Forgiven (discontinued)

The One With Malia's Past (part 3)

A few hours passed and she finally woke up. A man with red hair stood over her along with the green eyed man from before.
"This is the ghost hunter, huh? She seems a little young to manipulate people's minds into thinking their friends are dead because of them." The red haired man mumbled, looking at the girl as she put her hand up. There was glass between them. But for some reason, she wanted out. "Where's Hidan? He might know where this mark is from."
The girl flipped her attention to the stitched man, who had his robe off along with his mask. He looked like Frankenstein's monster. Considering he was all stitched like that. She pressed her hand against the glass, staring at the man. He nodded at the red head, looking at what Malia was doing. He raised a brow before putting his hand over hers. What was she doing? Did he remind her of someone..? Because she sure as hell reminded him of someone. He sighed to himself. 'Idiot. Don't let feelings get you now. They're gone.'
"Who's gone..." He heard her say. His eyes turned their attention to hers. She was staring at him again, he growled, trying to pull his hand away. Could she hear his thoughts? Was she trying to manipulate him? It wasn't going to work. Not while she was in..
"I'm not trying to manipulate you, mister.. Please.. Tell me who you lost." She blinked a few times before he sat down beside the case she was in. She was in his mind.
"Get out, kid. You won't like what you'll find in there." He said softly, she just nodded. Pulling her hand away from his. Wait, was that why she could hear what he was thinking? Come to think of it, he couldn't pull his hand away from hers once they were lined up. "How are you doing that?"
"My name is Malia.. I am the ghost capturer.. I know when people die, how they die and who killed them. When they die, they come through me." She sounded so smart for a 10 year old. That's right, she was 10 now, when Hetako was killed she was 8. "I saw you die, mister." She turned her head to the man in the doorway.
"Leader.." Kakuzu pulled his hand from the case as he watched the pierced man walk in.
"I am sorry you were killed, Pein. I hope you got your revenge." She said monotoned as if she was in a trance.
"Sasori, what's happening, or should I ask you Kakuzu." Pein turned his attention from the girl to the man sitting.
"It seems as though she's scanning everyone who comes into this room. Like she's searching the banks on when they'll die, who will kill them and how they died. Like you for instance." He sighed, leaning back observing he girl as she stared at the ceiling. "Once you stepped in the door, she lost interest in me and went straight for you. That she knew you died." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "If I had to guess, this is death itself."

Each of the Akatuski entered, Malia looked like she was about to explode from all the blood she saw these people shed. "Dead.. Dead... Immortal." Obviously talking about the Jashin who was about to say something about her being a bitch and that she was the one that was left when they killed her brother. Kakuzu stopped him, lifting his hand off the case.
"Don't touch it, she can read everything about your life if she connects her hand with yours. No wonder why she was wearing gloves when she was found."
Hidan groaned. "This fucking sucks. This bitch is reading off names. Who ca-"
"June Kayia. April 27. She will be founded by two men, and killed on sp- no, she will be tortured until Hidan had a enough. He will pray to lord Jashin to lift her immortality forever so he can kill her for hurting the one he loves the most." She turned her head, her yellow eyes staring straight at Hidan. Which freaked him out, his body was still 19, but if anything. His real age was beyond what anyone would expect. This tiny girl still scared him shitless. "Malia Huyroa. The one he loves the most, will die from a fatal head injury. Causing him to go into a rage and kill everyone in his path."
He made a 'tch' sound. "Like I'll ever love you. You're a fucking kid, and you can tell when people fucking die? This is the stupidest shit I've ever heard."
"Hidan, dead." Was the last words they heard from her as she passed out.
"HA, ME DEAD? Bitch, you're wrong."

As the months went on, Malia's case turned into a clear cell. Everyday, Sasori would give her food and allow her to shuffle through his memories to help her train. She was able to read his movements, his breathing patterns, how many times he'll try to kill Deidara. Which made her laugh. She knew everything that'll happen in each day. Which didn't bother her. What did bother her was she had one day where it was blurred.
It seemed to be a few years from now. But it still ticked her. She focused on that day. Every so often getting a few glimpses at what was happening. A Jashin pedant, yellow eyes. Blood. So much blood. She was cut from her thoughts by the voice of the man she, scarily enough, trusted the most. Kakuzu, he pulled up a stool, sitting in front of her.
"Malia, you asked who I lost when you first came. I lost my daughter. And my wife. The. I lost myself. How can you not see that?" He clasped his hands together, looking kind of serious about this.
"It's a blur, you don't want anyone to know how they died, therefore it's like walking in fog when I'm in that part of your memory. I see something, but I can't see it clearly." She said softly, looking down at her book that he had given her a few months back when she first got this clear cell.
"I want you to do something for me, I'll allow you to see what happened if you keep it to yourself." He put his hand on the glass and she nodded, putting her hand up to his.
"I promise, Kaky. I'll never share this information with anyone.."