Akatsuki Night In: Go to Bed

“I… am going to bed,” you announce, wanting nothing to do with the night. It will only give you a headache, for sure. Or you will end up playing some game that leaves you at the mercy of every male in the room. No thank you.

You rise to your feet, leaving the comfort of the red arm chair you have been lounging in, not waiting for a response from any of the other members. You stalk off towards the bedrooms, ignoring Tobi’s protests of ‘____, you’re no fun! PLEEEEAAAASE STAY~!”

Aah Tobi. One of the main reasons you have decided to go to bed. He is such a loud mouthed idiot; if he gets drink in him, he never shuts up.

You stuff your hands into the pockets of your cloak, skulking off into the dark bedroom corridors.

Once inside your room you let out a sigh of relief, chucking off your cloak nonchalance, letting it fall where it pleases. Rising your hands up over your head, you stretch, wondering what you will do for the evening in the comfort of your own room. Read a book? Practice some ninjutsu? Maybe even take a relaxing bath with candles – ooh that sounds nice. You will do that.

Walking towards the bathroom you kick off your shoes, then – whilst hopping on opposite feet – you take off your socks. You begin to pull off your mesh-shirt, but hear a knock at the door and pause. Who on earth could that be?

“Who is it?” you ask curiously, lowering your shirt down to cover your stomach again.

“Pein,” is the calm response you receive. Damn.

“O-oh- Leader, sir.” Quick as…well… a ninja… you dive to your bed, snuggling deep within the covers, forcing yourself to let out a cough. You saw this one coming. No way was he forcing you into a night with those lunatics.

“Come in…” you say, your voice suddenly weak and feeble. The door is pushed open wide to reveal the ghostly shadow of your Leader, and then, for the first time in months he steps out from the shadows – those deadly eyes of his piercing straight through you, as usual. A cold tone lingers in his voice,

“____, what do you think you are doing? Do you think any of the other members have a choice in attending this evening? You are no different.”

You cough again loudly.

“B-but Leader, sir, I don’t feel as well as I should. It’s been coming on for days. I feel so ill…” You cough again for emphasis. Watching Pein from within the protection of your covers, you hold your breath as his eyes continue to bore into you for a moment. And then he turns and leave the room.

Shocked, you sit up. You… got away with it? Has he gone? HUZZAH! A weirdo-free, night to yourself! Perfect!

You quickly pull the covers, jump up and stride over to the bathroom. Once inside you lock the door and begin to undress again – however there is a noise that makes you pause. You hear the door to your room open.

“H-Hello…?” you ask, once again pulling your clothes down to cover everything indecent.

“____.” Crap. It’s the Leader again. What does he want with you?! Thinking this, you collapse to the floor miserably. You just want to be left alone for once. And then you remember you are supposed to be ill.

Pein raises an eyebrow, hearing retching noises coming from the bathroom. You sit next to the toilet for a few moments, continuing to make these ghastly noises in an attempt to sound sick, then stop and flush the chain. You smile at your own genius.

You open the door moments later to see Pein staring at you, so put on your best ill-face.

“S-sorry, sir. I couldn’t hold it in.”

You shuffle back to your bed and snuggle back under the covers, waiting for Pein to talk to you again, but that is when you notice a pair of items in his hands. Your inner-voice starts to scream. In one hand he is holding a wet-flannel, the other, a thermometer. This is when you realise you will never get out alive.

‘Doomed…’

Pein walks over to your bed as you try to sneakily hide further within the covers, but still he manages to place the damp cloth on your forehead.

“Sir…” you say meekly – this time, not in an attempt to seem ill, but because you have almost gone shy.

“Open your mouth,” he instructs, holding the thermometer out. Yes, you’re doomed. You take the thermometer between your teeth, trying your best to breathe hot air onto the end to warm the temperature up as high as you can. Left waiting for your doom, you close your eyes.

