𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 | gaara/sasuke uchiha

Chapter Twelve - Welcome to the Akatsuki!

"This is, uh, my first 'mission' as an Akatsuki member?"

 I stand before a burly, uninterested looking thug in an alleyway, awkwardly scratching the back of my head. Mere hours after I'd joined and I've already been set my first task. And quite frankly, I don't know if I'm afraid, or take it all as a joke. But the bulky man before me doesn't help with the latter. He wears black sunglasses, even though it's the dead of night, and looks like he doesn't even want to bother dealing with me, some scrawny looking high school kid who doesn't know what she's doing.

"Pain sent you?" His voice is a monotone and he seems to sigh as I nod enthusiastically.

"The people he signs up these days," he mumbles, before turning around to the heavy iron door behind him. "Wait here." 

I stand around for a few minutes, keeping a careful eye on on my surroundings. The area I've been sent to is pretty, well, dirty, and I don't want to let my guard down even a little. Hidan gave me a pocket knife to keep up my sleeve, saying "If any bastard tries to fuck with you, stab him right in the nuts then run as fast as you can. Got it?" A loud thud signals the goon's return, and I turn back to the door to see him carrying a faded brown briefcase at his side.

"You'll look innocent enough," he says gruffly, thrusting the case into my arms. I catch it with an "oomph!" as I hold it against my chest, raising an eyebrow at him. "Go on. Get going." Uncourteously, he turns his back on me and walks back into his iron door, slamming it behind him, and leaving me in the middle of a dirty, graffiti filled alleyway. At one in the morning. Dude.

"Whatever." I turn on my heel and make to stride back the way I came, where Deidara and Hidan sit waiting for me in Hidan's car a couple of blocks away, so as not to draw much attention. Pain had said the meet-up would be at midnight, on the dot; I waited and waited by myself, and the dude didn't turn up until ten to one. The nerve he has, right? 

I make it out of the alleyway safe and unharmed, and the street I come out onto is completely deserted, save for a stray car every now and then, just smoothly gliding past me, not taking notice. Well, I thought they weren't taking notice. When I'm only a block away from my ride (and safety!!) I get this chilling feeling down my spine. It's then that I realise that a car is trailing me. From the little peeks I take over my back, all I can figure out is that the car is a black Holden. That's it.

I swear under my breath and clutch the briefcase even closer to me, eyes darting everywhere to see if there's anyone else around in body. I make it off the side road without letting the stalkers know that I know that they're there, and quickly hobble my way onto the main road, which is bright and pumping with lights and life as the surrounding clubs are open for business. It's a totally bad move.

"Evening, miss! Are you alright there?" Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

I've walked straight into a police checkpoint. Checking over my shoulder, I see that my stalkers have seen them as well, and reversed back the way I came, which should be a good thing. But then again, it's a bad thing for me, because I've walked from one problem into another. 

Firstly, it's one in the morning, secondly, I'm carrying a fishy looking briefcase, and thirdly, I don't know what's in the briefcase. Life has just screwed me over more than once. The officer that's greeted me is in his early twenties, with dark hair and dark eyes to boot. While his colleagues stop cars behind him, take breath tests and try to calm down the drunks, he's taken attention of my presence. Why me? 

Before I can even think about it, I droop my shoulders and hang my arms languidly, looking at the officer with narrowed eyes.

"I'm... fine..." I say in what I hope is a slurred voice, grinning flirtatiously at him. "Just getting... home..." He chuckles, and crosses his arms.

"Do you need a little help, there? Lord knows how many drop offs I've done tonight," he says, holding out a hand to me. "Come on, let's go."

I frantically shake my head, stumbling here and there to keep up my drunk girl facade.

"N-No!" I half yell, turning away from him. "I can... go my... own...house..." He chuckles again, and I grimace internally. Hitting on a 'drunk' girl, huh?

"What's your name? I'll look up your address," he says, pulling out some police thingy from his pocket. I shake my head.

"[N-Name]... no!" Before he can reply, I hear a loud crash, and the combined hollers of drunken partygoers getting into a huge fight right across the road from where we are.

"HEY! NAKA, HELP OVER HERE!" comes the call of his colleagues, who are struggling to subdue the now raging crowd. The officer before me grimaces, and holds out his hands.

"Wait here, okay?" he says worriedly, before running over to join the four other officers to break up the mass of about twenty people. As soon as he's enveloped by the crowd, I run like I've never ran before, right up until I've reached Hidan's car and safely inside. Chucking the briefcase in, I slam the door behind me, which earns me an "oi! Watch the cargo!" from Deidara, who's now punching Hidan to wake up.

"What's in this case?!" I demand, grabbing it and unlocking it. Before either of the two can reply or stop me, I've opened it to reveal bag after bag of what seems to be cocaine. You've got to be kidding me.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! DRUGS?! GUYS, I RAN INTO A POLICE OFFICER ON THE WAY HERE!" I exclaim, shutting the case and throwing it over the seat to Deidara. He winces as it hits his head.

"Well, welcome to the Akatsuki," says Hidan in a bored voice, starting the car as if it wasn't a big deal. Like, hello!? "Where did you say the officer was?"

"Main road. It's a police check."

"Looks like we won't be going that way, then. Congratulations, you managed to not fuck up your first assignment." Tired Hidan isn't as fun or dirty-mouthed as regular Hidan, I'll tell you that.

"Right," I say in a sarcastic tone.

"Say, how did you throw that officer off, anyway?"