Reborn as an Akatsuki

and it begins... (pt 1)

"So, who is this lord you mentioned earlier?" I asked him, for the 3rd time in the past hour. And I was met with a grunt yet again.

I eyed my newfound, and possibly only ally in this dungeon, fully aware that I couldn't trust him one bit. But I knew he had helped me, and saved me from further interrogation. And shielded for me when my cover was almost blown. But why?

"How's your head?" he asked, and even though I knew he was purposely trying to change the topic, I couldn't help taking the bait.

"Wait, how do you know about my wounds?"

"The bandage is probably loose, should tighten it later..."

"Uh hello?! How long do you plan on ignoring me?" Has he been tending to my wounds? Is it to keep me alive, since I'd be no use to them dead?

His chuckle in reply surprised me. " got to admit, you were much easier to look after when you were knocked out." I didn't know what to say to that. The look in his eyes, what the hell?

I can't figure him out. He's the only puzzle I can't solve. Why does that piss me off so much?

"Itsuki... that's your name right?" I heard a sharp intake of breath, and silence followed.

I sighed and continued. " Look, I don't understand why you would help me, or what you gain from it. I do know that I cant expect your help anymore and anything after this is out of your hands-"

"How did you-?" He started, but I cut him off.

"Just tell me, will you? Why are you helping me? And what do these people want?" He looked at me for a second, then sighed. A look of resignation.

I smirked inwardly.

"Very well then, guess it's the least you deserve. You asked why I helped you right? Because..."

His voice dropped, and his eyes were unreadable, "it's because you're like me" he said and showed me his pale wrist. My mind went blank at what I saw there. 5 straight dots. Just like the three on my shoulder.

He's not from this world. He's from mine.