernails into claws for five minutes a day) finally dawn's on you, but not til after you launch your self headlong off the fairy dock, into the lake with a big belly flopping splash.

Hidan is swiftly reduced to hysterical tears, and Kakuzu's eyes crinkle with a pleased smile beneath his mask.

You paddle frantically back to the old wooden dock. Mortified, you find that you're almost completely Chakra depleted from the day, and you can't use your claws. Even if you could, you wouldn't have the strength to lift your own weight, as drained as you are. You try not to wimper, but look pleadingly up at the two missing-nin, who seem pleased as punch with your predicament.

"S'matter babe, need a hand?"

You nod at Hidan's offer, with big round eyes and quivering chin. Y-Yes p-p-p-please. It's f-fr-freezing.

Aw, come on, it can't be that cold, he scoffs, and promptly cannonballs right on top of your head.

Your scream is quickly muffled, as you catch a face full of Hidan sac, forcing you deep underwater. You can still hear his loud wooping through the bubbles and you have half a mind to yank him under by his scrotum, but something about his personality tells you that he'd probably like it. You breach the surface with a loud gasp, accompanied by a healthy amount of coughing, gagging and sputtering. At some point Kakuzu had joined the pool party, albeit with feet on the surface of the water.

Wuss.

Hoo, holy Jashin, she ain't kidding! It's fucking frigid in here! Hidan pulls himself up effortlessly out of the water, like the surface of the lake had turned into a cement platform just for him.

Enough fucking around, Hidan. I would like to get back in time to have a hot soak before we have to deal with Leader Sama, and this smelly little sewer rat could use a shower too.

Yeah, yeah. I got it.

Excuse m-m-me? Hi, I h-hate to int-t-terrupt, but I'm st-still f-fr-freezing down here. Rem-m-member, n-no Chakra and w-w-what not? As you tread water with your legs, you hold your arms stiffly against your chest, elbow resting on top of your hand, twirling the other at the wrist while you speak, as if gesturing during a polite conversation. Your trying to be as sarcastically smarmy as possible but you're not sure it's coming off, thanks to your intense shivering.

Finally, Kakuzu pulls your drizzly ass out of the water in his usual way, before handing you wordlessly over to his partner.

"What are you giving her to me for? I don't wanna carry her."

"You're already wet, quit your bitching."

Hidan clicks his tongue against his teeth. "Fine, but if she scratches me again, I'm drowning her."

With a sour face, the silver haired devil turns around, allowing Kakuzu to drape your shivering form over his back. He grips your thighs, just a little too tight for comfort, and you inhale, just a little louder than you mean to.

When you wrap your arms around his neck you squeeze him tight to get a little more of that illusive body heat. Hidan isn't nearly as warm as Kakuzu but that soon changes when he starts to run. You have no doubt he can feel your painfully hard nipples pushing like pebbles into his shoulders, but at this point you don't give a shit. You fucking hate being cold, and really, REALLY hate being wet.

So what if Hidan can feel my damn nipples rubbing against his hard, broad, well defined shoulders— and are his ears turning red? Nah, it's probably just the chill from the wind and rain. Right?

You reach into your pants pocket and retrieve a little round packet of pills. You note the day nervously. You're ovulating, or at least you would be if it weren't for the birth control. Soon those troublesome pheromones will be following you around like a godamn invisible purple cloud of 'come hither.' You hope whatever cell they end up placing you in, has a good lock, and is far away from the general populace.

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None of which ends up to be true.

You're ushered into an extremely tall building, or skyscraper, or tower... whatever. Anyway, the inside is a horrible maze of twisting halls and confusing stairways, that have you thoroughly disoriented within the first 30 seconds of entering. Your not sure if you've gone up or down, and you have no idea what way you're facing when your two traveling companions finally stop at an open room. You want to kiss the floor having been in that claustrophobic nightmare of dizzying twists and turns for Kami knows how long.

"What the Hell is this place?! I thought we'd never get out of there!"

"That's the point." Kakuzu rumbles. "It's built like a maze and there's a disorientation Jutsu cast over it to confuse intruders. I wouldn't try to escape that way. The halls are blowsy with traps."

"Than, how did we get through?"

Hidan points to his ring. "These things aren't just for looks Sweetie."

Give her a room. Make sure it's close. With that, Kakuzu disappears in a puff of smoke.

"Hey, wait a minute... GAH! FUCKER!"

Slowly, the sides of Hidan's mouth began to slink up his face, like the Grinch getting a wonderful awful idea.

"He wants you close? He'll get you close."

Hidan grabs your hand, big shit-eating grin slathered across his beautiful mug. The two of you climb a few flights of stairs and down a hallway. You run face first into the Jashinist's still soggy back when he stops abruptly in front of a tall, dark brown, wooden door.

"Here we are, you're new room! And guess what?"

You shake your head dumbly.

"It's right next door to Daddy Kuzu!"

He cackles maniacally as he walks to a room on the other side of the hall, than sticks his stupid, annoying handsome face out the door. "Oh, kitchen's all the way through the sitting room on the right. There's a communal bath past Kakuzu's room and around the corner. Hope to see you there." He blows you a kiss and a wink before cackling some more and slamming his door shut.

Gods, a soak sounds heavenly but I'm not about to get naked in a public bath around criminals and especially in my condition...

You hastily shut yourself into your room and turn the woefully inadequate lock. You're back hits the door, and you slowly slide to the floor. The reality of your situation hits you like a ton of bricks and you start to cry. It doesn't take long for your tears to turn into ironic laughter.

Well Clio, you wanted an adventure.

Chapter Text

The water felt hot and comforting against your skin. The room was already set up with towels, soaps, conditioner. Basic necessities. You thank the Gods that a nice thick bath robe is included, although you aren't looking forward to meeting this "Leader Sama" in nothing but white terrycloth.

You'd just turned off the water when you hear the outside bedroom door unlock. Rushing into your robe, you tilt your ears toward a shuffling sound, right outside the bathroom. You're mouth goes dry and you lick your lips unconsciously. There's a crinkle of paper from behind the door, and very obviously inside you room. The familiar 'poof' sound of a summoning causes you to jump. You're instinct for fight or flight is alive and well, and you move to all fours, ready to evade not only your intruder but also a possibly dangerous summoning animal. A familiar grunt has you closing your eyes and letting out the breath that had stalled somewhere in your chest for several seconds. Not willing to traips out to confront the man in your near birthday state, you wait a little less than comfortably until he leaves, locking the door behind himself.

Peeking your head out of the bathroom door, you suspiciously glance around the room for anything... um... suspicious. Indeed you do find something out of place. Leaning against the wall, next to an empty sealing scroll, sits your rucksack, with everything you'd managed to pack the day you were... ahem... 'recruited.'

Aw, Kakuzuuu... wait! That guy kidnapped me! Granted that's better than what the zelot had planned, but still! This changes nothing. These men are my captors, my enemies, and I ain't gettin' caught up in that Stockholm syndrome jazz!

Thanks to your inner dialog pep talk, you decide that there's nothing endearing at all about Kakuzu not wanting you to wander around this place (whatever this place is) buck naked.

You mutter angrily to yourself as you dig through your clothes, looking for something appropriate to wear for a job interview with an organized crime boss, because you don't particularly want to think of what the alternative to getting hired is. As you search, your caught off guard by a puff of smoke in the vicinity of the empty scroll.

"Chloe?! How the Hell did you get in there?"

The angry cat jumps onto your shoulder, nuzzling your face very aggressively.

"Aw, poor thing must be starving."

You eyeball the stale beef jerky you'd tossed on your bed.

Nah-uh.

With all of the stealthieness your Sensei taught you, you pad soundlessly down the stairs, through the large sitting room and into the darkened kitchen. You start with the cupboards, hoping to snag a can of tuna. When you come up short, you check the fridge, and than the freezer. A bulk bag of cheap, individualy wrapped Tilapia filets catches your eye.

Perfect!

"Surely nobody will miss a couple of these." You mumble to yourself as you reach your hand in the bag of fish.

"A couple of what?" An unfamiliar male voice whispers low in your ear.

You yalp and an avalanche of frozen fish cascade out of the freezer and onto the floor, sliding in every direction. You turn to see a young man around your age, smiling widely at you. His one visible big blue eye is almost more cat-like than your own. The other eye (if he has one that is, cuz you never know with Shinobi) is hidden behind a drape of long golden blonde hair. He's... really fucking handsome.

"Uh... I-I was just..." you swallow.

"Midnight snack, hm?" The young man offers.

Yes! You squeek, a little too high pitched in your own ears and you shrink a bit from embarrassment. It doesn't help that you managed to let this guy sneak up on you as well, but you stomp that emotion down, deciding instead that the refrigerator motor and the crinkling of plastic when you were fishing through the freezer was to blame, and not your criminal lack of awareness. Besides, he was obviously creeping on you.

"I suppose we should pick these up, yeah?"

"Oh, of course."

"My name's Deidara by the way. Leader Sama told us we'd be getting a new girl. I'm surprised you made it here at all, considering you had to travel with the zombies."

"We? How many of you are there?" Zombies?

"Hmm," Deidara looks up at the ceiling, counting on his hands while naming off the other members. "Let's see, there's me, Sasori, Kakuzu, Hidan, Itachi, Kisame, Orochimaru, Kabuto, Tobi, Zetsu, Konan and Leader Sama. So twelve, yeah."

"And... h-how many of them are women?" You ask pensively.

"Just Konan, but she and Pain, uh, Leader Sama stay in the tower. We don't normally see a lot of her unless Leader Sama is around, hm."

"Oh." Your shoulders slump as you stand to put the bag of smaller bags back in the freezer, keeping two small filets out for yourself and Chloe.

"So what your saying is I've been abducted against my will, to join a full frat house of Criminal Ninja?"

"Correction, S-rank criminal Ninja."

"Sssswwwweeeellll. That's just ducky! I'm gonna die." You cherp.

"I don't know about that, but I feel ya on the whole, 'getting abducted' thing. I'm not exactly a willing participant in this little organization either, hm."

Deidara inhales deeply and lets out a mournful sigh. Than he sniffs again and you're face flushes just a bit.

"What's your name anyway?"

Oh! Sorry, I forgot. It's Clio. You extend your hand to the young man, who now looks a little flustered.

"Clio," he smiles, eye wide and glued to yours. Wow, w-well I look forward to working with you, Clio.

He doesn't let go of your hand right away, but instead bows to kiss it, than turns it over in his palm to smell your wrist. If you were any other girl you would absolutely be creeped out by this gesture... from a complete stranger... in a darkened kitchen. Instead, you're just hella embarrassed. Not because of Deidara's strangely forward actions, no, but because it's technically your fault he's acting this way.

"Your perfume smells really nice, Clio." Deidara murmurs.

You just pull your hand away, stiffly waving him off with a squinting smile and a nervous laugh. "Oh, ha ha, that's just the scent gland in my wrist, ha ha ha, ahem."

"Wait-what?"

"I didn't say anything! Look, I should get going, uh, ha ha, back to my room! I'm super sleepy!" You lie, and attempt to fake a yawn... poorly.

"Hang on! Aren't you gonna cook that?" The blond teen points to the wrapped Tilapia in your hand.

"Oh, no. I totally eat it raw." You admit before bounding out of the kitchen on all fours.

"Okayyy, weird girl. Deidara chuckles with a goofy grin. I like her."

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That night both of your parents kiss you goodnight. Your mother lying beside you as usual and your father sitting on the edge of the bed. He would usually sit and talk with you and your mother, waiting for night fall, while you're grandmother knitted quietly by the fireplace.

"Your just as beautiful as your mother."

"Pappa, how come you don't look like Momma or Grandma? Your ears are weird"

You know, to the rest of the world, YOUR ears would be considered weird, pup.

"Hey," your mother scolds softly, "that's a secret! Remember? Momma and Pappa's clans don't like each other. You don't want them to take Pappa away do you?"

You shake your head fiercely and leap into your father's arms.

He laughs warmly, and squeezes you tight. "It's alright my little puppy, but just incase anything does happen, you remember the tunnel we dug into the forest, right?"

"Yes, Pappa."

"And what are you supposed to do if bad people brake into the house?"

"I'm s'posta go through the tunnel and run as faaast as I can, to the biiig tree!"

Pappa pats your little head and gives you a closed eyed, squinting smile. "That's right, pup." He laughs again when you mimic his smile.

Momma giggles. "She might look like me but her boldness is all your fault, Okami."

You give her the death stare, but she just tussles your hair and kisses you on the nose, which makes you smile against your will. A little poke to your side has you giggling into the nape of her neck.

"Allright you two. It's sundown. I have to return to my village. Try to get some sleep. I'll be back before you know it."

None of you could have known how right he was.

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A loud bang makes you leap out of your blankets and scramble under the bed. Shattering glass and crashing furniture, along with harsh yelling voices continuously assault your sensitive ears. You close your eyes and cover your ears with your tiny hands, but you can't block out the noise completely.

"WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS OKAMI?! TELL US WHERE YOUR FUCKING DOG IS, WHORE!" A man's horse gravelly voice growls loudly.

"Please, Koneko! Tell him and they won't hurt you!" A young woman's pleading voice insists.

"I don't know what you're talking about! Who's Okami?!" Your mother hisses.

Your grandmother stands up on shaky legs. "How dare you come into my home, and accuse my only daughter of being the whore of a wolf-nin!"

"SILENCE HARRIDAN!"

A cracking sound and a heavy thud, followed by the shrieks of the two younger women, forces your eyes open, and to your horror, you see your grandmother's vacant eyes staring back at you. A woman with black tufted ears and long impossibly shiny black hair, crouches over the old woman. She's wearing a maroon vest like the other Ninja of your village.

You recognize the woman as a friend of your mother's, but she always treated your father coldly, and you got the impression that she didn't really like you much either. Ever since that one time you fell out of a tree and broke your arm. Your grandmother watched you as your mother ran into town and brought the beautiful dark haired woman back with her. She looked at you with genuine confusion as she mended your arm with warm green light she called Chakra. She and your mother argued, about what you don't remember, but after that she would come over often to look you over, and tell your mother you were growing normally.

Now she was on her knees and using her 'Chakra' on your grandmother, who was bleeding from her curly gray ear.

You don't cry, you don't even know what's happening or if this could be considered 'bad.' None of the words made sense and the only thing that was keeping you from coming out to get comfort from your mother's arms was the noise. You couldn't function when it was that loud.

"We caught him, captain!"

Soon everyone's attention was drawn to the door. The dark haired woman cupped her red polished fingers in front of her mouth, and you heard your mother scream from ontop of the bed. Suddenly a bloodied body is tossed to the floor of your grandmothers little cottage. It was your father. Your mother ran over the broken glass and wood to drape herself over the corpse of her lover and father of her child. She covered his face with the skirt of her nightgown before glancing over to you and mouthing the word "RUN."

At that moment the dark haired woman followed your mother's gaze to the bed. She saw you clear as day, and with a quick dart of her eyes to the men milling around the door, she too whipped her head around to you and mouthed the word "RUN!"

Apparently you did need to be told twice, because that was finally what it took for you to move the loose floorboards under the bed which hid the little dirt tunnel leading just a few meters into the forest. All you had to do then was wait inside the big tree, wait for your mother and grandmother. So you ran, you just kept running, but you never made it.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Oi, babe! Um, Clio, or, whatever. Get pretty and come on! It's time for your big debut!

You never imagined yourself saying it out loud but... "Thank Christ for fucking Hidan."

Chapter Text

You felt exposed, standing in front of all of the Akatsuki members. They were the most motley crew of characters you'd ever seen. It wasn't like coming face to face with a bunch of pirates or anything like that. They were all well kempt, and clean, as far as you could tell, but they were VERY different. Especially the two animal-nin. Orochimaru smelled like a reptile, had an impressive pallor to his skin, and when you first approached the semicircular table, he waved a greeting at you... with his tongue.

The one called Kisame Hoshigaki, was actuly from a quite famous family among animal-nin. A large hulking man, blue in color, and smelling of fish. Not in a bad way, mind you. More like in a delicious way that made you consider eating him, if he wasn't a huge shark man with big, white, pointy teeth who could easily ingest you,  instead of the other way around.

All in all, you would say your first impressions were positive. Judging by the whistles and catcalls, you're introduction went over fairly well for a few of the guys, although, you're pretty sure that Hidan was responsible for most of them.

"Please forgive my subordinates, Clio San. Some of our member's social skills have a bit to be desired. I am Pain, and from this moment on, you are to refer to me as Leader Sama. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Leader Sama"

Pat yourself on the back for not stuttering this time, Clio. This guy is real weird-d-d-d! I've never seen eyes like his in any of my Sensei's books. Maybe he's like, a lizard-nin of some kind, but he doesn't smell like anything! So creepy. Maybe he's a ghost.

You get a chill that starts at the soles of your feet and crawls all the way up your body to the tips of your ears.

Kakuzu, who introduced you and was now standing behind you, gives you a gentle hip check that almost knocks you to the floor. "Pay attention Girlie."

"Uh, oh, sorry, could you repeat that?"

"I said, we would like a demonstration of your shape shifting abilities."

Your large, masked jailer pulls a delicate gold key tied to a pink lanyard with a red ribbon from an inner pocket of his cloak, and moves toward you.

The blond teen points at you excitedly. "Whoa, wait a minute! She isn't wearing my collar! What if she gets away from you, hm?"

Ahh, Deidara! I thought we had something going! What about that lovely moment we spent alone in the dark together, cleaning up frozen fish? 

"Ha ha, you're getting senile in your dotage, old man!" Hidan taunts.

Kakuzu ignores the snickering peanut gallery and fumbles for the second collar. You didn't get a good look at it before, and you practically crumble from humiliation when you see it up close for the first time. It's thin, off white and rubbery. It has a light gray adjustable buckle with a little hole. Presumably for another key.

You look at your new friend with murderous intent. "Thanks Deidara, does it repel fleas and ticks too?!" You snark.

Kisame and Hidan laugh, and Deidara blushes. "Well, they said we were getting a cat girl, so I expected something furrier, yeah."

Your head shoots up to glare at the boy, and this time, he visibly shrinks. "It does, doesn't it, Deidara?"

"Yyyeah."

Now at least 7 members are helplessly laughing at you both, and you secretly promise to eat that twink as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

"That's enough now." Pain commands, and the room goes silent. You make a note to ask about Leader Sama's 'No Joy' no Jutsu.'

Once your new flea and tick collar is fitted to your neck, everyone watches you expectantly.

Almost everything you buy is stretchy cotton jersey or oversized. Still you can never be certain that your clothes will survive the transformation. Especially since the garments you'd chosen to appear in today are fine silk. Not wanting to destroy your favorite Kimono, you've come up with a sly workaround.

You get down on your hands and feet, after a moment of concentration, the auburn coloration of your hair begins to cover your entire body, and separate into stripes of dark and light. However, instead of growing, you shrink down, leaving your green and pink kimono in a heap on the floor.

"Kakuzu! Find your prisoner, immediately!" Pain bellows.

Kakuzu just sorta shrugs his shoulders. "This... is new." He says evenly.

"She's still in there." a deep smooth voice calls from a dark haired man with red eyes.

The dumbfounded Taki-nin kicks at the pile of clothes, and you deem this the perfect moment to play your trap card. In your domestic cat form, you shake off the new collar, and leap out of the pile to climb up the masked man's leg. Once on his head, you jump to the table and meow playfully at your host, much to the amusement of everyone gathered. Everyone except Pain and Kakuzu that is.

Pain sighs, looking fully uncharmed. "Kill her."

You hiss at the orangette, and leap onto Hidan's bare shoulders. He grabs his scythe and screams at you to "Get you motherfucking claws off me!"

A man in black pajamas and a swirly orange mask, jumps up and down, clapping his hands and giggling manicly. "Tobi loves kitties! Can we keep it? Pleeeeas, Leader Samaaaa?"

You leap off of the Demons face, leaving swollen welts all over his head and neck, than skitter under the bosses feet, where several members follow. The situation quickly calapses into chaos as one by one, people start flying out from under the table, knocking over chairs, as well as dislodging some of the more stoic members of the group.

Now in your Lykenthrope form, you hoist the heavy piece of furniture high in the air, and throw it at your new Leader with a snarl. You lay it on thick for the next five minutes, dodging every attack, and getting in a few well timed swipes. The room is filled with a bizarre array of weaponry, swinging this way, and hurtling that, you even think you see a fucking puppet in the mix. It's absolute anarchy and you are having the time of your life. You're in the middle of a high kick flip from Hidan's scythe to his face, when you happened to glance over at the Uchiha's Sharingan, change to something resembling a three bladed shuriken, and suddenly your not having fun anymore.

You immediately regain your human form, and dodge just in time to avoid a column of black flames. You fling yourself backwards, and screech to a halt, claws leaving deep gouges in the cement floor.

Absolutely furious, you March straight up to the dark haired man, and poke him hard in the chest. "WHAT THE FUCK UCHIHA! AMATERASU?! SERIOUSLY? I thought this was supposed to be a demo of my godamn abilities, Leader Sama!"

"And you performed admirably, Clio San. You must understand, we play hardball in the Akatsuki. You may have found that fun but, never underestimate your opponents. Even if their friendlies"

"Psh, if I knew we were going like that, I wouldn't have held back!" You grouse.

"Um, Clio?" Deidara taps your shoulder, blushing furiously.

"WHAT?!"

"Y-You're completely naked." He points over to your favorite Kimono, currently being devoured by black flames.

"Well blame the fucking Uchiha for that! You owe me a new Kimono, pal!"

"Oh, shit." Deidara backs up. "The rubberized C4 collar is in there. That Material is highly unstable, heat can—"

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Hundreds of pigeons take flight off the top of the tallest tower in the city from the explosion that lights up the conference room. The good people of Amegakury watch as a familiar Kabuki like visage, with a protruding tongue and holding a pipe, appears to be smoking in real life. Nobody questions.

"I apologize, Clio San. Please take my cloak."

"I'm watching you, Itachi Uchiha." You growl at the pale man, but clamber into his cloak all the same.

Kakuzu shoots out an arm, grabs you by your scruff and refastens your favorite piece of jewelry around your neck. "You could just ask for my attention, ya know." You huff while dangling helplessly. "Gonna have to watch you too." You grumble at the big jerk.

A young man with bright red hair, (you figure to be between 15 and 17) walks up to you wearing a placid smile and half lidded eyes. "You won't be able to wiggle out of MY collar." He says smugly. "It changes size when you do, but if you're a good girl, maybe Leader Sama will let you take it off one day." He gives you a good long look and frowns. "Hmm, the color doesn't suit you. We might have to change that."

"Hey, Clio?" Deidara runs to you after the redhead leaves to arrange the furniture. You ignore the blond in favor of watching the younger man move items around with something that can only be described as 'blue Chakra threads.'

Deidara waves a hand in front of your face, to get your very fickle attention. "Listen, darling, don't let Sasori Dana get you alone in his room, yeah."

"What? What kinda girl do you think I am?!"

"A one of a kind—kind of girl." Kakuzu interrupts. You didn't even realize he was still listening.

"Yeah, Dana has a thing for rare Jutsu. If you aren't careful, you could end up in his 'collection,' hm."

You boggle at the second biggest, and second littlest, male Akatsuki members for a moment, before Pain's booming voice grabs your attention as roughly as Kakuzu grabs your neck.

"Everyone please sit. This meeting is not finished."

You continue to stand, with Kakuzu at your back, like the dutiful jailer he is.

"Clio San, I am confused, may I ask why a capable Shinobi like yourself, was working as a night cook in a small village diner?"

"Um, well you see. My clans are after me. I was only going to stay there until the heat died down again."

"Again? How long have you been running?"

Itachi interupts with a stack of books he had quietly retrieved from a scroll.

Bingo books. Swell.

"Fucking Uchiha" both you and Kakuzu grumble under your breaths.

"I see. There seems to have been two clans trying to out bid each other in the black market for your live capture. Hmm, this has been going on for years, nearly your entire life I would surmise. Would you say that is correct, Clio San?"

Your shoulders drop, and you find yourself fiddling with your fingernails. You were hoping to avoid this conversation, and the questions you know will soon follow. "Yes, Leader Sama."

Itachi points to another book and for the first time since you met, Pain's face finally registers an emotion. It's shock. He looks up from the books in front of him, but not at you. The leader's purple ringed orbs plant themselves squarely on Kakuzu.

"It says here, that three years ago, the two warring clans made an alliance for the soul purpose of bringing you 'to justice.' According to this information, they have been trying to capture you for fifteen years."

Some surprised mumbling brakes out among the other members, and the Snake man speaks up. "How old are you, child?"

"Eighteen, sir."

"Please, there's no need to stand on convention, Orochimaru is fine, my dear. Now tell me, what could a three-year-old have done, that would warrant the need for justice?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Being born?"

Orochimaru holds his hand out to the Uchiha, in a silent request, without breaking his snake yellow gaze from your emerald green cat's eyes. Grudgingly, Itachi acquiesces, and gives the Sannin the latest copy of the Bingo book. "Ahh, I see." The man's voice is smooth and hypnotic. "The Illegitimate daughter of a wolf-nin from the renowned Inuzuka clan of Konohagakure, and a woman from their northern rival, the Yasei Clan. Cat shifters from the village of the same name, and... oh my, Kakuzu San... an eighty-million Ryo reward on her head!"

More mumbling from the other members, except for Hidan. For the first time in his life, Hidan is completely speechless.

Kakuzu gruffs something about "having his reasons for not collecting on the bounty," but not much else.

"I'm an abomination." You start. "A Lykenthrope. I shouldn't have been born. My parents sinned against their Gods, and I am the unholy spawn from their lustfull union."

"Is that what you believe, little one?" Orochimaru coos.

"What are you, dumb? Of course I fucking don't believe that primitive screw head Nazi speak!!! I've been loved, I've been hated and feared, but I will never subscribe to the idea that my parent's love was somehow inherently wrong. That I am inherently wrong!"

Orochimaru only smiles at you. A wide, unnerving thing that never reaches his purple trimmed eyes. "Well, Leader Sama, it looks like you have a little firecracker on your hands."

"Indeed." Pain agrees. "It seems like you should find good company here with the Akatsuki, Clio San. You will continue to wear the obedience collars for a little bit longer. Just until the men become accustomed to you, and you to them. While wearing these collars, Clio San will be vulnerable, she mustn't spar, or train at all during this probationary period. Any injuries done to her person, from either malice or carelessness, will incurre serious punishment. Dismissed."

Kakuzu places a hand on your shoulder to usher you away, but you don't move.

"Clio San, was there something else I should know?" Pain enquires coldly.

"As a matter of fact, there is something important I didn't want to talk about in front of the others."

"Yes?"

You look uncomfortably up at Kakuzu, and again to Pain.

"Kakuzu San, leave us."

The old Shinobi snorts dissent, but obeys. Leaving Pain and the beautiful woman with a paper rose in her periwinkle hair.

"Now than Clio, what troubles you."

"I don't know if you've noticed any changes in your group's behavior yet, but if not, you soon will."

"Explain."

You sigh. "Pheromones, it happens around the time I am to ovulate. Birth control doesn't stop it, but it does reduce the period during which it happens, from a week, to around three days."

You look up from your feet to the two Shinobi in front of you. Pain is indifferent, and just stares at you, hands clasped in front of his mouth. Konan on the other hand looks horrified.

You continue. "During the times these Pheromones are actively being released from my scent glands," you point to your wrists and neck. "I'll basically be like a walking neon 'SEX HERE' sign to any males around me."

"I don't see any problem with this information, Pain deadpans. Sex is an excellent stress reliever, and sorce of entertainment. I believe that the other members could benefit greatly from this."

You and Konan both glare at your Leader with awestruck incredulity.

"Excuse much, I'm a vergo, not a chew toy for da boiz, okay! Un-fucking-believable!"

"I don't see what astrology has to do with—"

Konan quickly whispers something into Pain's ear.

"Oh... well... I'm afraid all I can offer in the way of protecting your chastity, is ensuring your continued accessibility to birth control, and, um..." Pain looks at Konan, a little lost.

"I believe it would be in her best interest to replace her bedroom door with something sturdier. Just in case." She offers.

"This is acceptable. If there is no further business, I shall take my leave." With that, Pain Shunshins away.

"I will speak with Kakuzu about the retrofitting of your door. I wouldn't worry too much, Clio San. These men may be criminals, but they are also well trained Ninja. It's highly unlikely anyone will take advantage."

"Please, Just Clio."

"Then you may call me Konan. It's very nice to meet you."

"Same."

"Uh, Listen, Clio, let me deal with Kakuzu. There's no reason for both of us to get yelled at." Konan giggles.

The airy sweet demeanor of the older woman is contagious, and before you know it, your both giggling like school girls. Finally, you excuse yourself to get dressed.

Black leggings and a slouchy white T with 'Wild' written across the front, in different 80's style lettering, on a rainbow, leopard print, paint splash background. This will have to do since you didn't have a chance to pack your Shinobi gear.

You decide to brave the halls, to return the Uchiha's cloak, and maybe bitch a little more about your Kimono.

I wonder if he even recognized me.

When you were younger, Itachi and his kid brother used to play a game which involved capturing all of the Ninja cats around your Sensei Nekobaa's store, than take an ink footprint from each one. Sometimes you and Nekobaa's granddaughter Tamaki would help. One time, the two Uchiha boys even chased YOU down for a paw print.

You have to admit, you weren't expecting Itachi to try and burn you to a crisp today, but considering what he did to his clan, you suppose you shouldn't have been that shocked.

You follow Itachi's scent trail to the kitchen and find him sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea and munching on a few sticks of three color dango. He's wearing a rather thick pair of readers, deeply engrossed in a paperback fantasy novel. One of those series that never seem to end.

Damn! When did he turn into such a smoke show?.. down girl! That's the hormones talking. You're a Kunoichi, act like one, and not a love starved all girl school, school girl all starved— and what was I saying?

"Afternoon Uchiha." You greet coolly

"Afternoon Inuzuka." Itachi returns, just as coolly.

"Just Clio please. I would rather not be associated with those who would see me dead, or worse."

"Very well, Itachi is fine for me than too."

"I just wanted to return your cloak, robe, thingy. Oh, b-be sure to wash it before putting it back on."

Itachi eyes you warely. Than in a blink, he activates his Sharingan, and you step back, startled.

"Hey, what are you—"

"What is that?" 

"Huh?"

"That aura. It's purple, what is it?"

Fucking Uchiha...

"It's none of your damn business."

Itachi hums. He picks up the returned item and inhales it's scent deeply. You shift your stance, feeling uncomfortable about his fervor. His eyes return to coal black and his mouth drops open just a little. Presently he shakes something off before returning to his book. "That never happened at Nekobaa's shop." Itachi admits.

"We were children, Itachi." You mutter. 

"I see, this is a 'breeding' thing, no?"

"We're changing the subject..."

" Very well then, how is Nekobaa's shop doing?"

"You mean after you eliminated half of her customer base?"

Itachi nods.

"It was touch and go for a while, but she had connections."

"Good to hear."

"Yeah, she started dealing with my father's clan." You grumble. "It became too dangerous for me to stay with her when Tamaki started getting friendly with that Kiba kid, so I had to leave."

"And you've been running ever since?"

"Yep. Funny how things work out. You chuckle wryly."

"I don't blame you for being angry with me, Clio. I knew my actions would have far reaching consequences."

"Tch, it's fine Itachi, the life of a Shinobi is cruel. We do what we must to survive, thrive, protect. Nobody's reasons are better than your own. That goes for everyone. Anyway, you better wash that unless you want your shark friend crawling into bed with you."

Itachi looks at the garment with a raised eyebrow.

"Or that Orochimaru guy." You smerk.

At this Itachi grimaces, picks up the article of clothing between his thumb and fore finger, holding it out in front of him as if it was biohazardous material, than leaves the kitchen. You snicker, down his cold tea and steal his last stick of dango before sashaying triumphently back to your room.

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You sway your hips happily as you finish off the last piece of dango. Getting kidnapped is turning out way better than it started. As far as adventures go, This Akatsuki thing might be the big break you needed. If nothing else, there is security within this group, and missions. Oh Kami, bless-ed be those missions. I'll finally get to stretch my legs.

With all the weird shit that happened at the meeting, you completely forgot to ask about the overall purpose of the Akatsuki. No doubt it's nothing good. Oh well, that's a problem for future Clio.

On the stairs to your room, the sound of banging tools, unknown voices and a very pissy Kakuzu has your tail down, and your hackles up. HA! No way am I going up there! You creep back downstairs and decide that the couch and TV were calling your name all along.

The common room was actually  massive, like a dance hall or something. There was a smattering of furniture here and there, such as tables, comfy chairs and lamps. The TV was on the far left, by a large window, it had several couches and end tables surrounding it, as well as a large glass topped coffee table. Yeah, I'm definitely braking that. The kitchen entrance was on the right, just behind the center couch. In the middle of the room sat a large ornate dining table. Maybe I can convince Leader Sama or Kakuzu to trade up for a pool table. Strangely, this room was the main hub to all the spacees the Akatsuki had access to, but nobody seemed to use it to socialize. I need to socialize! Must. Make. House mates. Social!

You aren't sitting more than ten minutes, when you get a nibble on the People's fish hook. Hooray for socialism! Or socializism...

Orochimaru sits down beside you and Kabuto takes a seat on the corner of another couch.

"What are we watching, Clio San?" Kabuto asks. His posture is relaxed. Leaning back comfortably with one ankle over his knee, but still man spreading.

"It's an anime about a blonde kid who's determined to get his edgy friend back from a bad guy who wants to use him for his own nefarious purposes. He saves his friend, but the guy comes back super awkward. Eventually they save the world."

"...and they live happily ever after?" Orochimaru inquires in his smooth sensuous timber.

Gah! Clio, stop being so dang thirsty! This is what we're trying to avoid! Socialize, not sexualize!

"Well not exactly. They all grow up, get married, have kids and seem generally miserable."

"So basically they go from heroes to surplus to their own lives?" Kabuto jokes.

"Yeah, but it's still a great show, mostly."

Orochimaru inches closer in a very ethereal way. Like his butt is on wheels, or floating. "I'm not one for television but if you don't mind the company..."

"By all means. I want to get to know everyone here."

"Yes, and I am very interested in getting to know you too my dear."

Oh okay, not floating or rolling. This man is slithering.

"I, uh, couldn't help but notice your scent. Kabuto and I both noticed." The Sannin dips his head close to the nape of your neck. The scent gland there begins to hurt from the closeness of another animal nin. "It's very unusual for animal-nin from different clans to be able to detect one another. Even stranger for non-animal-nin like my assistant here to become affected too. I had  no idea that the Yasei had such strong pheromones."

"They don't. They're like the Inuzuka. Only clan members should be able to detect them."

"Is that so? The Snake man licks his lips, and brushes your curly auburn hair behind your shoulder, exposing more skin. So your parents had this 'ability' as well?"

"Yes, They could definitely sense each other's pheromones alright. In fact that's how they found each other.  They just happened to have a similar genetic abnormality. Momma said it was fate, and Pappa—" You put on a Moses voice and raise your arms dramatically. "—believed it was ordained by the Gods!"  Kinda cute huh?

"That must have been a very romantic story."

"Must have been, they refused to tell it to me." You chuckle.

Orochimaru actually laughs, and you internally celebrate your first step in creating a brave new society of dangerous missing-nin who watch TV and play cards together. Presently you become aware of the snake man getting all up in your bizz. "Caaan I help you?"

Just then? something in Orochimaru's countenance changes, and a shadow seems to creep across his face. You pull at your obedience collars, feeling that they have suddenly gotten rather tight despite hanging innocently where they'd always been. You're eyes start watering from the thick perfume of cucumbers, white lilies and blood. It's so strong you can hardly breathe, and you look around to see who was spraying huge amounts of air freshener while badly bleeding. (What? It's the Akatsuki, it's not THAT far-fetched.)

"Are you able to detect other clans Pheromones?" The Sannin asks, and it's like someone turned a fire hose on you. Except instead of water, you got smacked in the face with male sex pheromones.

Oh no, this is bad! You swallow hard. I can't believe this is happening. Orochimaru is in rut, or whatever his version of rut is. How did I not notice it before? He must have been suppressing it, sneaky Bastard!

"D-Did y-you trick m-me?"

"Clio, my dear, can you detect other clan's pheromones?" Yes, or no?

Your heart is pounding out of your chest. You squeeze your thighs together to stay the want tingling under your panties.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Y-Yes, Orochim-maru."

"Almost there, Clio Chan."

That cute honorific always causes something to wind taught in your lower abdomen. You know it's your uterus spasming, begging to be filled with seed, but you can't! Not like this!

"Yes, Orochimaru Sama."

"Mmm yesss, very good girl."

The snake Sannin's tongue reaches out and delicately glides over your tender nape. "Your scent tastes amazing, how lucky we are to have found each other like this. Almost like fate?"

Orochimaru coos and moans as he attacks your scent gland with his tongue. He looks like he's in heaven, and you want to be in heaven too. You're so mesmerized by his sweet sounds, that you don't notice Kabuto approaching, until you feel the couch cushion sink next to you. In an instant, two sets of hands are upon you, touching, teasing, pinching. No one's ever handled you like this before, let alone two. You're not sure if you want this, it can't be appropriate to behave this way.  You don't even know these men. But damn, does it feel good.

Orochimaru's tongue darts under your leggings and underwear, quickly finding the epicenter of your need. It's almost painful, the way he circles your clit without tending to the fire within. His teasing is practically torture.

