The Rogue’s Love

Chapter Three: Easy

“Rai-chan! You would look so cute in this!”

“No, she’d look cuter in this!” I rolled my eyes, watching the two boys fight over my clothing. The second Hidan saw me, he’s treated me worse than Deidara. They both acted as if I were nothing but a mere doll. How annoying.

There was only one thing about Hidan than made him so much worse than Deidara. Unlike the blonde, who seemed next to innocent, Hidan was the perviest person I have ever met in my life. Ever chance he got, he would make a pass at me.

I looked at the outfit’s the two were holding up. Deidara’s was simple enough, a cute little dress that was way too girly and pink. It had poofy sleeves, and lace everywhere. Never in my life would I ever be caught dead in that thing. Hidan’s, on the hand, was a very skimpy, very opposite of Deidara’s dress. Black, and leather. I covered my face in shame.

“I’m not wearing either of those.”

Deidara pouted, “Why not?”

“For starters, I actually have some dignity.”

Hidan laughed very loudly, almost following on the ground. I hit my head on a nearby wall, repeatedly. When coming to the Akatsuki, I thought they were going to be a group of respectable, reserved people spending their time organizing evil plans to take over the world. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“You’ll have to excuse these two, they’re clueless. I’m sure Konan will have something you like.” Itachi spoke from the shadows of the corner. Could he get any creeper?

“Could you take me to her room?” I asked rather sheepishly. “I’m not sure where everything is quite yet.” He nodded, showing me out of the room.

“I knew your brother,” I piped up, when we were finally out in the hallway, looking for conversation. The dark hallways and silence scared me. Especially with how creepy these people were.

“How is Sasuke doing?” He asked in his monotonously voice. I snorted at how alike the two were.

“Still obsessing over killing you, joined Oruchimaru a few years back.” Itachi said nothing else, stopping at the door at the very end of the corridor. He knocked a few times, the sound resounding through the empty space, bouncing off of the walls.

“Ah, Itachi. What do I owe this…pleasure?” Konan smiled tightly, making it obvious that she wasn’t very happy to see us.

“Raikou here needs clothes for her stay. Could you possibly spare some?” Her gaze fell on me, giving me an unwelcoming glare. I smiled meekly, not wanting to get on her bad side.

“I’m sorry to be a bother, miss…” I said not enjoying being here. I’m sure Itachi was safe to be around, and wouldn’t ever try to hurt me; he seemed like the type of person to need a reason. As for Konan? She was one scary bitch. Itachi would also have no reason to interfere if Konan would ever decide to end my life.

My demise would come from the Akatsuki, and I feared it to be sooner than I originally planned it out to be.

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I tugged at the hem of Konan’s so called ‘dress’, it barely fit me as a shirt. There was no such thing as decent clothing around here.

“That look suits you well. Plan on making a career out of it?” I looked up from the horrid piece of clothing to see Sasori’s very attractive face wearing the most annoying smirk. I rolled my eyes, not letting his snide remarks get to me.

“Why are you wearing that, anyways?” I shrugged. “Deidara decided that I need to change, considering that I have worn my clothes for approximately twenty-four hours.”

Sasori smiled, obviously amused by me being tortured. Such a cruel, cruel man. “You’re lucky he didn’t want to play dress up. Wouldn’t have that been something? Especially with Hidan around.” I groaned, leaning against the nearby wall.

“It’s official. I’m gonna get raped.”

Sasori then decided to pin me against the wall, one arm on each side of my head. His voice drooped down to a husky whisper as he leaned down to my ear. “It’s not rape if you enjoy it.”

His closeness made me shiver, I so badly wanted to close the little gap between us. That was, until he burst out laughing. “You’re a hormonal mess.”

My cheeks flared a deep red from embarrassment. Thank god it was dark. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sasori leaned away from me, yet again, smirking. I braved this man, putting on a poker face. I got rejected for an attack that I didn’t even initiate. Cool life. I mean, what the hell was I thinking? I wanted to throw myself off of a bridge right about now.

“Raikou, sweetie. Here’s a little tip, don’t make yourself so easy.” I glared at him.

I am not easy!” I growled, so badly wanting to punch him in that overly attractive face of his. He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Funny, if I’m mistake please correct me. But, weren’t you just willing to throw yourself at me, in the middle of the hallway, where anyone could walk by? Not to mention that you just met me.”

I cursed under my breath, glaring at the opposite wall. He chuckled. “Like I said, easy.”

“I. Am. Not. Easy.” I repeated, grinding my teeth together. Before I knew what was happening, I was once again being forced against the wall, held captive by the oh-so-evil Sasori. Only this time, he painfully held my wrists high over my head. Not saying I wasn’t enjoying it, though. “Rai-chan,” He breathed, his hot breath fanning across the exposed skin of my neck. My breathing was now coming out in very short gaps, and I couldn’t have felt more humiliated.

He pressed his lips against my collarbone, nipping at it lightly. It took everything in me not to moan. I couldn’t decided whether or not like living in hell, or if I had suddenly died and miraculously found my way into heaven’s gates. Either way, I was enjoying this way too much. Oh, how I wish it would end.

“Sas-Sasori.” I whispered, arching my back, pressing my body against his. He looked up, mischievous glint in his eyes. “Hmm?”

“Go to hell.” I abruptly brought my knee up to welcome his very tender groin. “How’s that for easy?”

“Rai-chan, Rai-chan!” Deidara squealed, running towards me. He totally ignored Sasori’s groaning figure that lay on the ground as he engulfed me in a suffocating hug. “I’ve missed you so much!” I giggled, patting the oblivious blonde on the head. “I’ve missed you, too, Dei-kun.”

He pulled out of the hug, eyes shining in delight. “You gave me a nickname! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE!”

Sasori groaned, again; finally getting off of the floor. “Oh, Saucy. When did you get here?” The red head sent the blonde a death glare.

“I’ve been here the whole time, dimwit.” Deidara cocked his head to the side. “You wouldn’t be lying, would you?”

It was quite entertaining to see Sasori so annoyed, I was definitely enjoying it. He face palmed, briskly walking away. He kept murmuring things not suitable enough for children under the age of thirteen to hear, or ever experience in any way. There was the occasional word other than something you would have to bleep off on family friendly television.

I was downright laughing, now. “Dei, please always remain the unobservant, immature person for as long as you live.” Confusion flitted across his face, but he happily shrugged. “Anything for my Rai-chan.”

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ElOhEl, this chapter ! XD Teehee, what a little pervert I am ;D

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