Akatsuki's Possession ✗

part 03. True identity

"What was that?!" Hidan scowled and grabbed the blonde by the collar suddenly, his other friend just sighing for afar as he finished up paying for the order.

He just casually grabbed a woman's collar and yelled at her, what was wrong with this dude?

"Hey! You don't need to be so rough on her, get your hands off the girl." Rin stood up abruptly, her face both a mix of annoyance and fear.

"Yeah, we really apologize. We started it, so I'm sorry, ma'am." I backed her up and bowed, my apology directed towards the blonde.

They both just stood there, unblinking.

"Just because you're pissed off doesn't mean you get to grab a girl like that. You might be intimidating, but I can't stand around and watch her be treated like that." It was Sakura's turn to speak and Ino nodded along, a determined look across their faces.

The stitched up guy was casually sipping his tea, watching the drama unfold between the kids, seeming not the least bit interested.

Hidan stared over at the blonde, looked back at us as it to make sure we were talking to him.

There was silence as we all stood our ground. Silence, until Hidan burst out laughing. He went into hysterics, shoving the girl away from him.

"I can't- I'm fucking done!" He managed to spit out between his fit of laughter, the girl standing their perplexed before a look of realization hit her.

"T-They.. they think you're a fucking girl! Oh, lord. These girls think you're a damn female, the whole group would lose their shit if they find out abo-"

"Tell them one word of this, and you're dead." The blonde threatened Hidan before sharing us the same look. We were taken aback, what was going on?

"Kakuzu, you hear this shit, dude?! They thought Deidara was a chick!" He tried to gain his composure and wiped away a small tear, before looking at us.

"Yeah, HE'S a girl, totally. Except, he got a dick too." Hidan spat out as if this was all a joke to him.

"What're you talking about?" Ino questioned, the answer to which we all want.

"Hidan, piss off." The blonde hissed and grabbed her backpack, walking over the stitched up dude at the far corner.

"You're an odd pair, got a laugh out of me, god that was hilarious." He chuckled out before taking in a long breath.

"That's my friend, who isn't a girl. He looks like a girl, but you guys look like dumb skanks. So it's all fair." He shrugged before eyeing me, knowing I'm the one who started it all.

"You, what's your name?" He asked, unfazed.

It took me a while to process he was talking to me until Rin nudged me.

"Oh, um. I'm Nao." I replied softly as I eyed the blonde, my eyes fixed on something specific on her backpack. It was a pin, with our "future" college's name.

"You guys go to Konohagakure State College too?" I mumbled out before glancing up at the man before me.

"Honey, we're second years. Except that twink blonde bitch there, he's a newbie. Like you guys." He spoke amusedly.

The blonde seemed to suddenly lose 'his' cool as he got up to attack Hidan, but the stitched up guy held him back.

"How'd you know we're Freshmen?" Sakura questioned him, Ino looking at the time and packing up, as if getting ready to leave.

"Because obviously, you don't know who we are." He replied calmly with a shrug before turning his back to us, sauntering over to the other two.

"Sakura, it's dark. We have to finish packing things. Rin, Nao, it was nice seeing you two. We'll hopefully meet at the gates tomorrow, good luck!" Ino beamed and so did Sakura, forgetting about what had happened before scurrying off.

"Nao, we should head back too. It's getting late." Rin suggested, her tea way past cold.

I nodded subconsciously as we both got our coats on, heading out the store. As we left, I eyed the boy's chat amongst themselves. Well, more like argue. Since the blonde seemed beyond pissed and Hidan was laughing. The other dude couldn't seem to care less.

The one thing I found similar among them was a tie-like band that was tied around their arm. It had red clouds drawn on it.

Weird, this was all totally weird.