"What do you want Orochimaru Sama to do, Clio Chan?" Kabuto asks. He takes your hand in his and coaxes you to feel the warm wet mushroom tip of something you've never touched before. There's no asking for permission. They just take.

You're thunderstruck by this surreal turn of events. The pheromones produced by a male in season are specifically meant to cow the female into submission. Being kinda new to the whole heat/rut thing, you honestly didn't believe it would be this intense. You read that there are Mating rituals and etiquette within clans, but there is no standard for what you are, no guide for meeting a rutting male in the wild. No model, no dogma, nothing. It simply doesn't happen.

I'm fucked! Both literally and figuratively.

"S-Stop."

"But doesn't it feel good?"

"Oh my God, YES!"

"Than why should we stop?" Kabuto pulls up your shirt, undoes your bra and leans in to suck on your nipple. It feels amazing. You know this isn't what you want, but you've completely forgotten why.

"Don't you want Orochimaru Sama to lick you til you cum?" Kabuto is using your hand to jerk himself off, and you're absolutely drunk on his heavy breathing and little whimpers. "God I can't wait to have my turn with you Clio Chan."

"Orochimaru removes his tongue from your aching clit."

You whine at the loss.

"Clio Chan, I'm beginning to think that you don't want me to touch you."

"NO! I w-want you!"

"Are you sure?"

"Y-Yes p-please."

"Tell me what you want Clio Chan."

"T-Touch me with tongue, p-please. I want it Or-rochimaru Sa-ah-ma."

"Are you ready to cum?"

"Yes, God, Yes!"

Orochimaru glides his long, prehensile tongue back under your clothes. Air cooled saliva drips onto your tummy, causing a peppering of goosebumps to erupt on your skin. He grins impishly as he slides the tip inside your heat, but just a little, while the flat of his tongue massages your needy little clit. He can feel your virginity, and for a moment, considers taking it with his tongue but decides there is a much better way to do that.

You are writhing now, a whining, wanting mess of a creature, craving release from this maddening heat. You're breathing stalls when Orochimaru darts the tip in and out of you teasingly. He takes care to stretch his tongue thin, to avoid ruining your maidenhood, while he searches for a  particular bundle of nerves. He's doing things to your clit that you couldn't imagine in your wildest dreams. But you want more. You want to be bred.

You tug at the Sannin's hair, it feels so soft between your fingers. He growls at you in warning, but his feral snarl only makes you want to pull harder. Every nerve in your body is only capable of feeling pleasure. You buck your hips sharply once Orochimaru's undulating appendage discovers that one sensitive patch inside you. His eyes darken dangerously at your confirmation, his attention is hastily directed to the spot, and he watches you closely as you dissolve under his furious ministrations. Unblinking, every molecule in his body is trained on you. He can't remember the last time he mated like this and God damn it, he was going to enjoy it!

You kiss and lick his long purple muscle. He pulls you closer, and you grab and twist his smock in your shaking fist. You're so close, your eyes slam shut and your face screws up in a grimace that you're positive isn't flattering, but Orochimaru keeps looking at you like you're the most fascinating thing on the planet. Observing, considering, studying.

A sudden flood of warm liquid covers the hand Kabuto has been working himself with. His harsh moan is loud, and heavy breaths come in time with each throb of his cumming cock.

The sight and sound of his pleasure causes something to snap inside you, and you lurch from the sheer ecstasy, and a wave of relief washes over your burning insides. Orochimaru works you slowly through your orgasm, enjoying each pulsing movement in your spasming cunt. You twich with oversensitivity, as he greedily laps up every last drop of your slick.

Kabuto tussles your hair playfully, and takes off his shirt for you to clean up with, leaving you alone with the still unsated snake.

Get up on my lap Clio Chan. Lick my neck, taste my need. Let me breed you.

You're barely sentient at this point, you're animal brain only wants one thing. To be filled, and to cum. All a female in heat can do when faced with a rutting male is obey, allow, spread, consent is automatic. It doesn't matter what you felt before or what you'll feel after. If a male in rut wants you, you will lay with him.

Now it's his turn.

To be fair Orochimaru is doing really well cognitively, but that's only because of years of experience. His need for control had overcome the Lizard brain fever long ago. All the lust, all the aggression is still very present. If anyone tried to stop you now, they would end up on Orochimaru's toothpick.

If the snake Sannin was truly in control of his facilities, he wouldn't be thinking about banging you in the sitting room. It's this laps of judgment that forces the rutting male into a fight or flight situation.

Kisame walks down the hall after a pleasant soak in a hot bath, he was joined by Itachi and Kakuzu. Now all three terry clad Ninja (arguably the strongest in the Akatsuki) are going to the kitchen for some dinner.

Kisame smells something untoward right away, after rounding the corner to the stares. "That's weird. He says. I know Orochimaru is in rut but I smell a female in heat, and I seriously doubt there's another Hoshigaki around here."

Itachi's Sharingan activates immediately when he hears of Orochimaru's condition. "We have to find Clio! She's in heat and all males can smell her!"

Kakuzu's stomach drops to his testicles. He can't imagine you with that filthy snake!

"How is that possible?" Kisame scoffs.

"It's a mutation, perhaps a side effect of her bloodline limit."

"Why not just let them bone? It's not hurting anyone."

At this, Itachi stops, but Kakuzu smacks him upside the head... hard!

"They were definitely doing somethin' on the couch. Hey, you guys can add Kabuto to your hit lists. I smell his nasty ass cum all over the place."

"I'll check Orochimaru's room. Kakuzu you go check Clio's"

"Shit, if she's in there, we'll never get them out! Fucking Konan and her bright ideas! It'll keep her safe she said. Isn't Clio worth the money she said!"

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KAKUZU:

Why the hell am I so worked up about this? If the girls gonna fuck the girl's gonna fuck! Christ, why couldn't it have been Deidara, or Itachi? Hell even Hidan is better than that fruity nut job? He's so old...

Kakuzu stops in front of your door. His worst nightmare has come true. The snake had the presence of mind to lock you in the only room with a door stronger than the fucking wall. He could use paper bombs to take down the walls but that would surely destroy your room and possibly even you. Besides, he's too late. Kakuzu can clearly hear the bed frame banging against the wall, the soft needy moans, the filthy words of encouragement.

"Good Girl, just a little deeper, you're almost there, little one. Uhhh so tight."

It hurts so bad, you're so much like her. Same figure, same eyes, same sass. He was with her till the very end. He thought he'd never love like that again. And than you came along.

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Itachi comes around the corner to see Kakuzu slumped in front of your door, and he knows.

Kakuzu doesn't look up. "I know all about their mating rituals. They'll be in there until his rut has passed. We'll have to ask Kisame when it started, if he knew anyway."

"It won't be long. Kisame's deep gravel ascends the stairs. He's at the tail end. My guess is that they'll be out some time tomorrow. Come on guys, you don't really want to listen to them fuck, do ya?"

"I have no choice. Thanks to Hidan my bedroom is wright fucking next door!"

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ITACHI:

Kisame stops. Itachi I'm not sure if I should be telling you this, but... I smell blood. Don't worry, it's a tiny amount. Seems like Clio was a virgin.

Itachi holds his composure, but only just. He has absolutely nothing to be angry about. This is jealousy, pure and simple. Your sweet scent of lust has clouded his mind. Itachi Uchiha wanted that cherry all to himself, and the Snake stole that pleasure from him. But this isn't over. It was a key battle and sure he lost, but you are still here, still you. He will find a way.

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KISAME:

Fuck I'm hungry... if she's a cook I hope she's a good one. These guys are gonna need some serious comfort food after this. Did I mention I'm hungry?

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Orochimaru knew from the moment you entered the conference room. You were making a valiant effort to mask your scent with what little Chakra your collar allowed, and to be fair it seemed to be working. Kisame and the others seemed unaffected, but the Snake Sannin was different. He didn't need to smell you to detect your musk. He could taste it.

All through your introduction, you watched curiously as Orochimaru's tongue flicked in and out of his mouth. You didn't know that members of his clan could detect scents with their tongues. You probably should have figured, but really, who the hell thinks of that shit?

You really should have listened to Konan, and just tried to lay low for a couple of days, but your stupid animal brain had all these 'instincts.' Instincts that made you crave attention. Instincts that had you wanting to be social. Instincts that reasoned your being the new girl in a locker room full of dudes— all sex crazed and retard strong —meant that you are obligated to do a strip tease on the benches.

Okay, okay, so maybe you weren't 'THAT' obvious, and maybe you had no clue the Sannin was a dirty, scheming, rapey creep. Oh, and let's not forget that Kabuto, taking advantage like some sex pest parasite...

There was nothing for it now. Orochimaru has spirited you away to your bedroom, that has conveniently been turned into an impenetrable vault. The new door that was specifically installed to preserve your chastity, is now the very thing that will insure your deflowering. Not that you thought anyone would be interested in rescuing you.

You felt the Chakra signatures coming down the hall. Kakuzu has hated you from the moment you two met, you gave Itachi a pretty hard time about some really personal shit, and you don't even know Kisame, and you're not sure you want to. He's scary.

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Orochimaru has you draped over his arms like a blushing bride. You remind him a lot of Tsunade. The secret Cold War rivalry he had with his team mate, Jeraiya, to win her affection had ended in a stalemate. With nothing keeping him tethered to his village, he abandoned his comrades in the Leaf to become a missing-nin. He needed to continue his research, but that's not important now. You're in his arms now. You might not be as busty or violent as Tsunade, but you're damn close, and he likes that.

Orochimaru could have any weak willed female he wanted. Like the snake, Kaa, he could hypnotize, and bend people to his will, and like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, he could convince them to do anything, even die for him. But where's the fun in that?

He was only lucky to discover you first, before anyone else got their hands on you. What are the chances?He's in his rut, and he has a beautiful cat girl in his arms, not hypnotized, but in heat. A rare creature indeed, a beautiful flower begging to be plucked, researched, studied, but most of all, bred.

The pale snake slithers to your bed. He lays you down gently, and you paw and meew up at him, like a little lost kitten begging for attention, and Orochimaru is only more than willing to give it to you.

Orochimaru pulls you up to the head of the bed and 'Gods you smell delicious.' Like tart raspberries and wild roses, with a hint of some darker underlying scent. Something musky, maybe even dirty, like ambergris on a beach. Not at all unpleasant, in fact, it's dizzyingly sensual. It makes him want to take his time with you. How sad that his rut will soon end, and he'll have to leave your bed to go back on missions. Than no doubt the others will sniff you out with their own needs in mind.

Orochimaru growls low in his chest, you respond by purring softly. And that's all he needs. He leaps on to the bed and pushes you onto your back. Again he attacks your scent gland, and this time you reciprocate by nipping and licking at his. Clothing is quickly discarded, he pulls your shirt and leggings off of your body, as if they're on fire. It's a good thing you're bra is already open because he rips it off so fast that it would have been torn in half. You're underwear isn't so lucky.

Orochimaru doesn't even notice the cute yellow rubber ducky print on your cotton panties as he unceremoniously shreds them with his fucking teeth, before fervently shedding his own clothes, like some uncomfortable second skin.

You look up at the slender Shinobi in front of you. His body is as pale as his face, he's muscularly built, but unlike some of the other Akatsuki, he has a delicate grace to him. Long straight raven hair encloses you in your own little capsule as he fills your mouth full of his tongue.

He pushes it to the back of your throat until he feels your body tense, than pulls it out quickly before you gag. His body is fully upon you, and during one of your rare moments of clarity, you notice how heavy he feels in comparison to his slight build. "Slight" of course is a relative term. All of the Akatsuki are totally jacked and stupid tall, including the man currently on top of you, (attempting to lay eggs in your esophagus with his oral proboscis, or something.)

Once he can push his tongue down your throat without you gagging, he ushers you to lay parallel on the bed with your head hanging off the mattress. Unsatisfied with the hight, he stuffs a couple of pillows under your back. When you're head is positioned the way he wants, he kneels beside your up-side-down face, and combs languidly through your hanging curls.

"Clio Chan, were going to play a little game. If you can make me cum with your mouth, I will breed you. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Orochimaru knows it's your first time, and that a gentleman should be gentle. He should concentrate on the lady's needs, and not be greedy, but Orochimaru is no gentleman. He's a selfish sociopath, who tortures and kills every single day for his own benefit, but he's also self aware, he does want you to enjoy his body but when will he have another chance to get a deadly little spitfire like you so malleable?

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You don't have much of a basis for comparison, but this man's cock is looong. It has a snakehead shaped tip, and is as smooth as silk. It's not thin either, and you're worried about how much it'll hurt getting dicked down to the bedsprings by this gorgeous fucking nightmare.

Are you ready pet?

"Y-Yes, O-Orochima-r-ru Sama."

"That's my good girl. Open wide."

The Snake Sannin pushes his head into your mouth and to the back of your throat, but your tongue reflexively blocks its entry. Orochimaru purrs out a soft humming chuckle. "I'm afraid you can't stop me that easy, little one."

Orochimaru holds you down by your arms, with a harsh shove, he pushes through your defenses. You start to gag and he pulls back. You breathe hard and tears begin to fill your eyes. Your eye makeup is long gone from your earlier 'practice' session, and Orochimaru can't stop staring at the beautiful image of you in your running eye liner and smeared eye shadow.

"Gods you look hot right now little one. All that's missing is my cock down your throat." He coos.

You can't answer because Orochimaru's rut is getting the better of him, and he impatiently stuffs his cock in your mouth all the way down to the hilt. He holds it there for a while, His face the picture of bliss. You squirm under his hold but freeze when his voice becomes lowe and raspy like a feral growl. "Change of plans little one. I think I'll just do whatever I want with you."

You gag and sputter, your face begins to turn purple and your vision grows dark.

"Yes, oh fuck yes, the way your throat clenches around my cock is like heaven, but I suppose this will be less fun if you die." He muses.

Orochimaru pulls out just before you pass out. Through his human experiments, he knows just when to let you breathe, and not a second sooner. He does this several more agonizing times before picking up speed, pumping in and out of your throat faster, and faster, reveling in the choked sounds you make.

When he pulls out again, he crouches down to eye level, and fists the hair close to your scalp. He can't help smiling at the state of you. Running makeup, red rimmed eyes, face completely drenched in tears, snot and drool.

"Do you like it when I take your mouth my dear?" He asks while giving your hair a warning tug.

You shake your head and cry pitifully.

"Wrong answer." He sneers

You clench your mouth closed, which infuriates the Sannin. He slaps your face, grabs your lower jaw, and pushes his thumb down hard underneath your tongue. "This is how I handle dogs that get too snappy." He pulls your head up by your hair and looks you straight in the eyes. His slit-like pupils contract to needles, as yours dilate wide. "Are you going to be a good dog, or am I going to have to file your teeth down to nubs?" Orochimaru smiles smugly, pushes your head back roughly by your jaw than lets you go.

"I-I'll be good. You barely recognize your own tiny whisper of a voice.

Orochimaru answers by bending down, and softly biting the scent gland at the nape of your neck. You gasp, and your core starts dripping with your own natural lubricant. He leaves his neck open to you, and your nose twitches at the strength of his pheromones. You're unable to resist raking your teeth over his scent, and when you do, you are again willing to do anything for your snake.

You open your mouth wide, silently inviting the Sannin to take what he wants from you. And he does.

Orochimaru's pelvis grinds deep into your face. "My cock feels so good all the way down your throat like this, Clio Chan. Fuuuck."

You feel Orochimaru's body stiffen, his strokes get harder, more chaotic. He doubles over, his face landing between your breasts. He pulls out just enough for his hot thick cum to fill your mouth instead of going down your throat. "Hold onto it for me, my dear."

"When he pulls you to your knees, your big round eyes look up at him questioningly."

Orochimaru pulls your naked body close to his. His heavy breathes and half lidded eyes say everything. "You did a good job." He pushes his lips against yours and gently begs entrance with his tongue. When you open, Orochimaru sweeps cum from your mouth into his. You both swallow the bitter liquid as you kiss.

Are you ready to be bred, my pet?

You finally melt into Orochimaru's cold embrace. You feel like you've never been more ready for anything in your entire life. You don't even remember that you ever wanted to deny this man's advances. Right now, in this moment he is the only thing that matters. Your begging for cock, your saying things to this stranger that you would never even say out loud to yourself, and boy howdy, is he digging it.

Orochimaru growls, you lay down an spread wide for your mate. This vulnerable position feels completely natural, as does the hard length sliding between your folds. The tip, dripping with pre-cum kisses your lips, and you cry out to the Kami upon Orochimaru's painful entrance, on this, your very last day of maidenhood.

Orochimaru sweats, face scrunched in some primitive emotion, he pushes slow, so painfully slow. "So fu-king tight!" He breaths and you squeal.

He pulls back than bucks forward. You both moan, his pleasure, your pain. Again the snake Sannin's cock retreats from you're core and you see blood. His hips crash forward and you moan again, a sound that makes Orochimaru shudder with lust. You feel so good, you look so good, you smell, taste and sound too good to be true. He let's out a tiny whimper and stops his movements, for fear of coming undone too fast.

"Good Girl, just a little deeper, you're almost there, little one. Uhhh so tight."

After a few more stinging pushes, you begin to feel a familiar tightening in your core. "Fuck Oro!"

"I'm all the way in now, he huffs."

"Than do it. Please fuck me! I don't care if it hurts. I need to be filled, I need to cum!"

Orochimaru falls ontop of you, you wrap your arms around his neck and he kisses you deeply, although his tongue behaves this time. He's pumping inside you but his movements are slower, more measured. After letting his caged animal out in your mouth, his hormones have settled for now, and he can really concentrate enough to observe you. He wants to watch you fall apart on the end of his dick.

Most of the sting is gone, but the stretch is still there. It's starting to feel good now, but your impatient. You bring your hand down to your clit to rush to your release, but Orochimaru pulls it away. He pulls one of your legs against his chest, and the other one he maneuvers underneath him, than he pushes in slow, deep and hard. You're eyes roll to the back of your head, and you gasp out some most unlady like expletives. The Sannin croons soft praises to you as he plunges his manhood deep inside you again, and again, and again.

You grab two big handfuls of perfect black tresses, and pull your mated down to you, to whisper a secret little need. His yellow eyes flash, purple edges crinkling with fine delicate lines, as he smiles impishly. He easily acquiesces to your desire, and you separate, just long enough to switch positions.

Orochimaru's head falls back to willingly expose his throat to another Shinobi, for only the second time, in the last thirty years. His breath hitches, and a wide smile graces his strangely alluring features. His ethereal eyes flutter shut as he gives himself over completely to a very young woman, he'd only just met. But wasn't that the plan? To spend his rut with an unsuspecting, you? Whatever, tomorrow might be different, but for tonight he's in love. He's jolted out of his sweet musings, by a shuddering and purring little angel, fallen to his chest.

FUCK! Orochimaru was thinking about you so much he forgot about YOU! He was so high in the moment he didn't even notice your bouncing on his cock getting faster or your sweet, sweet mewling sounds getting louder and more intense— and did he really have his hands behind his head like a douchebag at the beach? Sweet Sister Mary what did she do to me?

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Kisame had predicted that you and your captor would be 'finished' in less than a day, and it had been three. He was Getting worried about his Uchiha partner, who had taken to sitting against the wall across from your doorway with Kakuzu, Genjutsu at the ready to hide themselves from whomever came out of it. Eventually they were joined by Hidan and Deidara, as word got around that you had become Orochimaru's sexual prisoner.

The shark man didn't know what to make of it. He'd only met you for a short time during your introduction. He'd been impressed by your fighting ability, and although he was holding back, he got the impression that you were too. The stunt you pulled was cute, but he didn't think it warranted an entire fan club. He especially didn't expect Itachi to become so attachy

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Pain was doing his regular routine of looking out over the village he protected, when he senses a familiar Chakra signature emerging from the floor behind him.

"What do you have to report, Zetsu?"

"Leader Sama, The new acquisition is causing quite a stir among some of our members. It seems that Orochimaru has locked himself and the young female in her room, and have been there for some days. Madara is concerned. Itachi and Kisame are slated to go on a rather important diplomatic mission to Kirigakure, and we fear that if this issue is not resolved soon, the distraction on Itachi's part may negatively impact the mission's outcome."

"I am aware of the situation, and I shall take care of it accordingly."

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Orochimaru awakens hungry, the small purring figure curld up in his arms provokes a contented hum to rumble in his chest. The corners of his mouth curl up in a sly smile, and he sighs in relief. The clouds have cleared from his head, and although his dick is currently hardening from the memories of the past three days, he's not losing his mind anymore.

You wake up warm and comfortable. Long gracile fingers comb lazily through the soft red ridge of fur running down your spine. As consciousness slowly tugs at your eyelids, you begin to notice something, or rather, something missing.

The snake Sannin is present and in front of you, looking down at you with a fond smile. For the past few days, (and nights) every time you tried to rest, you would be jostled awake to find a cock sliding in and out of you, hot puffs of breath ghosting against the back of your neck. Orochimaru never asked to have sex with you, he just did, but from what you read, that was sorta par for the course. 

When all this started, it felt like rape, but to be perfectly honest, the longer it went on, the more normal everything felt. Your heat had even been extended to sync-up with Orochimaru's rut, and the whole experience felt strangely natural. The only thing that felt out of place was your reluctance, but now that you're head is clear, you are starting to feel angry and used.

"Orochimaru Sama?"

"Yes, my dear? The Snake Sannin's voice was airy and languid."

"Why did you do this?"

"It's instinct. I didn't have a choice, just like you."

"No, I mean why did you trick me by using Chakra to suppress your scent? A-And Kabuto... there was nothing natural about that."

"Ah, I see. Well my dear, my clan survived through trickery and coercion. It's the way I was raised, and it's what makes me a proficient Shinobi. You may find me untrustworthy, but I assure you that I do nothing out of malice, but that doesn't make me any less of a criminal. I will do anything to fulfill my own objectives."

"I suppose I should appreciate your honesty."

Honesty is something to be twisted, and shaped to a truth that benefits only you. I have merely given you information. Use it as you will.

As for you Clio Chan, I apologize for the discomfort I have caused you. As you must know, I was, how should I put this?.. Intoxicated. However, I've enjoyed myself immensely, and if it will not effect our working relationship, I would very much like to see you again, under more controlled circumstances.

Orochimaru's voice is disarming, and his eyes draw you in. This man makes you want to obey. You shake the Sannin's subtle hypnosis out of your mind, and decide not to mention what you are sure was an attempt to control you.

I-I will consider your offer, Orochimaru Sama.

Mmmm, Orochimaru hums, his smile is still decidedly unsettling, but you ignore it. All you want now is to bathe, eat and find something to do, to either clear your mind, or at least distract yourself from thinking about the last few days. Gods, the others must think I'm some sort of insane slut. You grown inwardly as you prepare to see your impromptu lover off.

Once you both are dressed, you open the door to your woopy vault, and poke your head out to make sure nobody sees evidence of what they are already likely to know.

"Coast's clear. You whisper with a relieved sigh."

"Mmm," is it now? Orochimaru coos. He forms the sign of the tiger and with a commanding tone speaks the word "RELEASE."

Four very guilty looking men, and one amused blue giant leap to their feet with varying degrees of rage and embarrassment. 

"W-w-what are you guys all doing outside my bedroom— in a Genjutsu??" You're bemused gaze wonders from man to man, than holds on the dark haired man fixing the Sannin with a pointed red glare, tomoe spinning furiously.

Orochimaru says nothing, but only stares back with murderous eyes that betray his coy smile.

Deidara and Hidan brake the uncomfortable silence with loud and hurried voices.

The blond runs to you with a big pleading blue eye that makes your heart twinge. He grabs your hands and pulls you into a shaky hug. "Clio! Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" He holds your arms up and starts to trace your bruises with a concerned frown.

A seething Hidan stands behind him. Rage filled eyes shifting between you, your injuries and the man who inflicted them. His lips disappear into his mouth, and you suddenly wish you were anywhere else but here.

Kakuzu has his turquoise on garnet eyes locked squarely on you, but when you look at him, he refuses to meet your gaze. You can clearly see the disgust in his expression, despite the hood and mask. Is he disgusted with you? He doesn't say a word to you, but simply skulks off to his room, slamming his door behind him.

He's seen everything he needed to see.

You feel dirty.

Kisame just watches his partner stare down the smiling Sannin, ready to jump in between them when necessary.

"I'd love to stay and chat with you all—" Orochimaru states with an edge to his voice that you hadn't heard till now. —but I'm three days behind on some very important work. With that Orochimaru Shunshins away.

You feel more than dirty.

Itachi directs his attention to you. Sharingan still whirling madly. Hidan continues to act like his head is under great pressure, and the only thing keeping him from exploding skull shrapnel and brain-fetti all over the place, is his missing lipped, red faced concentration on you. Kisame, is still amused, and you're convinced Deidara was an overbearing mother in a past life, with all of the disapproving comments disguised as concern.

You feel absolutely disgusting.

"I'm fine!" you hiss at the men. There are just to many judging eyes.

You didn't even want to fuck Orochimaru, but you can't take it back now so everyone should just drop it!

You don't say it out loud but you wanted to. You simply can't afford to look weak in front of anyone else. This was supposed to be your big brake. The end of running from your parents clans. A fresh start. Now it's shattering all around you because of stupid hormones.

You clasp your hands over your face to hide the shameful tears that start welling up, and you growl angrily at the men looking at you with distain. "Look, it wasn't... I didn't... he... nevermind! Just leave me alone!"

You turn and run back into your room and manage to shut and lock the door, before letting out one loud sob. That's it. You think. That's all these fools are getting out of me. I'm not giving up my dignity over this. It happened, it shouldn't have but it did, and that's it. Life goes on, right? RIGHT!

You shower and put on your day makeup. It's actually earlier than you normally start the day, because you were hoping for a cat nap after Orochimaru left, but the incident outside your room nipped that idea right in the bud.

You walk Sullenly through the base and to the kitchen. It's dark and empty as usual but you don't care. You're on a major low right now. Mating takes a lot out of a girl. I bet Chloe is really missing me...

OH SHIT, CHLOE!!!

You gallop through the base frantically looking for your lost cat, raw Tilapia in hand. After a couple of hours your completely winded. You can't keep this up unless you eat and rest, so you toss the fish into your room, and put a boot in the door as a sign to leave it open, than drag your tail to the kitchen for some breakfast.

Of course, it's bad enough to misplace your pet, but now the kitchen is buzzing with life, and although the 'normal you' would have been delighted... the drained, starving, worried, humiliated you, is far less keen. Especially since you're exceptional hearing means that you can hear the current topic of conversation. Yeah, it's you.

Kisame's booming voice is the first thing you hear, and you're ears rotate like satellite dishes when you're name is said.

"Hey, Itachi San, what's your deal anyway? You've been sitting in front of that door for days, what were you thinking you'd hear?"

"Clio and I knew each other as children. I was just insuring her safety."

"How, by listening to her moan?" Several snickers can be heard around the room.

"By listening for anything that might indicate danger. Orochimaru is a sadistic monster who takes and uses. I should have broken in when I first discovered the situation."

"She's a tough little cookie, and she came out perfectly fine." Kisame assures.

"Did she?" Itachi questions.

"A second voice pipes up. Yeah, she could have like, emotional damage or some shit!" Hidan drawls.

"Wow, those are some pretty long words for you, Hidan. I'm surprised you actually know what they mean, hm." Deidara laughs. "I still agree with the idiot though. She was pretty upset when she came out of her room, yeah."

"That's because you idiots were crowding around her like Motherfucking Teresa." Kakuzu gruffs. "Leave her alone. It's none of your business."

"You were there right along with us, old man. How can you even..." Hidan sighs. "Out of all of us, why did she have to choose the snake?"

"She didn't have a choice. It's in her nature. It's written in her genetic code, and it will happen again. I guess you'll just have to get used to it."

A resounding, ""FUCK YOU, KABUTO!!!"" Rushes past the young man's face, causing him to readjust his glasses.

"That's like fucking 'rape' right?" Hidan points out.

"I've read a bit on the matter." Itachi chimes. "Shinobi laws are very fuzzy about the legality of consent when it comes to animal clans. Animal-nin are useful, and the clans are aloud to make their own rules while on their own land. For most clans who are aloud to make their own laws, the Kage or other authority has control over sexual crimes for obvious reasons, but for animal-nin 'rape' is part of their culture. In both of Clio's clans, men and women are paired by their clan's council. There are a few who are aloud to marry outside of the clan, for the purpose of refreshing the bloodline, and limiting birth defects that arise through inbreeding. Usually the women are more than willing to perform a mating for "the good of the clan" but if a female resists, there will be a trial. The woman will challenge the man to deny the mating. Unfortunately, girls whom the council deem likely to fight tradition, are purposely undertrained to prevent her from winning."

Kisame scoffs.  "My clan didn't do that shit. Arranged marriages sure, but the chick always had an out." He sniffs.

"Yeah, but..."

Deidara's words are cut off by a loud gurgling rumble coming from your hungry belly.

You sigh, lifting your chin, you try to put on an air of confidence, even though your insides feel like their writhing with baby snakes. Maybe Orochimaru laid eggs in my esophagus after all.

"Good morning, you chirp with a side of haughtiness. What's for breakfast?"

A cacophony of deep good mornings grumble back. The only one who has the guts to look you in the eye is Kabuto. Asshole.

"Don't stop talking on my account, unless you've stopped talking on my account." You snark.

Your ear twitches, and you sneeze. "Hm, delayed reaction."

"How much did you hear? Kakuzu rumbles."

"From the part where Kisame said y'all were listening to me fuck for three days..."

(Silence)

"I'll ask again. You warn. What. Is. For. Breakfast?"

"Uh, Itachi?" Kisame prods.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot!" Itachi moves to get up from the kitchen table.

You stick your hand out in front of the Uchiha's face, like a crossing guard stopping traffic. "Forget it! I'll do it."

You set to work cheerfully getting ingredients and cutlery ready.

"Yer not going to poison us all, are ya babe?" Hidan hurumphs, eyeing you suspiciously.

You whip your head around and glare at Hidan with a too big, toothy smile. "Not today, Hidan." Your fangs glint in the morning sun, streaming through the window behind you. It's creepy.

Hidan winces, he goes for the door intending to leave. Without warning a large bone cleaver goes whizzing through the air, embedding it's self deeply in the door frame, mere centimeters from Hidan's nose.

The whites of the Jashinnist's eyes grow huge, his pupils shrink to pin points, and his head creeks slowly to look at you. You lean on one foot and tap the other impatiently. Your arms are crossed over your chest, the large butcher knife in your hand pats your sholder menacingly, and you shoot him a look that could rival Kakuzu's most serious "try me" face.

"Sit down, Hidan. I'm making fucking breakfast for you! We're going to forget everything that happened between all of us, starting from when Kakuzu grabed me and stomped my guts in the woods, to just now when I threatened to subdivide Hidan's skull. We'll start this over again, and in time we'll become one big, happy, motherfucking family, ALRIGHT?!"

"Ahem... So, how about them Packers?"

"Oh, I don't watch American football."

"Hey, have you seen my latest poison? It makes the subject laugh themselves to death. Right Hidan?"

"Ugh, don't remind me."

"Hey, that's really neat, Sasori Dana, yeah. Will it kill via skin contact? I'd like to add some to my art."

"Eh, maybe with a few tweaks..."

The forced normalcy gives way to real conversation as you cook. At one point Itachi comes over to watch you and steal vegetables.

"You know you're basically making what I was going to make. Right? You didn't have to. I'm happy to do it."

"So am I. Besides, mine will be better." You smile knowingly as you stir the bubbling and steaming pots.

"How can you be so confident when you haven't even tasted my cooking?"

"Oh, I'm sure you're cake and shake brings the boys to the front yard, but trust me. Your gonna like mine better."

"Why?"

"Cuz, food always tastes better when someone else wants to cook it for you."

Itachi tilts his head. He mulls the idea over, turning it this way and that in his brain. The last time someone 'wanted' to cook for him was his mom, and even than he wasn't sure if she wanted to or did it out of duty to her family. Is there a difference? His train of thought is derailed when he sees you add way too much salt to the fish and not enough miso in the soup. His eyebrow twitches ever so slightly, but you see it.

"Itachi."

"Mm?"

"Have you ever heard that saying "too many cooks in the kitchen?"

A whisper of a smile graces Itachi's face. "Am I distracting you, Clio San?" He asks, not looking up from your cooking.

"Your no distraction I can't handle. I used to work in the grungiest, cheapest, worst conditions imaginable. We're talkin' wall to wall drunken Shinobi and methed-out street thugs."

"Mhm, explains why Kakuzu and Hidan were there. Itachi snarks."

"I heard that, Uchiha! Kakuzu grumbles."

You giggle. "You're gonna get in trouble with Daddy Kuzu, and he'll take away your sweets allowance."

"Hidan, did you tell her to call me that?"

Hidan puts up his arms and slaps his shirtless pecs with both hands. He feignes innocence. "Do I look like the kinda douchebag who'd give an innocent young girl that kinda ammo?"

"Yes."

"Than your eyes don't deceive you my friend." This wins Hidan a round of laughter.

"Don't encourage him." Both you and Kakuzu say at the same time.

"Whoa, sweetie, say it ain't so! Tell me ya ain't taken' after Daddy Kuzu, eh?"

"Hidaaan..." Kakuzu warns.

"What did he mean by "that kinda ammo, Kakuzu?" You ask.

"Keep calling me that, and you'll find out, Girlie."

Something in Kakuzu's voice when he gives that warning causes your hackles to rise just a bit.

"Hey Clio, When's the grub?" Kisame booms.

"It's all done."

Itachi begins plating the food and you serve. You notice that Sasori had snuck out while you were cooking, and had been replaced by a bouncing Tobi

"Tobi wants to eat at the bar!" He chirps, and in a flurry of arms and legs, the man child sits on one of the kitchen barstools facing away from the table.

You shrug, and bring Tobi his food.

"Ooohhh boooy, this looks sooo good! Thank you Clio Chan!"

"Your very welcome, Tobi."

"Tobi's a good boy!"

You unconsciously ruffle Tobi's hair, making him giggle, before having a seat at the table. You're pretending not to watch pretty much everyone for their assessment of the food. You made the same traditional breakfast that Itachi was planning, because heck, the ingredients were already there. Sure you had to step on his toes a little, but he didn't mind. Okay, so he minded some, but whatever.

Breakfast consisted of rice, grilled salmon, miso soup with tofu, natto topped with green onion, sliced medium boiled eggs, braised spinach with sesame dressing, and pickled vegetables. If you had your way, you would have added some nori and a pickled plum, but they didn't have pickled plum, and the nori they had was old and stale, so you tossed it.

At first everyone eats quietly, until Hidan (with a mouth full of rice) mumbles. "Told ya she was a fantastic fucking cook."

Kakuzu seconds that with a satisfied... something between a grunt and an- oh my God that wasn't sexy at all -growl.

Kisame looks you dead in the eye and says "this is the best fucking salmon I've ever had in my life." Totally deadpan.

You give a shy squint and blush. You wave off his praise with a giggle.

"Om nom mm snort yum! Clio Chan is the best cook in the world!"

Deidara blushes and little hearts and stars dance around his head. "So gooood!"

"Aw, stop it! You guys!"

"Hey, where's Orochimaru and Kabuto."

There's a long silence, and you begin to feel like you've said something wrong by even bringing them up.

Seeing your discomfort Deidara speaks up. "They eat downstairs, their a little... um... antisocial, hm."

"And Their a pair of ass wipes!" Hidan barks.

"Hidan, don't make me kill you." Kakuzu gruffs.

"Nah, ask Uchiha! Those heathen fucks are twisted!"

"And this coming from the damn Zelot."

"They... how should I put this, Kisame clears his throat. They collect Jutsu. But not by stealing scrolls and stuff like that. They take what they want from living people." Kisame takes a sip of water and continues. "Children usually."

"So you guys don't kill children? Didn't Deidara say he uses bombs? Pretty hard to discriminate with explosives."

Deidara jumps out of his chair so suddenly, it falls back and clatters to the floor behind him.

"Okay yeah, I do a lot of indiscriminate killing sure, and kids get killed, but I don't sneak around, kill their parents, pretend to be their savior, dissect them alive, and then abandon them in some hole to rot, or floating around in a tube!"

"I-I didn't mean to make you angry, Deidara! I didn't know! I'm sorry."

"I mean, I'm a killer, a bad guy, but I'm not like him, right?" Deidara's voice shakes with anger and uncertainty. "RIGHT?"

Kisame pats the boy's sholder.

"I should start clearing up the dishes." You explain and begin clearing away the empty plates. When you get to Itachi's dishes he grabs your hand. You wait, Itachi is just staring down at his empty plate, deep in thought about something. Presently, his eyes meet yours, and you half expect him to activate his Sharingan. Instead his face softens, and he flashes you a whisp of a smile

You were right, you know. His voice a deep sad whisper.

How's that? You cock your head in question.

The food does taste better when someone else makes it for you. Especially if that someone is you, Clio.

Chapter Text

Some time within the next month or so, you were allowed to move around the base without your Chakra collar, so you could train with the lads. The C4 collar had to stay on until Pain was satisfied with your claimed allegiance to the groups 'cause.'

Most of the members didn't even believe in Pain's ideals, but they were built for war, and really didn't have anything better to do. Here they could do their thing, and get paid for it as long as their assigned objectives were completed. The rest of their time was their own.

Do you want to collect bounties for money? Fine. Or collect souls for Jashin? Okee dokee. Maybe you prefer creating and collecting puppets made of people? All the better. Even collecting and experimenting with kekkei genkai from youngsters who were still using them... bokay... just share.

