Chapter 7-Mirrors

Miata sat around the table with Akatsuki that night, looking absolutely lobotomized. She had been given a black fishnet shirt to cover her upper body. Eating was obviously not a thing of hers and eating those innards obviously did something to her psyche. She barely ate anything, shaking and crying silently.

"What the hell is wrong with her? Hm?" Deidara asked. "You alright, uhn?" He had been sitting beside her.

She looked at him and nodded. She felt bad that Hidan was not there, as he was being put back together due to her actions during a period of time that she had no memory of.

"Yes…,"she paused. "I don't know your name," she said.

He chuckled.

"It's Deidara-sama, uhn," he laughed.

"Sama?" she asked confusedly. "Deidara-sama. I will remember."

Miata hid behind her hair again.

"Why do you hide your eyes, yeah?"

She shook her head.

"My eyes. They're demon eyes; I don't like anyone to see them. They called us silver eyed witches."

Miata felt Deidara sweep her hair back.

"I see, uhn," he said looking at her eyes. "You should wear it back. You look a lot better," he said.

She smiled, brushing it all the way back.

"Yes, Deidara-sama. I will be good and show my eyes. Thank you."

When dinner ended, Miata left with Kisame and Itachi and slept with them in their accommodations. She slept, leaning back on her sword. Before falling asleep, she called out to her handler.

"Itachi?" she asked childishly.

"Yes, Miata?" he asked with his eyes still closed.

"What happened this afternoon? I could not remember and I woke up with blood on my mouth and sword. And Hidan-sama was all cut up but I don't remember. I was terribly full and felt dirty. What happened?"

He paused.

"You lost your temper and attacked Hidan. I'm not sure what else to tell you."

She got angry and stood up.

"I'm not stupid, Mama!" she cried. "I don't just blackout when I get mad! Especially not with Hidan-sama! I'd love to remember chopping him up! What happened?!"

Itachi walked over to her and slapped the spittle out of her mouth.

"My name is Itachi. And watch your tone."

She bowed her head down from her position on the floor.

"I understand, Itachi-sama. I won't ask anymore. I was just confused. Please, forgive me."

She walked out of to go find Deidara-sama. Only he could make her feel good about herself right now. Kisame had not spoke to her since this afternoon, not even to make fun of her. He looked at her as if anticipating something bad.

She saw Hidan going into his room with Kakuzu. She ran up to him, catching his attention. She dropped to her knees, bowing her head to the ground.

"Huh?" he said, annoyed. "Annoying wench. What the hell are you doing?"

She looked up sincerely.

"Oh, Hidan-san," she whimpered. "I don't know what I did that to you for. I didn't mean to hurt you," she cried.

He laughed sadistically and crossed his arms.

"Oh, I see. Little bitch loses her memory when she attacks me and wants me to forgive her. Let me tell you, girlie, the pain you gave me was long overdue. But if you really wanted to hurt so bad, that could be arranged."

He sliced her face quickly with his scythe and laughed the craziest laugh she'd heard from him yet.

"YES!" he screeched. "Yes, yes, yes! I finally got some of your blood! " He sneered. "You want us to be EVEN?" He screeched in her face. "I'll do everything shorta killing you!" he sneered, licking up her blood and turning black and white like a living voodoo doll. Slashing his hand, he drew a circumscribed triangle with a circle beneath his feet with the blood.

He smashed his scythe into his own ribcage, making Miata scream in agony. She screamed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air as tears fell from her eyes and blood soaked through her shirt. 'This was his retribution?' she thought to herself. It was pure hell. Then again, so is getting sliced in half. She felt her midsection and saw the blood staining her hands.

Hidan cackled overtop of her.

"You dimwit!" he laughed. "Master told you not to let me have any of your blood! Does it hurt? Huh?" he taunted, pushing the blade in further and jiggling it around.

She groaned and grasped her chest, blood trickling out of her mouth.

"I ASKED A QUESTION!" he screamed angrily, twisting the blade, and then laughing with insanity.

She screamed again.

"YES!! Uhn…God, save me," she whispered, doubling over, shaking in pain. "It hurts, mama."

Hidan ripped the blade out, relishing in the blood loss and absolute gruesomeness of his blood splattering down on his face as she passed out from the pain and shared internal bleeding.

He smirked and walked away, yelling out.

"You better thank Jashin that I have orders to let you live! Otherwise, you'd be fucking hanging on the end of this scythe! "

She moaned in pain, from an unconscious state.

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Miata awoke from a cold sleep to find herself in Kakuzu's care. If you could call it care. He had her split apart on the ground, with Kakuzu stitching her up. She screamed in shock before pushing him away weakly. She immediately fell back down.

"Awake I see," he said calmly. "You're not the brightest. But what you lack in smarts, you certainly make up for in the durability."

He entered his last stitch and helped her up/

"I only can heal to a point. But I'm still very good at healing, even for an offensive fighter."

He sat up and starred her in the eye.

"I would like you to do me a favor. Do you mind being borrowed?"

She shook her head.

"I'll do anything for a friend of the Master," she said in a singsong voice. "As soon as I heal, that is."

She closed her eyes and focused as the wound in her guts closed a little more. She picked at the string and pulled out the knot that sealed it, coaxing it out of her body one inch at a time.

"Incredible," Kakuzu marveled as Hidan rolled over in his sleep, murmuring something about blood and murder."Your healing factor rivals that of Hidan. Do you remember attacking him? Or better, me?"

She shook her head.

"I was getting ready to fight because he had threatened me. But then, it all just went blank. That's not like me. I don't forget who I'm supposed to fight. I don't forget whole chinks of time. And I certainly don't black out and wake up with blood in my mouth and entrails in my teeth! And I'm afraid…I'm afraid I awakened."

Kakuzu raised an eyebrow.

"Awakened? Is that what you call that black thing you turned into?"

She placed her head in her hands.

"Oh my God…," she cried. "I fought the sensations of the monster within me so hard so that I would never become one of them, so that I would never desire human flesh. But instead, I turned into an awakened being! A fucking monster!" she cried out. "But is that why I can't remember? Because I lost my human consciousness? Or because I'm capable of fully awakening and turning back into a human?" she said, her silver eyes fluttering. "But I'd never release eighty percent of my yoki on purpose. How? Why did I awaken?"

Kakuzu laughed and pointed to the door.

"Because Master told you to?" he suggested.

She shook with rage, tearing out her hair.

"Why?" she cried. "Why did he do that to me? He knew? Yet chose to turn me into a monster?"

She punched a hole in the floor, teeming with rage.

"And what? You want me to kill for you? Eat someone's guts for you?"

He nodded.

"More or less. I need you to help me collect on a bounty. You don't need to turn into a monster. I just need another with your strength and durability to help me. Will you do it?"