Akatsuki Night In: Film Night

“Let's watch a film!” you say happily. Everyone nods and Deidara grins.

“Let's watch a scary film, un! Tobi, grab some popcorn!”

“Yes sir!” Says the masked boy enthusiastically. He scurries from the room, off into the kitchen.

So all of you pile onto the chairs and the sofas, then Hidan picks out a scary film at Deidara request. The blonde bomber looks over to you and smirks.

'Idiot...' you think. You know the only reason he has asked for a scary film is because you don't like them- no wait- it’s not that you don’t like them…rather that you hate them. Oh how you despise Deidara.

Hidan puts the film on and Tobi comes back with the popcorn. The lights are shut off and the movie starts.

You try your hardest, you really really do, but you just can't stand horrors. As the movie progresses you jump, scream, cover your eyes with your hand, a pillow, even Kisame's arm, you drop a tub of pop-corn, bury your head in the pillow - then when Deidara snatches the pillow away, Kisame. Two long hours later, when you look up from the ground- which only became interesting from when you heard the chainsaws being revved- you are glad to see the final credits rolling. You give a little sigh of relief under your breath, but then you hear a small laugh. You look over to the seat a few meters from you and glare at Deidara. He smirks and turns back to the screen.

“I think we should watch it again, un.”

Your eyes widen but luckily for you Pein calls an end to the film-session, saying that you all need sleep to perform at your best. Again, you let out a sigh of relief.

Nearly everyone rises to their feet, apart from you, Tobi -who seems to have reacted even worse than you'd done- and Itachi – who has fallen asleep in his chair. After the majority leave the room, you get up unsteadily, shaking a little bit. Never, never again are you watching a horror-film picked out by Hidan!

You walk across the room and out of the door leading to the bed-rooms, completely blanking Deidara as he laughs at you. The passage-way is dark but you know it well enough not to walk into anything... the same can't be said for the slightly intoxicated Zetsu.

You watch the others turn off to head into their rooms, then you reach your own and stop. You put your hand on the door-handle and twist, but then someone says from behind you,

“Hey, ____, you okay now?”

You turn to see Kisame chuckling. You try to laugh it off.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

He raises an eye-brow, smirking; obviously not believing you. You look at him and sigh.

“Okay, so maybe I'm still a little scared.”

He chuckles.

“Don't worry. It wasn't real, y'know. It was just a film.”

You nod and give him a smile so he turns and walks off down the corridor. You watch him leaving then look through the open door into your own room. You shudder.

“Kisame! Wait!”

“What?” He says, turning around.

“I'm not alright. Can you sleep in my room tonight?”

He pauses for a second, then laughs.

“Good one, ____, you nearly had me for a second there-” He notices the worried look on your face. He stares at you for a second then runs a hand through his hair, surprised, “Jeez, you're not kidding...uhh, yeah, sure I will... I'll just get my stuff.” Then he turns and runs to his room. You watch him go in, and then enter your own room. You look about the darkness and shiver. You never realised just how creepy your room was until now. Bumpy wall-paper covering over the cave-walls of your room; a giant arched-window -one of the sections smashed; a single flickering light-bulb to light the room. Surely all of the rooms weren't like this?

You walk over to your bed and change into your pyjamas, then walk back over to the door to answer the knocking, only to find Kisame standing there with a pillow. You let him in and mutter an ashamed “Thank you” as he passes. He puts his stuff on the ground just next to your bed and says,

“I'll sleep on the floor if that's okay.”

“Yeah, that's fine.” You say, walking back over to your bed. You get in, turn the flickering light off then pull the covers up to your chin.

“Good night, Kisame.”

Kisame, who's now lying on the floor without any covers, says,

“Night, ____.” Then he takes off his cloak and gets as comfortable as he can.

You roll over and look out of the window, watching the droplets of rain splashing against the glass. In the distance you can see the rocky hillside, painted black by the night sky. Anything could be out there…

You quickly flip over to try and throw the thoughts out of your head. You’re just being silly! Like Kisame said before: “It wasn’t real, y’know. It was just a film.”
Even so, you pull the bedcovers up even further so only your eyes can be seen.

You look down onto the floor just next to your bed and watch Kisame’s steady breathing.

‘See!?’ You say to yourself. ‘He watched the film too and he’s not scared! He’s happily asleep!...some S-rank criminal you are!’