You on the other hand, you had no such luxury. You've spent so much time running, you didn't have time to pick up a hobby. Collecting anything was out of the question because you moved around too much. The one thing you did want to do was travel. Not like the way you had been, hiding in hodunk towns, and doing shitty jobs to survive. You wanted to see the world, without the fear of being caught by a stinking bounty hunter.

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During training it was determined that you wouldn't join a single team. It was decided that you would serve the group better as an extra gun, and be sent with the group who could best benefit from your particular talents. There were also times when teams would be split up and mixed if Pain deemed it necessary. If you could improve enough and you jelled well with a particular pair, you might be teamed with them.

Basically, your biggest effective Jutsu is a fast blitz attack that could be used as crowd control. You could also fight with no small amount of finesse, your speed and agility is second to none in the Akatsuki. However, you can't take a hit for shit, mostly because you're so used to escaping. Kakuzu only caught you because of your damn cocky compliance. Being able to evade everything is how you managed to live this long, with what felt like the entire world against you. You're also quite strong, able to cleave, gut and rip off limbs of a standard Shinobi. The downside of your bloodline limit is that it only lasts about 5 minutes.

Having to leave your Sensei Nekobaa well before your training was complete, meant that you never learned to expand your tiny Chakra reserves. This handicap made you a glass canon at best, a last resort at worst. Fortunately for you, your Lykenthrope form is not the only one you have. Other than your wolf and cat form, you have one more, that's perfect for training your Chakra storage. Only trouble is you hate it.

"Stop bitching and do it, Girlie!"

"Fuck you, your not my father!"

(Peanut gallery snickers)

Kakuzu has been standing in front of you with his arms folded patiently for several minutes, trying to get you to show Pain and the others what you just showed him during training. You mirror his stance, flat refusing. There is no way these guys are seeing that abomination of a wolf-cat hybrid! The only reason Kakuzu saw it, was because you were tired and distracted.

"Stop being a goddamn brat, Clio!"

"MAKE ME!"

"Kakuzu, Allow me." Pain strides towards you, and Kakuzu backs away.

There are several knowing Ooooooooos that make it sound like your a old-timey kid, and you're about to get the paddling of a lifetime.

You turn your head, drop your hands to your side and your face goes a bit slack. You don't know what's gonna happen, but you do know it's not gonna be tea and biscuits. He seems to walk up from behind in slow motion, than puts his hand out in front of him, palm facing you. You close your eyes, knowing running from this guy is futile.

"ELEMENTAL PULL"

Damn it! Not you too!

The peanut gallery is destroyed by laughter as Pain holds you by the scruff of your neck.

Oh, the unadulterated humiliation.

"Clio San, do us all the courtesy of complying with your orders, or I will deem you unfit to join the Akatsuki and you will be disposed of."

"Kakuzu, will you do the honors?"

"With pleasure."

All laughter ceases, and the looks on the others faces tell you all you need to know. You have pushed back too far.

Kakuzu's disembodied arm, rockets toward you like it was shot from a canon. It hits your neck at velocity, and you hear a crack. Pain and the inability to breathe follows. You open your eyes when you feel your feet leave the floor, but all you see is tangled cables and pipework. You try to gasp when the pipework speeds away, but you can't take a breath. Everyone  starts to yell as Kakuzu slams your body to the cement floor. Than nothing... Not again...

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No pain, floating, happy little clouds.

"She's waking up, hm"

"Ooo yellow clouds! Is it gonna rain pee?"

"She's fucking out of it."

"That's the point. I don't need her squirming while I work on her. I have to admit, I'm used to working on people who are a lot more... dead."

"Well, that's why we're here Sasori, to keep you from making her your corpse bride, or whatever fucking weird shit you get up to in this creapy place."

"Oh, a bride puppet, let me right that down."

"For fuck’s sake, Sasori. Finish on her already!"

"Hidan, I wish you'd rephrase that, yeah."

"Oh, you're not yellow pee clouds, you're Deidara. Thank goodness!"

Hidan cackles wildly. "Piss cloud!"

"Clio, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Four."

"Close enough."

"Okay, Clio, can you count backwards from five?"

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, contact!"

"What the fuck?"

"She did it, that's all I care about. Whatever gets you out of my room fastest."

"Oi, Clio, can you say, Deidara is a pissy bitch?"

"That's sooooo mean!"

"Damn it!"

"fuck off Hidan, hm!"

"I'm giving her the reversal injection now. Stand back."

"Why should we stand ba..."

You feel a pin prick in your arm, than all of your muscles cramp up at once. You wake up screaming from an overwhelming sense of dread. Sitting bolt upright you punch the first thing you see. 

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN THAT?!!"

Poor Deidara stumbles back into Hidan, and they both fall over on a pile of wooden arms and legs.

Hidan picks up a lower leg, waring a stiletto healed shoe. "This bitch tripped me!" He laughs.

Deidara, showing the beginnings of a good shiner, picks up an arm, arranges the fingers into a peace sign, than jabs it into Hidan's eyes!

"GAHHH! Fucker!"

"Clio, please leave and take your stooges with you."

You rub your eyes and try to speak but all you can manage is a whisper.

You shoot Sasori with a look, easily conveying the sentiment: "what the actual fuck?"

"It'll be fine in a few days. If I was an actual medic I could have fixed it but I'm not, so shoo!"

"Hey Sasori Dana, can your medical Ninjutsu take care of a black eye?"

"Yes... now get out."

"Aww, maaan!"

You've never really had a good close look at Sasori, without his Akatsuki cloak on, but now here he is, and you're struck with fear. In the short time that you've been here, you've kinda avoided the man as much as you could. He has a creepy demeanor, and you don't care for his puppets either. It's the uncanny nature of dolls and puppets you don't like. They don't look real, just real enough to freak you out. Now in a room surrounded by puppets and puppet parts, you see the reason why the redhead unnerved you so much. He's a puppet, no, worse, a doll!

Underneath a black sleeveless t-shirt moves a living marionette. His skin is perfectly smooth and unblemished. His eyes move and blink, but the movement is too smooth and unnatural. His head swivels from side to side, on a line that goes all the way around his neck, and his shoulders, upper, and lower arms show obvious joints. But maybe the worst thing of all about Sasori, is how his fingers, elbows, mouth and face move without joinings of any kind.

You continue to stare, hoping to find something that could explain Sasori's existence. Well, Jutsu, obviously, but how, why?

The redhead rolls his eyes when he notices you. He puts out one hand, palm down, as though he's inviting a frightened dog to sniff. And you do.

Old Linden and Basswood, turpentine, Tung oil and beeswax.

Your hair stands on end and your fur bristles. Sasori turns his hand to show fingers that move naturally and you relax. you place your own nimble fingers against his hand. It's cold. Hard. You press, and the flesh doesn't give.

Sasori watches the panic rise in your emerald eyes. Your pupils narrow, as thin as a sheet of paper. The puppet master's blasé smile, slowly morphs into a devilish smerk.

As fast as a fox trap, Sasori's hand snaps shut. The hardness of the wood stings your knuckles, as though somebody smacked them with a ruler.

You squeek, a sound as quiet as a mouse through your swollen esophagus, but meant to be much louder. You hop off the stainless steel gerny and skitter to find the door. Hidan is having a great day for laughs, if it wasn't for that one time when he thought his partner killed you. He continues to cackle as Deidara opens the door for you to escape.

Sasori picks up a syringe full of purple liquid, preparing to get back to work. Hidan, still laughing, saunters up beside the smaller man and rests a large, well muscled arm around his shoulders. "I think she likes you."

Sasori eyes The silver haired devil, smiles, than jabs him in the bicep with the needle and thumbs the plunger.

"AHHH! FUCK! WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS ONE DO?!"

"I guess we'll find out soon enough."

"Naw, seriously man, what's it do?"

"I don't know."

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Flashback - 2 weeks ago

You had been reading something you found in the library about local wild shrubbery. Needless to say, you were bored. A knock on the door made you spring out of bed, and you were just praying it was one of the good ones. It was. You were delighted to see Deidara standing in your doorway, silly smerk and all. He had a purring little bundle in his arms, and you squeed like a pig to see your little menace again. You dragged the giggling teen into your room and gave him a big bear hug, almost squishing your cat in the process. You both sat up all night talking about art, and shrubbery, and eye liner. He complained about how before you showed up, he had the best hair in the Akatsuki, which made you cackle like Hidan. He was haughty, pretentious and vain, but he was also one of the sweetest people you'd ever met. He left that night promising to be your illicit litter runner, and cat food procurer.

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Today

Chloe stretched out big, and you contracted her yawn. The vault door didn't exactly fulfill it's intended purpose, but it came in handy for keeping Chloe a secret. For now anyway. You shift in your bed to find a comfortable position to continue perusing the oh so engrossing edible plants field manual, than take a sip of water. your throat hurts, and you feel like crying when you think about Kakuzu, and what he did. You knew he was mean and he hated you, especially since that Orochimaru thing. You'll never forget that look of disgust. He looked at you like tainted meat. It was horrible. Ever since then he would seem to be getting along with you, then the bottom would drop out and he couldn't stand to be around you. You'd heard he had a bad temper, and that his outbursts were lethal, but damn!

There's a knock on the door, and you leep up to welcome what must surely be Deidara. You toss Chloe in the bathroom, just incase, and swing the door open to greet your visitor.

Orochimaru steps forward to prevent any 'door face slamming.' You wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, mostly because you're backing up on the verge of panic. "Good afternoon, my dear. I hear you had a rough training session this morning."

Kabuto rounds the corner and you chitter, unable to hiss.

"Don't worry Clio San, were not here to hurt you." Kabuto's voice is condescending but not threatening. "I'm a medical-nin, I can help." He begins to close the door behind him, but you leep forward and grab the handle forcing it wide open.

Your transformation is faster than your cat or Lykenthrope forms.

Your clothes stretch but don't rip, since in this form you don't grow the full size you're able to. Instead of transforming into a snarling wolf, you become something more akin to a Worgen, but with a long tail and markings like a bangal cat. You're legs are like that of an animal but you stand upright. Kabuto swallows hard, but Orochimaru's smug smerk widens to a delighted smile. His eyes gleam, almost sparkling. He was... excited?

You point a long clawed finger at the Sannin, and point to the exit in a silent command for him to leave.

Ignoring your demand, Orochimaru tries to... flirt with you? "Clio Chan, what is this creature? You look so powerful, beautiful." He coos, as he approaches you at 2x speed. Kabuto continues to gape at you in silent awe, as his master runs thin pale hands over your furred sides, letting them rest on your ample hips, while ogling you shamelessly.

Helplessly stunned at the lack of the snake man's helpless stunnedment, you plop onto your bed, and just sit there in defeat as Orochimaru begins to examine you.

All at once the two men are snatched away by a pair of big tattooed arms. Kakuzu glares at them with jeweled bicolor eyes of flame, and growls ferociously. "The lady asked you to leave!" He snarls. Hot steem wafts against their faces from the stitched man's breath.

You run to the door and grab Kabuto from Kakuzu's grip, tearing the medic's shirt collar in the process. Without giving the angry old Shinobi time to retaliate, you shove him and the Sannin—still hanging from his fist—out the door, than slam it shut.

You turn to the young medic and point to your neck.

"Uh, okay, but you have to go back to your original form."

You nod in agreement and return to normal.

Kabuto sighs.

You know he's a skilled Shinobi, possibly even more dangerous than you. So why did he freeze like I was Medusa eyeing him for a garden gnome? You decide to fold that thought up and tuck it into your waistband for later. Right now Kabuto is using warm green light of delight on your aching neck.

"Uh, Clio?"

"Mm." Your voice is barely above a whisper.

"About that thing that happened between you and I with Orochimaru Sama..."

"What about it?"

"You enjoyed it right?"

"What?!"

"Because I told him I didn't want to if you weren't going to be into it, and people kept calling me out on it, like, saying we took advantage of your heat."

"I said stop, Kabuto."

"I-I know. It's just that Orochimaru Sama— he's very convincing and tremendously powerful. I would do anything for him."

"You make him sound like a God."

"Maybe he is. To me anyway."

"You admire dishonesty that much?"

"Dishonesty is just part of the package, as it is with any Shinobi. You know my other specialty is espionage, right?"

"Mm, no, I didn't, but it explains a lot."

"You look down on me, don't you?"

Kabuto pushes his glasses up on his nose. His ever present cocky smerk is still there, and his eyes are cruel, but in between his sent of old leather, paper, glue and ink are notes of pain, like an emptiness desperate to be filled.

"Maybe, at first..."

"...but not now?"

"No, not now, but that doesn't mean I trust you."

"I wouldn't expect you to, nore would I suggest it either."

The medic-nin completes the healing on your neck, and you give it a few good cracks, much to the dismay of your medic.

"My neck feels much better now, Kabuto, thank you."

"I'm not finished, Sasori told us you were slammed head first into a cement floor."

"Sasori, told you about my injuries?"

"Mhm, he said you were hurt more than he was qualified to deal with, and insisted we come and check you over."

"Is that why you're here?"

"Yes, I'm usually the one to handle training 'accidents' but I guess some of the other members didn't want us touching you. We didn't even know you were hurt."

"Wait, lemmy get this straight— Sasori of the Red Sand... came to you... To help me..."

"Right."

"...and you showed up here, to do just that?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Frankly, I didn't realize that any of you gave a shit whether I lived or died."

Kabuto stops his Chakra examination of your noggin, and deadpans. "Are you fucking serious right now?" He pushes up his glasses again and laughs. "Everyone fucking loves you, Clio. Orochimaru Sama never stops talking about "his little one." Itachi is constantly creeping on you, and Deidara's stopped making birds in favor of little cats for his bombs."

You scoff. "I don't believe any of that for a minute!" You shout finally finding your voice. The strain of raising your voice also raises your blood pressure and you grab your head in agony. You suddenly feel violently ill, and you fall to your knees from dizziness. You're empty stomach begins to churn and you throw up bitter yellow bile before falling into convulsions. Kabuto runs to the door and yells for Orochimaru. The Last thing you remember is losing the vision in your left eye, and hearing someone say "she's having a seizure."

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Pappa called this war.

At some point your little legs give out, so you scrunch yourself up behind a tree. There are lots of people around your house and in the rice field. Pappa won't like it if they make the water muddy. A bright orange light catches your eye. your grandmother's home is on fire. You've seen what fire can do before. That summer was so hot, that the sun burned the grass, and set the trees on fire. You saw a house burning, and people crying. Tears fill your eyes, because you know there will be nothing left soon. You want to go to the big tree, but it's dark, and you can't find Pappa's sent trail. There's a smell coming off the wind that kinda reminds you of your hands after holding the swing chains too long. Like metal or something.

Someone's coming, you freeze in place. There's a man slowly walking through the brambles. How did they get so close so fast? They stop and sniff, than disappear. A tiny gasp escapes your lips. Where did he go? A soft thud behind you has you whirling around and your plucked from your hiding spot like one picks up a doll.

"Ain't I the lucky one?" The stranger laughs. I think I found what we were looking fooor!

You look around for the man's companion, but he's alone.

We better get you back to the captain, right fast! Fuckin' yuk! You smell like dog!

As the man carries you back towards the burning building, you can see people hitting each other, and even more people sleeping in the wet grass. Why is the grass black?

Your almost back to your burning home when the man drops you. You yalp when you hit the ground. You want to run away, but you're ankle hurts too much.

There's a strange sound, like clanking metal, than a shriek. One side of the man's body falls to the ground behind you, and the other side tumbles in front of you, and lots of warm sticky liquid that smells like metal splooshes right on top of you.. You pick up one of the long shiny tubes that fell on your head with the liquid. It's soft and smells really bad.

"Don't touch that!" A woman's voice shouts.

You jump, and drop the poo tube as instructed. At first you think it's your mother, but she would never scold you so loudly. Your picked up again but this time the person sets you gently on a female hip. It comforts you. You look up to see a long thin sword, and long black hair.

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Someone's holding your hand. You try to concentrate on the feeling to ground you, and calm the nausea roiling up in your belly... or is that hunger? The hand is big, rough and so, so hot. Calloused fingers stroke up and down your arm until your skin is raw. A deep gasp surprises you out of sleep and you twitch.

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The boiling hot hands that were comforting you have disappeared. You open your eyes, but the room is empty of anything living. Only the dead empty faces of puppets return your gaze. I hate everything right now.

You hear a creek, a long rectangle of light opens up on the wall beside your head, and you pray it's one of the good ones. Damn it. Not so lucky this time. You try to move but it's no use. Your middle has been wrapped tight with bindings again.

"Well, well, our resident cat is awake."

"Please don't call me that, Sasori."

"Who was talking to you?"

Sasori bends down in front of the bed. BED? That's right, you're lying on an actual bed, and not a steel tray made for autopsies. When Pinocchio stands up, he's holding a fickle little ball of fluff.

"Chloe!"  Dirty little turncoat!

"Chloe?" Sasori chuckles. "I get it. How cute. (Klee-oh) (Kloh-ee) delightful."

"Why am I in your room again?"

"You had a seizure, and this is the safest place for you in your 'condition.' We can't have people crawling into bed with you while you're healing from your injuries, and believe me, it looked like some people were considering it."

"You snort. No one's in rut, are they?"

"No."

"Than I doubt anyone cares enough to do that. Not since I was tainted."

"That's not a thing, Clio. Sasori laughs. Your naivety is adorable."

"Sasori?"

"Hmm?"

"Do the guys around here actually like me?"

Sasori looks up from the fuzzy trader in his arms. He places her on the foot of the bed, and tilts his head on a joint hidden under his chin. You shiver.

"It's not for me to say, Clio, but judging by the amount of visitors you receive on a daily basis, I'd have to say, most of the Akatsuki– if not all –believe that you are an important addition to the group. Many on a personal level."

"Really? "Deily?" How long have I..."

"Five days. Orochimaru and Kabuto have been diligent in caring for you."

"Your jaw would hit the floor if you were allowed to stand up."

"So, why am I tied up?"

"You had to be immobilized because of the thrashing. You had several serious subdural hematoma, and cerebral edema. Orochimaru pulled out some very secret and very forbidden techniques to prevent brain damage. The bleeding was minimal at first, but I informed Orochimaru and Kabuto as soon as you left."

"Oh... uh... thank you. Sasori."

"Don't thank me. They were the ones who slaved over you to keep you alive. I didn't do anything."

"If it wasn't for you, I would have died."

Sasori nods. You hate the way his head moves, and you feel guilty for it.

"Sasori?"

"The redhead sighs. What is it now, girl?!"

"How long have you been a puppet?"

"Almost 20 years."

You gape. "D-Do you ever wish you could be human again?"

"No." Sasori's answer is matter of fact.

"Can you feel?"

The redhead stares forward. He seems to be looking through the walls of the tower at something in the distance.

I didn't know puppets could have a 'thousand yard stare.'

"Yes, I can, but not in this body."

"You have more than one?" Your eyes widen with morbid curiosity.

"You know Clio, curiosity killed the cat."

"Yes, but satisfaction brought it back."

"You grin playfully at the Marionette, and he smiles wistfully."

"I like the way I am now, but if you're that eager to learn, than I'll show you my ugly little secret."

You watch him intently as he slices through the immobilizing bandages with a scalpel. He carefully helps you to the side of the bed. The puppet master is surprisingly attentive, as he bends down to slip on a pair of blue non skid hospital socks, than wraps you in a plush robe. "You'll need these. It's cold upstairs."

"Where are we going?" You ask, as Sasori helps you to your feet.

"My poison room."

You still for a moment, and turn to your care giver.

His face has returned to the cold placid expression he normally wears. However his brows furrow a little when he sees your trepidation.

You smile sweetly. "I trust you, Sasori."

His eyes relax, and the sides of his tired grin move higher.

Sasori helps you to an old, rot iron elevator. The red paint has chiped off the swirling vine design of the rusting open metalwork.

"Don't worry little doll, it's safe."

He ushers you inside, it's a tight fit despite your small statures, and Sasori holds you tight against his wooden frame.

"Hold your robe close, we wouldn't want it getting caught."

You obey, and Sasori pulls your long messy curls between his and your shoulders.

"Ready?"

You nod.

The puppet master's smile widens, and he seems almost giddy, as he pulls the dumwaiter's starting mechanism. It goes pitch black, and you tighten your grip nervously. He inwardly both enjoys and curses your innocent allure. He had no intention of taking you upstairs, but with the other members all gone on missions, he couldn't have asked for a better time for you to wake from your slumber.

He imagines you as a pure and beautiful princess, risen from the curse of sleep by prophecy, to return her beloved monster's body his heart, and in doing so they shall live happily ever after. However, Sasori is not a fool, he knows such things are fantasy, but isn't his entire existence built on fantasy? He's unsure.

When the openwork door slides away, your greeted to a strange sight. It's a small room, long and cramped. On one side there's a work counter that runs the length of the space. The wall above is covered in shelves, filled with carefully labeled, and indexed jars, bottles and vials. Below the work counter are drawers of herbs, minerals and animal parts, some of which you recognize, and others a complete mystery.

On the other side of the room hang dozens of identical full body puppets. Each one looking exactly like your host. There is an aisle in the middle, just wide enough for one.

But the most eye catching item in the small secret chamber, is a human body suspended in a cylindrical glass tank filled with light green liquid. It's pale skin and flame red hair leaves little doubt to the identity of the corpse.

"Is this... your real body, Sasori?"

"It is."

"But why? Why would you do this to yourself?"

"Because the world is full of pain and loss. I simply didn't want to deal with it anymore. Puppets are beautiful, and eternal works of art– when cared for correctly. They don't cry, they don't love and they are never curious. Sasori gives you a pointed look."

"So you feel nothing?"

"Almost nothing."

"What do you mean."

"There is still a part of my human body that can't be replaced. Yet. My puppet body has no touch receptors, and no brain. However, thanks to the Jutsu being incomplete, there is one last piece of me that harbors emotion, however slight."

Sasori moves toward the tank that keeps his mortal coil from unraveling. He points at the perfect hole in it's chest. Many tubes and wires hang from the opening where the heart should be.

"You still have your heart?"

He nods sadly. "You can't possibly imagine how many times I've wanted to press that button" and leave the possibility of mortality forever. He gestures to a large red button right in front of you, with a label that reads 'LIQUEFY.'

You step back from the button, and the intrusive thought of accidentally grinding the puppet master's living flesh to pulp. Jutsu is an amazing thing, imagine having all of your memories uploaded from your brain onto your heart.

"There must be a reason for keeping it around. You insist."

Sasori looks at you with a devilishly raised eyebrow. "Truly, you are an innocent soul, my princess."

You glance away from tube Sasori, to look at puppet Sasori with a look scrunched in confusion. "Huh? What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

"Do you wish to aid me with an experiment, Clio San?"

What?.. Sure! As long as it doesn't involve cut n' shuffling your real body." You say with a squinting smile.

Sasori feels his heart skip a beat, and he's glad he doesn't have any breath to hitch. "Very well. It's been a while since I've tested my real body to see if it's still viable. In fact I've never tested it's viability."

"Oh! Shouldn't you have Orochimaru do this with you?"

"Normally I would, I'm sure something like this would fascinate him, but there are two inescapable flaws with that plan."

"What flaws?"

"One, Orochimaru isn't here, and two, I brought you, and only you up here, because I wished to SHOW you, and ONLY you."

"Why?"

"I honestly don't know, but if all goes well, my body should be pristine and unspoiled. Hmm, I should probably have brought a towel... no matter. The process is simple. All you have to do..."

"Wha–what me?!"

"Of course. You don't expect me to transfer my own heart to a different body, do you?"

"Well, I..."

"Relax, and breathe. You'll be fine."

"It's not me I'm worried about."

Another skipped heartbeat.

"Would it help if I promise not to die?"

"Maybe."

"Listen to me, princess." Sasori takes you by the shoulders and pulls you close. Once you are looking into his eyes he makes you a sincere promise.

Sasori let's you go to remove his shirt, than points to a white cylinder protruding from his wooden chest. It reads scorpion in red Kanji. "This is my heart. I won't die if this remains intact, and it is very strong. If something goes wrong with the body just slip it right back in. Okay?"

You nod, and Sasori makes himself comfortable on the floor.

"Press the green button that says drain. NOT the red one. When the tank is empty the tubes will release, and the hatch will open, move the obstructions aside, and push the cylinder into the hole in the chest. You won't need much force, the cylinder will make it's own way in."

"Uh, o-okay."

"Clio."

"Huh?"

Sasori grins. "I entruste my heart to you. Please take it." At that moment Sasori pulls the cylinder containing everything that is him from his own chest. Veins and arteries stretch and snap, as he holds it out to you. Finally, with all of the connections severed, the eyes of Sasori's husk go dark and hollow.

You grab the object from his wooden hands, frozen as though carved from one piece of wood. You wait an eternity for the tank to drain. When the hatch opens, you step inside to brush the dangling tubes over the corpses shoulder, like one would brush aside the hair of a loved one. You barely have to place the container to the body, when the veins and arteries of both the body and the cylinder begin to connect to each other by themselves. You stand back and wait nervously, with your hands clasped together in front of you, and your shoulders high and tense.

You jump a mile when the living breathing Sasori slams the sides of the tank with two powerful hands, so hard the glass cracks from the impact. He bends over, and wretches until the last of the green liquid is expelled from his lungs. He holds himself in place, trembling like a leaf. The most gut wrenching wail escapes his freshly cleared lungs and tears, begin pouring from his eyes. You have never seen such a pained expression.

"Sasori! What is it?!"

"C-Cold, s-so c-cold!" He wimpers. His lips curl in a grimace showing chattering white teeth.

You can't move at first, suddenly stunned by how human Sasori looks.

"B-Bath, p-please C-C-Cl-leo!" He pleads.

You're whipped back to your senses, and fling yourself forward. You wrap the blue lipped Sasori in your robe, help his trembling form to the elevator, and pull the leaver. You listen to the fast uneven rattle of his breath, while you wait for the door to open. You can not believe what's happening right now. A million things are going through your mind, as you practically carry the freezing man to the communal bath.

Will he survive? Will we get in trouble? How will he handle having feelings after so long? Will he want to stay like this? How will this affect his ability to fight? And most importantly, will I accidentally scald the man?! He's cold and he hasn't bathed in years. Shit, no time to think. I'll just go in with him.

You start the water, and set the freezer burned puppet man on the circular bench surrounding the inside of the bath. You quickly realized that your wearing nothing but a hospital gown an freaking socks.

"Umm, Sasori?"

"W-w-what?"

"Who undressed me?"

Sasori makes a noise that kinda sounds like a laugh. "W-we d-drew s-straws."

"WHAT?!!"

"K-Kiddddding i-it was K-Kon-n-nan."

Not wanting to wait any longer for the tub to fill, you take a bamboo basin from the wash station, and begin ladling hot water over the redhead, but not before testing it out on yourself first. By the time you turn off the water, Sasori's violent shaking was reduced to occasional tremors, as the warmth tries to reach his core.

You sit down and wrap your arm around the redhead's neck, and give him a sturdy shake. You come up nose to nose to him, and put on your best shit-eating grin. "Soooo, was it worth it?"

Sasori smiles and nods. "Absolutely not!"

You ruffle his hair and push him away.

You both laugh.

Although he's taller and a good 16 years older than you. Sasori looks every bit a teenager, all the way down to his baby soft skin, and freckles from the Sunagakure sun. He must have been younger than you when he changed himself. What could have happened for him to become so jaded at such a young age? Perhaps it's not a good idea to pry. He must be feeling a million foreign emotions right now.

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SASORI:

Gods, I'm so Godamn horny right now! What I wouldn't give to bounce her on my cock.

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"Sasori? Are you alright?"

"I don't know. It's a lot. I'm not sure how much of this I can take."

"This must be very difficult for you. You don't have to hide your feelings from me, I would never judge you."

"Oh Gods, I couldn't..."

"Please, if I knew what you were feeling, maybe I could help."

Sasori's face turns fifty shades of gray and he looks like he's going to faint.

"Holy shit, Sasori! What's wrong?! Is the bath too hot? Should we get out?"

Sasori shakes his head. "I-I just need some water I think."

"Okay."

Still wearing a thin hospital gown, you do your best to wrap it around yourself, but it clings to you in all the wrong places. Sasori watches you like a lion stalking a gazelle as you hastily find a towel to cover yourself with. You grab a disposable cup, and run the tap cold, the redhead guzzles the water down with an exaggerated sigh of relief. He than playfully grabs your ankle, and pleades for you to get back into the bath with him, so you do.

"Clio, you asked me what I was feeling earlier. Do you really want to know?"

"Of course I do. I can't imagine how jarring this must be for you."

"Hoo yes, this is madness."

"So?"

"Oh, right, um well, it's just that... I'm... Gods."

Sasori motions for you to come close, as to whisper something in your ear. You comply, and the scorpion says something that he'd told you before, but this is the first time you've understood.

"Your naivety is adorable."

He cups his hand over your cheek and kisses you, than pulls you into a hug. You freeze like a deer caught in headlights. Nimble fingers work the ties of your gown, but you do nothing to stop the puppet master from removing it.

"I've only ever felt a woman's body against me once, princess, but if you'll allow me, I promise to do anything to fulfill your needs. Please, tell me your desires."

Nobody's ever spoken to you like this before. Sasori's human eyes are beautiful and sincere. He takes your breath away when he lifts you up, and sets you on his lap.

"It's your move, my little doll. Will you let me take you?"

A knock on the door answers his question for him, and you remove yourself to the far end of the bath as fast and as silently as you can.

A familiar blond cutie, in nothing but a towel pops his head into the room, and nearly falls over from what he sees. There's you, soaking wet in your hospital gown, decidedly not unconscious, in the bath with his Dana, whom regularly refuses to go outside unless ordered to, for fear of getting wet.

"Sasori Dana? What's going on? Aren't you gonna ruin a body doing that, hm?"

Sasori bites his lip. He seems to be afraid to face Deidara in his natural body, and you still look like a deer, waiting patiently for a windshield to jump through.

"Dana?"

Sasori turns around, and smiles sheepishly at his young partner. Deidara drops to his knees completely slack jawed. Bewildered is the only word that could possibly be used to describe the poor teen's face. He looks at you, than back at Sasori, and frowns. "I see how it is. You'll use your body for her, but not for me."

"No, Deidara wait! It wasn't like that..."

After a few heated back and forths, you begin to get the distinct impression that there is more to the word 'partner' with these two than just going on missions together.

"Uh D-Dei? Are you coming in the bath? Because if you are, I-I could heat up the water."

Both men stop arguing and watch as you tentatively remove your gown, and turn up the thermostat, to reheat the water made cool by Sasori the human ice cube.

You sway your hips as you wade over to where the two men stare at you. This is your very first time attempting to use your feminine wiles to defuse a fight, and you're feeling pretty stiff and clumsy. 

You reach your arms out coyly across the tile floor toward Deidara. Sasori side eyes you with a knowing smerk.

He just loves this little display. It's so cute, and would definitely work on him.

"Well dummy? Are you just going to sit there, and stare at her? What about all those things you said you wanted to do to..."

In a flash of white and yellow, Deidara slides over to Sasori to cover his mouth with both hands.

"Shhhhuuudduuup maaan!!! Uh, Clio, why don't you sit in between Me and Sasori Dana, yeah?"

Ohhh Kami! Clio you really didn't think this through, did you?!

Deidara steps into the bath, and takes your hand. He admires the way the water comes up just above your mons pubis, and accentuates the width of your hips. A thin layer of fat hides the sharp outlines of your abdominal muscles, giving you a soft feminine quality that many Kunoichis lack. The beauty of which is not lost on Deidara or Sasori.

Sasori ushers you to sit next to him, while the blond sits next to you. They aren't shy, but they're unsure. Sasori gave up his humanity just before he would have been exploring his own sexuality. Deidara's young, and although he's more experienced than you and Sasori, he's nowhere near an expert. This feels right, this feels normal.

Soft tentative touches become more confident and firm. Sasori squeezes your nipple between his fingers, and it earns him a sweet gasp. A sound he would very much like to hear again. Deidara has never wanted two people more than he wants you and his Dana, and he has two secret weapons to insure that he makes a good impression. With a wicked smile the blond bomber runs his hands over both of your breasts, letting his palms come to rest over your hard tan nipples. You sigh out a moan, as expert double mouths artfully lick, nip and tease your sensitive buds. The cute little noises you're making are driving the redhead mad, and he fists your hair, pulling your head back to get at those soft plump lips. His kisses are helplessly needy. He's been with you all day, and he's about to blow just from the closeness.

"Princess, please let me take you on my lap. I want you so badly."

You nod, and sit facing Sasori. His gray eyes are so beautiful, so expressive. You couldn't imagine a Sasori like this ever existed. Deidara pushes you forward, bringing your heated core closer to the redhead's throbbing cock. He leans his head back, as the younger man straddles his knees, and moves in to press wet kisses all over your neck and scent glands. At the same time the mouths on his hands lick, as he massages Sasori's chest and neck.

Deidara lifts you up, and sets you right on Sasori's  throbbing cock, he moans in his sweet soft voice. Loving curses spill from his lips, as you glide slowly down his length. The blond blushes. He had no idea the stoic love of his life was capable of such filthy language.

"Oh, God yes baby, fuck my cock with that little sex doll. Grab her fucking hips and bounce her on my dick for me. Uh, yeah Dei, roll her hips just like that. My fucking God, Dei, baby! Service me like I've always serviced you. Don't I always make you cum?"

"Oh God Dana, nobody can make me cum like you do."

This back and forth between the two men, is bringing you closer to your release, faster than you thought possible. Congratulations, you've discovered a new kink. You and Sasori whine bitterly when Deidara snatches you off of Sasori's hard dick.

Deidara's shaking voice directs his lover to lay on a couple of thick bathrobes, than effortlessly lifts you up, and again fucks you down on his partner's cock. He goes to the towel closet, and pulls a bottle from the far left side of the bottom shelf, when he comes up from behind, he pushes you forward on Sasori's chest.

"I've always wanted to do this," he huffs in a shaky over excited gravel. "Let me know if I do anything that hurts either of you."

You and Sasori look at each other in like: what the fuck is he doing down there?

Deidara lines himself up to your entrance. He looks at you for permission, and you bite your lip expecting pain. Instead you receive an incredible fullness, and all three of you sigh at the same time.

"Oh, sweet mother Mary give me fucking strength, what is this feeling?" Sasori kisses curses into your mouth, while the hyperactive sculpter bangs your overfilled pussy from behind.

You move in time with Deidara, to get more sweet sweet friction against that bundle of nerves from Sasori's cock. The poor man looks like he's frozen by over stimulation, and all he can do is grip your hips tighter and tighter as he gets closer to euphoria. His eyes dart between you and Deidara, gauging how close you are. Nobody wants to be the first to brake, but your decision is made for you when Sasori pushes your clit just right on his pelvis, while hitting that one spot inside. You practically convuls with white hot blinding pleasure, as enough swears and curses come out of your mouth to damn all three of you, seven times over. Sasori and Deidara start to laugh, but are cut off by their respective orgasms. Deidara closes his eyes and lurches forward, lips parted in blissful release. long blond hare flys all around  as he calapses on your back. Sasori growls and grits his teeth, you can feel his member throb as he spills twenty years of pent up sexual tension inside of your womb.

Oof, get off! You all grown and laugh as Sasori pushes the dog pile off of him. He smoothes his hand over your stomach, and Deidara does the same. At some point their hands clasp in the middle, over your tummy. The free hand from each man moves to grip both of yours, and your just so content to share in the moment.

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Itachi and Kisame returned around the same time as Kakuzu and Hidan. Of course the noise and shouting from downstairs alerted you, and the two boys, who just moments ago, had cum buckets inside you. "Their back" You whisper, and wrapped yourself in a towel. Grabbing your soaked robe and socks, you tossed them down the laundry shoot and scampered back to your room.

Itachi was the first one to look for you. He started with the obvious place, Sasori's room. When his knock went unanswered, he took the liberty of letting himself in. The room was empty, and at first he feared the worst, but relaxed when he saw that you're robe and socks were gone too. She's awake!

The Uchiha was just about to run to your room when he sees something strange. All along Sasori's floor, between the open dumwaiter to the door, are specks and smears of a dried green substance. He activates his Sharingan, and notes two distinct sets of footprints, one barefoot and one in socks. Both clearly in distress, and stumbling. He follows the trail upstairs, and two the community bath. The sight that greets his eye stuns him

In the bath sits Sasori and Deidara, in a very compromising position, which in it's self isn't all that shocking. The two men hadn't made much of an effort to keep their relationship a secret, no. The curiosity that keeps the normally polite man from leaving the scene, was the fact that his Sharingan is currently looking at a very much alive, and decidedly not wooden Sasori.

"Hey, a little privacy, yeah?"

"I will explain later Itachi San, but if you're looking for Clio, you'll be happy to know that she's awake and I've dismissed her to rest in her own room. Please don't stress her, or ask her to do anything strenuous until Orochimaru and Kabuto return, and examine her. Now if you'll excuse us."

Sasori continues to fuck his mission partner, as the blond lies across the tiles, bent over the side of the bath. Itachi, in his own 'state' can't help but freeze, and stare at the redhead's human form. He watches as freckled skin moves—hot and glistening—over supple muscles, flexing as the red haired man rammed into the pale blond waif's little asshole. He's mesmerized by the Suna-nin's face, which moved and contorted in ways the dark haired man had never seen on the puppet Sasori.

"Itachi? If you're just going to stand there, you might as well join."

