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Konan stared at me cooly from her position next to the large wooden door, seemingly assessing me. Her face was blank and she had been staring at me for the last ten or so minutes. She leaned stiffly against the wall with her arms folded, somehow her position causing me to become even more stressed out on nerves. To be truthful it had become quite awkward, I had now found my solace in staring at the floor...after all it didn't look at me weird and didn't have swearing issues like the guy I had "gotten to know" earlier. At the moment it seemed to me the most normal thing in my life....well....I guess so anyways.
I was really confused right now...was I a prisoner or a guest? Or a...member? To start off , Konan had locked me in the room...but the when she found me standing awkwardly in the hall about an hour later she had simply stared at me and stated that I should follow her. Not only that but her weird statements earlier were getting to me...and now I was going to meet the other...members.
It took me a moment to realize that Konan had spoken...she had been silent for so long that her words didn't quiet reach me.
"Huh?" I said, looking up at her abruptly, my eyes wide in shock as my face burned with embarrassment. She stared at me for a moment, making me think that perhaps I had imagined her speaking and now looked like a psycho lunatic. Then finally, she spoke..."We will need to find you a decent apparel." she spoke so...stiffly...
I didn't have time to answer though...
The door opened. A solemn and slightly irritated Itachi poked his head around the corner, staring at me with dull eyes as he spoke with an even duller and more lifeless voice "We are ready for you." then he was gone, leaving the door open a crack.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to calm myself down. I felt nervous, to say the least, this situation was starting to feel very serious. Konan slid from her position against the wall and opened the door further as she walked ahead of me. Faintly I noted that she smelt like soap, soft sounding sighs and light swishes of fabric could be heard ahead. But all I could see ahead was darkness. That made me nervous, I didn't know what was going on and now I was going to walk into a pitch-black room. I hesitated, but only slightly, realizing that i didn't know what else I could do but this.
It wasn't as dark when I entered, and I started to calm down until the banging of the door behind me made me jump slightly. Someone chuckled, his dark laughter making my heart beat in a crazy and fearfully awkward fashion. I looked around, only to see multiple glowing eyes staring back at me. "So is this the child then? Shes no older than her teenage years." a gravely sounding voice grated out, the voice and the eyes catching my heightened attention. I stared at him quietly, nervous still about what was going on. His shadow was somewhat tall, though not as large as Kisame and his eyes were a weird color...a kind of bright green that reminded me of...I couldn't really remember at the moment but...it was something I had seen before. Before anyone could answer the gravely voice and strange eyes another spoke up, his voice cocky and confident. "Heh, Finally someone younger. Now I won't be surrounded by old people all the time hmm." the voice said, it belonged to a blue eye, "Oh come ON. I'm not that [censored :)] old." the guys from earlier said, rolling his purple eyes in annoyance. "You sure are annoying though." the gravely voice replied, shutting the two of them up. The purple eyed guy rolled his eyes, seeming annoyed, and they all then returned their attention back to me.
I caught Kisame's eye and he shot me a reassuring grin, which calmed me somewhat, considering that it was one of the more familiar sights of the day. Then realized that everyone was staring at me, and suddenly I felt as if I were naked in front of a crowd, thank goodness that I wasn't. Nervously I clung to the baggy dark pants that I was reduced to wearing, trying not to meet the awkward gaze which I was now receiving from every person in the room.