You go to bang your head against your pillow in distress, only you freeze when you hear a low rumble from outside. You sit up and look out of the window. Thunder…

You fall back down to the mattress and give out a sigh. Thunder! Oh great! That’s all you need. You pull the covers back up to your chin and decide to cover your ears, staring at the ceiling. Doesn’t the weather know that there happened to be a thunderstorm in the film you just watched!? Does it not understand how having a thunderstorm now is only going to make you remember all about the film!? All about the man in the shadows?... the lightning bolt that outlined his silhouette against the window? The glowing red eyes as he held the knife?

You whimper, remembering it all, and then let out a louder whimper when a bright lightning flash illuminates your room.

You’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re going to die, the next time you look up there’s going to be a red-eyed man at the window holding a knife- you just know it!

You see another lightning strike outside and almost let out a sob. You sit up and throw the duvet over your head, shutting your eyes tight and covering your ears with yours hands, desperately trying to block everything out.

You rock yourself gently back and forth, trying to calm yourself with the image of choking Deidara to death tomorrow morning… though it’s not really working. You just can’t throw the image out of your head. The screams, the blood… the red eyes.

Unconsciously you start to shake, muttering quietly to yourself.

On the floor next to your bed, Kisame finally rolls over to check what’s going on. He’d been listening to the whole thing, growing ever curious as the time went by. He looks up on the bed and frowns slightly.

He picks himself up off the ground and stands up, then looks down at the lump of bed covers. He rolls his eyes and reaches his hand out to pull them off you, only he stops with his hand an inch away from the sheets. He can hear what you’re muttering.

“…why did I become a member…I don’t like it here…I don’t want to hurt them…so much blood…screaming…red…”

He retracts his hand and stares at the sheets.

“____...” He murmurs to himself quietly. So that’s why you don’t like horror films. Of course… they hit too close to home. Kisame should have figured. You never did seem to like going on any assassination mission…- Kisame’s fists tighten. That b****** Deidara. He probably knows all about this as well. Oh that brat is going to die when he gets his hands on him- but that’s for later on.

Kisame watches the bed sheets quivering for a moment, noticing how they get more violent when a lightning strikes. He gives you a sympathetic sigh, then turns round and lowers himself onto the bed next to you.

You suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around the covers you’re in and you feel a head resting atop of yours. You’re startled. It takes you a moment to remember that there’s someone else in your room tonight. You drop your hands as the familiar voice says to you,

“It'll be okay, ____. It was just a film.” The arms hold you tighter. “I'll keep you safe from any Itachi-wannabe-with-a-knife that comes anywhere close to you.”

You smile, hearing those words of comfort from Kisame and lean your head to rest against his chest.

He feels the gentle pressure on his chest and looks down at the blanket. You’ve stopped shaking so he knows he’s doing something right. There’s a low rumble of thunder outside again so he tightens his hold around you, trying to keep you feeling as safe as possible.

He looks over his shoulder, looking out into the night. The black clouds blocking the moon make it hard to make anything out…- oh wait. Kisame squints. Something… something in the distance. There is something a short way off outside, making its way towards the hideout. It’s not very big; about the size of a man- to be specific, about the size of-

Kisame glares. There in the distance, a certain blonde bomber is dressed up in dark clothing, carrying a knife in his hands and is heading towards the hideout. It doesn’t take an idiot to realise what he’s going to try and do.

Kisame sighs, turning from the window and mutters quietly,

“Water release: water shark missile technique.”

Outside, Deidara suddenly decides to drop the idea of scaring you to death as he thinks running away from the giant shark is a more important matter.

Kisame shakes his head. Boy that kid is going to die tomorrow. Painfully. He looks down at the blanket you’re in and realises you’ve been stuck under there for quite some time… and you don’t seem to be moving. Oh great, he’s suffocated you. Kisame pulls the covers off you, actually half-expecting you to be dead.
He smiles when he sees you sleeping peacefully against his chest, your mouth hanging slightly agape. As gently as he can –so as not to wake you- he lifts you off him and places you down so your head is resting against your pillow, then he takes the tangled bed sheets and puts them over you properly. After arguing with himself for the next minute or so, weighing out pros and cons, Kisame finally decides and lies down on the blanket next to where you’re sleeping.
You’re in a very deep sleep by now so Kisame raises his hand and strokes your cheek softly, then after another moment of debate he finally does what he’s been wanting to do for quite some time. Cautiously he leans forwards and feathers his lips against yours, trying to hold the feeling in his mind, guessing he probably won’t get to do this again. He pulls away and goes back to stroking your cheek.
As his own eyes start to droop, he whispers, “I’ll always keep you safe, ____”