"Uh, oh, excuse my interruption. I was just..." Itachi fucks off fast, not willing to face the emotions that the image of Sasori and Deidara bumpin' uglys had evoked.

With a burning hot, sweat sheened face, the Uchiha wonder child bursts into a thankfully empty kitchen. Trembling hands grasp for a glass, only to miss, causing it to fall over, roll out of the cupboard and smash against the edge of the counter.

The normally calm and chilly Uchiha grabs his head, and slides to the floor. He uses the breathing exercises he was taught in the Ambu to stay his panic. He can't let anyone see him like this.

Clio, Clio will make it better! Please Gods let her be alone!

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You're just stepping out of the shower, when you hear a light tapping on your door. You tie your bathrobe snugly around your waist, and peek out in the hall. You smile when you see the most normal person you've met in the Akatsuki.

"Welcome back Itachi! How did your mission go."

"Flawlessly, but I'm more interested in how you're doing. You gave us all quite a scare."

"Yeah, I heard. I honestly don't remember what happened. I don't even remember how any of this—you point to your head and circle it around—happened. Was I sick?"

"You really don't remember?"

"I remember being in Sasori's room, on a metal table, and talking to Kabuto, while he was healing my sore throat. Bits and pieces of some stuff like that. Oh! I got mad at Orochimaru, and Kakuzu saw him out. You laugh remembering Orochimaru's face. But when I woke up Sasori said Orochimaru and Kabuto were working really hard to save me. You look down, feeling ashamed of being angry and afraid of the Sannin for something, you yourself weren't able to control."

Itachi, looks at his feet. You were going through way more trauma and confusion than he was. He was selfish and vain. What was he even doing? He certainly wasn't comforting you, or doing anything to help. He was thinking of himself and only himself. He didn't even know how to begin making someone feel better. Should he tell you what Kakuzu did, or let you figure it out on your own. Maybe it would be better if you didn't know. Itachi sighs. At least I'm not thinking of myself right now...

"Clio, I think I'm gay..." 

"Pardon?"

"I saw Sasori. He's human... and... beautiful. In the bath, Sasori and Deidara... I saw..."  Shut up you idiot!

"Calm down, Itachi. Start at the beginning. What happened."

"Okay, I got back from the mission, and I went straight to Sasori's room... for something..."

"For what?"

"I... was checking on you."

"Aw, thank you Itachi. Than what?"

Itachi swallowed hard. "You wern't there so I was going to your room, but I saw something green coming out of the elevator from Sasori's poison room. I followed it with um." Itachi points to his eyes.

"Sharingan?"

"Yeah, I thought there was an accident with Sasori's poison. I followed it to the bath, and Sasori's a human instead of a puppet... and."

The color of your face is going from blushing red, to blood draining white, to blue. You let out the breath you were holding. You feel bad for Itachi. Clearly he got turned on by seeing Sasori and Deidara fucking like rabbits. (Who wouldn't?)

"Itachi, do you still find women sexually desirable? Like if I was some sexy babe in a tube dress would you get a hard on. You joke, trying to lighten the mood."

Itachi laughs. Just the reaction you were hoping for. Honestly it was pretty crass and insensitive but it worked.

"Get a hard on?.. maybe."

"Have you ever had sex with someone? Man, woman, other?"

"He chuckles shyly. Women only."

"And you enjoy doing it?"

"I did. I mean, I do... er... I would."

"Than why do you think you're gay?"

"Well, okay, maybe not GAY gay, but..."

"Male on male sex turned you on?"

"Y-Yes. Please don't tell anyone!"

"If you thought I would do that, you wouldn't be here."

"Hmm"

"Itachi, sex is sexy. There's no shame in admitting to yourself that something turns you on. Heck, look at me. I might be new to the act itself but a lot of things get me going, even if I can't have 'em."

"L-Like what?" A bead of perspiration rolls from the Uchiha's temple.

You don't see it cuz now your looking at your hands, and blushing wildly.

"Um, I shouldn't."

"It would make me feel better if I knew I wasn't alone." The slick little fucker lied.

"Well, girl on girl, boy on boy..."

"What else?"

"I... read a lot of stuff about... restraint, um, rough games, how do I put this... obedience."

"You mean BDSM?" Itachi chimes.

You look at Itachi sideways. You didn't think he would even know what that was, considering how repressed he is.

"Yeah, that..." you give Itachi a questioning look.

"I've been on Honey Pot missions. Not as the... you know, but as back up. Incase something goes wrong."

"Itachi, I was home schooled, I don't know what a 'honey pot' mission is."

"Basically it's a special opps mission, that might involve sexual activities to keep the persons cover. Usually a Kunoichi, but I've seen men, and false couples involved. Not my cup of tea to be honest. There is an entire training regiment, to learn to do honey pot missions."

When Itachi looks at you again, all the color had drained from your face.

"Oh my Kami, Clio I'm sorry! I must have shocked you!"

"Not... really. I mean it totally makes sense, but... talk about taking all the fun out of it!"

You giggle, Itachi flushes slightly, and rubs the back of his head.

"Yeah... heh."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Uh, yeah." Than Itachi says something he immediately regrets. "It must be your heat."

"What?!"

"I-I mean THE heat! Shit! It must be THE heat!"

Your tail starts to whip with agitation, and your ears flatten defensively. "Look, you don't have to be here if you're having trouble with this!"

Itachi waves his hands in front of him. "I swear, it was just a slip of the tongue!"

"You were the one who barged in here rambling about being all horny!"

"Clio, please stop! Seriously, this is hard enough already!"

You stand up 'fixin' for a rumble.' (Translation: ready for a fight)

"Oh yeah? What, Itachi? What's hard enough already?!"

"THIS!!!" At that moment, the calm, cool, unflappable Itachi Uchiha, grabs your wrist, and presses your hand against his manhood. His very. very. erect. manhood.

The desperate act takes the wind right out of your sails, than turns around, and punches it out of your lungs. (Just to be safe.)

He drops your tingling hand and bows low. "Forgive me, Clio San."

The prodigy Shinobi turns to leave without looking at you. He hesitates at the door for a second, hoping you would say something, maybe stop him, and tell him it's okay. When no such reassurance came, he left feeling humiliated and distraught. He'd ruined his chances, and he'd never get another chance like this again. If he had bothered to look back at you just once, he would have seen the daze in your eyes, the goofy smile on your pink parted lips, and the hot flush across your cheeks. 'Smitten' would be an understatement.

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You feel happy as a clam today, without a care in the world. The only thing missing, is that you can't remember the last time you and Hidan fucked with old man Kakuzu. Having failed at locating the Jashinnist, you decide to brave the darkest corners of the Akatsuki base, to find that crotchety old stereotype on your own.

Right, he's not in his room. Kitchen is all clear. That's a 10-9 on the Training Hall. This is Library: we have a negative reading on the target. (Get it?)

Were the hell?.. wait just a ding dong minute!

You realize you know exactly where you can find the old fart, and you begin to hatch a very dangerous plan. In fact, it's the perfect plan.

The other day, Konan stopped by with a "glad you didn't die gift" of fifty lavender scented bath bombs. Now, it is a well known fact, that Kakuzu loves to soak, (IN THE BATH YOU PERVERTS) and it's also known that he hates strong perfumy odors. The only question is should you use half, or go for broke?

Psh, is this even a question?

It took half an hour to peel every single one of those double shrink wraped bastards. You had to manage with your claws, since you're still not aloud to possess sharp objects. You found a big canvas shopping bag in the pantry, and weighted down the bottom, than you lovingly nestled each and every single one of those stinky suckers inside. If all goes according to plan: when you drop the bomb in the bath, the bag will sink but the fizzy little balls will bob to the surface.

This is gonna be either really good, or really bad.

Everything was ready for your blitz attack, your weapon of massive pungence is locked and loaded. Even if the enemy has the presence of mind to remove the bag right away, it will already have delivered its floral payload. They won't be able to fish out every bomb before the water becomes uninhabitable.

Good, it's a simple plan, in and out, no casualties, fool proof. Now all I need is a good war cry...

Beware the lavender menace!

Give me lavender or give me death!

Lavender? I barely know her!

Pick flowers not fights!

Flower power!

Behold the purple foams of the apocalypse!

Oo yeah, I like that one!

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You stand at the precipice of your impending demise, giggling like an idiot. You can hear Kisame, Itachi, Kakuzu, and Hidan blathering on about dumb Ninja stuff. Gods, do these guys ever stop talking about work?

You're just about to make your move when Tobi struts around the corner. Shit! He stops a few paces away, and you put your finger over your lips, in a request for silence. Tobi mimes a questioning shrug. You show him your precious cargo, and his arms fly up in fained shock. He waves his hands out in front of you, shaking his head dramatically, seemingly trying to talk, or mime you out of whatever you're planning. You wave him away aggressively, but he continues to silently carry on. He grabs his head in panic, and starts running around in circles with sweat bubbles trailing behind him.

You hoist the fragrant bag on your hip, and walk over to the man child. You watch him run back and forth for a moment, before punching him upside the skull, and pointing to the stares. Tobi rubs his cheek, and skulks away with his shoulder slumped. You shake your head and sneak back to the door.

The men inside are none the wiser, so you slam open the door with a shrill battle cry, and fling the atomic flower bomb right in the middle of the congregation. Like Cthulhu rising from the depths, the water starts to churn and writhe. Thick purple foam and bubbles spread, as the bath bombs begin to float to the far corners of the tub.

Itachi and Hidan push closer to Kisame, until they are all huddled together like ping pong balls in a toilet bowl. They looked down at the roiling water in fear. Kakuzu's back is to you, but the moment you catch a whiff of that relaxing Lavender fragrance, the air in the room shifts. A cloud of inky gloom steadily grows around Kakuzu's head, coagulating and coalescing into something Eldredge.

You decide you've reached your annoyance quota for the day, and back away slowly from the old Shinobi. You manage to make it to the door, when frighteningly familiar black tendrils grab you by the ankle, and fling you into the purple bath water. You flail and splutter, waiting for your well deserved death. You're able to breach the surface long enough to scream- "I REGRET NOTHING!" -before your head is dunked over and over again, to the panicked voices of the other men in the tub.

Once you're too tired to fight the rampaging octopus that is Kakuzu, the torture ends with an abrupt yank to a sitting position next to your assailant. You glower angrily at the stitched man, striking out your bottom lip in a loud pout.

Kakuzu just leans back, spreading his impressive wingspan on the tile behind him. You instinctively curl up into his chest, to listen to the stampeding horses of his heartbeat.

"Why aren't you bitching about the smell?" You ask dejectedly.

"Kakuzu chuckles warmly, a deep rumble in his chest that transfers over to your own. Looks like the jokes on you, Girlie, I hate a lot of things, but lavender isn't one of them."

You whip your head up and glare daggers into his irritatingly calm eyes. "Than why did you give me the treatment just now?"

"To show you your place."

"The fuck?"

"Dunking is how disorderly women were punished in the 14th century, honey."

You give Kakuzu the raspberries. "You're barbaric."

"Girlie, you have no idea."

You snuggle back into Kakuzu's chest, feeling robbed. You start laughing at yourself, and the situation, and your joined by Hidan and Kisame. You honestly don't know why it took them this long to find your downfall funny.

Kakuzu wraps a long girthy arm around your little shoulders. "So does this mean you forgive me?"

"What? For half drowning me? No way! I'm getting you back for that."

"No, I mean..."

Itachi interupts Kakuzu before he can elaborate. "She doesn't remember how she received her injury."

(Silence)

"Well, I'm good for now. Come on Itachi, give the kid and her zombie dad some space, they gotta bond." Kisame chirps

"The fuck if Ima stick around here for what-the-fuck-ever this is." Hidan drawls.

Your fellow Akatsuki members stand to leave. You slap your hands over your eyes so hard your face stings, when you're unwittingly treated to a three man peep show. You crack your fingers surreptitiously, to watch the parade of big old swinging dicks.

"Saw that babe." Hidan cackles as he and the other men file out the door. Leaving you alone with Daddy Kuzu.

"Sooooo..." you tap your finger on one of the knees you had brought to your chin, in an attempt to hide from the awkward silence.

"So, what?"

"Do I want to know what that was all about?"

"Mm mm." Kakuzu shrugs. "probably not."

"But you're gonna tell me anyway, right?"

The old, battle worn soldier of fortune sighs. A deep heavy sound, drawn and released by large tired lungs. The foreign pang of uncertainty, mixes with Kakuzu's naturally pleasing scent of patchouli and sandalwood incense, Oud oil and peppermint hard candy.

It leaves a sour undertone, that doesn't blend well at all, and you scrunch your nose. Kakuzu, the sooner you tell me what's bothering you, the sooner you can start smelling nice again.

You look up at the old Shinobi with big sad soulful eyes. One of Kakuzu's hearts tries to escape through the entrance, and he swallows it back down with a hard, dry gulp.

"Clio..."

Uh oh, first name. That can't be good.

"... I wish I could say I was... hmmmm" he coughs, uncomfortably. "You see..."

"Kakuzu, just pull the bandage, and spit it out already!"

"I'm the one who nearly killed you! Because you were getting on my nerves! You were making me look bad in front of Leader Sama and I snapped."

You deadpan.

"I'm dangerous, my emotions are dangerous. I've killed people for no other reason than being annoying. My anger got the better of me and I crushed your larynx, calapsed your trachea, fractured your skull, cracked five vertebrae and almost severed your spine. Not to mention nearly causing brain damage. That's with just one hit. If Leader Sama hadn't stepped in I could have..."

Kakuzu shuts his eyes tight, and shakes his head.

"...turned me into chicken nugget slurry?"

Kakuzu blows a short breath from his nose, and  his shoulders twitch.

You grin with satisfaction at you're little triumph. A stifled laugh is still a laugh.

"So what did I do to piss you off?"

"Does it matter?"

"If I wanna hang out with you and survive it does."

"You'd forgive me that fast?"

"Of course, you're Daddy Kuzu."

"You have a seriously shaky instinct for self preservation, Girlie."

"My instinct for self preservation is just fine, but instinct means nothing in the face of hubris. I guess there's just something about you that makes me want to challenge."

"It's called being a goddamn brat."

"You hate brats that much? You look up at Kakuzu coyly."

"He eyes you with a sideways smerk. Depends on the circumstances."

"Soooooo..... what kinda "circumstances" would make it appropriate to call you Daddy Kuzu?"

Kakuzu lifts your chin with a long thick finger. Now it's your turn to dry swallow your heart. His jewel eyes glitter under heavy lids, and long dark eyelashes. He leans in to tower over you. If the stitched man's intent was to intimidate you, than he was succeeding, but not without a truckload of other sensations and emotions.

"You're trembling Girlie." Kakuzu's voice is like the darkest molasses, slow, thick and heavy. You're like a fly drawn to it for it's sweetness, but once caught in it's deadly embrace, it becomes an inescapable trap. You wonder how many women had fallen victim to his baritone enchantment.

What the hell are you doing right now?! This man nearly ended your life! What happens when he finds out he's not the only one? Kakuzu has to be the most dangerous Akatsuki member you could get involved with, not because he's the most powerful,—that honor goes to Pain—but because he's the most volatile. He's Nitroglycerin and you're a godamn train wreck waiting to happen. Oh but the light would burn so bright.

"You'll be a good kitty for Daddy Kuzu won't you Girlie."

"OI!!! Damn it Kakuzu!" Hidan motions to Kisame. "What's that old fucker got I ain't got, Eh?"

"Table manners, for starters." You mutter under your breath.

Kakuzu laughs with quiet breaths through his nose. A genuine smile from Kakuzu is rare and addictive. A dangerous combination.

"I should probably get to work cleaning this up." You say.

Kakuzu nods quietly, covers up with a towel, (damn it) and retreats to his room. Hidan, seemingly satisfied by ruining the moment, skulks off grumbling. You're marveling at how slippery the tub is, from all the essential oils and epsom salts, and fall on your ass several times. Once everyone is busy doing their thing, Kisame stops by, to prop up the wall with his mighty sholder.

"Ya know kiddo, your playing a dangerous game here. How many is that you've seduced? Five?"

Your ears prick at Kisame's accusation. "How the Hell did you know about that? And for your information, I've only seduced one, and that was to break up a lover's quaral."

"And did you break up the lovers while you were at it?"

"As a matter of fact, it brought them closer!"

"Listen red tail, I'm aware that you're not the one to blame. These guys don't get to spend much time with a lotta sweet, pretty and gullible ladies."

"Psh, haven't you ever heard of a brothel?"

"Don't be so smug, red. Yes, some of us partake of the occasional red light district but sex ain't everything. Sometimes it's nice to have someone to come home to, or have someone come home to you. That's a privilege that's beyond guys like us. When a gal like you comes along, beautiful, sweet, funny, attentive... well, the dogs will start getting possessive. If you wanna survive the Akatsuki, and keep doin' what you're doin', you better make sure you KNOW what you're doin', and more importantly, you gotta make sure they know what you're doin' before you do it. Right?"

You stand ankle deep in a concentrated solution of purple, deep in thought. The water stopped going down 20 minutes ago. So much to mull over.

"Hey, Kisame, do we have any drain cleaner?"

"Weren't you listening?"

"M hm honesty and transparency. Got it."

Kisame hurumphs. "Under the kitchen sink kid. Don't go out in the hallway with those clothes on, it'll be slippery for weeks."

"Yes, sir!" You salute and spray the shark man in the face with a soggy sleeve that's stretched well below your hand.

"Gah! Alright I'm gone."

"Later Kisame."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Oh, by the way Kisame?"

"What?"

"I'm polyamorous."

"No shit. Why are you telling me?"

"Just letting you know what I'm doing before I do it."

You hear the cogs turning in the blue guy's head, an amused smile, and a light dusting of purple dance across his cheeks. He shakes his head and chuckles. "You're something else kid."

You laugh to yourself, and Kisame whistles just outside the door.

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Knock Knock knock

"Door's open."

You look up from your riveting game of solitaire to see a cute little smerk under a blonde half ponytail. Deidara jumps on the end of your bed, hopelessly messing up the cards.

"Sorry about that darling, I just wanted to come by and thank you. Ever since that bath, Sasori Dana has been insatiable, yeah."

You gather up the cards giggling shyly. "Always happy to be of service."

Deidara falls on his back in front of you, messing up the cards again, before skooting up to lay his head in your crossed legs.

"You know, he's gonna go back to his puppet body after the stasis tank is fixed."

"Aww, how come?"

"Because you've shown him how important feelings are... but in moderation. He's afraid to mess up his body during missions and never feel again. He isn't used to being careful, and puppet parts are replaceable, hm."

"That's really neat Deidara."

"Yeah, I'm just afraid he'll decide he's more comfortable as a puppet, and change his mind, hm."

"What do you mean? Change his mind about what?"

"About mortality. He might remember everything we've done, all the loving things he'd said to me, and look at it as weakness. Maybe even destroy his body so it can't happen again."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because Dana isn't the same person when he's a puppet. He has emotions, but they're muted. Sex is obviously one sided, and pretty rare too. I think he only does it because he finds my reactions fascinating. The only thing he loves is his art, hm."

"Deidara, you know that's not true. If he wasn't in love with you as a puppet, he wouldn't magically be in love with you now, just because he's human. I don't think feelings work like that. Maybe now that he's had a taste of how good feelings can be, he'll want more."

"Maybe, but in the end it's his decision. I'll love him either way, yeah."

"Stop it Dei, you're gonna make me cry."

Deidara pulls himself to a sitting position, and looks into your eyes. Both of them. He's not wearing his scope, and his signature curtain of hair is swept back behind his ear. "You know Clio, I could really fall for a girl like you. I bet Dana could too."

You're eyes grow as wide as saucers, and you're heart pounds loudly in your ears. "I-I don't know Dei, I'm not exactly the monogamous type."

"Mmmm, neither am I." Deidara coos. He places his fists on the mattress, and leans in to kiss your collar bone. He has you right where he wants you, so he crawls over you, forcing you to lie back. Since your legs are crossed, your thighs are already spread wide open for him, to grind his hard length against your clothed heat. You whimper helplessly, under the spell of the blond bombers fathomless blue eyes.

"Ahem... sorry, how fucking rude of us to interupt this tender fucking moment."

Hidan stands at your door with a sour pout on his face. Behind him is an even more sour Itachi, and you swear the man is everywhere you want to get it on.

"What the hell Uchiha! Are you stalking me? Deidara scowles."

Hidan scoffs. "Don't flatter yourself, twink! We're here on Leader's fucking orders. He asked Kakuzu to take off Clio's collar, but he's busy helping your pod person of a boyfriend fix his fish tank, so he gave the key to me."

You bounce up and down. Giddy to finally see daylight again. "Does that mean I get to go on missions?" You squeal.

"You got it babe."

"He trusted a fucktard like you to take off my C4 collar, hm?"

"Don't fucking call me that, twink!"

"I was supposed to remove Clio San's collar." Itachi states cooly. "However, since you're already here with her, I suppose my presence is unnecessary."

"Yeah, fuck off Uchiha! Gimme that key Hidan, hm!"

"Dei, why do you treat Itachi like that?"

"Oh, babe, don't you know?" Hidan snickers. "He's the reason Blondie's here in the first place. Caught him in a sneaky Genjutsu and almost made the shithead blow himself up!" Hidan cackles wildly.

"Dude! It's not that funny!" Deidara isn't even looking at you when he unlocks the explosive flea collar, you huff in relief when it's off, and you're face is still where it belongs.

Deidara and Hidan bicker back and forth, so you calmly suggest they take the unstable explosives, and their argument the fuck out of your room, and they do, but not before letting your damn cat escape into the base. You sigh. Oh well, at least she's a good hunter. Just like her mom! Man, I can't wait to taste fresh meat again!

"Oi, by the way, babe, you're comin' with me and Kakuzu tomorrow morning. All business, no funny business." Hidan winks.

"Hey! Since when did I become such a hot commodity around here?!"

"It's your own fault for being a tasty little short stack."

"I CAN CHANGE THAT!!!"

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Knock Knock Knock

Ohhh, the bats are busy tonight.

You answer the door to see who's flapping around the Belfry, only to have Pain breeze past without even looking at you.

Well, come on in, won't you?

He strides to the center of your room with all the confidence of a God. He turns around to face you, looking as severe as ever. After a long and baleful silence, Pain decides the atmosphere is oppressive enough for him to speak.

"Clio San, show me your third transformation at once!"

Aren't you at least gonna buy me a drink first?

You sigh, and get on all fours. "Now, I normally don't do this on a first date." You laugh.

Pain sustains his cold and impassive countenance.

It takes only moments to attain your Worgen form. Next time you speak your voice is clearly female but excessively gravly, like you've been smoking ever since you could grip a lighter. "There, you've seen it. I really hate this form so if you don't mind..."

"Just a moment young lady. Kisame, if you would be so kind."

Kisame comes around the corner with his patented sharp toothed grin. He looks you up and down with one hand on his chin, as if he's considering a used vehicle.

"Lookin' good big red!" Kisame taunts

You physically fold in on yourself. The blue behemoth pulls the Samehada off his back. You notice that the huge spiky sword is unwrapped, which you've only seen during training.

"So, are we supposed to spar or something? Kinda cramped in here." You look around your room with no small amount of snark.

"Chill, angel fish, I just gotta check something." Hold still, I'm not gonna hurtcha."

You hold on to your arm uncomfortably as Kisame holds Samehada about a pencil's length away from your chest. You're shocked to hear the sword trill and purr, and point at the scaly object. "Is that thing alive?!"

Kisame booms with laughter. "How long have you been here now? Ha Ha, Anyway, I don't know how alive it is, but the Samehada is definitely sentient. It seems to like you're Chakra too, angel. Can't say I blame it. You're quite the snack.

Kisame waggles his eyebrows at you, and you start to feel light headed. It's not the shark man's cheesy pick up line that has you swooning, but his weapon. The Samehada is stealing your Chakra, and you don't have all that much to spare.

"Heyyy, what the heck, Kisa... whoa!" Soon you're unable to maintain your form and turn back to normal. Pain catches you before you can makeout with the floor, and you hear Him discussing something with Kisame, but you don't know and don't care what it is.

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"DING DONG! Time to get ready chicky baby!" Hidan pulls your covers off you and shakes your belly with his foot, leaving a dusty boot print on your t-shirt.

You moo and turn around to bury your face in your pillow.

"Hey, cow, as much as I'd like to milk ya, or better yet, have you milk me. We gotta go!" The silver haired devil shakes your butt with his other foot, leaving a dusty boot print on your shorts. "C'mon, you get to job shadow me and Daddy Kuzu for a few days."

You leep into the Jashinnist's arms.

"HEY, CLIO, NO CLAWS! YOU'RE SCRATCHES FUCKING ITCH!"

"I'm going outside today? Like, REALLY outside? Will there be trees and rocks and rivers and fish and squirrels?"

"Yeah, yeah, all the trees rocks and squirrels you could possibly piss on. Let's go, chop chop."

"Hidan, I don't have any Shinobi gear."

"Just wear something loose and let's go! Don't know what good armor's gonna do ya, if yer gonna be growing and shrinking."

"They do make that stuff, you know. Probably sell it too in a big city like Amegakure."

"I'm not getting you anything special, Girlie! You haven't even proven your worth yet!" Kakuzu's sudden thunder has you out of your skin faster than you can say 'money talks.'

You politely request privacy, so you can shower, and get ready. You pull your skin back on, and swallow the life's essence that was scared out of you courtesy of Kakuzu, and hop excitedly into the shower.

While you're in the shower, a little burglar pads into your room to eat drink and leave. You walk out of your bathroom in a towel, just on time to see Chloe prancing out the door.

You call the feline as quiet as possible. "Here kitty kitty kitty pspspspsps No, not in Kakuzu's room!" You whisper frantically.

Meanwhile, Kakuzu watches the striped beast waltz into his room like she owns the place. "For fuck’s sake, Clio, can't you grow up for long enough to get ready? Now get the fuck out of my room and get dressed!"

You creep up just outside the old Shinobi's door, and listen in to his conversation with your cat, trying very hard not to lose it.

"Meow."

You peer into Kakuzu's room, and want to die when you see the fuzzy little slut rubbing against the stitched man's legs.

"Listen Girlie, if you don't go get dressed than Daddy Kuzu's going to have to punish you!"

"Promise? You say coyly." Kakuzu jerks his head back at the cat in surprise. He had no idea you could talk in that form.

You get on all fours and transform into a cat before you can lose your shit. You flounce up to Kakuzu flirting with your cat, and meow loud.

Kakuzu is now thoroughly confused. "There's two of you? Is this another transformation you were trying to keep secret, Girlie?!"

You decide to put the poor man out of his misery, well before he gets to the point of murder. You leep into his lap, position yourself just right, and return to your original form. Butt naked, and draped over Kakuzu's knees.

The old Shinobi is rendered speechless. As you brush your auburn tail in his face with a laugh. You try to get up, but a pair of big tattooed arms hold you in place.

"You're not going anywhere, Girlie. If this is you, who's that?"

"My cat?"

"I see, and who let you have a cat?"

"Umm, you did, sir."

You explain about how Chloe appeared out of the scroll he left in your room. Meanwhile your whole bare ass is on display in front of an open door.

"Kakuzu..."

"Who?"

"D-Daddy Kuzu."

"Yes?"

"Since Chloe isn't really my fault, do you think I could get off with a warning until after the mission?"

"Hmmmm" Kakuzu considers your proposal. "Fine, there's not enough time to let you 'get off' but here's your warning!" On the last word of his sentence, the masked man gave you a crack to your ass cheek so loud, that even Pain turned his head from his beloved city, to see where the hell that noise came from.

You do a little ouchy dance before grabbing your towel, and skittering back to your room.

Chapter Text

When you finish packing your scrolls, than pack those scrolls in a scroll, you step out of your room and are treated to a cheer so strong, it brakes the sound barrier and creates a shockwave that threatens to peal the very flesh from your bones!

"WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!!"

Party poppers are popped, and tiny rice sized C1 clay balls are tossed for a display of small colorful explosions. Kisame briefly considers additional fire alarms out loud, than hands you a red paper wrapped bundle. It looks small in his big blue hands until you take it from him.

You're super excited, because you have a pretty good idea what it is, and you've been waiting almost two months to get one. You slip the black cloak with red clouds over your head and hop up and down like a little girl in her new fairy princess costume, than proceed to hug the shit out of everyone present.

"Thaaaank you so much guys!!!"

"C'mere, princess! Sasori slurs. Lemmy see how it fits!"

"It's perfect! How'd you get my size? I don't even know my size!"

Sasori pulls a wicked smerk, "I took measurements while you were knocked out in my BED!" The little redhead says everything way to loud, even though there wasn't any music playing.

Almost everyone's holding a bottle of some form of alcohol, and it's pretty obvious a few of the guys couldn't wait for the surprise. In particular, Sasori and Itachi are already looking pretty comfortable. You're surprised that the two biggest duds in the whole building started the party early. Even the stuffy old guy from accounting is wearing a cheesy flower lei holding a tall glass of whiskey. Speaking of whom—

"But, Kakuzu, I thought we had a mission!"

"We do... tomorrow. You can hear the smile and see the tell-tale crinkle of the old Shinobi's eyes."

A pair of nondescript hands reaches out of the crowd and hands you a bottle of beer, and a shot of something clear and on fire. Kisame blows out the second fire hazard in the last three minutes and everyone starts chanting: DRINK, DRINK, DRINK...

You down the liquid you're sure was meant for cleaning engines, and your face muscles twist in brand new, never seen before ways. The congregation has a hearty laugh at your expense. They show you a bottle that says "250 proof," whatever that means, and you tell them that was the most horrible thing you've ever tasted, and to bury the offending  bottle deep in the earth, lest it see the light of day to damage yet another unsuspecting liver.

See now, that was your problem. If you tasted it, you did something wrong. Kisame lies

You choose not to tell your housemates that you needed to concentrate Chakra to your esophagus, in order to force the 'pain water' down.

Why do you all hate me?

You follow the pack downstairs, where everyone starts "drinking seriously" Orochimaru and Kabuto are already in the common room, drinks in hand. You didn't realize they were back from their mission already. They raise their drinks, and nod at you. You're gonna need a little more liquid courage before you're ready to talk to those two. Soon enough, music's blasting and you're feeling pretty good. Looking around the room at all of the Akatsuki drinking and laughing, you start to think about that cheer earlier. "Welcome to the family"

Kisame struts up to you when he sees you sitting alone at the big central table. He leans against the piece of furniture next to you. He's tall enough to just sit on the table top if he wanted to. "Hot damn that's a nice firm butt."

"Hey there squirt, havin' fun?"

"You stand up on the chair to better communicate with the shark."

"Whatcha say big guy?"

"I asked if you were having a good time."

"Yeah... hey Kisame? Did you guys mean what you said?"

"Said what?"

"About welcoming me to the family?"

"Hell yeah red, sorry to say, you're one of us now."

"I've been alone for so long now. It almost feels too good to be true. I just wonder how long it will take for me to mess it up."

"I can't see how someone so small, could make something as big as the Akatsuki even more messed up than we already are. We have Hidan, remember."

You laugh, Hidan is a real character for sure. You think back to all of his crazy threats he made when you were 'recruited.' You wonder if he's really as half as bad as they say he is...

Currently the Jashinnist is dragging a couple of flattened cardboard boxes into the common room, while Sasori and Deidara moves the seating against the walls. The couch creature Kabuto, and sofa king Orochimaru are shifted along with the couch their sitting on. They only get up when they realized what's about to take place.

"What's happening?" You ask the shark man, genuinely confused.

Kisame grins. Hidan and Deidara are having a Brakedance Battle.

"You're kidding." You deadpan. "Are they any good?"

"Just keep watching."

You are impressed with the two boys' moves. As the battle progresses the more complex there compositions become. Around the four minute mark, everyone is cheering, including you. It was about  the time head spins were added to the boys' repertoire at minute 6 that the glass topped coffee table was smashed. Apparently, betting was taking place, and money change hands between guffaws.

"Aww, dang it! I had plans to brake that table." You grown

"I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did." Kisame chuckles.

Instead of trying to clean the glass, the area in front of the TV was cordoned off with a bedsheet and cushions. In hindsight, it probably wasn't a great idea to make a big pile of broken glass look comfy, but eh. The good news is the remote was saved.

Somewhere down the line you felt that it would be a good idea to thank Orochimaru and Kabuto for saving your life. "Sasori told me that you guys were working really hard to save me. I just wanted to thank you, and apologize for avoiding you two."

"Of course my dear, it was our pleasure. This might be the Sake talking, but, I admire you very much Clio Chan."

You blush. No matter which way you slice him, you've always thought the snake Sannin was super hot. All of the Akatsuki are. Of course you think their all hot. Every damn one of them is a big strong Shinobi, and single. On any given day, meals and training times feel like you're in an infinite Sexy Jutsu: Reverse Harem Technique, and it drives you nuts. You feel like a greedy brat in a candy store.

You have no defenses against guys like these. Attractive, dangerous and pretty nice guys when you learn to navigate through the quirks, like trying to kill you.

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The shared toilet on the common floor wasn't a place you were prepared to go quite yet, or ever for that matter. You envision a world of wet seats, and you shudder. So all night you've been running back and forth to your room and this trip wasn't any different.

Until it was.

You leave your room feeling light and refreshed, but still pretty drunk, and you're certainly not the only one. You smile and nod, as you pass Itachi on the stairs. Something feels off, Itachi's room isn't anywhere near this stairway. You turn around quick, but the damage was already done before you see that flash of red at the top of the stairs. You try to transform, but all you manage is elongated k9s, and sharpened claws, before you fall backwards into the arms of a shadow clone. The last thing you see before you pass out, is Itachi running through corridors, holding your legs under his arms, and another Itachi's arms wrapped around your chest.

"Stop fighting it Clio San. Go to sleep."

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You wake up lying on a towel. You dig your hand under the warm sand. This must be the beach. Sitting up slowly you look over your shoulder at waves lazily moving in and out on the shore. There's either a beautiful sunrise or sunset over the water, but you're unsure because it's not moving. The breeze is warm, and there are stands of palm trees further up the hill away from the water. A familiar deep male voice is speaking behind you.

"You used to say you want to travel to nice places when we were kids. Remember, when you showed me that book at Nekobaa's? You wanted me to see that picture of the ocean, and I promiseed you I'd take you there one day. It was a while ago but...

Turning around fast, you grab Itachi by his neck, but he turns to sand and quite literally slips through your fingers.

"You can't hurt me in this place, Clio San." Itachi is now standing on the other side of you. He's wearing a white button up shirt, with the top two undone, loose white pants, that stop just above the ankle and no shoes. The breeze tussles him languidly.

"Tsukuyomi?"

"Mhm."

Damn Uchiha.

"What do you want? Where is my body?"

"Nothing will happen to your body. I just..." Itachi pauses. "I wanted to show you the ocean, just incase I don't have a chance to later."

"Wait, what's that mean? Itachi?"

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"I'm here, Clio San"

You awaken in a darkened room, in an unfamiliar bed. You breath  in the scent on the sheets to try and ascertain where you are.

Green tea, cherry blossom syrup, Mugwart and rice.

"Itachi?"

A shuffling sound, than the click of a bedside lamp. "I'm here."

"Itachi, what's going on?"

"I wanted to show you the ocean that's all."

"You couldn't have done that in my room? With my permission?"

"Would you have let me?"

"Of course I..." you sigh, exasperated. "Listen, Itachi, not everyone is as paranoid as you. You can't just go around knocking out unsuspecting girls, and dragging them to your room to give them visions. It... it's just not done."

You get up to leave, but the crow grabs your hands. His refined Sake flavored lips press against your common beer flavored ones. He'd never really enjoyed drinking beer, but the taste of it on your lips is more intoxicating than any alcohol he had ever sampled before. However, as with anything Itachi loves, the feeling doesn't last.

"Yo, Itachi San! A drunken shark jeers. If you're trying to hog our new sister all to yourself, you should probably know that a search party has been assembled, and they may or may not be heading this way."

You whisper "rats" at the same time as Itachi's "fuck my life" and you giggle. Have you ever heard him curse like that before?

You walk downstairs with Kisame and Itachi. Itachi's Sharingan whirls at Kisame when he sees everyone present and accounted for.

"I thought you said they were looking for her!"

"I said a search party had been assembled, I didn't say anything about them being dispatched yet."

"You know, Kisame, if I had been anybody else, I might have made a joke about 'dispatching' you, followed by a cheap insult like fish-face."

"Well, I'm glad you're above such lowbrow plebeian humor, Itachi."

"Indeed."

Tobi skips up to you. Clio Chan!!! We're doing non-Jutsu party tricks! Orochimaru Sama just showed us how he can crush an egg with his throat and drink the contents! It was disgusting! He chirps cheerily.

"What happens to the shell?" You ask, sorry you missed it.

"You don't want to know." Kakuzu gruffs, while you rest your chin on his shoulder.

"Well, let's see what YOU can do." You tease, and he blows a lungfull of his cigar in your face, forcing you away.

Once everyone is watching, the Taki-nin blows three smoke rings. One big and slow moving, the next smaller and faster, than a tiny one that zips through the center of the largest at the exact moment the medium ring does.

"Holy shit! That's some impeccable timing!" You rave.

"Alright, Girlie, we have a mission tomorrow. Time for bed."

"You groan, come on Dad! Can't I stay awake and watch the grown up movie with you and mom?" You point at Hidan.

"Bitch, you don't want me to fucking tuck you in! We'll make our own 'grown up movie,' and you'll never get any sleep!"

