An Unlikely Romance: A Hidan Love Story

Chapter 2

~{Normal Point of View}~

I slowly open my eyes. My hands were untied and I didn't have the gag in my mouth. I didn't have the blindfold either. I quickly sat up. A sharp pain from my stab wound shot through my body. I cringed. I shook it off, panicking as I looked around. Everything was foreign. I didn't recognize anything I looked at. "Wh-where the hell am I?" I ask, my voice shaking. I never felt safe in an unfamiliar place. Especially if I knew no one.

"Deidara-senpai, Maid-chan is awake!" The masked man shouted. He turned to me and walked closer. "What's maid-chan's name?"

I press my lips together, not intending on speaking to the boy.

Soon the blonde, Deidara, walked into view and stood over me. He studied me intently, grabbing both of my hands and pulling me to my feet. He stares at my side-the one he stabbed-and sighs. "Come with me."

I grudgingly follow him down a hallway and he knocks lightly on a door. "Kakuzu-sama, I need you."

The sound of metal clanging on the floor met my ears and an aggravated groan was made. Suddenly, the door was yanked open and a very tall man stares at Deidara with strange eyes. "What do you need?" He grunts. His voice was very deep.

"This girl probably needs stitches. I stabbed her to stop her from struggling."

"So you're asking me to stitch up her wound, right?"

Deidara nods, "Yes. If you don't, it'll probably get infected and Leader-sama will scold me."

"Go ahead and bring her to the infirmary. I'll be there shortly."

"Okay." Deidara looks at me and nudges me forward with his hand. "Go on."

He practically pushes me down the hall and into a big, brightly lit room. There was an uncomfortable looking metal cot in the center of the room, surrounded by other lights. Medical supplies covered shelves and counters. The walls were a cream white and it smelled very...sterile.

"Just sit right there. Kakuzu said he'd be here soon." Deidara turns and leaves me alone in the room, closing the door behind him.

I sigh, sitting down on the cold metal cot and staring at my hands. 'This place is so...professional. But...everything is still in its packaging. Do they ever use this stuff? And what do these people want with me? I...I don't understand. That masked boy said something about me being a maid but...' My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open.

"Yo, Kakuzu! Where the fuck-" A gorgeous silver haired man stood in the doorway and stared at me. "You're definitely not the old geezer. Who are you?"

I don't speak a word, watching him carefully.

"What? Are you fucking mute or something?" He asks, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

I continue to stay silent and look down at my feet. That, of course, pissed him off.

"I'm talking to you, bitch!" He stomps towards me and slaps me across the face. I cry out in pain and hold my cheek. "Are you going to speak now?"

I glare at him and hope that Deidara would walk in and shoo him away.

"Damn it! Why don't you speak?!" He raises his hand, about to slap me again but I grab it and stop him. "Oh fuck no!" He grabs me by my arm and yanks me off of the cot. "I think that you will make a fucking perfect sacrifice to Lord Jashin!" He pushes me against the wall, my head smacking against it and causing my vision to get blurry. I cry out in pain and attempt to push him away from me. He grabs a kunai out of his cloak and brings it across my cheek. "But before I kill you, I'm gonna have a little fun." He grabs me and rips open the front of my kimono, pushing it off of my shoulders. It falls and pools around my ankles, leaving me exposed to this man.

"P-please don't!" I cry. I didn't know what this man planned to do but from the way he tore my clothes off, I had a hunch.

"Now you talk, huh?" He laughs and presses the tip of the kunai against my stomach, drawing blood. I yelp and struggle, trying to free myself from his grasp. Of course that only made it worse and he dug the kunai deeper into my skin. Blood trickled down and dripped onto the floor. He yanked the kunai out of my stomach and went for a more delicate place. The man presses the kunai into the space between my breasts and begins to move it, tracing the outline of my breasts.

I scream in pain, hoping that someone would hear me and maybe come to my rescue. 'That's highly unlikely, Akahana. Are you serious? The other one stabbed you in the side! I'm pretty sure he wouldn't do shit!'

"You know, you're really fucking sexy. Too bad I have to kill you. I could really have a damn good time with that sexy ass body of yours."

"Please, stop!" I whimper, my eyes leaking tears.

"It's against my religion not to kill you since I've already began. And besides, I'm having fun. It's been too damn long since I've seen a bitch naked." As blood ran down my torso, he leaned forward, burying his head between my bloody breasts and licking the blood. Suddenly I could feel his teeth digging into the cut and I moan in pain.

"Stop! Please! I'm sorry!" I cry, trying to push his head away.

He releases me completely and I fall back on my butt. 'Is he seriously going to let me live?' I ask myself, hope floating in my mind.

The man begins drawing a symbol on the ground with his foot. With my newly shed blood. The silver haired man stepped into the symbol on the ground and his appearance changed completely. He looked like a skeleton but you could tell he was still human.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I ask.

He ignores me and grabs some kind of metal pole out of his cloak. When I looked closer, I realized it was a retractable spear.

It seemed like what he was doing was some kind of ritual. I thought about moving to try and run to the door but stopped myself, knowing what he would probably do to me if I did. I watch him, waiting for his next move.

Grabbing the spear, he quickly stabs himself in the shin. I watch in horror but feel the pain. It was like he stabbed me instead of himself. I squeeze my eyes shut as he stabbed other parts of his-and my-body.

Suddenly he began to laugh maniacally. I opened my eyes. He held the spear out in front of him, the point pointing towards his heart.

'He's going to kill me,' I thought to myself, dread and panic filling my thoughts.