To your surprise, you hear footsteps… walking away. And then the door to your room closes. Huh? You daren’t peep an eye open, but has he gone? Are you free? You can’t tell. Slowly and softly you creep open an eye. The room is dark now so you can’t see anything. You sneak your lid open slightly more, looking over towards your door. He is not there. You’re free? You’re free!

You pull both eyes open and roll over, a grin on your face… and then you see Pein sitting in the armchair by your desk. Damn. Luckily your goofy grin is hidden away in the duvet. But why is he staring at you so… intently? He is looking at you like you are the only thing he can see. Damn, is he trying to catch you out that badly? Is he just waiting for you slip up? No… no, his eyes don’t seem to be searching for a lie. He is simply watching you.

“Sir,” you say with a cough, pushing yourself up in the bed, “why do you care so much if I’m ill?”

Pein does not reply. Instead, he rises from the chair and walks towards you. Instinctively you sink back under your covers, thinking it as some sort of protection. Pein stops in front of you and sits on the edge of the bed, pulling the thermometer from your mouth. He holds it up in the light of the moon.

“____,” he says disbelievingly. Oh damn. Now you’re in for it. “____, you should wrap up warmer. According to this, you are freezing.

Your eyes widen. Excuse him? You really… you really are ill? What? Pein continues, “I believe the other members will be able to continue the party on their own.”

You go to sit up again,

“Sir, what are you talking about?”

“You are part of my organisation. I think it only natural that I keep the well-being of my members in best interest.”

Your heart skips a beat as you see him begin to remove his cloak. You can do nothing but give a tiny meep,

“Sir?”

As he pulls back the sheets of your bed and lowers himself down next to you he states,

“Body heat is the safest way to warm you up.”

Your face is now as pink as a button – luckily for you, you have your back to Pein. But then your face turns a darker shade of red as Pein’s arms encircle your small frame and pull you close into his body. You can literally feel the heat pulsating from your face – no way in hell are you cold. You smile, nevertheless. In a base full of rampaging psychopaths, you never thought you would find someone as caring as this.

Held in his warm embrace, you slowly begin to feel your eyes growing heavy even though it is only early evening. Slowly at first, with you almost attempting to fight it, you begin to drift into a slumber. With Pein’s arms held tightly around your middle, protectively, you quickly disappear into the worlds of sleep.

* * *

With the sun beating heavily on your face, you crack open an eye to stare out of your window. A bird is singing loudly in the tree closest to you.

“Damn creature…” you mumble, going to lift yourself from the bed to throw various sharp objects at the unsuspecting bird, however a large pressure around your waist halts you. You look down, noticing a pair of arms that don’t belong to you, then quickly push yourself back into the bed.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God…’

You return to staring out of the window, quickly letting thoughts whirl through your head as your process the situation.

‘He’s still here. Pein is still in my bed. What’s going on, why is he here? Is he awake – I don’t know what to do.’

“S-sir…?” you whisper softly, hoping that if he is asleep you have not woken him up. There is a stir from behind you.

“____, my name is Pein and you know it.”

Oh, he’s awake alright.

“Sir- uhh, Pein.” You gulp, feeling heat rise to your cheeks again. “Why are you… why are you still in my bed?”

What happens next shocks you into silence. You feel a warm pair of lips press against the bare skin of your neck, causing your whole body to shudder, but you cannot find your voice to speak. Pein notices and lets out a deep chuckle.

“____, do you take me for such an idiot? I knew you weren’t ill. You’re quite the bad actor.” You feel his cold nose-studs press into your neck as he nuzzles you. “I just wanted to spend some time alone with the one I love. Is that so wrong?”

Your breath hitches in your throat.

“P-P-P…”

A hand is brought to your face, the finger pressing softly to your lips to shush you. You can do nothing but blush with a large smile across your face.

Okay, so perhaps not all of the members here are complete weirdoes. This one, at least, you would be quite happy to spend all of your time with – even the bubble bath from last night. You begin to lift your mesh-shirt up, wordlessly inviting Pein to join you.