Apparently Kisame was appointed your new jailer because he scoops you up and holds you under his arm like a rag doll.

"Aww, but how come they get to stay up?"

"Give it up angel fish, were all hittin' the sack."

Chapter Text

Hidan sits at the top of the steps outside of Pain's tower, having a smoke and watching you—standing on all fours— and vibrating like a one bladed lawnmower. (dangerously unbalanced.) His grin widens to a toothy smile as he nudges Kakuzu with his elbow, and motions toward you. The stitched man only grunts something unintelligible and disapproving but the Jashinnist is able to speak 'Kuzunese.' To the uninitiated ear it simply sounds like a low pitched growl, but having spent more of his time with the old bastard than away from him, Hidan can easily translate the mumbling to something like "Oh, this is going to be fun." Even though the comment was meant to be sarcasm, Hidan agrees with the sentiment in its purest form. This really IS going to be fun.

Presently, Zetsu slips through the dirt along side of the building. He hands the orders from Pain to Kakuzu, than glances at your gyrating self.

"My, my, it looks like someone is excited to get started." Shiro chirps.

"Peh, How do you know it's not fear? She's shaking like a washing machine full of bricks!" Kuro sneers.

"Well, excited or frightened, you'd better treat her with kid gloves, Kakuzu. Leader Sama is quite taken with his new acquisition. He would be very disappointed if she came back damaged."

"Leader Sama should be happy if he gets her back at all." Kakuzu gruffs.

"I can hear you guys, ya know!" You shout up the steps, indignant for being talked about like a porcelain doll.

"Can we please fucking go now?! I haven't made a sacrifice in days! Jashin will surely punish me!" Hidan whines.

You and the two Zombies take to the rooftops on your way to fire country—according to Kakuzu—for a particularly tricky bounty, a bounty that you will have an important role in obtaining.

"Ah, Damn it to Hell anyway! Fucking why the fuck do we fucking gotta fucking fuck around in a fucking fuck hole of a fucking dump like that? FUCK!"

"You're getting sloppy Hidan. You missed a spot where you could have added another "fucking.""

"Fuck you fucking Clio, ya Fucking bitch!"

"You're very articulate today Hidan. Care to talk about it?"

"FUCK NO!"

"Shut up, Hidan, it doesn't look like we're even going to Yugakure. Our mark is further south."

"D-Does that mean we'll be going through Konohagakure? You ask pensively."

Kakuzu regards you with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't that where one of the clans that want to capture you resides?"

"Yeah, but I've always..."

"You're cut off with a definitive "No.""

"It's just that..."

"I. Said. NO." The masked man draws out the last word with a low gravl, to emphasize the point.

You puff your cheeks and grudgingly drop the subject. After a short silence, there's something else that comes up in your mind that begs answering. "Kakuzu?" You start.

The old Shinobi sighs disapprovingly of your sudden onset of curiosity, but you continue anyway. "Kakuzu, when we bypass Konoha..." you pause nervously.

"Yeeeees?" It's clear that he's getting irritated but you have to know.

"Are we passing Konoha by the north or south?"

"North, it's the fastest route."

"See, the thing is, that route takes us really close to Yasei, and in order to avoid it we'll have to cross a ravine and..."

"Gah, fine! We'll go the fucking long way around!!!"

"In that case, can we visit Necobaa Sensei in Sora-ku?"

"RRRRAAAHH!!!" Kakuzu roars at you, enraged. The stitches across his Glasgow smile stretch, as thick black hair begins to grow out of his mouth. It opens up frighteningly wide, and his eyes shoot burning daggers into your guts.

Your head jurks back and you're eyelids fly open. "Sooo, is that a no?"

Hidan winces. "Yeah, babe, I'm pretty sure that's a no."

"Fine! I'll just talk to Hidan then!" You pout.

"Hey, Hidan, why do people call you and Kakuzu zombies?"

"Duh! Because we're fucking immortal, sweetheart."

"Bull pucky!"

"You don't have to believe it, but it's true, I can't be killed, and the sour prune over there has five hearts."

"You gasp. Is that why his heartbeat sounds like an avalanche?!"

"Yup."

"Whoa!.. uh... Hidan?"

the Jashinnist lets his head fall back, and groans. He turns his head to look at you, obviously geting irritated by questions you should have figured out weeks ago. "WHAAAAAT?!"

"How old is Kakuzu?"

"Uhhh, let's see. Hidan taps his bottom lip. His birthday is in August, soooooo..."

"Eighty-nine. The masked man grumbles"

"You guys are so full of shit! Always messing with the new girl, huh?"

"Oh, but a seven foot fish man is perfectly believable?"

"YES!" you grump.

(aggravated silence)

"Hey Hidan... Doesn't Kakuzu look like a PEZ dispenser?"

You spent the rest of the day hanging bonelessly from Kakuzu's shoulders, tied up and gagged, looking like a Shibari backpack.

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In the evening the men start a fire, and set up camp, while you search for a body of water. Instead you come across the ruins of a massive compound, long abandoned by its clan. On a hunch, you check the long grass in the middle of the courtyard, by the standing corpse of a large tree. You will you're hands and feet into claws, than say a little prayer to the cat God and gingerly start climbing. You're solemn demeanor lights up with excitement, when past the tall grasses you find what you're looking for. A very sizable man-made pond.

"Hidan, go see what that girl is up to. I'm getting hungry."

The Jashinnist rolls his eyes but does what he's told. In truth, he recalls you saying you were going fishing, and he loved watching you splash around the river, all wet. Unfortunately, there aren't any rivers close by, so he wonders where you were going to find fish. After a minute of walking, he hears splashing and follows the sound, but instead of finding you he finds your clothes, and gets a devious idea.

You literally jump for joy, quickly remove your clothes, and leave them on the old flag stone of the collapsed main house. There's a crumbling statue of some long forgotten clan deity in the middle of the pond, so you swim out to it. You hate being wet but you love hunting, and thanks to Kakuzu you didn't get to do any of that today.

The pond is swollen from spring Rains, and the water is cold. You don't bother walking on water, since you didn't get enough exercise today you're super hyper. The water's cloudy but it's ok because you're prey is big and orange. You can see them bob to the surface every now and then. You see your target and dart forward. Koi aren't exactly the toughest fight in the world but these are huge and you can't just kill them with a chomp to the neck. You have to be careful not to make fish bleed or it could foul the meat, and it will taste yucky.

Meanwhile there's a pervert.

Hidan is enjoying the show from his perch in the dead tree. You lug your catch out of the water, and gape at the hole where once you're clothes had lain. You look around and sniff. The culprit is close, and very familiar. You pretend to search the grounds, all the while the simple act of breathing is bringing you closer to your second kill.

Once you reach the dead tree, you know. Not bothering to look up, you get down on all fours. Hidan licks his lips, imagination running wild thanks to your new stance. Unfortunately for him, the lovely sight doesn't last. His lecherous smile turns to—the fuck—when you take your Dire wolf form. With a single Chakra enhanced swipe, you slice a chunk the size of a Volkswagen out of the huge dead tree. It falls with a loud crash, and Kakuzu pinches the bridge of his nose, and sighs, but doesn't get up to check for the sound.

It's just as well, because Hidan returns shortly after.

Kakuzu looks at his young partner, whose arms are full of firewood. "Hidan, we don't need that much firewood, and you left without your scythe again."

Hidan's voice cracks. "No shit." He lets the skeletal branches clatter to the ground revealing a face that's blank and deathly pale. He sports many long sets of four huge slash marks, and several missing chunks of flesh.

Kakuzu scrunches his face when he takes in the boy's condition. "What the hell happened to you? He growls. You look like you were attacked by tigers."

"Close." You cherp cheerfully at the old Shinobi , and drop a huge snow white koi with vivid orange splotches right in front of him.

"What... is that?" Kakuzu deadpans.

"Tsk, um, a fish?" You deadpan right back.

"I can see that, Girlie! What are we supposed to do with a giant goddamn gold fish?!"

"Chill, Daddy Kuzu. You forget who you're talking to. I used to work at that Roadkill Cafe, remember?" You crack your knuckles and put back your hair. "Just let the master work her magic." The men watch as you poof a big cooking pot full of kitchen supplies out of a scroll. You carefully pull out a jar of glowing red powder, as if it could explode at any minute. "You guys like spicy?"

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By the time you all turned in for the night, there was nothing but a skeleton in remnants of glowing red curry sauce left. Kakuzu had to wrestle the pot from Hidan, to prevent him from drinking the sauce. An act that would no doubt guarantee the pale skined devil Montezuma's revenge.

Having rescued your traveling companion from the spicy shits, you snuggle into your bed roll, and fall into a deep contented sleep. However there is one more trick spicy food can play, besides a bad tummy ache.

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Running, running, running.

How long did she carry your tiny form through the lush forests and damp meadows of the Fire lands country side? A day, week, Longer? It feels like forever to your tiny puppy brain. You nestled your little face into her burgundy clad brest. You've always thought the woman was beautiful, long shiny raven hair, shinier and more luxurious than Itachi's, black tufted ears, and perfectly trimmed blunt cut fringe, frames a snow white face, with obsidian eyes, blood red lips, and nails to match.

Now, the woman's lips are cracked and pale from the biting autumn wind, and the crimson polish on her nails is flaking from the use of her claws. She runs through the tall grasses and swamps on all fours, half human, half panther, with you clinging to her dark red flack jacket, until finally, finally you see a large modern city on the horizon.

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"Hyouka Chan, (豹華) what brings you all the way out here?"

"War Necobaa Sama. Between Yasei and Inuzuka."

"Hmm. The old woman hums, and rubs her chin thoughtfully. Has this anything to do with the wolf-nin's welp?"

The black panther pulls a small bundle, tucked in a sling from around her neck.

"My, my, she's just a baby! So much fuss over this little thing?"

"Necobaa Sama, you know as well as I do that this child has the potential for great and terrible powers. I beg you, train her. With your knowledge of my clan, and the vast Uchiha library at your disposal, you will be able to mold her into a tool for peace."

"Mm-mm," Necobaa shakes her head. "Children are not tools to be used, dear Hyouka Chan."

"Please, normally I'd agree, but she's dangerous! She must be taught to use her Jutsu responsibly. I-I should kill her, I know, but... I promised my sister, that I would protect her kitten with my life. I'm trained to kill, Necobaa Sama, I can't do this on my own."

"Of course, I will be the girls Sensei. I was young when the Lykenthrope rampaged all those years ago. I'll never forget the scars left on the land, and how you're people were slaughtered. Necobaa tenderly lifts you, sleepy and blinking from the swaddling sling. Oh, dear innocent lamb. I hope beyond all hope that you never fall into evil hands."

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Somewhere, hidden deep in the Uchiha clan library, a man in an orange mask stacks tome upon dusty tome on a large sealing scroll.

A smooth deep voice, muted by rows of books and scrolls, but somehow still loud and commanding, rings through the stale air and dust motes, to give orders to someone unseen. Obito never brakes his character, even alone with his only confidant.

"Zetsu, I want you to watch our little cat girl on this mission. I believe there might be much more to her than I had first suspected."

"As you wish."

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What a weird dream. Woof, spicy food right before bed = bad.

You lay back down and close your eyes, but you can't sleep. There's a soft rhythmic shuffling sound coming from the direction where Hidan should be resting. As quiet as a stalking cat, you turn towards the Jashinnist.

There he is, perfect profile of the man laying in his bed roll. His covers are thrown to the side, brilliant light flesh, fully healed, and glowing against the flickering fire light, slicked with a sheen of sweat. His turgid member stroked furiously by it's desperate owners hand.

You're frozen with embarrassment, but unable, or unwilling, to turn away from this private moment in plain view. You don't even have to look at Kakuzu to know that he's asleep. Nothing short of one of Deidara's bombs could stir the rag doll from his slumber.

You make a conscious effort to slow your breath, as nearly all Ninja can tell whether one is sleeping or awake, although in this state, you doubt Hidan is able to think about much. Oh how his thick fingers glide slowly, than fast, up and down, only to pinch the tip as barely audible curses spill from his mouth, with a reverence, as though he were praying.

"Fuck fuck fuck, not fucking yet! Hold on, all mighty fucking Jashin. Just a little bit longer, please. Oh yeah, ride that big cock baby."

Truely it is 'big'. You wonder who he's thinking about, and you're hand is irresistibly drawn to the tingling between your thighs.

"Oh, slow down baby, fuck, we just started. Don't wanna rush."

Hidan's husky gravl and dirty talk is getting your blood boiling. As quiet as you can, your hand slips beneath your underwear, and starts to rub slow circles on the wanton little nub. You don't dare penetrate yourself, for fear of the slick making wet sounds, and alerting the demon of your need.

Hidan's face is so beautiful when he's concentrating on holding back his release, you wish it was you riding his cock, instead of whatever fantasy girl he's thinking about. No matter, at least you're here now. You feel like such a pervert, thinking about how lucky you are, to be able to watch this angel of agony jack himself off in the woods. The fact that it's in secret somehow makes it even hotter.

You lick and bite your lip, as you watch the silver haired devil slowly bringing himself to the edge, only to grab the base of his cock hard, and pinch the tip, to bring himself back down to square one. Closer, faster, every muscle is tense, thick thighs flex, and legs shake with the building pressure. His jaw clenches, and breaths come heavy and loud. At this point he's not even trying to hide it.

You're movements speed up in response to his increasingly frantic strokes. His hand is moving at a blurr when his hips start to buck helplessly, his body pitches to the side, giving you the perfect view of him desperately trying to stop the massive orgasm barreling through his core. His body trembles, as a spray of cum paints the man's hands, still mindlessly holding the tip, unable to think of anything else but the pleasure brought by the thought of one person, stirring his cock around inside her juices. At the peak of ecstasy, Hidan calls the name of whom tempted him into such a dangerously public display.

"Ah! Fuck! God! Sweet Jashin, yes, Clio, so fucking good!"

Hidan whispers your name like an anguished prayer, overcome in rapture. It's reverent, it's empassioned, it's... unexpected. His sweet sinful secret yeets you over the edge so fast and hard, and all stealth is lost. It was only a gasp, a tiny squeak, but he hears it.

Your eyes meet in mutual mortification. Hidan wraps his covers around himself, but his guilty eyes stay glued to yours, and you pray to whatever God is out there that your eyes are all he sees.

You're prayer goes unanswered.

Frozen for only a second, a glance is all it takes for the silver haired devil to register a guilty hand down your pants. You pull your blanket up to your neck and retrieve your hand.

Blown open eyes relax and darken. A silent "Oh" transforms into a crooked toothy smile. Hidan rolls to his side and props his head up with his elbow.

"Aw, babe, why didn't ya say somethin'? We could have had a lot more fun."

"Y-you looked like you w-were doing fine on your own."

Hidan hums. "It's not to late for round two babe," he coos. You see him palmming himself under his blanket. "S'matter, worried Blondy's gonna find out?"

(Silence)

"Hmm, I know what it is, you're afraid of Daddy Kuzu seeing you underneath me, right?" Hidan turns to his partner and, actually fucking shouts at the man! "Oi, Kakuzu!"

The old Shinobi sits bolt upright, kunai in hand.

"Clio needs dick! How about it?!"

Kakuzu looks over at you with clear irritation at being woken up.

You recede back into your cocoon, hoping to disappear. The sound of a kunai flying through the air makes you flatten out to evade. When you hear the blade 'thonk' into another target, you peek just in time to see Kakuzu lay down, and Hidan fall down, kunai sunk squarely between his eyes.

Chapter Text

"The leader of a gang, in fucking paradise?" Hidan balks Incredulous.

"Idiot, anywhere there's money to be made you'll find organized crime. Hot springs, gambling, prostitution, blackmail. Just because you're former home is a tourist trap, doesn't mean it's squeaky clean. Just the opposite in fact."

"Yeah Hidan, you think all the jobless Shinobi became tour guides and massage therapists after Yugakure sold out? You shoulda stayed. You coulda become a thug for hire." You giggle at the revulsion on the pious Jashinnist's face at the mere idea.

"So, what's the plan?" You ask, vibrating with excitement.

'It's very simple, cause a commotion outside of that club." Kakuzu points at a tall building with the name "STEAM" written across the front in pink neon lights, with a blue bubbling animation behind it. "You keep the bulk of them busy, while idiot boy and I take care of the body guards inside. The boss will be easy after that."

"Seriously? Just walk in, rough up the joint and leave?"

"Yup, sweetie, that's usually how we roll... WHATCHA MEAN "IDIOT BOY?!""

"Do you have a problem with how we do things, Girlie?"

"It's... just that, there are so many civilians around."

"Don't worry, Honey, they'll move. Kakuzu laughs low and menacing."

"Yeah, it ain't everyday ya see a fucking rampaging werewolf outside a dance club," Hidan drawls.

You bristle at the term, but smile and nod anyway. You're hot to get started, and know that saying anything to the pare could start a lengthy argument.

"Good, now just stand outside and... mingle or something, I'll send you a signal to start when we I.D. the mark. Got it?"

"Yup! Anything for you, Daddy Kuzu!"

"Watch your tongue, Girlie!"

You're two companions go inside, while you're stuck loitering in the street, pretending to smoke a cigarette. You're on your second one, going cross eyed trying to let the smoke out of your mouth, and inhale it through your nose, when a frightened looking little man taps you on the shoulder, and whispers "NOW" before running off into the night. That's Kakuzu for you, subtle as a pack of rabid wolverines.

You carefully put out your cigarette, and stick the butt in your pocket. After all, wouldn't want to make a mess.

A few people laugh and whistle as you assume the position, but fall silent, when you begin growing a thick pelt of dark red fur, and increase in size exponentially until you're a wolf roughly the size of a large merchant wagon.

Those who don't run pay the ultimate price, as you rip through the crowd with joyous abandon. The more gang members who funnel through the double doors of the club, the more arms and legs go flying through the air. You started a fair distance away to give those who witness you a chance to run, and many do, but many more rush right  to their dooms in the mistaken belief in the old adage of 'safety in numbers'.

The longer you taste blood the more vicious you become and you're no longer happy to let the foe come to you, so you chase down groups of frightened gang members, leaving a trail of blood and viscera in your wake. Stunned onlookers watch from windows of homes and businesses, as Gleaming white teeth rip off limbs as easy as one can pull the wings off a butterfly. Monsterous claws rip into soft bellies, letting vital organs spill out into the street, and slash throats so deep, that heads hang off bodies by no more than a few centimeters of muscle and skin.

When the Zombie Combo walks out of the empty club with their quarry, there isn't another living soul in the street, (other than themselves) and one poor lacerated man running for his very life.

Hidan punches the guy out as he passes, and Kakuzu calls out your name. You turn around, and quickly transform mid-jog, naked, and covered from head to toe in blood, bits of flesh and awful. You grab your elbow, and bring your knees together sheepishly.

Kakuzu hands you your cloak, but neither man see you dress, as both are too busy silently examining the scene. Full puddles of blood fill potholes, in a street colored red as far as the eye can see. Torn bodies, and parts of torn bodies decorate every surface, as well as being slung many meters away, ontop of buildings, over lampposts, and in trees which appear to be the very clouds that rain blood.

"Clio... I only told you to..." Kakuzu begins, but has to stop to clear his throat. "Do you understand what "keep them busy" means?"

"Sorry. you meew weakly"

"Ah, don't sweat it sweetheart! It took me a while to get used to not killing everyone too." Hidan laughs. "But seriously! WOOO! Look at this mayhem, Kakuzu! Damn! I'm so fucking proud of you babe!"

Hidan continues to cackle even as Kakuzu rushes you out of town. You couldn't explain what came over you. You'd never... 'let loose', like that before. After a long uncomfortable silence, the stank of blood and other horrible things the human body is capable of producing, starts to dry and crust on your body.

"Kakuzu, can we visit an Onsen?" You ask meekly.

"Yeah, Daddy Kuzu, the kid earned it. Let's all take a bath together, and drink to Clio's very first successful mission!"

A couple of hours after visiting the local bounty station, Kakuzu felt like you were a comfortable enough distance away from the scene of the slaughter, to stop at a small hot springs and hotel. It wasn't much, but you didn't give a crap. It had showers, but best of all, mixed bathing and alcohol.

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Kakashi read the report given to him by the Hokage. His one visible eye widened slowly. He had read about this rogue animal-nin many times in the Bingo book. She had been in there for years, but never captured. Nobody could even get a proper photograph of her. He knew that she was some sort of 'criminal', wanted by a couple of clans, including the Leaf's own Inuzuka clan, but not much else. The clans of Konoha have always kept their dark secrets pretty hush hush. His own mother was a Ninja hound user, although not an Inuzuka.

"Is this true, Tsunade Sama? This woman is associated with the Akatsuki, and responsible for a bloodbath at a dance club in Yugakure?"

"Would I have brought you here if it wasn't?! Tsunade scolds."

"But she's Been in the Bingo book for as long as I can remember. She must be climbing up in her years by now."

"We have received a photograph from our best AMBU operatives." The Buxom blond, hands the hound-nin the picture.

Kakashi's eyes practically bulge out of his skull. My Kami, she must have been registered as a criminal when she was a child!"

"It took Ibiki and Inoichi three days to drag the truth about this kid from Tsume Inuzuka. This operation MUST be kept secret. If it ever gets out that one of our 'fine and trusted' clans, created yet another Akatsuki member, the other nations will have a field day with it, and we'll lose further revenue from the smaller nations. They'll think we're fucking incompetent!" Tsunade punches her desk, causing the sleeping Tonton to oink it's dissent.

"It appears the girl has been using birth control as a heat suppressant, which would normally work for most female animal-nin, but due to the eccentricities of her inherited mutations, there is a three day window in which we can spring this trap."

"Kakashi, am I correct in the understanding, that you are currently on leave for your yearly rut?"

"Ahem, well, heh heh, that's a... pretty personal question lady 5th." Kakashi laughs nervously with a squinting smile under his mask.

"Well, now your 'personal' matter is our only hope of capturing an Akatsuki member alive."

"Kakashi stares at the photo of the beautiful eighteen year old cat girl in social terror." A-Are y-you suggesting...

"Congratulations Kakashi, your going on a honey pot mission." Lady Tsunade smiles.

Kakashi always admired the busty Sannin for the way she could make such a sweet and coy smile look so frighteningly dangerous. He swallows hard with a loud gulp, and groans. "How am I going to explain this to Iruka?" The question is muttered to himself more than anyone else.

"Oh, I'm sure you're boyfriend will understand." An unconvincing Shizune dismisses the spiky headed man's concern with a stiff little wave, and a bead of perspiration on her temple.

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The next morning, Kakashi returns to Tsunade's office, with his affairs in order, and a black eye.

The women giggle at the poor man's misery, and Shizune offers to heal the bruise.

"Hee Hee, wow, that Iruka has one hell of a left hook," the Sannin laughs.

"Actually, he was very understanding. This happened in bed."

"In bed?! What kinda stuff are you two into, Kakashi?"

"Oh, it was nothing like that. I fell asleep, and when I noticed I was late, I got up to fast, slipped on my boxers and landed face first on the bed post."

The two medical-nin burst into hysterical laughter at the masked Shinobi's misfortune, as does the group of young Ninja who magically appear at the door behind him.

Kakashi let's out a long suffering sigh, and a comically large sweat drop forms on the back of his head.

"I'll never understand what Iruka Sensei sees in you, Kakashi Sensei. A young and brash blonde shakes his head while voicing his lament."

An extremely pale boy only smiles. "I didn't know Kakashi Sensei liked to get it in the butt," he says with little inflection.

A scrawny girl with pink hair, stops giggling, to punch the pale boy on the top of the head. "Don't be so insensitive! Kakashi Sensei is a top!"

Kakashi's eyes grow dark with the shade of his spiky hair, as he hunches over, his day ruined before it could begin. Please tell me I'm not taking the three stooges with me," he begs.

Tsunade looks Incredulous. "What do you take me for?! I wouldn't send a bunch of children out on a mission like this!"

"A mission like what, Sensei?" Naruto asks.

"Nevermind! What are you three doing here anyway?!"

Sakura coyly holds out a little wrapped package, sealed with a pink heart sticker. "Oh! You forgot your lunch. Iruka Sensei sent us to deliver it to you."

The teens giggle.

"HEY! THIS IS A TOP SECRET MISSION BRIEF! Now if you're finished playing house, I'D SUGGEST YOU ALL LEAVE!!!" The busty blond bombshell bellows–as she is apt to do in such circumstances.

"Yes, M'lady!" The pinkette squeals, than grabs the two boys in a double headlock, and ushers them out the door. "Let's go you idiots!"

"Geez, granny Tsunade really needs to get laid." The blond groans.

"Sakura, a tight hug that lasts longer than five seconds, means that the person is showing you affection beyond simple friendship. At least that's what the book sa..."

BANG!

Kakashi slams the door behind the teens. "Now where were we?"

BANG!!!

Suddenly the door swings back open with immense force, and smacks the dog-nin hard in the face.

"BEHOLD THE POWER OF YOUTH! WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS THAT BIG SEXY LADY KILLER, AND MY ETERNAL RIVAL?!"

"You crushed him behind the door, Gai." Tsunade murmurs without looking up. "Kakashi, Gai will be going with you as back up. This is a covert mission and I'd rather not send a ton of people," she states with nonchalant indifference. "You have all the information Kakashi, you can catch Gai up on the way. NOW MOVE!"

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"Alright Kakashi, what's the scoop? What poor lovesick waif are you supposed to woo into a gunnysack?"

"Don't say it like that! Anyway, apparently this woman has recently joined the Akatsuki, our information places her and two others, in this small rural Onsen in the Land of Steam."

"A hot springs huh? How romantic."

"Knock it off, Gai!"

"Heh heh, I thought 'knocking it off' was your job on this mission." Gai teases knowingly.

"Kakashi sighs. "Hopefully we can catch her before that becomes necessary."

"Mhm, surrre. How long has it been since you've spent your rut with a lady? Five years? Six? You can't tell me your aren't a little excited."

"Nervous is more like it. What If I lose control, and blow the mission? I have to admit. This isn't really my forte."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Kakashi. I got your back! Just use your suppressant and do your thing, if there's trouble, you sweep her off her feet, and whisk her away. I'll be on'em like a fly on stink!" Gai points to himself with his thumb and smiles with gleaming white teeth.

"Well said Gai." The dog-nin sighs with no small amount of sarcasm.

Thank you, Kakashi. 

(Sigh)

Chapter Text

To your dismay, once at the Onsen, Kakuzu pays for only one room. He grumbles something about hot water being a rip off, and the man at the front desk gives you a sideways glance, as the small woman follows the two super sized men to the single room.

"Oh, uhh, it's cozy," you say politely.

"It's fucking cramped, you mean! There's barely enough room for our futons."

"It's fine, we only have to sleep here," Kakuzu gruffs.

Hidan sneezes. "Hmmm someone must be thinking about me." He gives you a shady eye.

"That's 'talking about you', idiot."

"Even better!"

You and Kakuzu groan in unison. You're way too tired for this. The silver haired devil has been hitting on you the entire trip, and what's worse is that your heat started today.

He's gonna be insufferable for the next three days.

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You come out of the shower feeling less crusty but sill overall terrible. You're still not sure what caused you to go feral, but you don't want to think about that right now.

"God's I need a drink!"

"Aren'tcha gonna hit the springs with us babe? Hidan drawls."

"You hate the hot springs Hidan. I thought it reminded you of home."

"Fuck off Kakuzu! I don't hate the springs! I hate what greedy old fucks like you have made them into, and how they ruined my home, turning a proud Shinobi village to a resort for soft civilian garbage people! Money grubbing heathens, the lot of them!"

"It's fascinating, the way you can articulate when you want to. You should do that in your everyday speech. Maybe you'd sound less like an illiterate douchebag."

"Fuck you, Kakuzu."

"I knew it wouldn't last."

The Zombie Combo are getting into a heated argument, about the proper use of language, which—like all arguments—inevitably leads to the topic of religion vs wealth, and which is more fulfilling. You take the opportunity while your partners are distracted, to sneak out for a little drinky-drink.

At the bar, you're met by the goofiest looking bartender you've ever seen, and you've been around. This character is dressed in nothing but a loose, green, full-body unitard, with a belt and a vest! He's also rockin' a perfectly trimmed BOWL haircut, and a full Zappa mustache (soul patch included) that doesn't match his hair color! You would be suspicious that it's a bad disguise, but his personality is just as outlandish as his fashion sense, and you're here to drink, not judge. Anyway, it's nice that he was able to find someone to hire him.

You're in the middle of your fifth tokkuri of Sake, listening to the bowl cut yammer on about 'the power of youth' when you smell something strange. A sharp smell, like lime and ozone. It literally kills your buzz, and sets all of your senses on edge. It's something you want to follow, because it smells like immanent danger. It's a stress scent. Is someone in trouble?

You'd just about made up your mind to check it out, when a man with spiky white hair, a black face mask and eyepatch sits down next to you. He's wearing dark blue jeans, a black v neck sweater and a dark brown leather bomber jacket.

I swear if he pulls out a pair of aviators, I'm so...

Your thought is cut short by a hair raising smell. He smells like an electrical fire that someone was trying to put out with margaritas.

You put your hand over your nose and unapologetically blurt out, "Kami on a cross! What happened to you, buddy?!"

The bartenders goofy smile sinks to his knees, and you're suddenly feeling very ashamed.

The dude looks completely defeated, and you don't think you've ever said so many sorries in your life, trying to fix the damage to his ego.

As a last resort, your guilty ass offers to buy the poor thing a drink. He happily accepts, and you have to stifle a giggle when the big strong Shinobi orders something pink and fizzy.

"Sooooo, what's your name?" You prod.

"Kakashi."

The bartender smacks his forhead at the other end of the bar. Huh, must be Torette's.

"Hi, Kakashi San, you can call me Clio."

"Ah," he finally says taking a breath. "It's nice to meet you Clio Chan."

You blush, and eye the bartender who seems to be watching you suspiciously.

"Psst, Kakashi San, easy on the "Chan" business. I may or may not be of legal drinking age," you whisper

The nervous man chuckles. "I see, don't worry, you're secret's safe with me." He mimes a locking motion on the side of his mouth and throws the key over his shoulder.

You relax, and try to make some form of conversation. "So whatcha drinking there? looks sweet."

"Not really, it's mostly gin. I don't really like sweet things."

"Well, than your gonna love me!" You slap your hand on your chest, and raise the other in the air with a silly flourish.

"I don't know." Kakashi laughs, "you put me a bit more at ease. That was pretty sweet of you."

The masked Shinobi does seem more relaxed. The sharp scents are dissipating into more pleasant notes of cedar, aloeswood, vanilla and musk

You've never experienced stress scents so strong in another animal-nin before. It was like he's a completely different person. You're eyelids start to sag a little and you almost start purring before catching yourself. The alcohol is really getting to you, and you figure it's a good time to leave.

"Well, gentlemen, I must be off. I have a date with the hot springs."

Both the bartender and the spiky shout at you to wait.

"I-It's dangerous to use the hot springs after drinking. You should go with a friend!"

"Uh, yes, I'd be happy to accompany you. There's a mixed bath."

"Yeah, that's not happening, "you scoff, "besides my friends would probably turn you inside out if they found us together."

"I'm sure they'll understand when they find out I'm only trying to help."

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You aren't sure what life choices brought you to this lowly state, but somehow you find yourself drunk, in heat and in a bath with yet another unknown Shinobi in rut. You barely touch the water before your making out with the white haired Adonis, and have to admit, this guy is fucking gorgeous. You know your in a shit ton of real physical danger, buuut the animal brain hormones are saying ya gotta bone.

As for Kakashi, you could ask him to give you his wallet, bank account number and the deed to his house and he'd happily do it, if it meant you'd suck his cock.

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"Damn it, where is that brat?! Kakuzu bellows."

In the distance he hears women screaming, than Hidan running through the hall with multiple red handprints all over his chest and face. "She's not in the lady's bath."

Presently they come to the bar. "Hey you... fucking hell, look at this guy! Hidan taunts."

"Did you see a woman with long red hair and cat ears?!"

The bartender just stands there, gaping like a fish, when a sweet little old granny sittingin the corner speaks up.

"She went to the Onsen with that nice young Shinobi in the mask and eyepatch."

"Kakuzu begins to fume."

Than the old woman's eyes grow dark and ominous. "By the way..." She points at Gai. "That is not the bartender!"

Gai jumps on the bar, whips out his nunchucks and go's all Bruce Lee on'em. Chaos ensues, and people scatter everywhere, screaming and knocking over chairs and tables, while the old woman cackles in the corner.

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Kakashi has you fully under his control now, and greedily suckling his big veiny cock deep down your throat. The sound of his drool soaked balls slapping against your chin, echos through the stony hills. Earlier he had gotten the key to a private bath from the owner, and only he and Gai know were you are right now.

The clash of metal on metal, and the panicked screams of civilians tells your captor-to-be that the party's started. He knew he should have just grabbed you the moment he released his scent, but God damn that head feels sensational. You're ears prick at the sound of fighting. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. There's something wrong, and you're powerless to do anything about it.

Kakashi's fangs glint in the moonlight, he grasps your auburn curls with both hands, and bangs his hips into your face with a feral urgency. His climax is intense and loud. He snarls and growls, yet he is still hungry. You pull off him, and beg to be bred. Kakashi knows Gai is trying to give him time, but he can't help himself. He has to cum. He has to breed.

The spiky headed man slaps himself in the face, he's not sure why the suppressant isn't working, but he's not a mindless animal. Kakashi has a mission to complete. Take her to the randevu point, than send his fastest ninken to signal Gai to lead your companions away through a gauntlet of traps to confuse and lose them. After that, meet up and go home.

Kakashi dresses himself, and grabs your belongings. He runs a purposely confused zig zag direction to nowhere, then heads straight to the randevu without leaving a trace. He summons Ūhei, (the greyhound with bandages) and sends him to assist with Gai's escape.

Now, he has you all to himself. Without waiting to catch his breath, he takes out a scroll and summons his sleeping bag. Damn it this is so wrong. He could resist anything, even women of his own clan. What the hell makes you so irresistible? He places your shivering body on the thick down filled fabric, and smiles.

"Don't worry Clio San, you'll be warm soon."

Kakashi undresses himself, climbes inside the sleeping bag, zips the two of you up and commits to the sin.

He slips his middle finger through your folds and passed your entrance. "So wet for me. Gods forgive me for making you wait."

Your body moves restlessly, curling around the hound-nin, licking and gnawing at the nape of his neck like you're about to die, and Kakashi's hot skin conceales the sweet necter of life beneath. In turn, the masked Shinobi's sheds his facial coverings, hot puffs of breath ghost against your skin, as he sucks on your scent gland until blood vessels brake, and one purple bruise after another, blooms like a row of flowers circling your neck.

"Breed me Kakashi San," you beg. You're voice sounds slight and pathetic in your ears, but the sweetly submissive plee, lights a white hot flame in your new mates core. He's waited long enough.

Kakashi's dick is rock hard and veiny, it gets thicker towards the middle than tapers off a little at the base. You know this, even in the darkness, because you can feel every single inch of his thickness spreading, and stretching your entrance. You don't know how much more you can take, until finally, the pressure is relieved, and the entirety of Kakashi's throbbing cock is pushing hard against your trembling walls.

His strokes start slowly, but relentlessly. The extra girth in the middle of the masked Shinobi's–hard as steel–manhood works the extra sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. You feel the head, and every vein knead against that spot which blurs your vision, and makes you spontaneously pray to the Gods.

Kakashi is no joke. He might spend more nights with porn than with women but he knows exactly what he has, and the optimal way to use it.

Sweat drips onto your chest, and Kakashi unzips the sleeping bag despite the cold. Hot steem rises in the air from your bodies, as he expertly moves inside of you, while the rough thatch of white hair at the base of his cock nudges your glistening pearl just right. You've never once felt the need to interupt the gorgeous Shinobi's ministrations. Every movement he makes, every kiss, every lick is made at the perfect moment to bring you closer to your peak without taking you over, and ending the dance.

You don't know if it's his utter beauty, your heat, or his mastery of his own body, but whatever it is you can't get enough. Than you see it, a glint of red in the darkness. One Sharingan eye. He's holding your orgasm from you on purpose, watching every muscle twitch, every change in body temperature. With that eye Kakashi is able to hold you on the verge for as long as he desires, keeping you lost in a delicious limbo of sensation.

Finally, and only when he decides it, he lays you on your stomach and stretches across your back. Now, that you're nearly delusional with need, Kakashi delves his thickness deep with punishing thrusts. He pushes into your back with all of his weight, forcing your clit to grind hard into the fabric of the sleeping bag, while the heavy rounded swell of his cock slides against your insides faster and harder than before.

All that time Kakashi spent carefully tightening the coil in your core becomes worth it, when he gets to see your face as it finally snaps, and you completely unravel underneath his Sharingan. You scream Kakashi's name, as you cum hard on his cock, forcing him to spill his load inside you, from the powerful aftershocks of your vaginal muscles pulsing over his rigid, trembling manhood.

It was a shame it had to end, but Kakashi and Gai had a duty to perform. They had to get you back to the Leaf, while you're two traveling companions were busy following a carefully placed wild goose chase.

Gai ran with you on his shoulder all the way back to the village, with Kakashi hot on his heal. The rutting male had to be physically restrained by Genma, Asuma and Anko when you arrived, so Ibiki could get you in a cell at T&I. Extra guards had to be posted to protect you from not only the Inuzuka clan, but also Kakashi's boner.

