Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ World Collision ❯ Where are we going, and why? ( Chapter 5 )

Jessica frowned as she saw people stare at them as they passed them by in the shop. The shop was an open-aired place, with only the back wall and the side wall being solid. There was no ceiling, but large rug-like clothes hung down in the front of the shop from the wire base that came off the side wall and the shack's side. They were situated at a table in the back, making them harder to spot, yet they seemed to get a lot of stares anyhow. Looking over to the men before her as she held her bowl in her hands, she could tell that they also saw this as well and looked a bit antsy about it. As they quietly mumbled to one another, she slowly sipped away at the remainder of her soup.

She then looked around a bit more, and saw that even the shop keeper had a bit of a suspicious look on his face as he looked in there direction.

 

Jessica's head turned quickly as she heard Deidara's chair being pushed back against the wall as he stood to his feet.

 

“It's time to leave now.” He stated as Sasori left his seat as well. The girl just looked up at them blankly for a moment before putting her bowl down and left her chair; not forgetting to push it in like the others had.

 

“Where are we going, and why so suddenly?” Jessica asked as she followed them.

 

“Omae, shut up.” The blonde said without looking back at her. Confused as she was, she obeyed as they left the shop. What was this all of a sudden? He didn't act like this when they had entered the village, though he still wasn't as outgoing when they did. As they walked throughout the streets that started to get more and more populated as the sun raised high into the sky, she noticed something. Some of the people who were walking around had identical headbands as her master had; only his was slightly different. On his he had a large scratch throughout the center of it. Other than that they all had what looked like two rocks or mountains next to one another engraved in the metal. Perhaps he had gotten into a fight, and something had cut throughout it? She wasn't too sure, and something in her told her this was something of importance. Why would so many people be wearing something identical like that without a reason for it? Could it be that he's apart of some organization, and that's their symbol? Though if that were the case, she couldn't see why he'd want to get away from these people.

 

Jessica found that the great weight of urgency that lay on her shoulders in the village slowly lifted from her as they left. Sighing, she dug her fingers throughout her oily unwashed hair. How long had it been since she last washed it? Being that her hair was so fine, with the oily skin on top of that, she had to constantly wash her hair to keep it from looking like a crow's nest. Perhaps some of the stares were given because of how terrible her hair looked? She really doubted it; people don't stare at others for so long because their hair looks messy. Still, she had to wonder. Beyond these thoughts laid the question that had been there ever since she was taken.

 

Who were these men that she was following? Why were they so hesitant to go into the village, and so quick in deciding to leave it? She knew that someone who would buy a person was unlikely to be a very good person, but something didn't seem right to her now. Of course, none of what had happened in the last twenty-four hours for her seemed right, but something dawned on her even more. These men were not your ordinary men. The first clue given to her was how they brought the clay being to life. If that was natural here, boy did she feel as if people were missing out on something back at home. Another thing; why were they wearing identical cloaks? Was there anything significant about them, or did they just happen to buy them from the same place? She doubted that they'd ever out right tell her all about themselves, she was just a `slave' after all. Just what was the catch in all of this?

 

Moving slowly forward, she looked back at the village they had just left. With the sun now high in the sky, everything was bubbling with life as the people went about their businesses. She yearned to stay there, somewhere there were civilized people who'd treat her equally, but that wish would not be fulfilled for her.

 

“Hey Omae, hurry up. We don't have all day to just mope around you know.” Deidara said with harshness in his voice now. As her shoulders stiffened, Jessica nodded her head as her legs, which were now filled with the new abundance of energy, carried her quickly to his side. Looking up at his face, she could tell that he didn't have more than ten percent of his calmness left within him. Glaring down at her, she lowered her head as she dropped about a meter behind him. Looking over at a Sasori now, she didn't see anything different about his attitude than he did before, so why was the blonde so agitated?

 

“Didn't I tell you it was a bad idea to go into the village in the first place?” The cold man asked with a voice that was more of a statement as he looked up at his partner, whose eyes never left the horizon. She couldn't understand this at all. Frowning, she walked back up to his side and stared at him with a questioning look on her face.

 

“What are you so agitated about?” She asked with a large quantity of curiosity in her voice. Looking back down at his slave, he sneered and lightly pushed her head away from him.

 

“I told you to be quiet, and I meant it. Just keep your mouth closed until I say you can speak again.” Deidara replied as she returned to her former position next to him.

 

“I don't understand this at all; how do you expect me to willingly go along with you if I have no idea what is going on. I have had none of my questions answered this whole time! Would you just tell me why we left and where we are going?”

 

Letting out a deep sigh of exhaustion, he closed his eyes as he folded is arms together. “I don't see why I should tell you anything; you are just a slave. You're some worthless person who I bought, so don't make me regret it.”

 

“Hey, I'm still a person you know! You were the one who got me into this mess of yours, so would you please just tell me what is going on here?”

 

Deidara stopped in his steps as he turned to face the girl. He was flustered enough as it was without her questions buzzing around in his already occupied mind. This must have been the worst slave anyone could have! Complaining so much, you'd think she was some sort of a child who didn't know her place. He might have been able to put up with her earlier perhaps, but now was a different thing. Now, he was on the brink of losing his self control over his situation, and she only added to his troubles.

 

“Would you just shut up? When I say shut up I mean shut up and when I say shut up, you need to shut your trap!” He yelled angrily as he glared down on her existence. In return she just reflected the look on his face back towards him. Outraged, he could no longer control his frustration.

 

In a fraction of a second, his hand came ramming down on her cheek, sending her face down into the rocky path beneath them. As his chest rose up and down quickly as he breathed out his rage, he continued to stare down at the girl who laid there in silence. Slowly she lifted her face from the earth as she stared down at the spot where her face once laid. As she glanced up at him, he found that her face no longer contained frustration or anger, but the look of confusion as she held back tears that wanted to escape from her eyes. Suddenly, she put one of her hands to the cheek that had the most connection with the ground. As she took her hand away from it, she looked rather shocked as she found blood covering her hand. Looking back up at him suddenly, she showed a face that asked him why he had done so.

 

As he bit his lower lip, he quickly turned from the sight in which he had created. After pausing for a second, imagining the look on the slave's face, Deidara briskly walked away as the girl's eyes followed him.

 

“Why did he do that Lord, why did he do that? That hurt a lot, and now I'm bleeding! Oh Lord, it hurts, it hurts badly! I feel as if I'm about to cry, but I don't want to let them see my tears and think I'm a weakling. Oh Lord, help me to be strong!” She prayed silently as she looked again at her bloodstained hand.