Annoyances **SasoriPuppet11**

Ryota was faring alright, but he knew he woudln't be able to keep it up very long, his stamina not being very good after bleeding all over the floor, and not training or getting any excercize for two or three months. He was already breathing hard, as ashamed as he was to admit it, but he ignored that and continued to fight. He blew up an explosive right in one's face, not even paying attention to who it was as they fell to the floor, bleeding everywhere from their now ruined face, dead.

Nami was being slowed down by her wound, which had begun to bleed heavily. She was panting roughly by now, having only brought down one of the female nin of the group. She was now after a larger nin, a fat guy who kept using expanding jutsus, and at the same time she was trying to avoid the gusts of wind coming from the remaining girl who had a large fan and was waving it around, trying to unbalance the group. Ryota and Deidara seemed to be holding up well, although Ryota kind of looked exhausted. He'd probably do okay.

Ryota lost his balance while fighting the last nin who was attacking him, thanks to a large gust of wind from the girl with the fan. "Ah shit!" he exclaimed as he windmilled his arms. The one stil fighting him darted in the attack him while he was off balance but Ryota's broken arm smacked him in the back of the head, knocking him out and sending him sprawling onto the floor. He regained his balance and looked down at the unconcious nin, and then at the hard cast in his arm. "Well, that was fortunate" he said with a smirk. He picked up one of the peices of splintered wood that had broken in one of the explosions, and he shoved it in the guys heart, twisting it, before letting go and stepping over the now-dead body. It had been easier than he thought that would be, but the last one was just luck on his part.

Surprisingly, the two injured nin, and the one nin who had brought the only weapons, had managed to narrow down their fighting opponents. What started out as six from the same village, trying to get revenge for the others they had killed. This was pretty amazing feat for this group, just because two were injured, not really up to their fighing capability. So far, not bad. But they still had the girl with the fan left. WHo else?

Ryota looked around to see the girl with the fan still standing, as well as the guy with duck-butt hair that looked like Itachi, who was fighting with Deidara. He caught his breath as quickly as he could before checking the remainder of his clay. He had a bit under a quarter of a bag left, so he started with it, sending explosives at the girl. "How the fuck did we manage this?" he muttered to himself, having no idea how they could have killed almost all of the opposing nin.

Nami jumped into the fight with the girl with the fan just as the smoke cleared from the explosives Ryota sent after her. She had used her fan to protect her from the blast, but as Nami jumped in, her guard had lowered in the slightest, giving her the oppertunity to surprise-attack her. She had to stay extremely close when fighting this girl, because any distance would allow the gusts of wind to blow her away. Being as small as she was, she could pull this off. Ryota could go help his dad fight the Itachi-reflection while she took on this girl.

Ryota turned to the duck-butt hair guy when he was sure that Nami had the girl with the fan under control, and he jumped in the fught with his father. The Itachi look alike looked pretty tired, and he was bleeding heavily from many places, though still dodging the explosions, and trying to keep close to Deidara to avoid being hit by the explosions, though his dad didn't look like he cared if he himself got hit or not. Ryota sent a few explosions in, trying not to hit his dad, before picking up another peice of wood and throwing it at the kid, hitting him in the middle of the back with it, glad to see the splintered wood enter his skin and the red bloom around the wood in his shirt.

Nami had managed to make a nice, large tear in the girl's fan with one of the kunai. The other she had lost when it had been batted out of her hand by what remained of the fan. Pretty much just the wooden handle that she held it with. That could still hurt, but she couldn't do those larges gusts of wind that could apparently cut, too. Now the girl could only smack her with that thing, so she didn't have much offense anymore.

Ryota grabbed another peice of wood. "Screw this" he muttered, limping towards his father and duck-butt-dude, and waiting a moment untill he got a clear shot. As soon as he had the target he managed to get his hand around the opposing nin's head, which the idiot looked to, expecting him to attack, while he reached his other hand around and shoved it through his throat, watching the look of shock on his face, as the blood poured out, and the blonde pulled the wood out, dropping in to the floor, the kid collapsing on it, leaving just the girl with the fan, who Nami seemed to have under control, but the two blondes stood, catching their breath and watching, both ready to jump into the fight if needed.

Nami finally found the opening she needed, plunging the remaining kunai deep into the girl's chest, a sickening crunch as she broke through the ribs. The girl didn't stay as stunned as she'd have liked, and she tried to fight back, even though she knew she was dying. She only grazed Nami's cheek with the fan handle, but found a way to knock her down while she had her dodging. The girl fell to the ground, bleeding to death while Nami picked herself up, brushing herself off and looking at all the dead nin. The place was a mess, so they could either grab what they needed and go, or prevent another attack and leave now.

Ryota grinned when the girl finally fell to the ground bleeding to death. "Well, that was interesting. . . " he said with a laugh, looking around at the six dead bodies and broken shelves and stuff. "Let's grab this shit and go" he picked up the three things he had been carrying in the first place, which were surprisingly undamaged. He was limping even more this time, his crutch thing having gotten destroyed. "Geez I'm tired" he said with a shaky laugh. In truth, he felt like he was going to pass out, but he continued to walk amongst the rubble, looking for what they were supposed to be buying.