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Tsunade's eyebrow twitches involuntarily during the mission debrief. Kakashi's report read like an Icha Icha novel, and the lady Sannin found herself wishing that Testicular Torsion no Jutsu was a thing, or that there was a pressure point on the body one could punch, to cause spontaneous explosive diarrhea.

Chapter Text

You came to your senses via a fire hose of cold soapy water, being held by a 'well equipped' wasp wasted woman with dark hair, done up in a spiky half bun. She had one eye closed, and her tongue poking out in a teasing way. Behind her was a tall man, dressed all in black. Even though the splattering suds blocked most of your view, the long jagged scars that decorated his face were hard to miss, as if his stern expression wasn't enough to intimidate. Oh, and he happened to be watching you slip and slide,  bare ass naked gracefully across the floor of a place–you had no idea where it was.

"Good, Anko, she's coming out of it," the man orders coldly.

"See? Told you that perverted Kakashi marked her with his funk. That's why she couldn't respond before. I blame those vile books he reads," the woman spits, but with no venom. She looks almost amused. "I think you should give him a talking to, Ibiki Sempai."

Ah, what? 'Marked?' Oh...

You quickly take stock of your situation. The headbands suggest Leaf Shinobi. Make sense. The guy in rut, the bartender, the sounds of fighting. You've been kidnapped... yet. again. Now you're freezing and wet in a tiled room. I suppose this is where the Inuzuka deem to kill me. Keh, I was better off on my own. Leaving your protection up to the Akatsuki is like abandoning a litter of kittens in a garbage can. Gah, who am I kidding? This is my fault... yet. again.

You're bitter pity party is short lived however, when the tall man raises his hand in a curt gesture, that reminds you of a kid twirling their finger in the air, and sarcastically exclaiming "woohoo" to feign excitement where there is none.

You gnash your teeth, expecting something to happen, but when nothing does, you begin to look around in confusion. Than an "Okay" in the distance, and the one called Anko, hits you with an even stronger, even colder jet of water. After a few more seconds of angry spluttering mixed with various rude names toward your female attacker, the ice shower is over, and you're ushered out of the tiled section–of what you now see is a large room–by way of somebody else's mind.

You can only watch, as your body follows the two Leaf Shinobi to a large rounded container. You helpfully seat your self inside the metal tit, with you're head sticking out the top as the nipple. A blond man whom you didn't notice sitting in the corner stands up, and at once you're body returns to your control.

During your time at Nekobaa's, you were tasked to learn as much as you could about the clans who pursued you, which means you had a pretty good idea of where you were, and what to expect. Putting on a brave face, you inwardly shutter, but as bad as finding yourself in the Konohagakure Torture and Interrogation unit is, it's probably better than falling into the hands of the Inuzuka clan. At least here there was a sliver of hope, albeit thin, and accompanied with the promise of pain.

"Sooo, this is the Ibiki Spa and Grill. And this thing I'm sitting in, "you bang a knuckle on the inside of the metal boob." Is it my personal sauna?"

It is, Ibiki smiles, "and This man will be attending to your scalp massage." As stoic as the head of T&I tries to appear to his subordinates, he does so love a little back and forth banter with his prisoners.

"Inoichi Yamanaka, huh? Does this mean you'll be braking my mind or just cracking it?"

"That depends on you, Ibiki coos. You will definitely prefer his methods over mine."

Slowly you become aware of your body heating up, and steam beginning to escape from the hole around your neck. "Whoa! It really IS a sauna!" You exclaim with an amused chuckle.

The new blonde ponytail wordlessly approaches you, and places his hand on your forhead. You note his eyebrows, are almost as freakishly bushy as your fake bartender's from the other night. Not completely unexpectedly, your brain begins to unleash a torrent of mental diarrhea, in the form of memories of the night before, and you know this poor dude has to experience not only fucking Kakashi, but enjoying it... a lot.

You suddenly feel a new-found respect for this man you've never met. The garbage he must find in people's minds, especially Shinobi. You shutter at the thought, unwittingly releasing more brain vomit. This time, you treat the Yamanaka to all of your embarrassing childhood memories, including the time Itachi, and Sasuke caught you and took your paw print.

This particular event triggers an automatic response, causing a heavy iron door to drop between your brain and the Yamanaka, with a sign that states: "Brain Off Limits! (You naughty boy.)"

You find yourself floating around beside your own brain. Your Sensei Nekobaa, perches cross legged on top of your gray matter, like some Guru on a mountain top. "I'm sorry about the memoriy barrier, dear. I'm sure you know why I can't afford to let those Konoha people get the memories of my involvement with you. I have a granddaughter to protect you see."

"Don't worry about it, Sensei. I should be thanking you. I'd hate to think of what Pain would do if they found anything important on the Akatsuki. Although I can't imagine what that could be."

"Oh, you'd be surprised what the likes of them could glean from the smallest hint of a memory, not to mention how much the fools could miss from the most obvious clues." Necobaa pats your hand assuringly. "It's better to be safe than sorry, dear. Unfortunately, this barrier can't hold forever, eventually these devils will find me in here, and no doubt track me down. I was alerted the moment the seal was activated. Right now, the real me is preparing for the visit. Still, it's not to late for those Akatsuki friends of yours to come and rescue you."

"Pff, fat chance. I doubt I have anything up here they don't already know. Maybe Deidara would try, but not Kakuzu and Hidan." You laugh at the very notion of either one of the grouchy pair lifting a finger to save you, unless ordered to do so. The thought of Pain doing anything, is even more laughable. Itachi, Kisame and Sasori are lukewarm on you at best.

"I don't think you give your friends enough credit. Take a look down there." Nekobaa points to a visage of Pain, silently standing guard over the little ball of folds inside your noggin.

You squint your eyes, to make sure you're not seeing things, but considering everything you're witnessing right now is a vision anyway, whose to say?

"What's he doing here?" You whisper, afraid to accidentally wake the God living in your head.

"Same as me dear, he's a memory barrier. A very good one in fact. He's also designed to inform the caster if the Jutsu is ever activated."

"Why? It's not like Pain has to worry too much about Konoha paying a visit."

"No, I wouldn't expect he would. Do you know of any other reason he would want to know if you've been captured?"

"To... come and... get me?"

Necobaa shrugs her shoulders. "It's a possibility. She muses. Uh oh, looks like they're almost through already." The Cat granny sighs. "I suppose my old fashioned memory seals could use some updating. Listen Clio Chan, when this is all over, come visit Granny Necobaa, won't you? I'll make cookies. No raisins, chocolate chips or macadamia nuts." The old woman smiles warmly, than disappears.

"Aw, Granny! You remembered," You coo.

"Who the hell are you calling Granny?!" An insulted looking Anko huffs.

A couple of guards snicker behind her.

Her head creeks slowly toward the two men, a warning growl rumbling in her throat. "Izumo, Kotetsu," she murmurs through gritted teeth, voice dripping with mock softness. "Please escorte our guest to the penthouse suite."

You squish your pruny fingers together, your pores feel fantastic after the sauna, but the rest of you... not so much. Talk about "sweating" you for information.

Izumo gives you a shove into the dank little cell, while continuing his conversation with his partner as though you're not there.

Rude!

"So, are you thinking about it?"

"Yeah, I'd ask her out, but she's just so damn scary!"

"I heard she goes bar hopping with friends on Fridays, maybe she's more approachable after a few drinks."

"Or maybe she'll get snaky. Get it? Snaky drunk, and she uses snakes?"

"Ha ha, that's pretty good Kotetsu!"

The two men flinch away from each other, startled by the sudden appearance of your face thrust between them. "HEY BOYS!"

"JESUS FUCK!"

"GAH!"

"Relax, I can't do shit with these Chakra cuffs on. Man, you Hidden Villages have all the nice gear. The Akatsuki made me wear a pink collar with a bell like a damn house pet!"

"HA!" Kotetsu starts laughing, but Izumo bumps his shoulder, shaking his head.

"Aww, come on guys, you're not even gonna make conversation? I haven't even done anything."

"You slaughtered an entire dance club, Izumo chides."

"They were all gang members! That doesn't count." You grumble the last sentence, not sure what information you should be talking about.

"I get it, you're not supposed to talk to me because you don't know what I could use against you, being this big dangerous Akatsuki member and all." You wave both hands in the air, "oo scaaary," than sigh. "Well, verbal or not, at least I'm not alone in here."

After a couple of minutes, the two men are visibly swimming in sweat.

You smerk, you might be stuck in here, and probably about to be tortured, but you can still fuck with someone who can't do anything about it. You stand right by the bars, and flap your shirt to fan yourself. Is it just me, or is it freaking hot in here? You ask, making sure the air from your billowing prison top, brushes against both guard's hair.

"You must be hot too, you murmur. You're both sweating, and you're faces are red... Hey, guys! Do you smell that? Is someone wearing perfume?"

The two Chunin share a glance and sniff, after all, it can't be any of the prisoners, and it's definitely not them. You pull the biggest and shit-eatingest Cheshire smile ever. It's just too good, watching your captors searching all around—serious as a heart attack—for the origin of rose and raspberry perfume.

"It's so subtle, I can't pinpoint it."

"We should report this."

Your slit-like pupils contract and you panic. You definitely don't want anyone finding out your pheromones are detectable to non-animal-nin. "WATE A MINUTE GUYS! Ahem, you can't leave me alone! I'm dangerous, see?" You reach between the bars, grab Izumo, and yank his arm through to give him a non-committal nip with your canines.

"Ouch, hey, quit it! Izumo whines."

Kotetsu laughs at your antics. "Wow, dude, and you call yourself a Ninja! Ow! Man, she's fast!"

You can't believe these two. If you were any other Akatsuki member, they would be a stain on the wall by now. Of course if you were any other Akatsuki member, you wouldn't be here at all.

"How did you guys pass the drug test to stay on active duty?"

"Psh," Kotetsu mumbles under his breath, something to the effect of, "why do you think we're always stuck doing these shitty jobs?"

To which Izumo punches him in the sholder, and whispers much too loudly, "Dude! Don't tell her that!"

You sigh. Everyone here is an idiot.

You're having a great time, messing with your Chunin guards. They eventually learned to stand far enough away to avoid grabby hands, but can do nothing about your pheromones and deviously suggestive conversation. In no time, you had the pair of closet hippies shamelessly flirting with you, and you decide that it's a great pass time, if not immediately helpful, aside from garnering sympathy from your guards.

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"Okay guys, say goodbye to your girlfriend! The Hokage's here to talk to the prisoner," Anko barks from the door of the T&I detention unit.

Izumo and Kotetsu practically levitate from their seated positions in front of your cell. They quickly gather up the playing cards, (yes they were breaking about a half a dozen rules) and scurry out the same door Anko entered. (Noted)

"I can't believe it. She drawls, those guys might be a pair of 40wat bulbs at times, but they're still very capable Shinobi."

"Really?"

"Shocker, I know, but it's true. They aren't so easily swayed by a pretty face and a little sweet talk. So why is it I come in here, and their practically eating out of your hands?"

"It's the ears, guys can't resist a cat girl," you snark.

Anko grins, pulls a keychain from her trenchcoat pocket, and presses a button on a small remote. Immediately, the Chakra cuffs around your wrists are jerked to a spot on the floor, right in front of the bars. The Konoha Interrogator crouches over you, a placid expression on her face. "I don't know what weird power you have that doesn't require Chakra, but I'll find out, even if I have to pull out each and every one of those cute little fingernails."

"Anko! That's enough. Let her up."

"Yes, Hokage Sama."

"Leave us."

"But Hokage Sama, s-she's dangerous! You should have seen what she did to Izumo and Kotetsu!"

"What did she do?!"

"Sh-she...talked them...into, ahem, playing cards... w-with her..."

Anko visibly shrinks under Tsunade's piercing gaze. With a single raise of the lady Sannin's eyebrow, The younger woman crumbles.

"I'ma a just go." She says meekly, with shoulders hunched, and knees pushed together.

With the nuisance gone, Tsunade cocks her hip in a sorta brassy way that says, 'honey, you don't want none-a-dis', and you believe the hip. That hip ain't tellin' no lie.

"Hi?" You draw out the word with about as much confidence as a puppy preparing to summit it's first staircase. A tall. blonde. staircase.

"You... You're Akatsuki? Sorry for being presumptuous, but you don't seem like the type."

Where's all that piss and vinegar?

"I guess I didn't have a choice. I sorta needed protection from your godamn Inuzuka clan! You know they've been trying to kill me since I was three? Do you have any idea what that's like? To have you're own people out for your blood? Losing your family right after learning to talk?"

"How did you survive?"

"And I should tell you that? Why? So you can find the kind innocent souls who helped me, and torture them on the off chance they might know something about your enemies? Hate to tell you this, but I haven't seen them in years." You sit on the hard cot in the cramped space, and stare down at your folded hands. "I don't even know if...any of them are still alive."

"How long have you been with the Akatsuki?"

"Not long enough to learn how to stay out of trouble."

"Long enough for them to attempt a rescue?"

You shake your head drearily. "You'll die of old age waiting for them to come for me, and I can't tell you any juicy info either, but I'm sure you're torture experts will find that out soon enough."

Tsunade's lips disappear for a moment before pursing into a thin line. You sense a subtle shift in her stance, something is making her uncomfortable. Her confidence is wavering, and she seems to be mulling something over in her mind.

"Do you know why your family clans have been trying to capture you?"

You lay back on your cot, and sigh. "You seem to already know the answer to that, and I've stopped caring."

"You should probably just put me down now. I'm no use to you."

"We'll see," she huffs cryptically, before storming out of the room.

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KAKASHI:

When Kakashi walks through Konoha's main gait, he's distracted. Too distracted to even read his favorite book. His fingers graze the well warn paperback cover in his vest pocket, but all he can think about is you.

Izumo and Kotetsu, eye the Jonin warily as he passes the guard station. Kakashi doesn't see the silent signal that pass between the two Chunin, which is quite the oversight on his part. Normally, the masked Shinobi's senses are on high alert at all times. The lack of concentration, of course, is due to his rut, which is why it's necessary for him to have time off once a year.

He hasn't even bathed since your encounter and he's still covered in your scent, which causes him even more distraction.

Once, during a casual conversation with the guardsmen some years ago, Izumo pinched his nose, and complained about Kotetsu's B.O., only for Kakashi to take ownership over the lingering stank. He explained that it was an instinct to stay 'dirty' as a way to attract females by having the strongest scent possible. He had no idea that this freely shared tidbit of information, between trusted comrades would come back to bite him in the ass one day.

Unbeknownst to the rutting male, two shadowy figures, stealthily inch their way closer.

"Yo! Kakashi! How's it hangin'?" Kotetsu wraps his arm around the stinky Kakashi.

The spiky halts with a squinting smile. "A bit to the left," he jokes.

"So tell me about that little cat girl you brought in the other day! Man that pussy is hot!" He pretends to lick his finger and touch it to his hip making a sizzling sound between his teeth.

Kakashi laughs, "I...uh can't really discuss it, he mutters. It's...sorta classified."

"Aww, you can tell your old buddies Izumo and Kotetsu, can'tcha?"

"Izumo? Where's..."

Just than Kotetsu grabs Kakashi and shouts "NOW!"

"Hey, what the?"

"WATER RELEASE: SYRUP TRAP!" Izumo spits a sticky viscous liquid at the pair's feet.

At this point Kotetsu had already concentrated his Chakra to the souls of his boots, but the hormone addled brain of Kakashi, simply couldn't register what was happening until it was too late. Truth be told, he still didn't figure it out, even after it was too late.

Without hesitation the guards descend on the hound-nin, like two Coonhounds do a dead fish on the beach. Kakashi tries to swat the annoying flys away, but his delayed reflexes are no help as the two men dart back and forth with fast confusing attacks. The strange thing is, they aren't actually hitting him but instead every attack consists of grazing his neck with different body parts, and as quickly as the ambush started, it was over.

Kakashi is left standing motionless in a puddle of sticky syrup just outside the Konohagakure's front gate.

"Guys? Are you going to help me out here, or... guys?"

The bewildered Jonin is left in silence, save for the wind blowing through the trees. A tumbleweed bounces without aim across the road, to parts unknown. In the distance, a hawk cries out it's lonely song.

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Izumo and Kotetsu smirk at each other when they take up their positions by your cell door for their shift.

"Hey, my dudes." You greet as you lounge languidly on your cot. Eventually a strong waft of Cedar, aloeswood, vanilla and musk fo shizzle hits yo nizzle making your nose twitch. You're allocated babysitters jump out of their skins mid-smirk, when you fling yourself at the cell doors with a loud CLANG of the Chakra cuffs hitting the bars.

Their jarred expressions don't last though, and they strut over smugly. Your chest heaves with stilted breaths, sweat drips down your neck, and nestles between your breasts, which you unconsciously squeeze together. Carnal desire fills your heat, causing your scent glands to ache from the sudden overproduction of sex pheromones.

"W-what did you two do?!" You chide the men entrusted with your care.

Izumo and Kotetsu no longer feel superior when they're hit full force with your pheromones.

"Oh, shit... Izumo?"

"Yeah, me too, Kotetsu."

They couldn't have known about your 'special ability'. They had only meant to tease their new frienemy, but now that their brains feel like soft tofu, suddenly this prank isn't all that funny anymore.

Chapter Text

"NO! No no no, fuck! Shit, this shouldn't be happening! Clio, what are you doing?!" Izumo growls.

"Me?! You're the one who rolled around on Kakashi like a dog on a dead fish!" You whine.

"It was just a prank, bro! What do we do?" Kotetsu huffs.

You bring your knees together, hoping to quell a little bit of the need welling between your legs. "Idiots! How should I know! Nobody's ever done something this stupid before! I've only fucked three times in my life, and two of them could barely be considered consensual!"

You're in agony, and so terribly hot. Unable to stand your fever any longer, you completely strip yourself of clothing, and hang like a tapestry against the cell bars.

Izumo tries to look away from you, but Kotetsu is too close. In an instant, the man with the bandage across his nose, is pulled flat against the bars with his lips smashed against yours. You grab the back of his spiky black hair, and push his head as close to the nape of your neck as you can.

As if forced by some ancient instinct, the Chunin locks his teeth into your flesh, and sucks. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he melts against the bars with a soft moan.

Izumo attempts to pull his comrade away from you, but Kotetsu's hands have a death grip on the bars. You extend your hand to the man just out of reach, and sigh blissfully when he acquiesces to your silent plee. Again, as if told to do so by some inborn need, he bites your wrist, filling his mouth and nose with your intoxicating scent.

As if under a spell, both men abandon reason, and press themselves against the bars to beg for your attention. As vulnerable as they are, mouths parted, eyes half lidded and tender necks exposed, you have narry a violent thought. Instead your only desire is to fulfill the needs of your mates, as is their wish for you too.

Izumo takes your mouth wantonly, and with greed, his tongue slides against your lips, coaxing them to part and accept him inside, which you gratefully do.

Kotetsu reaches into your cage, and pulls you against the cold bars. His mouth finds the hard tan bud in the middle of your breast, and you gasp loudly, as his teeth go in for a little bite, before doing the same to the other.

The first man let's his hand wander down your ribs, to the curve of your waist, and over your soft plush hip. He cups his hand over your ass cheek, and pulls you so hard against the bars as to bruise.

"Kotetsu..." the brunette breathes his partner's name, as though he's done it a hundred times. "I'll hold her, and you go down."

The bandaged man nods. "Yeah," he whispers, and trails wet needy kisses down your belly, to the mounds of Venus, hip, than finally, your pink pearl, where he plants tonguing and sucking, open-mouth kisses.

Your body shutters and jolts from the pleasure of Kotetsu's expert oral massaging, but he wraps each thigh with a sturdy immovable arm, while Izumo holds your core in place with large strong hands clasped tightly against your ass.

"I can't fucking believe this is happening," you whisper.

Izumo laughs, a breathless, airy sound that catches between long deep kisses. "This is absolutely insane," he agrees. You push the hair away from his face, and watch as his big brown eyes dart back and forth between yours. His pupils are blown wide, and the desire within them is only matched by the voracity in which his partner mouths your cunt.

They hold you as close as the bars will allow, drunk off your scent, high on your taste and completely addicted to your moans and sighs. Each second the Leaf Shinobi are close to you, only serves to drive them harder to pleasure their little Akatsuki prisoner.

Perhaps at one point, they felt like traders to their village at best, abusers of their power at worst, but it didn't matter now.

The moment Kotetsu penetrates you with one deft finger, and than two, your body can't take any more, but that doesn't stop him from giving it. He seeks to slake your need, with rapid curling motions of his nimble fingers, to work the spongy collection of nerves inside you. Coupled with an eager tongue massaging you're clit, you fall apart in the arms of the enemy.

Izumo and Kotetsu sit by your cell, offering water, petting your hair and giving ear scritches. They patiently let you recharge, before allowing you to return the favor, which you did with gusto.

Both men show you absolute trust, when presenting your hungry eyes with a pair of hard twitching dicks. Your mouth waters at the sight of the two handsome Ninja's throbbing members, waiting for your hands and mouth. They are not disappointed. Being the fastest member of the Akatsuki doesn't just mean fighting speed.

The two men hold the bars with white knuckles, while you wet each cock, preparing it with your mouth, before starting the double hand job slow and sloppy at first, just to watch their cute reactions, and hear the quiet curses and praise. Faster and faster you start to milk those cocks, until the Chunin can do nothing but hold on for dear life. Izumo is the first to crack.

"Shit here it comes!"

Without skipping a beat, you swing your leg up in a vertical split maneuver, exposing your pussy to the surprise, and delight of the cute brunette. He wastes no time in penetrating you to spend his last few thrusts, as well as his seed inside your wanton little core.

Kotetsu watches the acrobatic display in awe. As soon as his partner pulls away to slump to the floor, he plunges his hard trembling cock deep into your cunt's tight hug. He grabs your tiny waist, and gives a few shaking thrusts, before shooting white hot ropes of his own mixture of sperm and seman, up into your eager womb.

With shaking hands, the loyal Leaf guards arrange themselves back into their pants as best they can, while slumped against the bars of your cell, trembling and wheezing. They whisper extollations on your beauty, as they watch their combined seed drip from your opening.

Just when you think it couldn't get any better, your proven correct when the pair of imbeciles, give each other a high-five, and shout "COCK BROTHERS!" In fucking unison.

You flop down with your back against the cold stone floor, and roll your eyes. "Oh my Kami!" You laugh, hand slaped against your forhead. "You guys are such idiots!"

"Hey! Kotetsu huffs. Correction, we're YOU'RE idiots!"

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Finding it impossible to continue working with Kakashi's musk on their clothing, your guards vented the air in the T&I detention unit, and requested replacement guards on the pretense of double food poisoning.

The whole situation was bizarre, but kinda filled you with a twisted sense of power. Maybe this could be something you could use to escape.

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IZUMO AND KOTETSU:

"Don't Bogard that joint, my friend. Pass it over to me."

"Dispensary is down the street bro."

"Come on man, sharing is caring."

"Pfft, here."

"Thanks dude." Izumo lies on the sofa of the apartment he shares with his best friend.

Kotetsu is spread out on a large beanbag—shaped like a poop emoji—and playing Ninja Gaiden. "Ya know, I've been thinking, if Clio has another session with Inoichi, won't we get in trouble?"

"Huh, Why?"

"Well, he's gonna see that shit we did yesterday, won't he?"

Izumo sits up in realization. "Fuck, you're right! They might even take our Hitai-ate away!"

"What if we go to prison, like, for colluding with the enemy or some shit!"

"What if we... kinda let her escape?"

"What? Are you crazy?! No way we get away with that!"

"Shush, someone's coming."

(Buzzzz)

"Well, I ain't getting it, I got food poisoning."

"Yeah, me too."

(Buzzzzzzzzzzz)

"COME BACK LATER! WE'RE SICK."

(CRASH)

"MOTHER OF KAMI!!! I-I mean... hey K-Kakashi, what's up?" Izumo sinks into the couch cushions, as Kakashi approaches slow and menacingly.

"What's up? Well, let me tell you. It took me two hours to escape your damn syrup trap, and then..."

"Why didn't you just take off your shoes, than you could have walked on top with Chakra, and pulled them out, Kotetsu interrupts."

Izumo and Kotetsu watch, as Kakashi's hackles visibly rise, and a cloud of black energy surrounds his head. He grabs the two Chunin by their collars. "BECAUSE I HAVE RUT BRAIN, THAT MAKES ME STUPID, UNSTABLE...and very, VERY...violent." the Jonin's voice dips low and evil. The weaker males close their eyes, and concede to the Alfa dog's will.

Passers-by can only hear muffled oofs, and banging around from the apartment, but don't stop, as it's never a good idea to interupt a Shinobi battle.

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The Akatsuki:

The tiny pupils of Pain's Rinnegan move past the seething Jashinnist, to fix solely on his most stalwart follower. The one whom he charged with the task, of keeping you safely in Akatsuki possession. "What do you mean...taken?"

Pain's expression is as unreadable as always, but Kakuzu knows better. He has never let the leader down before, and now he has to explain his most humiliating failure, since the botched attempt on Hashirama Senju's life. No, there was that other thing. Remember Kakuzu, you failed 'her' too.

"She was abducted by Shinobi of unknown origin. We have some Ideas of the possible identity of the Kidnappers, but we will need backup if our suspicions are true."

"Explain."

"During the skirmish between the Yasei and the Inuzuka clans, the Inuzuka were the ones to come out on top. At the moment The Yasei are too weak to make this kind of move against the Akatsuki. However The Inuzuka have the entirety of Konohagakure at their backs. As you know the Leaf is touted as having the most powerful Shinobi, of all the Hidden Villages. This was a well organized abduction. There were traps, bread crumb trails and dead ends. We followed them all, but couldn't get any closer to Clio's whereabouts."

"So it's the Hidden Leaf."

"We believe so, Leader Sama."

"Very well, I will devise a battle plan using our current knowledge on that village. Inform the others of the situation, tell them to ready themselves, and bring me Itachi Uchiha, Orochimaru, and Kabuto Yakushi"

"Yes, Leader Sama."

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"It's been two days, Kakuzu! Two fucking days!" Hidan growls.

"Why don't we just go in there, and level the place with my art, yeah?"

"Pff," Sasori rolls his doll-like eyes, in his Basswood skull. Precocious strapling. "I hate to be kept waiting, but those pathetic firecrackers you call art, are of no help to Cleo, when we don't know where she's being held. Our leader, and three Leaf missing-nin, are drawing up a meticulous plan of action."

"Fuck that Uchiha!" Deidara grumbles." I wouldn't trust that fucker to sit the right way on a toilet seat!"

"HEY!" Kisame snaps. (between snickers) That's funny, but NO! The kid is a genius! The ones I don't trust are Orochimaru and Kabuto. What the hell does the leader need THEM for?

"What's the matter dear Kisame, don't you trust me?" Orochimaru coos from the stairwell leading to the upper conference room. He's followed by Itachi, and Kabuto.

Kisame jumps from the couch, and grabs his mission partners shoulders. "Itachi, are we set?! When are we bringing the little moggy home?"

"This better be good news, Uchiha!" Kakuzu warns in a low baritone timbre. The edge of his voice is dulled significantly, by the purring of a certain cat named Chloe, receiving pets in the stitched giant's lap.

We attack Konohagakure, at dawn.

The air in the common room is filled with many cheers, and sighs of relief. Even Orochimaru—for the first time in his life—has no ulterior motive than to retrieve you safe and sound. However, he has plenty of plans for you once you return, but for that, he must be patient. Kakuzu and Hidan, in particular have something to prove, and if they aren't given a front and center role in your rescue, they'll make one for themselves! Full team missions are rarely needed, Itachi can't help but worry about the Akatsuki's teamwork. Hopefully each team can carry out their own part of the plan, without stepping on another's feet.

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Ibiki eyes your naked body, he and Inoichi have been working Pain's memory barriers all night, now that they were down it was his turn to step in. Tsunade's been impatient, she wants answers now. Not only about the Akatsuki, but the Lykenthrope as well. She didn't like what she read about the creature in Ibiki's report of the Inuzuka matriarch's Interrogation and confession.

Ibiki had decided to include Kakashi in your Interrogation, at Tsunade's request.

"Perhaps he could act as a sort of truth serum, to speed up the process. Kakashi reported that the prisoner had no control, or will to fight against his demands."

Izumo and Kotetsu could have told her what a terrible idea that was, if they weren't so afraid of being caught with their dicks in the cookie jar, so to speak. They decide to stand as far away from you as possible, knowing what would happen. Still, they secretly hoped their little cat girl would escape. Not just for their own selfish fear, but because in the short time they knew you, they've truly grown to like you, and didn't think you deserved Ibiki's special brand of torture.

 It was understood at the beginning that Kakashi would need to be restrained for the duration of the 'interview' since his control was limited around you.

So far Ibiki and Inoichi had been aware of certain...urges, around you too, but they were both seasoned Shinobi, with impeccable control. They both secretly assumed that the arousal was due to your exotic beauty, and that you were most certainly 'their type'. What they didn't know, is that being in contact with even the smallest amount of your pheromones, made you 'everyone's type', as long as they had a Y chromosome. Now—with Kakashi in the room—they were about to feel the full rut experience.

The moment he was led into the room with Tsunade, and a full male entourage, you're eyes fly open with emotions ranging from horror to horny, but you were again locked in your tiddy shaped sauna.

You glance over at Izumo and Kotetsu with big pleading eyes. The two men just looked at each other uncomfortably, then back at you with a helpless shrug.

The two closest men were the first to zone out of reality as a pink frost begins to accumulate around the edges of their vision.

You hold your breath, and watch as every man in the room starts to close in on you. Tsunade looks around, at first in confusion, than alarm.

An explosion rattles the room, from the direction of the main gait, and the Hokage has no alternative than to send out the only guards not currently trying to fuck your face.

"Kotetsu, I need every kunoichi you can find here now! Izumo, gather the evacuation teams! Hurry!" The two Chunin do as ordered, leaving every door behind them wide open. Totally by accident of course.

Tsunade leeps on top of the steem chamber, and men start flying through the air as she attempts to fend her own people off of you. Ibiki manages to unlock the metal boob, and you rush past him on all fours to escape, but not before jumping the Hokage, who just happens to be under Inoichi's mind transfer technique. With most of the men temporarily knocked out, you take a moment to rub against her face and arms with your neck and wrists, transferring the bulk of your scent to her before running away.

It's easy to find your way out of the T&I building, thanks to your two best buds. Fresh air and sunshine greets you, as well as a particularly irate spiky haired Kunoichi.

"You bitch! What have you done now?!"

A sudden explosion blows chunks of wood, colorfully painted plaster and cement over the both of you, but neither falter. A sleeve of Anko's trenchcoat erupts with a flurry of snakes, like one of those old peanut jar gags. You dodge effortlessly out of the way. You're too fast for the tokubetsu jonin, and you're smart assery gets the better of you.

"You're nothing compared to me! I know all of your moves. You see, I'm a dear friend of your Sensei, Orochimaru."

Anko huffs, her face bright red with rage and jealousy.

"SHUT UP, WHORE!" She shreeks, and attempts a few more sloppy maneuvers, which you easily dodge. Something is bothering the woman, she looks pained, and her attacks are slow and cumbersome. She gives out a sharp yelp, before grabbing the back of her neck and dropping to her knees.

"You bitch!" She spits, sweat and drool drips from her face, twisted into a hate filled grimace. "Maybe I can't fight you," she growls, "but I can make it so you can't hurt anyone else!" Anko reaches into her pocket, and pulls out the remote control for your Chakra cuffs. "This button will make those cute bracelets of yours s-self destruct. If by some m-miracle you survive... well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you what happens n-next. GAAHHHH!!!"

You observe the woman,  as she crumbles slowly to the ground. It almost looks as though poison is wracking through her body. You don't hear the Sannin approach silently from behind until they pass. A beyond pale hand retrieves the remote from the special Jonin's limp finger tips.

"Now, now, dearest Anko, I apologize, but I can't have you maiming something so precious to me. I know you still harbor some—shall we say— unresolved feelings towards me. It's only natural to have an emotional attachment to your old Sensei, but I've moved on. You were an exemplary student,  but sadly, too weak for what I desire. hmmm," the snake Sannin examines the remote. "I'm afraid I can't free you with this, little one. It is unmarked, and this woman is in no condition to help."

"Allow me." A deep rumbling baritone sends a shiver of delight up your spine." You flinch when the cuffs suddenly snap apart, and are flung aside.

Finally free, you begin to transform, but you're interrupted, when–with a maniacal scream–you're hoisted into the air by a pair of bare arms. Down below you see the fight between Kakuzu and the group of Ninja from the Interrogation room, and Orochimaru fighting with the Hokage.

There was something strange about Kakuzu, you saw a glimpse of white and black from the vicinity of the masked man's back, before the battle you weren't allowed to attend was obscured by tiled rooftops. A sudden flash of fire had your eyes open wide. Up above you is Hidan's cheekily grinning handsome mug. He's pulling you up to the stone faces by his scythe. The cord that's attached to it is much thinner and longer than the one he usually has equipped, and you realize that there is far more than meets the eye to your housemates. Orochimaru's comments to that kunoichi Anko, suggested that he was the cause of her strange calapse, and you find yourself wishing that you had secret Jutsu as well. JEALOUS? perish the thought.

When you land on the third Hokage's spiky head, you can't believe the destruction delivered to Konoha, and you can only hope your little buddies are okay. You don't notice Pain walking up beside you until he speaks, making you flinch and grab your heart. I really gotta work on my situational awareness.

"Everyone to me. We have what we came for."

This guy has a nack for making me feel like an object.

You're impassive Leader looks down at you and forces a smile. "I trust you are whole and unharmed."

You and Hidan make the same distorted expression, and lean back ever so slightly. You absolutely do not like this look on Pain, and before you can beg him to stop, Hidan beats you to the punch.

"Dude, you gotta never smile like that again, alright chief?"

"Clio San, does my smile displease you as well?"

"Uhh, it's a little scary, Leader Sama."

"Intimidating? Hmm, I shall remember that."

Within moments of Pain's call, every single Member of the Akatsuki is standing around you, all talking at once.

"Oi! Guys! Maybe not the place for a family reunion, yeah." Deidara throws a handful of little clay birds toward the group, and they poof into big clay birds. Everyone mounts their birds by team, but before anyone can call dibs on you, you're pulld up by Blue Chakra threads and sandwiched between Deidara and Sasori.

Kakuzu glowers at the pair of grinning 'youths', and Hidan shouts angrily.

"Hey, you bastard sack of dicks! She's ours!"

"We don't see your name tag on her!" Deidara taunts back before rolling his bird dangerously to the side, almost causing you to slide off. Sasori grabs your waist, and chuckles at your screams.

"You'd better concentrate some Chakra to that fine bouncy ass of yours, princess."

Did puppet Sasori just say what I think he said?

"Now you tell me?" You grump, heart still running laps from almost toppling to immanent splat-ification on the forest of broccoli below.

"Sorry about that darling, just trying to get ahead of the pack, hm."

Looking out into the trees, your a little terrified, but having your arms around Deidara, and Sasori's arms around you, helps make everything feel as it should be. The wind is high but your protected from the cold by two bodies, and although one is almost as cold as the dead, the center of his chest is toasty against your back. One might also forget that you're completely naked... Completely what now?

"Oh Gods! I'm naked!!!"

"No duh, the blond laughs, why do you think we're flying so far ahead?"

"Didn't anyone think to bring me a spare cloak, bathrobe, XXL t-shirt, anything?!"

"We didn't exactly expect you to be running around town in the buff, Darling, hm."

"Damn Anko! If it wasn't for her I could have escaped all by myself!"

"That's an interesting way to say thank you," Sasori chides.

"Ah, sorry guys! Thank you so much. I didn't expect anyone to come for me. It's not like the Akatsuki need me or anything."

"No, you're right, the Akatsuki don't need you. I'm not sure what Leader Sama's reasoning is behind such a costly recovery..."

"Thanks Sasori, you pout.

"You didn't let me finish. I don't know whether the Akatsuki needs you or not, but there's one thing I know for sure."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"WE need you."

Sasori pulls his cloak over your head,  and pulls you in close. Deidara feels the empty space behind him and scoots back until your as tight against both men as the white stuff in the middle of an Oreo. You feel safe, wanted, and even needed.

Thanks to Deidara's flying skills,  you're back before everyone else, giving you just enough time to transfer Sasori's cloak onto you.

When everyone is present, they clamber around you, asking if you were injured, "no," making sure you weren't assaulted in a more personal way, "assaulted? Umm." Most of all they want to hear every detail of your escape.

Pain calls an impromptu meeting to discuss your experience in Konoha. He's particularly interested in how you're scent could sway men to your will. He had seen it as a nuisance, and a distraction to the others until now. Even Orochimaru isn't able to break down fully trained adult Shinobi, unless they were dirty to begin with. Your regular heat scent was affective in befriending your guards, and enticing your Interrogators, but mixed with a rutting male's scent the resulting burst, caused anarchy among the enemy.

Kabuto audibly sighed in relief,  when these particular factors were broken down, and you smile warmly at him, knowing his actions that day with Orochimaru would have been difficult if not impossible to prevent. Anyway, you had already forgiven him.

When questioned about Kakashi, you become quiet and sullen. As well as being the rutting male brought into your Interrogation room, he was also the one who kidnapped you. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. Everyone in the room can clearly imagine why you were captured so easily, not to mention your almost certain village sanctioned sexual assault.

