A Nocturne - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: I… Made Out With… WHO?!?!?

Naruto's POV:

Akimi… wants him dead? WTF HAPPENED BETWEEN THESE TWO?!?!?!?!

Sasuke's POV:

…
I like this girl.

Gaara's POV:

She needs to stop. And she needs to do it now.
"Akimi… Stop this." The solid presences surrounding Rei disappeared quickly, and Akimi's eyes returned to their normal blood-infested colour. She was glaring at Rei, the force of her glare making him uncomfortable enough to shuffle around on his feet a little, looking at the ground. That glare… It is a hell of a lot like mine was… When I first ran into her… I winced mentally. I gave her a pretty bad injury the first time she stuck to me like glue. "Rei, go. And don't come back in here." I instructed. The male nodded and left, his cloak the only sound in the room besides our breathing.
"… Protect Naruto, and you three better not get angry at me…" Akimi mumbled, scratching her neck.
"Why would we be?" Sasuke asked, confusion covering his stoic features.
"Some of the Akatsuki are in my brother's room… Including Itachi." We all sensed the immediate anger radiating from Sasuke.
"Who else?" I asked quietly, moving to protect Naruto.
"Uhmmmm… Kisame, Sasori, Deidar—" She faltered, her breath hitching. "DEIDEI! OMG!"

Normal POV:

She ran out the room, and into her brothers, pouncing on the blonde haired male. He chuckled.
"I wondered went it would sink in, un." He hugged her back.
"You two have met?" Itachi asked, glaring at the artistic blonde.
"Yes, un." Deidara replied.
"Two days before I left Suna when I was seven, Deidei and Sasori-kun were there." She was smiling as she reminisced. "I---" Her sentence was cut short as a manic grin grew on her face. "Deideiiiiiiiii…" She was grinning.
"My hair isn't soft enough any more, un…" He pouted sadly. Akimi ran her fingers through his hair, grimacing slightly and pulling out of the hug, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the room. She came back after five minutes with no Deidara and went to cuddle with Sasori instead.

Rei's POV:

Hn. Stupid slut is getting all close with Deidara and Sasori again. And I thought she was up and personal with Sasuke. And then… when she was little, she was all up Gaara all the time. And she says she isn't a slut.
"Slut." I hissed out.
"I beg your pardon?" She sat up, regarding me harshly once again.
"You heard me. You say you aren't a slut, and you are!" She sighed.
"Reasoning?" She demanded. Kuso.
"Well. You're getting all close with Deidara and Sasori again. And I thought you were up and personal with Sasuke. And then, when you were little, you were up Gaara all the time!" Her face was red. HA! I win.
"YOU CRAZY SWINE!" She yelled. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, CALLING ME A SLUT WHEN YOU HAVE SHAGGED EVERY GIRL THERE IS IN THE FIVE COUNTRIES?! EH?!" She breathed out, managing to calm herself. "Deidara and Sasori are friends. As is Gaara. I was with Gaara constantly because YOU WEREN'T THERE. And Sasuke…" She blushed. "Sasuke is just…" She didn't say anything more as Naruto yelled out. Her eyes widened and she ran out of the room, back into her own.

Normal POV:

Deidara was staring at the blonde Jinchuuriki, clutching the towel around his waist with one hand.
"Uhh… D-Deidei…" The blonde man looked to his friend, seeing her face flushed before looking back at her.
"Oh, sorry, un." He went back into the bathroom, coming out five minutes later completely dry and dressed in his usual attire.  Akimi grinned and dragged him back to Rei's room, before busily going about, combing through his hair gently with a thick brush, before going through it with a smaller comb. She repeated the process until his hair was dry.
"There you go, Deidei!" She chirped, running her fingers through his now totally-soft-blonde hair. He copied her action and smiled.
"Wow, you work miracles on hair, un!" He stated, turning to look at the giggling female.
"What can I say?" She shrugged. "It's always been natural for me to be able to fix someone's hair."
"If that's the case," Itachi interrupted, "put his in a complex traditional style." A gleam showed in the Ramika's blood-coloured eyes, and she ran from the room to get the things she needed. Soon she came back and began work on Deidara's hair, making quick and neat work of it.
Adding a flower as last accessory, she grinned. "Happy, Itachi?" She asked. The Uchiha walked over, walking around Deidara to inspect his hair. Then he simply nodded, regarding the female carefully as she walked back to Deidara. "But this style doesn't suit Deidei…" Pulling a single clip from his hair, it all fell about the blonde's shoulders, and she ran a brush through it again.

-Five days later-

Akimi's POV:

Akatsuki, being the swine's they were, refused to leave my apartment. Stupid asshole of a brother. Ah, whatever. It was nice spending time with Deidei and Sasori. Those two really need to get together. It's like everyone knows they like each other but them! Well; to be honest, that's the truth.
I opened my eyes to see I was curled up on Deidei's lap. AGAIN. How the hell do I even get here? I mean, I remember going to sleep on Gaara's lap! Oh, wait… … AKATSUKI ARE IN MY FREAKING LIVING ROOM. I looked to Sasuke to see him glowering and Itachi, then me, Itachi, then me.
"Ok, first off, Deidei. HOW THE HELL DID I END UP IN YOUR LAP?" I yelled the last part, seemingly annoyed – VERY annoyed.
"Because I put you on my lap, un." He smirked and I thumped him in the stomach, muttering curses.
"Second. WHY ARE YOU IN MY LIVING ROOM?" No-one decided to answer, so I got up, brushed off some imaginary dust and walked out.
"I've already packed your things." Gaara spoke from the living room.
"DAMMIT." I cursed from the hallway. "Well… I guess I'm going to the Hokage then." I ran to my room before anyone tried to stop me. I was about to go out the balcony when Itachi appeared and pushed me back, glaring at me as he locked the balcony doors then my bedroom door. "I-Itachi?" I asked, voice wavering in uncertainty.
"What've you been up to with my Otouto(1)?" He growled, walking up so me so that I had to walk backwards. This continued until my back hit a wall. Very painfully, too. But it's not like I'd admit that to him.
"Well, Itachi," I practically spat his name like it was venom. "For your information, he kissed me." It took him a while to reply.
"… Did… You kiss back?" He asked quietly, stepping away from me.
"After I stopped struggling… Yeah." I chuckled, my cheeks burning. He glared at me, and I stopped, trying to fight back the burning sensation of the blush on my face. Once that happened, I looked to him shyly. "W-why does it matter?" My voice was wavering and I wanted to cry. I sounded soooooooooooooo weak! It was unbelieveable! I mean, come on! He's an UCHIHA, dammit! Speaking of the Uchiha, why is he so close? Like… oh kuso.  "Why are you, like, an inch away from my face?" I queried. He pressed a finger lightly to my lips, asking for silence. I, being the idiot I am, kissed his finger. He stared at me. Not glared. But stared. I waited patiently (something I am not good at) for his reaction.
…
I did NOT expect him to push me up against the wall and start making out with me.

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(1): 'Otouto', I think, is little brother in Japanese.