"Yes, it was...interesting," Nami replied, loking from each of the six dead bodies. "I believe we will not be wanted in their village. I think we've already killed ten of their nin?" Nami counted them, the two girls Zetsu had eaten, the two that had come after them, and then these six. Ryota said he was tired, and Nami silently agreed. She hadn't really gotten injured much in the fight, but her wound from Kakashi had already bled enough to soak through the bandage. She was as exhausted as Ryota.

Ryota nodded with a smirk. "Yup" he said brightly, ignoring the feeling of blood dripping down his arm from the cut he had gotten. It was the only thing he had gotten from the fight miraculously, though the bandage from his stab-wound from earlier was bleeding heavily, the thin scab on it having broken off, so the blood stain stretched across his whole stomach, and the blood continued to drip on the floor, from the soaking bandage.
"Not to mention the ones the Akatsuki have killed in the past, un" Deidara added, grabbing some things off the wrecked shelves, picking the less-battered ones.

Nami nodded and picked up some of the things on the shelves and from off the floor. Some of the things that weren't too badly banged up, anway. Both of the two younger members looked and felt exhausted. The blood loss was really getting to them. She had grabbed all she could carry, although her arms were shaking from fatigue. "We can go now, right?" she asked, looking to see if Deidara and Ryota had grabbed everything they could.

Ryota nodded, looking at what they all had. He had even found a sketchbook among the rubble. "Yeah. . . do we seriously have to walk home? Can't we just fly?" he suggested. He knew that he had enough clay in his bag alone to make a bird big enough for them, let alone his dad;s as well. He limped away from the shelf he was standing by, hoping that Nami would agree, as he knew his dad would be fine with it.

"Fly?" Nami asked, looking at the two guys who absolutely loved flying. She hadn't been on their clay birds in a long time, and the first few times she had, she couldn't say she enjoyed it very much. The sky just wasn't her place. "Um...o-okay," she agreed, not wanting to have to walk home either, and knowing her and Ryota wouldn't have the strength to, either. She was going to hate this, especially when her emotions were like this, she could feel anxiety and fear all the way. She didn't enjoy these ones very much. They set a ninja back too much.

Ryota grinned, a bit releived. He glanced up to see his dad already moulding one, and soon enough there was a large bird sitting in front of them, which he gratefully climbed onto, sitting at the back. "All aboard" he said with a weak smile. His dad hopped on the front, and the two of them looked to Nami, waiting for her to climb on with the stuff she had.

Nami grimaced as she looked at the clay bird Deidara had formed with the remaining clay. She could remember already the feeling of that thing taking off from the ground and becoming air borne. It was very uncomfortable for her. She tossed a few things up so she could climb on easier, and she tried to climb on as fast as she could with the tattered dress she had on. It was a bit of a struggle, but she got on. She braced herself for the bird to work it's wings to pick them up. This would be her first time on in years, and with emotions.

The bird took off as soon as Nami was seated, flying through a hole in the ceiling made by one of the bombs, Ryota grinning at the familiar feeling. He hadn't flown in months, thanks to his broken limbs, and it was nice to be in the sky again, leaving the mostly demolished building and six dead bodies behind. "Shit. . . dad, have fun explaining this to Pein" he said with a laugh.
"You're coming with me, un" Deidara replied with a smirk, causing the younger blonde to roll his eyes.

Watching as the two blondes conversed, just concentrating on the vertigo feeling of riding the clay bird. She felt like she was going to fall off, so she clung to it tightly, looking over the side from time to time at the sky and the birds that passed them. It did look nice, she had to admit, but the feeling of flying took some getting used to, and she didn't like coming on here enough to get used to it more.

Ryota stopped talking to his dad after a bit, feeling nautious for the first time ever while flying, though he guessing it was from losing so much blood and then the altitude change. He was silent, lips pressed together firmly and a fixed expression on his face, extremely pale. The trip wasn't going to take very long on the bird, though they still had a bit left to go. He wrapped both arms around his stomach, trying not to puke over the edge.

Nami lay back on the clay bird, trying not to feel like she was going to fall off and die. It was kind of hard when everytime the bird flapped it's wings that it's whole body moved along with it. She was tired after the fight, having come out of another previously. Two fights in a row. This one she hadn't gotten injured so much, but she was bleeding, as was Ryota. He looked like he was about to heavy. It couldn't be too long until they reached the base again.

Ryota glanced down at Nami as she laid back before at the sky, hoping that the nausia would pass, which it didn't. His face turne a bit green, and he leaned over the edge of the bird, vomiting off of it. He leaned back up and wiped his mouth against the back of his hand, closing his eyes tightly. "Fuck" he groaned, "what the hell is wrong with me?" the question was to nobody in particular, but he wanted to know the answer. They were nearing the base more now, and he looked forewards to landing immensely now.

Nami was somewhat confused. Ryota loved the sky, and he used to be really used to it, what with all the giant clay birds he would make to ride and kill people. She sighed as he threw up over the edge of the bird. The vomit would land on whatever poor thing was below them at the time. Sick. She could see them approaching the base. She wouldn't have to ride this thing anymore. It'd be a hassle to bring everything into the base, though. The others might wonder why it was all banged up.

Ryota curled his legs to his chest, resting his chin on them as they flew, puking over the edge once more before they finally landed, and he crawled off the bird. He pulled himself a bit away from the other two and retched in the grass, puking up some bile, not having anything left in his stomach. "Ugh. . . that's discusting" he said, for once glad to be back on the ground. He got up and walked back to the bird, grabbing the things he had taken from the demolished store.