Yes, it was like Orochimaru all over again. You were tricked by the enemy. Although Pain can use your unique abilities for the good of the Akatsuki's ultimate goal of peace, those same abilities come with a blaring weakness that cannot be ignored. However there was an easy enough fix. When your heat is not specifically needed for a mission, you will simply have three days off every month. You don't know exactly what sort of missions Pain would want to use your heat for,  but you have a pretty good idea whatever it is isn't kosher.

Oh well, you're home now, and thankfully pheromone free...

Knock Knock Knock

...but that means little to your admirers.

"Clio Chan! Tobi is so happy you're home and safe! And in honor of your return Tobi will be making dinner!"

"Wait, what? No, Tobi, Let me! I want to cook!"

"Oh, no no no! Clio Chan needs to rest!"

"I'm fine, honestly!"

"Doesn't Clio Chan trust Tobi?"

"Uuuh, can I at least help?"

There's a long uncomfortable silence while Tobi taps his finger against the chin of his mask, until finally: "SURE!!!"

"Oh thank goodness..."

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Tsunade sits at her desk with an incredibly sour look on her face. One green Chakra laden hand, hovers over a bite mark on her neck, before moving on to a pink bump on the side of her head.

Ibiki, Inoichi, Anko, Kakashi, Shikaku and several other important players in the Konoha government and military, are assembled in front of her desk. (It is her fith desk in three days.) She glares at everyone present with an extremely unamused look on her bruised face. When her voice finally comes, it's patient but forcefully so.

"Well, than... just exactly how is it that everything got so fucked up so fast?" She adjusts her sore jaw and shoots a pointed look at Ibiki.

The stoic head of Torture and Interrogation can't seem to meet the lady Sannin's gaze . Tsunade rolls her eyes, fully aware of his attempt at erasing a blush with Chakra.

"Okay, look, we're all adults here, and nobody was killed. The injured are being cared for, and those displaced are being set up in shelters. None of you are in trouble... EXCEPT THAT FUCKING CAT BITCH!!! KAKASHI!"

Kakashi lifts an arm over his mask, which was proving useless to hide his terror stricken eyes. "DON'T LOOK AT ME, I'M A DOG PERSON! I-I DON'T EVEN LIKE CATS!"

"IDIOT!" The Hokage scowles, her brow deeply furrowed. "I want you to track the little cow down, and drag her tail back here, preferably in a body bag! We could use that eighty mil to rebuild the mess her friends made!"

"INOICHI!"

"Uh, Lady Hokage?" Inoichi too had a good reason not to look the older woman in the eye, considering where he was looking just hours ago.

"Do you think her memory barriers had something to do with the Akatsuki's attack?"

"I-It's difficult to say. Their was a Jutsu to inform the caster if the seal was ever broken,  but we removed it. I believe it might have been a coincidence."

"Meaning they probably came for her because they know what she is, and intend to use her for some unknown purpose," Shikaku droned.

Tsunade gnaws at a shiny crimson fingernail. She seems to be deep in thought while roboticly healing the last Inoichi sized finger bruise on her hip, before moving on to fix the Ibiki sized sore throat.

"You're all dismissed for now."

Everyone starts to hastily leave,  before the crazy bitch throws another desk through the window.

"Ibiki."

"Yes, Hokage Sama?"

"I need you to stay. I sense that you have something 'pressing' to discuss."

Ibiki looks down, and quickly pulls his black leather trenchcoat closed.

The lady Sannin raises a brow and the side of her mouth twitches up as her eyes grow dangerously dark.

Uncharacteristically, Ibiki returns the Hokage's devilish smerk.

Before long, Tsunade's bare ass is on her desk,  with Ibiki–balls deep–in her creamy cunt. His enormous throbbing cock, hammers out moans and cries from the beautiful blonde, while his punishing thrusts make her ample tits to bounce furiously.

Gods, Naruto was right, she really needed to get laid!

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Kakuzu watches you from the kitchen table. You're so young, so beautiful, a blyth spirit, completely carefree and passive. The exact opposite of him, but so much like her in your attitude and mannerisms. Not to mention your looks. Oh, Gods, you fucking look just like her. He can't help but smile under his mask as you passive aggressively attempt to wrestle control of a spatula away from that moron in a mask, who isn't really a moron. His eye's quickly shift back to the newspaper (which he wasn't even reading) when a big fishy man strolls into the kitchen.

Kisame's permagrin flashes wide when he sees you trying to make Tobi submit to your will, over a rather complicated looking cooking process. Itachi (as always) not far behind his partner, stops short at the kitchen nightmare scene in front of him.

"What... What are you making?"

Tobi hollers over his shoulder in his goofy childish tone. "Gomoku ankake yakisoba... with shrimp!"

"That sounds... interesting," Itachi murmurs.

"It was Tobi's idea! Don't worry, we got this!" You shout, trying to saute vegetables while the aforementioned Tobi stirs something viscous way too fast, slopping it onto the burners, creating smoke.

Kisame snorts. "Need any help kid?" He points to the masked man playing in potato startch.

"If you please. I could use the elbow room."

Tobi screams bloody murder as he's lifted off his feet, and sat on by the large Kiri-nin.

"Thanks Big guy!" You breathe, in gratitude as you try to rescue dinner.

Kakuzu stifles a chuckle. Now, there's one difference between you and his long passed wife. As much as he loved her, she was an awful cook. His warm recollections of expensive fire damage, restaurant and food cart bills, surprises even him. He would have bought her the moon and all the stars in the sky, if she asked. He has to squash down the sudden urge to come up behind you, and smack your ass, like he used to do her. Sorrow begins to pull the edges of his smile back down, and soon Kakuzu is waging an internal battle with his anger, how it hurt to be there at the end, powerless to stop it. They both knew she would die and he wouldn't, but it happened way too soon. He wanted to grow old with her. He wanted to hold her as long as he could, to milk every moment. It wasn't fair. He couldn't save her, and he couldn't stop her.

"Why can't you just. SHUT. YOUR. GOD. DAMN. MOUTHS?!" Kakuzu screeches the chair across the floor, making you wince. "Especially you little Girlie." He gets up into your face, eyes filled with hate.

"What did...I"

"Just shut up. I'm tired of hearing your shrill little voice. We should have left your useless ass in Konoha!"

You stared up at the old Shinobi, tears quickly blurring your vision, but you refused to blink and let them fall.

Itachi's Sharingan spins to life. Tobi and Kisame stop rough-houseing in the common room, and run back into the kitchen to see Kakuzu looming over you with murder in his eyes.

You look so small, so weak, but he knows better. He saw your 'mini' rampage during the mission. He knows what's inside you, and now so does Pain...so does Konoha. Just like her, like Tsukiko. It would happen again, and he will be powerless to stop it.

"Clio...I..."

"Kakuzu," Itachi's face betrays only the tiniest twitch of anger, but his Sharingan speaks enough for his mood. "I think you'd better leave, lest you do something you will most assuredly regret."

Kakuzu knows he's lost this fight the moment he saw that flash of red in Itachi's accursed Uchiha eyes.

Without a word he skulks out of the kitchen to his room, but not before giving you one last look. That crinkle of disgust. The one that deepened the scowle lines between his eyes. The one that made you sick to your stomach, and had you feeling dirty all over. Kakuzu looked at you, and he hated what he saw.

You couldn't know that all of his hatred and disgust was squarely focused on himself.

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You cooked in silence after that. Even Tobi didn't have the heart to mess with you anymore. What he did have the heart for, was to put his arms around you, carefully holding you from behind to whisper a sincere apology into your shoulder.

You didn't cry though. So what if the onions were a little stronger than you expected. It had nothing to do with your emotions, and everything to do with the slightly too mature spring onions.

In the end, you managed to make something that resembled food despite Tobi's help. It looked a bit hysterical, but it tasted delicious. You put aside Kakuzu's portion because you knew there would be no leftovers.

Even you were surprised by how such an ugly amalgamation of shrimp and pork,  in a sauce that reminded you of jizz, could taste so good. The rave reviews for your efforts 'assisting' Tobi in the kitchen made you feel a lot better, and by the end of dinner you were already over Kakuzu's explosion. It's not like that sort of thing was rare after all.

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It was kinda Ironic that the vult-like security door to your room was always cracked open to admit Chloe. You didn't fear your housemates anymore, but it was still creepy, having it open at night. You always stayed up much too late waiting for her to slink in so you could rush over, and close the door behind her.

You couldn't shake the feeling that eyes were always upon you when the door was open. You figured you had just been paranoid ever since you found out you had an audience to your deflowering, but everyone was chilling out about that, right?

You already knew it wasn't Kakuzu. If you've ever heard the term "sawing logs," than Kakuzu used a chainsaw! The man snores so loud that you barely slept for the first three weeks you were here. After a while it was almost like you couldn't sleep without it.

Like tonight.

Chloe was prowling,  and refused to come home. Kakuzu and Hidan were on another mission, so there was no snoring to lull you to sleep. It would probably be a while before you were aloud to go on a mission again. Other than getting kidnapped, Pain wasn't very happy about the news of an Akatsuki slaughter dog on the loose. The nations didn't like that sort of hype surrounding simple assassinations. To put it bluntly, you screwed up, and now you're in the doghouse.

On top of that, you were ordered to start Chakra training with Kisame tomorrow, and you had a feeling that it would involve your third form. Ugh!!!

In the shadows of an empty hallway, a Sharingan watches you toss and turn in your sheets, tail twitching manicly. The Uchiha held a purring bundle in his arms. He didn't want to close your door just yet. He knew you couldn't stay cooped up forever. Perhaps it would be good to have a change of scenery, now that summer is approaching. Someplace with room to train outside. Room to grow, and perhaps realize you're full potential.

Presently, one Uchiha is replaced by another. Kamui affordes Obito a quick getaway, as Itachi takes up his regular position of watching you sleep. Not for long. Only until a certain kitty trounced into your room, and he could close the door, insuring your safety for another night. Only than could he rest himself.

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"Come on big red, it's not that bad."

What a glowing review of my appearance.

Kisame puts his arm around your shoulder. You're nearly as tall as him, and just as unusual. furry all over, cat tail, dog face and plenty mad.

"Honestly this form will drain your Chakra slower than your wolf, and—bonus—you can talk."

But I'm hideous, and my voice has all the delicate charm of a tincan full of nails!

You just growl.

"Listen, it's only during training, and when you're in your room. You need to be able to fight in this form anyway."

"Why?"

Kisame sighs, tired of explaining to your stubborn ass that your "third" transformation is actually your "main" transformation, and as such, it took the least amount of Chakra to use and would be the best value for money against your opponents. "Cuz Pain says so, now come on, let's work off some Chakra."

You were pleasantly surprised to find how much faster you were at Taijutsu in your abomination form. Kisame couldn't land a single hit, beside the occasional graze. It turned out, you're body was much harder as well. In your normal no Chakra form, taking a hit from Kisame basically meant the end of your training for the day, which is why you could only play keep away. In your wolf form you were all fast muscle, but you had a time limit, and in your cat form...well, you were just a cat, and annoyingly it took just as much Chakra to maintain.

Kisame told you that just existing as a Worgen would increase your capacity to hold Chakra. The slow drain would trick your Chakra coils to produce more, in order to maintain a healthy amount. Meditation couldn't hurt either.

"I think once you start to feel your power increasing over time, you'll learn to love this you."

"Yeah right! You're so full of shit, people are gonna start thinking your eating Chloe's litter for breakfast."

"For fuck's sake, red. That's disgusting."

"Man! Fuck this, Kisame! Let's go get some ice cream instead."

"Nah, suddenly I'm not very hungry, and you're stalling."

With that, Kisame lunges forward, you jump behind him and send a punch to his kidney, but he flickers away. You look around and see a shadow below you. Kisame is attacking from above. Grabbing the shark man's feet in mid air, you swing him to the floor, but a practice dummy poofs in his stead. He grabs you from behind, but you just smile and sing, "two can play at this game," and before he knows it, he's hugging the same practice dummy. With blinding speed, you slide between his legs pulling them forward as hard as you can. Using some dirty tactics, and his own weight against him you manage to get him to the floor. Before he can even raise one arm, you've got your jaws around his neck, and bite down firmly in warning.

"Okay angel fish, I give."

You release your grip, and transform to normal.

"Not bad, I fancy myself pretty decent at Taijutsu but, you're damn fast." Kisame wipes a few beads of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"Have to be, you pant. I'm little and fragile. You would mop the floor with my vital juices if you caught me."

"Which brings us to your next problem. That hit you took from Kakuzu. Any one of us could have got up and kept fighting without as much as a headache, but you shattered like an eggshell."

"Turn back to a catdog again, I'll be right back."

You huff with impatience. Soon Kisame returns dragging Deidara behind him. The blond bomber looks up at you, eyes wide with awe. His cheeks flush pink, and you start to wonder just how many kinks these Akatsuki boys have.

"Okay, now, punch Clio in the face."

"WHAT?!"  Both you and Deidara exclaim in unison.

"I'm not just gonna belt her!" The teen yells, than he whispers behind his hand. "She's got a glass jaw, hm."

Ears twitch, and your eyes narrow, more in indignation than anger.

"Aw don't worry Dei, you won't hurt her with that girly punch of yours."

"Hey! I don't have a girly punch! Ask Tobi to hit her, yeah."

"Man, nobody wants to deal with that guy!"

"Dei, just do it," you gruff.

"Fuck, okay, but promise not to tear my asshole out. Uh huh, I heard what you can do."

You giggle, but in your Worgen form it sounds more like you're clearing phlegm from your throat.

You close your eyes and wait, but Deidara just gives you a barely perceptible nudge.

Kisame snorts. "Seriously?"

"I'm just testing! Okay, I'm really going to do it now."

The next hit hurt...a lot, and you feel your teeth rattle, but you don't fall. You just get kinda mad, and Deidara hides behind Kisame as if you're glower had the ability to poison his soul.

"Come on, man! You're trying to knock her out, not rock her to sleep!"

"I did! Damn near busted my knuckles, hm!"

"So Clio, how do you feel?"

You gape at the shark man, holding your jaw. "How do you think I feel?! That wasn't exactly a boop on the snoot!" You growl.

"Fascinating, let me give'er a shot." Kisame lumbers toward you and you jump back.

"Ah Hell naw! Not you! I'll spar with Itachi before I willingly let you punch my face!"

"Did somebody call?" The crow himself seems to materialize into existence the moment you inadvertently summon him by name. Okay, eery!

"Pfft, how convenient," Deidara grumbles, hands crossing in front of his chest.

"Itachi San, good timing. We need you to spar with Clio here. You have to be actually trying to do some damage though. Obviously, try not to kill her."

"No promises, Itachi mutters."

It really doesn't take very long for the Uchiha to lay you out cold. You wake up in the crows arms, back to normal, except with a terrible headache. Soon Kabuto is over you, green Chakra burrowing into your skull. It feels nice, and you're headache goes away quickly.

"She's fine," Kabuto says, sounding a bit annoyed at being bothered for a simple K.O.

He heals your bruised face anyway, and you decline his offer to fix your bruised ass, stating that you're ass doesn't need any special attention. Kisame and Deidara snicker, and the shark man mumbles something under his breath about wanting to be the judge of that.

You hop out of the Uchiha's lap (a little pink around the gills) than bow to everyone, and ask to be excused. Kisame reminds you to continue your Chakra capacity training, which means "doing the catdog thing." You groan at him, and grudgingly agree, turning away before changing back.

"Not gonna lie, that furry has a nice ass," Kisame chuckles, and Deidara nods. Itachi doesn't say one way or the other.

You're meditating in your room when you hear a tiny voice just below you. You crack one eye open and note the littlest white snake you've ever seen coiled up on your floor. It greets you with a flick of it's tiny pink tongue.

"Aw, you're so cute!" You fawn. "What are you doing in my room."

"I'm here to invite you to join me in my lab, my dear. I'm sure you would find it interesting."

"Orochimaru Sama?"

"But who else, little one?"

"Herrm...I've been warned about this lab of yours." As in never to be caught down there alive or dead.

"Tutt tutt, child, I could never live with myself if your precious body was ever damaged in my care. You can trust me."

"What would you do to me if I agree?"

"Mmm, just a few blood samples, cross my heart. Besides, you have no choice, these are orders from our fearless leader." The snake Sannin hums a closed mouth laugh through the little snake, it's beady black eyes and white skin makes him look like an innocent little plush toy, but you know it's probably poisonous. In the end you shrug and agree to follow the smol vermin down to the labs using a shortcut to avoid the labyrinth.

"Hello my dearest Clio Chan. I'm so grateful for your prompt arrival. You look delicious." Orochimaru's tongue licks his lips pointedly, and if your face wasn't covered in fur you'd be blushing. He doesn't even attempt to hide the obvious tent poking through his smock as he ushers you to a deceptively normal looking examination table.

"Lie back Clio Chan, just one tiny poke, and I can fill several vials with your precious blood."

You watch transfixed on the strangely beautiful man. Having spent an entire 72 hours in...his presence, you learned a few interesting things about his body. For instance, the markings around his eyes are permanent and not makeup. It's not unusual for animal clans to have unique physical characteristics, but sometimes tattoos are common as well. Then there are the modifications. You remember that time you were sparring, and his tongue turned into a snake. You lept in fright on Hidan's shoulders in the middle of his own spar with Kisame, distracting the poor Jashinist and causing him to be disemboweled by Samehada.

You shiver when you remember where he'd put that tongue. You're fairly certain that the man wouldn't have morphed any of his body parts into venomous snakes during sex, but still—

"There we go. See? All done. That wasn't so bad, was it, my dear?"

You chuckle. "It sounded like you were about to offer me a lollipop for being so good."

The Sannin tilts his head and shrugs. He rolls his eyes in a way that suggests he'd just thought of an "I'll give you something to suck on" joke, but decided not to go there.

You get up to make a hasty retreat but are pulled back down to the table.

"Are you in such a hurry to be away from me, my dear? We aren't finished with the examination yet.

Chapter Text

Lecherous, yes, that would be the perfect word to describe the man currently standing before you right now. You should have asked Kisame to be your chaperone. He would have totally done it too. Now you're strapped to a table in Orochimaru's freaky sex dungeon, or whatever.

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Minutes Earlier:

"Wait, what do you mean the exam isn't over? You promised me Pain only needed a few blood samples."

"And I've taken them. Whatever happens afterwards was not formally discussed."

You attempt to make a break for the door, but several snakes dart out from the darkness surrounding the table, and in less than a second, they wrap around your arms, legs and across your chest. They squeeze you uncomfortably, cutting off circulation, and inhibiting your breathing. Your heart pounds hard against your ribcage as the Sannin approaches. He tilts his head at you, smile widening almost as long as Kakuzu's.

"You don't know how much I've missed being alone with you, my little pet. Oh, dearest Clio Chan, you are so beautiful. I can taste your strength. If you give yourself to me, I could make you so much more powerful."

"Let me go. I don't want more power."

Orochimaru leans over your immobile body. You try to transform but you're unable to. A sharp pain forces you to focus on the living restraints around your limbs. The snakes are biting, and sucking out your living Chakra like slithery vampires. Soon you can no longer hold your form, and you revert back to a cat girl. Orochimaru makes a disappointed sound.

"Oh dear, such a pity. I do so enjoy that new form of yours, Clio Chan. No matter, you're just as tantalizing as is," the snake Sannin hums in your ear, sending a burst of electricity straight to your core, causing your uterus to contract painfully.

Orochimaru's tongue flickers in and out, and he inhales you deeply. "You may not be in heat, but I can still smell your arousal."

His chest rumbles in a low and possessive growl. Forcing an involuntary purr from deep within you. You can't deny how much restraint turns you on, and the feeling seems to be mutual with the snake Sannin. His clothed member strains hard against your tied hand, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Your head starts to swim under his intensive gaze, and you have to remind yourself of just how dangerous this man is to life, limb and sanity.

"Why are you doing this Orochimaru Sama? What do you want from me."

"Mmmmmmmm, so, sooo many things, my dear. It's difficult to decide where to start, believe me." Orochimaru's long drawn out words husk in a voice that ranges from soft, smooth and sweet, to low, harsh and gravly, to down right dangerous.

It's that tabu danger that excites you the most. A man held in such distain by even the most reviled of criminals. When a butcher like Hidan calls someone "twisted" than you know it's gotta be bad. You certainly know being strapped down in his lab should be a very bad thing indeed, but damn, what that tongue do.

Fear and anticipation pools in different ways below your bellybutton, as you foresee the next few hours to be either an exquisite high or painful experimentation and torture.

"Orochimaru Sama, please, I'm just getting over my stay at Hotel Ibiki. Tell me straight, is this gonna hurt?"

"Hmm," Orochimaru places a finger to his chin and looks up thoughtfully. He looks you straight in the eye. "Do you want it to?"

It's more of an offer than a question, and you melt thinking about the implications. Did Orochimaru just suggest sadomasochistic play? It has to be a joke.

"Are you going to experiment on me?"

"That was my intention at first, however, now that you're here, I find my whims leaning towards something more carnal in nature, but no less inspired by curiosity, and the urge to learn."

You swallow thickly. "What...are you hoping to learn?"

"Why, how to make you scream, of course."

"Oh, fuck."

"Yes, 'fuck' indeed."

Orochimaru never had much regard for your clothes it seems. His lithe hands reach for the stainless steel sheers from a tray of surgical tools, than returns to slice effortlessly through your lounge clothes and undergarments in one, smooth stroke.

"N-No wait!"

Orochimaru throws his head back in a wicked laugh, his mouth open wide, white k9 fangs appearing yellow in the candle light. His Adam's apple bobbs up and down his long slender neck, shining invitingly with perspiration. A strange desperation washes over you, and you find it difficult to think of anything else except biting the Sannin's salty flesh.

"What do they have?"

"Hmm? What do you mean, pet?"

"The snakes, their venom?"

"Ah, you're very perceptive Clio Chan. I'm impressed."

"It's not that impressive, my body is getting sensitive, It's too fucking hot...fuck! Oro, please, let me out, I need water. What sort of poison are you pumping into me?"

"Not to worry, it's a little thing I whipped up just for us. N-methyl-1-(3,4-methylenedioxyphenyl)propan-2-amine, also known as 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine."

"Methyl...en...what?! You dosed me with..."

"Ecstasy, my dear."

"I can't stand it! Let me up! I'm freaking out!"

Orochimaru places a hand on your stomach, and it feels so cool and smooth, but instead of soothing you, it sends a jolt of pleasure straight through you to the table. You sigh, and he groans at the sound. No longer able to control his expression, Orochimaru's eyes widen unnaturally, and his slit-like pupils dilate to the point of leaving only a thin ring of yellow around them. You're eyes on the other hand, have lowered to half mast.

"Orochimaru Sama? I have those scrolls you-"

"Oh, Kabuto, I wasn't expecting you back so soon. What a...pleasant surprise."

"What...what the fuck are you doing to Clio?!" You've never heard Kabuto raise his voice to Orochimaru before, and you have to stifle a giggle at how fast everything got weird, not that today wasn't weird enough already. After all, a legendary Sannin just slipped you a Micky of MDMA, and if you didn't have ADHD you could play D&D or MtG while listening to KMFDM. Yup, my brain is lost. LOL

"KABUTO! Dare not speak to me in such a tone, child!" Orochimaru hisses.

The young man looks in his elders eyes, than yours.

"Get away from her, Kabuto!"

"Shit, she's rolling hard Orochimaru Sama! Being tide up can't be comfortable for her."

"That's the point. Don't worry, not that it's your business, but I had intended to make her feel very good."

"But-"

"ENOUGH, you're not needed for the moment, leave us."

Kabuto disappears in a huff. Almost immediately after, Itachi flickers into the lab with Kisame, Kakuzu and Hidan in toe. You feel like your watching a great movie, except your totally in it. Itachi's Sharingan flashes at Orochimaru, and the snake stops moving, sly grin still in place. Hidan pulls out a kunai and slashes at the snakes holding you down, and Kisame grabs you up. The feeling of his t-shirt against his hard muscles is like velvet on stone. You snuggle into the feeling, soft moans of pleasure whisper past your lips.

"Easy there kiddo, I'm only human ya know," he chuckles.

As Kisame rushes you out the door, Kakuzu makes one blackened fist hard as iron, then coldcocks Orochimaru in the face, before tying him up with his tendrils and hardening them. There he was left to ride out his trip alone.

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In your room, six men stand around your bed as the shark lays you down. You shove your face into your pillow so hard and fast that feathers poof out the sides. You're hand clamps down on a thick blue wrist as you do. "Holy shit, this is soft," you squeek, nuzzling deep into the cool white pillowcase. Kabuto hands Kisame a glass of cold water, than turns on the radio.

"What's the music for?" Kakuzu gruffs.

"Trust me, it helps," Kabuto insists.

"Personal experience?" Hidan snorts.

Kabuto doesn't answer, just pushes his glasses up his nose with a pensive expression.

The room collectively holds it's breath as you chugg the entire glass of water in one. "More" you huff.

Kisame looks at the med-nin for permission, but he just shakes his head. "It's not safe to drink too much water all at once."

After a long silence of watching you sway to the music, Itachi comes to his senses. He turns his head away. "Please cover her up Kisame."

"No! Fuck," you complain. "It's roasting in here! I'm so freaking hot, Ima die!" You bleat. "Kisame, c'mere." you grab the shark man's large hands and try to pull them down to your breasts. "Touch me please. I'm burning up!"

The men look at each other uncomfortably, than cast a collective eye to Kabuto."

He shrugs, "you don't have to, but she's probably pretty... um... uncomfortably horny right now.

"I can't believe I'm seriously naked in a room full of dudes, and nobody wants to touch me! Augh!" You flop around on the bed like a dying caterpillar, completely slicked head to toe with sweat.

"Kisame, Kakuzu whispers, looking away from you to his feet. make her comfortable. I can't watch her like this anymore."

"WHAT?! WHY ME?!"

"C'mon dude," Hidan scowles. "She asked you, she trusts you. Besides, you're fucking closest."

"No way! She's trippin' balls! She isn't in her right mind! I-I can't. Itachi, fucking talk some sense into these assholes!"

"Kisame, I think she needs this."

All the shark can do is glare disbeleaving at his mission partner, and mouth the words "what the fuck?"

"Come on Kisame, touch me. I need it. I want you so bad. Kiss-a-me Kisame," you giggle.

Hidan snickers, and Kakuzu threatens him with a stern look.

"For fuck's sake, Clio."

"Kiss me Kisame please."

"Sorry kid, no can do. Kabuto, you're the med-nin. Don't you have something to reverse this? ... Kabuto?"

Kisame turns around to see the door swinging shut.

"TRADERS!!!" He screams. "Damn it! This is so fucked up. Okay angel fish, what do you need?"

You take the Kiri-nin's hand and pull. "Lie down with me, kiss me."

Kisame's lips are the softest thing you've ever felt, and you sigh heavily into his mouth. The short hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. He can't help but smile into your mouth only to catch himself.

"Look honey, this is a bad idea."

"Why?"

"You're high as a kite. I don't even know what the hell you're on."

"Oro said it's X."

The blue guy's eyes widen. "That...that explains a lot actually."

You take Kisame's hand and place it on your side. A shudder shoots through your body from the cool touch. "More," you whisper against his neck. You're core throbs hard against nothing, and you quiver.

"Shit, red, just how bad are you hurting anyway?"

"Really bad," you husk. "Touch me."

Finally, God, FINALLY, Kisame acquiesces to your plea, and slides his hand down to your burning desire. One large finger slides between your lower lips.

"Shhhit, girl, that's...fuck me."

You perk up and begin to scrabble at the Kiri-nin's pants, but he grabs your wrists, and pushes them back. "Nooo! Not literally! I'll help, but don't...just...don't."

You groan in defeat, but when you feel a thick finger curl inside your aching heat, you buck into the feeling. Kisame presses his lips gently against yours, and you wrap your arms around his rock hard neck muscles, humming happily. A second finger pushes past your entrance, while a deft and flexible thumb finds your clit, to knead slow circles into your pooling desire. You scream loudly, and dig your heels into the mattress, arching your back helplessly as Kisame does his best to make sure you get what you need. Your heart pounds wildly inside your chest while you stare up at the beautiful man working to satisfy you.

"Kisame," you breathe between gasps of pleasure. "Th-That's so good. I w-wish you w-would cum inside me."

He stops his movements for a moment, making you whine bitterly. Than he doubles his efforts bringing you right to the edge before slowing back down teasingly. "It's not nice to play with me like that Clio. You almost had me there. I'm not about to take advantage of you like that."

"Fuck, but, I want- oh shit, Kisame!"

"That's it baby, cum in my hand."

"Oh fuck, Kisame!"

"Yes, angel, let go. I gotcha."

Kisame's heart nearly stops when you're body convulses under his kiss. You're hot breath puffs against his lips as your inner walls flutter around his fingers. You continue to kiss your tailless beast hungrily, and he worries how long you're gonna be awake testing his resolve with temptation. He can't leave you alone, and he's already painfully hard. One thing he does know, is that Orochimaru keeps the good stuff for himself, so you could be at this for hours.

A light tap at the door forces the shark up with a grumble. He opens the door,  to find Kabuto with a tray containing alcohol, gauze, medical tape and a syringe.

"What's that?"

"Tranquilizer."

"Thank the Gods. What took you?"

"It took a while to calm Orochimaru Sama down, and even longer to heal the broken wrist he gave me. I had to wait for him to retire to his room before I could get to the meds."

"Alright Clio San, time to go night night."

"Thank you, Kabuto. I know you got the guys to untie me, and you got hurt to get that medicine."

"You heard that, huh?"

"Big ears," you giggle. "You're one of the good ones, Kabuto." To the medic's surprise you fling your arms around his neck, and plant a deep, hot kiss to his mouth. When you release the poor man to breathe, he clears his throat and nods dumbly. Once the tranquilizers are on board, he nods to a grinning Kisame before slipping through the door.

-

Just a perfect day, drink Sangria in the park

And then later, when it gets dark, we go home

Just a perfect day, feed animals in the zoo

Then later, a movie too, and then home

Oh, it's such a perfect day

I'm glad I spent it with you

Oh, such a perfect day

You just keep me hanging on

You just keep me hanging on

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The shark yawns, and he begins speaking out loud to nobody. "Welp, I guess I'm here for the night." He makes himself comfortable beside you and pulls the covers over you both.

"Kisame?"

"Mmm? You still awake?"

"Yeah, just wanna say thanks for today. Just for... everything. I love you."

Kisame's heart nearly implodes with the revelation, but before he can question it further you're sleeping soundly. He chuckles at what had to be silly talk, caused by the meds. With the radio playing softly from the corner of your room it isn't long before he too falls asleep.

-

Just a perfect day, problems all left alone

Weekenders on our own, it's such fun

Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself

I thought I was someone else, someone good

Oh, it's such a perfect day

I'm glad I spent it with you

Oh, such a perfect day

You just keep me hanging on

You just keep me hanging on

You're going to reap just what you sow

You're going to reap just what you sow

You're going to reap just what you sow

You're going to reap just what you sow

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Chapter Text

In the morning you wake up feeling like hot garbage that cooled down in the night only to reheat in the sun. You aren't sure if it was the molly or the sedatives, but you're hanging real bad. The only thing keeping you from just straight up dying is the sexy mass of fish flesh snoring beside you.

"Mornin' angel, how ya feel?"

"UGH!"

"That good huh? Well, it's to be expected, that snake had you on some pretty serious shit. Not sure what Kabuto gave you, but I suspect it was just as bad. I'm not surprised you're a little hungover."

"A little, he says," you scoff. "I feel like the bottom of the elephant's cage."

Kisame chuckles warmly. "You get used to shit like that in the Akatsuki. Still, there's no excuse for sexual assault. Pain gave the snake a 'talking to' though."

"Great, I hope it involved firy brands."

"Yeah, something like that. You've kinda become his favorite little side project apparently."

"For Orochimaru or Pain?"

"Well, hopefully Orochimaru will think twice before fucking with you again, he's kinda terrified of Itachi after that attempted body snatching incident."

"Okay, that sounds like a story better left for after damage control. I'm going to need aspirin, pickles, and TV, in that order."

"You got it big red!"

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"Wow... wow!" It's all you can say when you walk out of your bathroom,—still dripping wet from your shower—and see the articles of clothing laying out on your bed. A beautiful deep emerald leather skirt, slit up both hips for mobility, belted straps connecting the slits for modesty, a corseted leather chest protector, as well as arm and shin guards in the same color. A new set of black chain mail mesh undergarments are folded neatly next to the gorgeous Kunoichi outfit, that you're almost positive costs more money than you've ever owned at one time in your entire life.

A little note pinned to a set of black spandex shorts and tank top catches your eye:

Clio, according to our leader, you will soon be ready to continue missions, and it has been tasked to me as the Akatsuki's treasurer to procure adequate attire for that purpose. I trust that you will find this uniform acceptable. You will find several similar outfits in the accompanying scroll.

Kakuzu

You are almost in tears when you look at yourself in the mirror of your vanity. Everything the masked sweetheart bought you fits perfectly and is beyond comfortable. For the first time in your life, you truly feel fancy. Not only that, but the Chakra based method of manufacture allows for your clothes to change size as you do. Only the most high end, and expensive Shinobi-wear artists are capable of creating such excellent quality armor.

You fling open your door, and run to Kakuzu's room. Finding it empty, you get on all fours and tear through the base looking for him.

Upon literally running into Itachi, he is barely able to right himself as you topple to the floor. You grab the flabbergasted young man by the collar of his cloak. "Itachi! Where's Kakuzu?! You shout, eyes wild and full of tears."

Appearing unruffled by the insane glint in your eye, he points to the kitchen, with a simple: "You look nice," called after, as you make a mad dash towards said room.

All you need to see is two sets of deeply tan knuckles holding up a newspaper at the kitchen table, before leaping onto the owner's lap, tipping the masked man's cup of bitter black coffee. Thoroughly destroying the financial pages, you set about gleefully peppering his face and mask with kisses.

"Enough, woman!" Kakuzu bellows, shoving your butt to the floor with a loud giggly thud.

Popping up like a cork, you do the bubbliest of champagne ballerina twirls, and squeal so loud that the Uchiha pokes his head in the room, expression passive, but Sharingan twirling. Expecting to see an exasperated Kakuzu ready to disembowel you, he's taken aback when he sees something akin to an amused twinkle in the old Shinobi's eye. Kisame, as always, attached to Itachi's hip, also peeks around the corner, curious to see what all the hubbub is about.

The two men look at each other than back at the scene in disbelief, as the most hardened of their ilk watches you model your new kunoichi armor as if it were high fashion, and he was Coco Chanel critiquing each garment down to the most minute detail. Questions about fit, and grunts of approval lace through the air between your excited fawning over the Chakra imbued leather that matches your eyes and style.

The shark has to suck in his lips to the point of nearly eating his own face, lest he let out an unwelcome guffaw, there by ruining the sweet moment.

Soon Sasori, wandering through the hall, notices the growing pile up outside of the kitchen, and slides between the taller men out of curiosity. He looks up at Kisame in silent question.

"The proud Father." the blue guy jokes, to which the Puppet Master rolls his pale gray eyes, and shakes his head.

Unlike the more respectful Uchiha, and the Hoshigaki —who is as sweet as his namesake (dried persimmons)— Sasori has no qualms about poking fun at you and you're 'oldest' fan.

My, my, Clio Chan, don't you look expensive. Might I take a guess as to whom bought you such a luxurious outfit?

It was Kakuzu, of course! You beam. And not just one outfit! He got me a whole damn Ninja wardrobe! I've never felt so fabulous in all my life!

Sasori's sharp and teasing eyes soften substantially. Even with the muted emotions of his puppet body, he can't help but contract a sliver of your enthusiasm.

Despite telling himself the strange feeling eating through him, and causing his heart rate to spike is probably just termites. So later tonight, even though Deidara knows that there's little possibility of Sasori's poison laced body harboring vermin of any kind, he'll still agree to destroy the 'infested' puppet for his beloved Dana. But right now, the redhead will allow himself, you, and Kakuzu to enjoy your happiness without his usual snarky attitude.

For Itachi, it's wonderful moments like this, that makes the time he humiliated himself by forcing you to touch his rock hard dick in your room, seem like years ago. Of course, now that he brought it to the forefront of his memory, makes it feel like only yesterday. In fact— Itachi knows —it was somewhere in between. Closer to the latter than the former, and it's that fact that makes him want to run to his room,  and scream into a pillow until he has no breath left.

Itachi has always been spoiled. He'd always had the attention focused solely on him, even to the detriment of his beloved little brother. The entitled Uchiha heir, the prodigy, the genius, once seen as the shining future of his clan, only to become it's downfall. A man... no, a boy so entitled in fact, that he has nearly taken over the course of his own narrative.

Everything in Itachi Uchiha's mind has always been focused around Itachi Uchiha. He is in control of everything that surrounds him. Even the direction of the lives of those close to him. He needs to have everything just so. He wouldn't even let his own death be up to chance, and for the longest time that was how he liked it. It never mattered to him how it affected those around him. However, now there is one person that he can't control, can't 'protect'. At least not in the way he sees fit. You are one person he can't seem to gain any power over, and every time he tries, you seem to always be one step ahead. After all, Sasuke had been easily molded with hate. Pain was even easier with the want for the Uchiha's power. Even Orochimaru was helpless against his sway. But you... you were barely aware of his existence, and not only were you immune to his will, but it was like you weren't even trying!

It's so deliciously frustrating. You are a puzzle that he's itching to figure out, but as selfish and self centered as the Uchiha is, he is nothing if not patient. He'll crack the code eventually and the reward will be sweet indeed. Hopefully —that is— if he can brake you before you break him.

Kisame loves you, with a love as pure as the driven snow. He, after all, —even with his hands sullied by countless deaths— had always had the best intentions at heart? He is perfectly satisfied to watch your joy from afar, because as long as you're happy, he's happy. Sure, being one of your 'chosen few' would be nice... better than nice... okay, ideal, but still, Kisame is totally happy lending aid from the sidelines. Just being able to watch you now, soaking in your pure joy by proxy is enough, and will always be enough for him... right?

He isn't the type to take. To take and take, until there is nothing left. There is only so much of you to go around. He —being the bigger man— would end up taking the lion's share, and no doubt your tiny body couldn't take a man like him. A man so... proportionate. He would insist giving —and by extension— taking too much, in the end, ruining you, and robbing you from ever being able to receive another man with pleasure. Isn't that how it works with women? Kisame hasn't been with enough to know for sure, and now that you're here, he doubts he could ever be with anyone else again. So, instead he really shouldn't worry about how he could ruin you, but how you have already ruined him. For life.

Kakuzu watches you spin and twirl with the type of pride and joy that a husband shows when looking upon his lovely wife. After all you are almost indistinguishable from her. He loves you desperately, but he couldn't possibly burden himself with the dark reality of your future. Not again. He couldn't handle that again. It had been nothing short of a disaster for all parties involved.

Tsukiko had been like you, a member of the Yasei clan, and the illegitimate daughter of an Inuzuka. She too had been a Lykenthrope. Her rampage would not only scar the earth, leaving a permanent reminder of his failure on the Fire Country landscape, it would also scar generations of both Yasei and Inuzuka, but most of all, it scarred Kakuzu. Keeping him from ever finding love in any meaningful human way, even more than a lifetime later. Kakuzu would have to be satisfied with his first love, his money. At least he could use it to bring you joy, since it no longer did the same for him. Kakuzu thinks he's too old to have butterflies in his stomach, but here he is.

Within moments, Tobi trots into the kitchen,  and does a comedically exaggerated double take, thankfully pulling everyone from there wretchedness. He runs up, and squeezes a fart out of you. "WOW-WEE! Clio Chan looks so CUTE! And Pretty! And, and, wow!!! Tobi is in LOVE!"

Just than everyone but you and Tobi look up to the ceiling at seemingly nothing, than each mumble various sounds of understanding, as if talking to a ghost in the middle of the room. Kakuzu is the first to speak:

"Come on, Girlie, he sighs," Pain has summoned us for a meeting. He offers you his arm, and you accept it cheerfully. Kakuzu feels like he's on top of the world. He may be gruff and sometimes an ass hat for no reason, but you can't deny how Daddy Kuzu makes you feel all soft and squishy inside.

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"We're going to a new base? HELL YEAH, ROCK ON!" Hidan makes finger horns, and gives Deidara a high five.

"Yes, it seems that some of you feel that there's just not enough room here at the tower, and need some fresh air. So I have procured a hidden compound in the Land of Fire," Pain offers coldly.

"No more rain?!" You shout, making Konan smile at your exuberance.

When Madara suggested the change, her mind immediately went to you, and how much you love the outdoors. She had to admit guiltily, that she too was looking forward to the move. A little freedom to indulge her own desires would be a welcome change. After all, she's a beautiful woman surrounded by gorgeous men, and you. The devil smerk leaves her face the moment it arrives, but you saw it, and apparently, so did Pain.

Nagato wasn't exactly crazy about the idea himself, sure, as a God he was all seeing, and he did indeed have many insects under his sway to see to the daily Workings of Amegakure. Those underlings, who were either too afraid, or too self important to go against his word. After all, who in their right mind would go against the word of God? No, Nagato wasn't afraid of being away from his beloved Ame, nor was he concerned about the logistics of getting his damaged body and paths to the new base. In fact he knows this move is necessary to unlock your potential while avoiding disaster to his tower and city. If everything goes well, you could be a much more affective tool in gaining lasting peace than the tailed beasts.

Deidara couldn't wait to have an outside training ground! Finally he can drop his art from above on his fellow Akatsuki members without having to convince one of them to travel outside of the city to train. Normally, inevitably, it would be Tobi, but his ability to faze in and out made the hunt kinda boring.

Pain had mistakenly thought that Deidara and Tobi always trained together because they worked well with each other, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Deidara can't stand Tobi,  but he was the only one willing to be blown up. Little did the blond bomber know, that he would soon be seeing more than he cared to of the man child.

Zetsu watches you quite a bit these days. You wouldn't know it of course as the plant man is all about secrets, and he knows everything about you. Of course you're nothing special. Zetsu knows everything about all of the Akatsuki. His only lament is that he can't read minds. He would give anything to know what the other Uchiha is thinking.

For now, there's a lull in the plan to gather the tailed beasts, and Zetsu had recently developed a fascination for watching you get into trouble. He was there when Kakuzu crushed your skull like a ripe honeydew. He observed as you were being kidnapped and interrogated. He enjoyed watching Orochimaru dose you with X, and slice off your clothes. He especially liked watching the acts of carnal desire you've been participating in.

That's not weird, right? It's natural for humans to crave things of that nature, and although he's far from being human, original white Zetsu has a far greater wealth of Hashirama's cells than the 'others', giving him certain emotions, and even physical urges. At first Kuro had seen that aspect of Shiro as a weakness. He found it distasteful that he'd been forced to endure his better half's unusual enjoyments for the better part of a millenia, but he'd gotten used to it, and in time, had even come to look forward to those rare moments. The guilty pleasure of women, and if he couldn't touch, he would be content to watch.

Hidan hates Ame. It's dreary, depressing and cold, Pain had made blood sacrifice inside the city off limits. Now, Hidan wasn't the type to follow orders so easily, but although he didn't respect the man, he knew he couldn't fight him. The Jashinist is dumb, but not that dumb.

Every one assumes that the boy is insane, but he's not. Hidan is a lot of things, but he does still retain his humanity, despite the propensity to act like an animal. He's often seen as having no shame, but he does. There's a difference between being proud of one's appearance and having no shame. Sure nudity doesn't bother him like so many others, because he grew up in a country full of hot springs. Hanging around completely in the buff was just another Saturday night back home.

He's young, he's emotional, he's hot headed. He isn't a well trained war machine, or a cool collected genius. In fact, if he wasn't immortal, he wouldn't have lasted ten minutes in the Akatsuki. Literally. That's how long it took for Kakuzu to try and kill him.

This move will be good for him. The sun, the freedom to move, the chance to finally get you in the sack.

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It's wonderful! The Akatsuki's summer base was a gorgeous Shinden-zukuri complex with gardens, walking paths and ponds. The air always smelled of sweet flowers and exotic aromatic trees. Not to mention, —unlike the tower— there were super spacious training grounds that you didn't need to take turns to use, and the entire place was shrouded with a huge camouflage Jutsu. The inside of every single building had tatami mats on the floors, like actual motherfucking Igusa tatami mats! Printed scenes covered the many of the walls in the main house, and every peace of furniture was sturdy and sumptuous.

How Kakuzu didn't have an immediate coronary after seeing the price tag for this place is beyond explanation. Unfortunately you can't enjoy the space right away.

By now you had gotten used to walking around as a Worgen. Kisame was right about it being the most efficient form. Doesn't mean you like it any more than you always did. Also, it didn't seem to be much of a guy repellent either. You still seem to be on the receiving end of a constant game of grab ass with Deidara and Hidan. Even Sasori —whose still a fucking puppet— can't keep his hands to himself, but that might just be an unhealthy interest/obsession in the possibility of turning you into a human puppet if —Kami forbid— something should happen to you on a mission, and you become unalive.

Speaking of missions, you just got the green light to go on missions again! That's the good news. The bad news is...

"Come, little one, are you ready to go, my dear?"

"Just a moment, Orochimaru Sama."

You leep from your seated position on your bed between Kakuzu and Deidara. "Kabuto, I don't wanna go! He's just too creepy!" You whisper desperately.

Hidan tussles your hair playfully. "Don't be a pussy, babe! You could tear that snake a new asshole easy."

You scowle. "Hidan? Was I talking to you? No, no I wasn't!"

"It's going to be fine, Clio San. I'll be right there with you. He'll never be alone with you. Not even if he gives me an order. He can't. Pain already explained the rules." The med-nin soothes.

You plop back down between the blond and the ragdoll, snuggling up to the latter to listen to his five harts, which has become something of a comfort to you, along with his body heat and spicy sweet scent.

"Listen, Girlie, This is obviously a way for Pain to test for the both of you; to see if he needs to get rid of one or the other. He already doesn't trust Orochimaru, and you're still on probation. Don't give him a reason to think you're weak."

"Not helpful Kakuzu!" You pout. "I know Kabuto is just trying to make me feel better, but not even the two of us have a chance against a legendary Sannin! And no offense Kabuto, but I doubt you would go against your master."

"You don't have to trust me, but I do believe you have an advantage over him. He's completely enamored with you. I know it's asking a lot but I find that stroking his ego also works incredibly well for staying alive around him."

"No way! That ain't happening!"

"Atta girl, babe! Give 'em Hell!"

"Thank you, Hidan."

You and the Jashinnist give each other a fist bump, and he pulls you into an uncharacteristically comforting hug. He smells of old leather, old motor oil, old cigarette smoke and Old Spice. It's oddly sexy and you pull away with hot cheeks.

"Hey, you got this Darling, hm."

Fortified with many hugs and words of affirmation, you're soon ready to face the pervy snake, but before you could open the door a tap makes you flinch. Filled with determination you fling the door open wide ready to tell someone off, but you freeze in place. In front of you is a much scarier person than Orochimaru.

"LEADER SAMA?!" You screech embarrassingly, but quickly dial it back to a forced cool. "Uh, how may I help you Sir?" Smooth girl, real smooth.

The Orangette glances to his beautiful partner than back to you. "It has come to my attention that you are concerned about your safety during your impending mission with Orochimaru. I want to assure you that I believe that you will have little problems with him as your partner. However, I need your full concentration during this mission as it represents a large financial gain for the Akatsuki. Certainly, I do not wish harm to any of my important members, as you are one." Pain turns to Hidan and nods.

"Oh right! Almost forgot! Here ya go toots!" Hidan hands you a silver ring with an orange carnelian stone, the Kanji for three is carved into it's face and filled in with black enamel.

"What's this for?" You ask, studding the familiar piece of jewelry.

These rings are how we communicate, Pain explains. They also have other uses that you are not yet privy to. I believe you have the ability to take care of yourself, even against Orochimaru. However, this ring will be your insurance policy. If for any reason you find yourself in danger, and you cannot rely on your partners for assistance, simply use this ring to communicate with me.

How do I use it?

All you need is the will to do so. Place it on the index finger of your left hand.

You do as your leader commands, but let out an "eep" when the ring molds it's self to your finger. "COOL!"

"Indeed. This ring will fit perfectly, no matter what form you choose to use."

"Thank you, Leader Sama!"

"Um, excuse me?" Hidan pouts.

You turn toward the silver haired devil—arms crossed and pouting—and give him another hug, only this time big, silly and exaggerated. Theenk ooo, Hidan!

Mmm, fuck Cleo! You gotta stop giving me wood if you're not gonna do somethin' about it. You and Kakuzu both go to smack him in the back of the head. Yours is light and playful. Kakuzu's is less so, and Hidan topples face first onto the floor. He gets up with a shit-eating grin and a bloody nose. He winks at you, and every one takes their leave.

You follow Kabuto to the entrance where Orochimaru is waiting for you. Despite the fact that he scares the piss out of you, you still blush at the sight of that wicked smile. Like Seriously, what's the deal with that guy, and how could Kabuto hold him in such high regard?

Deciding not to think to far into it you follow the two mad scientists into the yard were the tulips and crocus peak out from the new grass, and the Sakura trees are in full bloom. The air is cool but the sun is warm on your black robe. It's pleasant. As a Shinobi and animal-nin, cold temperatures barely register, but the spring sun makes you feel like the world is new and nothing could go wrong. Not even the eery presence of Orochimaru can dampen your spirits at this moment.

"My, my, Clio Chan, the change of scenery finds you well. Your smile could light up the darkest cave. Isn't that so Kabuto Kun?"

"Yes, Orochimaru Sama. Clio San is quite beautiful in the sun."

You blush shyly. "Thank you both," you whisper, a little more docile than you had intended.

The Sannin hums in disapproval. He wants to see your strength. He's not a patient man, but he'll have to be. You need to travel as a human to avoid panic by lesser people whom may see you on the road. Nevermind his attraction to your Worgen form, he wants to watch you kill, watch you dominate. He wants to see the Lykenthrope.

The day passes without issue, perhaps even a little boring. Orochimaru and Kabuto don't seem to be in a hurry to complete this mission and you had pressed forward at a leisurely pace. Luckily it's time to settle and that means a hunt. The map shows no rivers or lakes but that's okay. You're in the fire country, and that means forests, deer and boar.

Down on all fours you stalk your prey. The deer in the fire country are humongous but the spring fawns are still quite small. You should have no problem as long as the daddy doesn't get involved. Unfortunately for you, you're spotted before you can even pounce. Suddenly a massive buck is barreling towards you,  rack lowered for easy impaling. You strafe right to avoid the oncoming antlers, and to give you time to transform.

As a Lykenthrope you weave through the herd to avoid the adults and zero in on the baby. With lightning fast speed and sharp toothed maw, you effortlessly scoop up the tender fawn. It's end is quick and painless, dead on impact. Despite not needing to, you're carnivorous instinct has you shaking the creature by the neck insuring a quick kill.

Feeling very accomplished, you prance back to camp victorious, sizable fawn dangling from your jaws.

Orochimaru's heart does flip flops, while Kabuto's heart stops when you trounce into the light of the fire, and drop your quarry on the dirt of a well traveled campsite. You make a show of your massive wolf form before stalking back to where you left your clothes to clean off the blood as well as you can with a towel and canteen of water. When you return Kabuto is expertly dissecting the fawns carcass. Nimble Chakra scalpels flay skin and tallow from meaty haunches.

"I know it's kinda overkill, but I haven't had venison in ages," you admit as you eye the meat hungrily.

"I'm sure you have something delicious planned for us Clio Chan. I dare say that I've gained ten pounds since you've joined us," the pale man chuckles.

You beam, the total sucker you are for prase on your cooking. You whip out your trusty food prep scroll and soon you have a venison stew that would make the finest restaurants in the five great nations beg for the recipe. And all you had were some root vegetables you brought from home, wild leeks and—of course—you're secret weapon. Herbs and spices that mostly consist of juniper and rosemary.

However you have little interest in the cooked food, and instead carved out the heart and liver to eat raw, and oh Gods were they delicious!

The best part about being proficient at sealing with scrolls, is not needing to bother with dishes right away. At least until you find a body of water bigger than a mud puddle.

You're definitely going to need your pots and pans nice and clean for this mission. You were going to be doing a lot of camping because you were being sent to weed out bandits that have been hanging out on the outskirts of Fire country, ambushing and robbing wealthy merchants coming from Tea.

Normally Konohagakure would handle it but there are so many different groups spread between both countries it would take big money to catch them all, and though not cheap, the Akatsuki is the better value.

Between your nose and Orochimaru's snakes you should be able to weed out the majority of the bandits.

That night you slept well as did your companions. The Sannin often stayed up long nights with his assistant and mission partner doing all sorts of nightmare inducing experiments. In fact, missions were the only time the young man and his older counterpart were likely to get a full night's rest, even then sleep is not guaranteed, and hasn't been for a couple of years. You see, the Sannin has very particular expectations for his young ward.

The next morning you wake up feeling invigorated. It's been a while since you've eaten anything bigger than a rabbit or fish raw and fresh killed. It always sets a bit of blood thirst in your belly. In this case that's good because you're gonna be killing during this mission, and if the briefing was anything to go by, you'll be killing a lot.

Oh, you should not be this excited about massacre! No, it's not the killing, it's the hunt, right? Right!

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It seemed very strange to you that Orochimaru was being notably... unpervy to you during this trip. Perhaps he was waiting for you to put your guard down. Well, that wasn't going to happen no matter how chill he was being. Kabuto was also being suspiciously reserved. Oh sure he chatted with you now and then, they both did, but there was just something off. Were they planning something? Nah, Kabuto... wouldn't... would he?

With each drama-free day that passes, you become more paranoid that there's a bad moon on the rise. With every break you're ears hone in on both men, expecting to hear hushed voices plotting your downfall, but when you listen all you ever hear is innocent pissing.

Than one night after making a meal of spicy boar sausage, a dream most unpleasant wakes you up in the middle of the night. Casting an eye around the camp, you see the two suspiciously odorless pair snuggled up in their bedrolls fast asleep. 

Honestly, what kind of Ninja would you be if you couldn't even tell the difference between your partners and freaking shadow clones?! Those two aren't fooling anyone.

I knew it!!! Those mad scientists are up to something nefarious... well, MORE nefarious than usual, and I'm gonna find out what it is!

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"How dare you accuse my only daughter of being the whore of a wolf-nin?!"

"I promised my sister I'd protect her kitten with my life."

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"Baaba, what was ojiisan like?"

Your Grandmother's face blanches slightly before quickly softening. She cradles you just a bit tighter to her chest. protective.

"Dear child, I wish I could tell you, truly I do, but my mating to your grandfather was a clan sanctioned one, and I didn't know him well."

What does... "clan sanctioned" mean?

"It means that the elders chose who I had a baby with."

"Did the clan choose Daddy for Mommy."

No, no, kitten. You're parents found each other and fell in love.

"So, you didn't love ojiisan?"

"No, dear, I didn't. Nore did he love me." You're Grandmother seems to look through you, her eyes becoming dreamy and distant.

"We were victims, you're grandfather and I. We had no say in whom we were mated to. He was a strong breeding male and has had many children, but like myself, the poor man never found love. After he sired enough kittens for the clan, he was forced into an arranged marriage by his parents, all before the age of 17. The loneliness became too much for him to bare. Surrounded by family, he died alone.

Your grandmother shook her head, as if to get rid of something unwanted. "Clio-chan, please promise me that you will find people in this world who truly love you for you, and not just for what you can offer them."

"I promise obasan," you promised although not completely understanding what she was talking about. How do you die alone surrounded by family? You didn't ask but just gave her a squinting smile and a big hug.

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Orochimaru loves his flock, but like a good Shephard he's never been squeamish about sending one off to slaughter when the need arose. He'd never really considered any one of them as particularly special to him personally. Only as beasts of burden or those groomed to become vessels. However you were neither.

A pet? Yes, he wanted you as a pet. Someone to lay by his feet as a beloved companion, someone he can stroke, someone he can protect, and in return, protect him when need be. A servant, yes, but so much more. For what is a shephard without his trusty K9 companion? But in order to gain the trust of any wild animal, he must have patience.

For now his lovely assistant Kabuto will be his only friend in a world of fools who couldn't possibly comprehend his genius. His beautiful, obedient Kabuto, who gives him exactly what he wants, when he wants. Which is what you saw when you crept through the trees as silent as a cat.

Your tiny auburn body hides soundlessly, crouched amongst the fiddleheads and young grasses of the forest floor. And you watch. Awestruck by the two beautiful bodies writhing under the moonlight. Orochimaru up against a tree, strong hand between his shoulder blades, pushing just hard enough to make the lithe back arch in such a way to help line him up for the long rithmic strokes of Kabuto's cock.

The soft mewling sound coming from the Sannin sets your tiny little heart to pitter pat. However, there is no way you're going to stay and watch. The snake can smell your arousal, and who knows what else. So with all the stealth you can muster in your state, you quickly turn tail and run back to camp.

Everything is going so well this mission. The last thing you wanted was to upset Orochimaru. After transforming from a cat back to a cat girl, you re-dress, and bury yourself under the covers. I think I got away with it.

As you close your eyes, you can't seem to get the image of sex out of your mind. Despite your sensitive ears picking up every moan, wimper, slap and even the soft rustling of the grass underneather two bodies joined in fevered lovemaking, you are finally taken by sleep. Morpheus wraps his long black-clad arm around your shoulder, and ushers you to his relm personally. As s he is proud of the shapes, sounds and feelings that he has created for you this night.

Orochimaru's shadow clone opens one eye and grins, before poofing away to share his secrets.

"Kabuto, I believe Clio Chan might soon be ripe for plucking."

The young apprentice pulls his master away from the tree with carefully measured force, he spins the Sannin to face him, and shoves him roughly to the forest floor. He falls to his knees than spends a moment to look down at the worshipful man beneath him. He still can't believe it. How is it that this most perfect, most powerful man had chosen him to be his personal consort? Graciously allowing him to penetrate and violate his Godley body with his unworthy manhood. Sliding back in, Kabuto and Orochimaru grunt and moan quiet praises to one another as the two fall apart in each other's arms.

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The next morning you and your companions reach the first group of bandits. You're itching to put both the uncomfortable dreams and sexual tension behind you, and fight. When you come across the first group, you give no quarter to the band of wretched creatures. They never even have a chance to scream, before four wholes are quickly and mercilessly divided up into multiple fractions to the delight of your team leader. "Excellent, I could use such a power as yours."

"Clio Chan! Do remember that we will need them recognizable enough to count as a single person, we're being paid by the piece!" Kabuto chides.

"Oop! Shit! Sorry about that. I honestly don't know what's gotten into me lately. I've been a ball of raw nerves. I'll be more careful next time."

Orochimaru slithers gracefully to your side. "Poor little lamb, did you not get enough sleep last night?" He wipes the blood from your heated cheek with a white silk handkerchief.

"Uh, no I-I slept fine."

"Oh, such a little lier you are." The snake Sannin's tongue flicks from his knowing smile. His cruel eyes bore into you, leaving you stripped bare of pretense. Just as quickly as it began, the threat has passed and Orochimaru bends down to pick up another little snake.

"This way my pet. The second group is just on the other side of the ridge." You glance over at Kabuto and share a shrug before following the pale man up the hill.

"Holy shit!" You exclaim, ducking low.

At the bottom of the ridge is a large, well organized encampment of dirty bedraggled men, many of whom look like actual Shinobi. You groan into your knees.

"There must be a hundred guys down there!" You whine.

This is gonna be one long ass day.

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That evening you shoot a final red flair into the sky, indicating yet another section of the road cleared to the Minister's men. As requested, a portion of the gang's leadership is kept alive so there would be someone for the Minister to present to the Daimyō. After all it wouldn't look good if there were no prisoners. However nobody wanted it to be known just how out of hand the problem had become, so most of the bandits ended up face down at the bottom of mass graves, far away from Tea.

The whole thing made you sick to your stomach, but you knew what you had to do to survive in a group like the Akatsuki. It's not like you were any sort of angel yourself, but you couldn't help but think of all of the families you may or may not have destroyed in a single day alone.

"Don't mope my dear. You did a good job today. You should be pleased. This has been a difficult mission, but it will soon be over and not even our leader will be able to doubt your usefulness."

You smile meekly at the Sannin and blow out a ragged sigh. "Thank you, Orochimaru-sama."

Finally finding yourselves close to a river, you and your companions take the time for a well needed brake.

You slip into the refreshing cool of the slow moving water. It's not quite summer hot outside yet, but the weather this far south is warm. The stress of the day dissolves from your limbs, like the blood off your battered and bruised skin. Forget what I said about it going well, everything about this mission is suck. Contrary to whatever Pain thinks of you, you aren't exactly thrilled to be the Akatsuki's new "slaughter dog."

I don't understand what's happening to me. I've never been this murdery before.

You glance over at your teammates who are quietly conversing about some sciencey thing you have little interest in. Your eyes caresse their well muscled arms and hot nasty clavicles before looking away, a bit disgusted with yourself. You shake your head, refusing to let the snack of a snake Sannin off the hook for drugging yo ass. You shiver, thinking about what horrible fate could have befallen you if Kabuto hadn't shown up when he did.

You sigh audibly while looking at the bespectacled gray haired man. You've seen first hand how cold and cruel he can be, but his uncharacteristic softness toward you is hella endearing, and you catch yourself staring.

In fact, you're staring at Kabuto, who's staring at Orochimaru who's staring at— oh God! It's that look again. That dark lecherous grin. The one that shows sharpened teeth. The hungry gleaming eyes that make you feel small enough to swallow whole, like a massive Boa constricter looking down a house cat who also just happens to be lunch.

Oh, Gods! How can one lustfull leer take you out of one existential tailspin only to send you barreling into another. What is wrong with my morality lately? Have I just completely turned into a murderous sexual deviant in just a few short months with the Akatsuki?

Your eyes blur from the sudden increase in blood pressure. Without warning, Orochimaru slinks two lithely supple arms around Kabuto's sturdy neck, and takes him into the most sensual kiss you've ever seen—Including fiction. You blue screen, and you grab your nose to hide any possible evidence of spirting blood.

Your body takes a quick moment to artfully betray you. A poorly timed breath has you choking and spluttering on blood and spit. Classy.

You feel a mighty need to drown yourself, and dunk your head under the water. You're about to let yourself drift away down the river when you feel your body being lifted out into the sunshine by two sets of powerful arms.

"Now, now, pet. What would Leader-sama say if we let you sail away on our watch? Look how upset you've made poor Kabuto-kun. How ever will you make it up to him?" Orochimaru places a slender finger to his cold lips. "oh, I have an idea! Why don't you give him a kiss? I'm sure that would make you both feel better."

Kabuto's eyes flash behind his glasses. Something between adorable shyness and unsure lust. The snake pushes you and the younger man together with surprising force. He's loving this new dynamic way too much, knowing he's in control, and is enjoying the role of Puppet Master.

You look at your team leader. No words are spoken but it's as if there's some sort of mental connection between the two of you. Not like the connection you would find with a trusted friend or like minded people, this connection feels wrong. The river runs cold,—too cold—and you recognize it instantly as a conscious attempt to control your mind.

If you were anyone else, Orochimaru's tactics could range from a seduction subtle enough not to notice, to a terrible presence impossible to ignore. But you're built different.

Sure you may distractable to the point of verging on the oblivious. Orochimaru is relying on that weakness to make his move. What he doesn't know is that flaw is conditional. It only applies to outside stimulus when you're concentrating on something particularly engrossing, or during a heat cycle when hormones has your brain in knots.

When it comes to an actual dangerous situation, or physical threat right in front of you, your animal senses are on ears up, tail twitching attention! And with this guy, you'r always watching your back.

"Orochimaru-sama, you know I have excellent senses, and you should know that your mind tricks will only work for a short time. Long enough for you to catch me, but not enough to control me. Sorry. Have you ever considered the old fashioned methods for seduction? Because I gotta tell ya, there's nothing sexy about being constantly on pins and needles, worrying about being attacked by an ally."

"Hmm, you are perceptive indeed. A once in a lifetime find. As you wish, little one, no more tricks."

You allow a barely perceptible sigh escape your lips, and begin to let your shoulders drop, when Orochimaru pulls you and Kabuto against his chest.

"Don't relax yet pet, you still owe Kabuto-kun a kiss for trying to float away from us."

The younger man in front of you says nothing. Probably waiting for instruction from his beloved "master." Sheesh! Again a twitch and a throb from the thing floating between your legs. The water begins to heat up around you.

"Go ahead, kiss."

Kabuto complies without question. His lips are as soft as one would expect from someone who spends most of their time indoors and out of the elements. His breath is already ragged and his body trembling from fear and anticipation. Orochimaru brings his hand down to your lower back, mirroring the action with the young medic.

"Kabuto, put your hands on her waist, that's right, let them rest on her hips," the snake hisses softly. "Clio touch his chest. Now move closer."

Orochimaru maneuvers the both of you carefully around river stones, and poses you like manikins. He makes an affirming sound, seemingly satisfied with your positions.

"Tonight the two of you are lovers. You will do exactly what I say or there will be consequences."

You scoff silently to yourself, but you feel a full body shudder run through the man currently attacking your neck with fearful desperation.

"Do you like it when Kabuto-kun kisses your neck Clio-chan?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't be standing here," you snark.

Kabuto stops kissing and jerks his head back, but doesn't let you go. Orochimaru's hand morphs into a long dark green snake that bursts from his sleeve. It wraps around your neck, taking your breath away.

Mind your tongue, child! I don't need tricks to control your body!

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Sorry this isn't a real chapter but I just wanted y'all to know I'm still here. Sorry I haven't posted for a while but come Hell or high water I will!

This is how I see the Akatsuki's height and approximate build. Clio-chan's build is subjective.

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Sorry again 💖

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It would be so simple to just place a cursed mark on this disobedient little kunoichi. A little reminder of pain less she continue to be difficult. But Orochimaru did promise no more tricks. So he waits. Better to use his own animal magnetism and her affection towards Kabuto and the rest of the Akatsuki to keep her close. Because if Pain believes he can use her for his own ridiculous war, he's mistaken. That foolish pawn has no idea how to control a power strong enough to rival the Ten Tails. Orochimaru does. First he must gain your trust. Starting with chemistry.

"My dear sweet child, I do not wish to harm you. If only you knew how much you mean to me. I dare say that you are the most important thing in my life. Young, strong, beautiful. You deserve to be worshiped, for you are a goddess among mortal men."

Orochimaru's voice is soft and soothing. It makes you feel secure, safe.

"Dearest Kabuto-kun, please bring Clio-chan closer."

"As you whish, Orochimaru-sama."

You kneel down on the soft grass before the snake Sannin. Despite the danger and past treachery, you still find it difficult to disobey. It isn't respect or fear that keeps you coming back to his side, but a strange attraction to his aura of power. It's not a trick per se, but it is something you can't resist. You're pretty sure it's just horny brain making you stupid, but you aren't complaining. Help is just a 'ring' away.

Orochimaru leans into you until you can feel his cold breath on your collar bone. As if he can read your mind, he caresses Hidan's ring, and coos sweet promises that you have nothing to fear. You clench your fist and he nods in understanding.

"Do not worry, pet. I have no intention to take away your safety net. I have only the most pleasant experiences pland for my favorite girl."

Your heart leaps at his touch. His danger is the most intoxicating feeling, and this man's hands are not safe. No part of his modified body is safe, and that makes him all that much more alluring. Fear is exhilarating, and danger is hot.

Orochimaru pulls you toward him slowly, meeting your lips in the softest of brushes. His tongue darts out and slides inbetween your lips, deepening the kiss possessively.

The tingling between your legs becomes almost unbearable, and you press your knees together tight to quell the need just a little. The action doesn't go unnoticed by either man currently caging you between them.

Tentatively, you place your arms around Orochimaru's lithe neck, helping to take his kiss even deeper. He's so cold, but smooth as silken snake skin. At the other end of the spectrum, Kabuto's hot flesh slips behind you, wet and sticky. His own arms wrap around your waist, while his warm mouth slides up your spine, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Burning trails of kisses linger on every spot his lips touch.

Your body is trapped between hot and cold; danger and safety; evil and... less evil.

Orochimaru's eyes stay fixed on your face, his hands stay unthreateningly by his sides, while Kabuto seems to be everywhere at once. Slowly the younger man pushes you toward the older, until you feel both Shinobi's eager cocks against your vulnerable core.

You move your hand slowly down the Sannin's shoulder, across the sturdy muscles of his chest and stomach, to the beautiful V that points like an arrow to the sensitive member that grows harder with each passing second.

With a single finger, you find the tip of Orochimaru's cock, absolutely pouring with pre-cum. His breath hitches slightly, almost soundlessly, but you catch it. Pulling away from the pale man's lips, a real wise-guy-esque grin spreads across your smug little face.

"Mmm, I like the way I can affect such a powerful man," you purr with only semi-faux arrogance.

You're only being playfull, but the nerve it takes to say such a thing at all shows your confidence. Orochimaru likes it. Against his natural need to control through fear, he wants you to feel comfortable around him. However, at this moment his tenuous control is hanging on by a string.

Orochimaru stares into your eyes. Two sets of sliver-like pupils meet, blown wide with lust. He almost looks vulnerable. Mouth dropped in a near frown and panting. A sweet flush on the points of his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. Cute.

You love this look on Orochimaru.

Your finger swirls around the pool of viscous liquid at the tip of Orochimaru's manhood, and follow the stream flowing down his shaft, till you reach the place where it drips endlessly from the bottom of his balls. You cup them with your hand, and begin to roll them gently between nimble fingers.

With a gasp, Orochimaru finally drops his control and gives in to the feeling. His eyes flutter shut, and he groans breathily. The look of complete surrender softening his sharp features makes your heart skip a beat or two before stuttering back to life. Orochimaru doesn't even notice.

Kabuto too has abandoned all control, but he kinda lost that well before reaching the riverbank. His cock is poking questioningly at your ass. Finally, his patience snaps and he pushes you over his master's body, forcing you into a straddling position. He presses his hot lips roughly against your ear,  breathing loudly.

"I'm going to fuck you're ass, okay?"

You nod quickly and let him bend your tiny body against Orochimaru's six foot something frame. You feel warm liquid slide down between your cheeks and stop at your puckered opening, where a single well manicured finger uses the lubricant to penetrate the virginal hole.

You moan softly at the gentle intrusion. Your mind aware, but fogged with lust, is just barely clocking how tender the mad scientists are behaving.

You start to feel Orochimaru writhing underneath you, and you realize that you're not the only one being prepared. Sharing Kabuto's angry cock with Orochimaru like a couple of paid whores causes a sudden twist in you're lower abdomen, and a fresh gush of slick joins the copious drizzle of Orochimaru's pre-cum.

Between the scissoring of Kabuto's fingers in your asshole and the delicate mewlings of Orochimaru, you find yourself unable to wait to be filled. You take hold of the Sannin's long cock, which makes his eyes snap open. He looks almost lost. Completely under the spell of the well practiced hands of the young doctor deftly massaging his prostate.

"I-c-can I put it inside me, please Orochimaru-sama?" You ask.

A loud groan comes from behind you, and the movement inside you becomes faster and more frantic.

"Gods, that's so fucking hot!" Kabuto huffs.

Orochimaru agrees, and nods breathlessly at you. "I want to be fucked, he coos." His voice high and soft. Cool, thick and sweet, like cream.

Immediately you feel your backend raise up. Kabuto pushes into the older man with a grunt, and Orochimaru sighs, making you feel a little left out. The feeling doesn't last however, because a large hand lifts you roughly, while another hand lines up Orochimaru's painfully hard cock to your dripping core, then drops you down oh so deliciously slowly, until fully seated.

"Oh, Kabuto-kun, you're such a good boy. You always know how your master likes to be treated."

The young medic preens at his lover's prase.

Kabuto rails Orochimaru's ass violently to the sound of whines and sighs, while you grind hard on the Sannin's cock. The friction on your clit, pared with the feeling of Orochimaru's long shaft sturing up your guts until your eyes roll to the back of your head, puts you in a state of bliss. Both men reach for you. Desperate to feel those soft full hips and warm jiggly breasts.

"You feel so good, Little one. A-almost too tight."

Orochimaru grimaces when his prase makes you clamp down around his cock. After being thwarted by the other Akatsuki members from feeling your perfect pussy again, he doesn't want to waist this opportunity by cumming too fast like some zit faced Genin!

"Kabuto!" He hisses. "I'm at my limit!"

The young man nods in understanding. He slides with a groan from the snake Sannin's hole and sits up to slap his rock hard dick on your pretty ass. You flinch, already filled with Orochimaru, you whine in fear. These men are substantially larger than Sasori and Deidara. For a moment you're afraid that he too wants to share you, the way they did.

Thankfully he aims for another hole, but you're sigh of relief becomes a gasp of pain, when his not unsubstantial manhood begins to push through your tight rings of muscle, softened by his fingers and relaxed by sex, but still no match for Kabuto's girth.

Fuck, if Kabuto is this big than I'd hate to see what Kisame and Kakuzu would be like! (Foreshadowing)

"I can feel you inside of her. You both feel so wonderful," Orochimaru coos.

"She's tight! Kabuto grits out through his clenched teeth. I-I don't know how long I'll hold."

"Remember your training, Kabuto-kun."

The medic-nin breathes in, holds it than out slowly. "Okay, are you ready for me to move?"

You nod.

"Uh uh uh," Orochimaru sings. "He needs your words."

"Yes," you breathe, "please fuck me, both of you."

"With pleasure my dear."

And with those words Orochimaru turns from mewling pillow princess to his own wicked self.

It starts slowly. Two sets of hands. One; robust but pale. Hot and heavy. The other; white, bone thin, and cold as a corpse. Moving in unison. Pushing you back and forth. Sharing you, holding your body steady, like an object to be used.

There's no room for error. With practiced ease the two men fall into a rithm. Each movement flawlessly timed. You can see why they're mission partners. Not only is their fighting styles perfectly complemented, but they're fucking you like a choreographed dance. With each thrust you are getting ever closer to your release. Thanks to Kabuto's girth filling your ass, Orochimaru's length is rubbing mercilessly against the web of pleasure sensors inside your cunt, while a thick patch of ink black curls tickle your clit with each heavy pass.

"Holy shit, Clio!" Kabuto shouts loud enough to alert every highway man in a five kilometer radius. But it's when Orochimaru hisses, and the strong throbbing within you indicates his climax, you finally break. Both men wince from the rithmic clenching your cunt inflicts on their still cumming cocks. The fluttering of your walls are strong enough to squeeze their seed right out of your body, and it oozes down your thighs, cooling in the evening breeze.

By the time the three of you collapse into a messy pile of arms, legs and matted long hair, Orochimaru is the only one with enough energy to grab a storage scroll, and poof up a couple of blankets to sleep on.

In the middle of hot, sweaty young bodies, even a cruel joyless creature like Orochimaru warms up enough to sleep comfortably in the arms of his lovers.