Jailbird

Chapter One

-POW-

It was dark. But not evening dark. There was something over her eyes. The woman groaned. Her whole body was sore with ache. She tried to move her arms in attempts to heal herself, but found them bound behind her back. At the movement, the two men, who each had a hand clamped around one of her upper arms, glanced down to the blind folded, pink haired, Suna shinobi. "I wouldn't try anything." One of them warned.

At the sound, the woman glanced up weakly, her brow showing the hateful glare that the cloth hid. She tried to remember how she was in this predicament, and then grimaced when the memory hit. She remembered the attack on the border. She and her twin sister had been on patrol when it happened. The fight was mostly a blur, but she did remember the large stone slabs that would have crushed them both had the younger twin not protected them with her blood line inheritance.

But then everything got fuzzy and something did hit them. That was when the world had vanished from her sight. Panic shot through her then. "Where's my sister." She demanded, tensing up and trying to evoke her chakra, which did not respond. Which only meant one thing. She was sealed.

"Unfortunately," the other man sighed. "In attempts to recover her, your annoying brother arrived. Not before we could take you though. We should get some useful information from the Kazekage's daughter. Not to mention you'll be a nice gift for the royal family."

Her eyes widened slightly. "What?"

"Shut up." They both ordered. They pushed open two massive stone doors and walked into a large, but comfortable room. "Tsuchikage-sama. We have arrived with the prisoner." The one on the left spoke, his voice much heavier than the one on the right.

The blindfold was ripped off then and she was thrown onto her knees before the group. She had to let her pale jade eyes adjust to the sudden light before she could take in any faces, but they were all ones she didn't recognize. "This is Sabaku no Satomi." The shorter of the two guards announced, pointing to the pink haired woman, whose hair was tied back in a tight braid. She had on black capris, ninja shoes, and a red short sleeved shirt that stopped just above her naval with fishnet covering the rest of her exposed flesh. "The Kazekage's eldest daughter."

The old, toad-like man sat forward in his chair, scrutinizing her. "And what about the other one?" he asked, not sounding pleased in the least.

"Unfortunately, there was a bit of interference. We had her, but Sabaku no Toshiro arrived before we could grab the younger one."

"I see." He sat back. "Well, it isn't exactly what I wanted, but I suppose it's better than nothing."

The men walked up, stopping on either side of Satomi. "If I may sire, she is the calmer one. The youngest is unpredictable and loud and I've heard she's pretty darn annoying. Not to mention that Uchiha clan has a claim on her. Maybe this is a blessing to have gotten the one with less baggage."

Satomi actually stifled a small chuckle. The thought of her sister as baggage was truly amusing. "Alright." She sighed and looked up to the Kage, her face devoid of all emotion. "Let's make this easy and just let me go. That way, I won't crush all your skulls on my way out."

The old man snorted loudly. "I see she's as arrogant as the others." He said to his guards, completely ignoring her.

She just stared at him, slightly annoyed. "Well what do you expect? It's the offspring of that arrogant Kazekage and his loud mouth wife."

"What do you want to do with her?" the other asked.

"Well…we can't put her in the dungeons…" he rubbed his chin. "She is a Kage's child after all, and a woman at that. You know how fragile they are." He joked, making the other men laugh.

"Can we just get this over with? My knees are starting to hurt."

One of the men shoved Satomi, making her fall forward and land on the ground as they held her there with their feet. "Damn these Suna brats are disrespectful."

The Tsuchikage inclined his head in agreement. "Yes, they are. But I have a feeling that by the time we're done with this one she will have better manners." He said. "Take her to Kyo's room." He waved dismissively.

The two nodded and each took one of the woman's arms. The tough looking one smirked and touched his finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up. "She'll make a pretty little gift for your grandson sire, especially without all these clothes on."

Satomi's eyes widened and for the first time her fear was shown on her face. "What?" she gasped, being dragged off once more.

"She'll make such a darling little pet won't she?" they began their conversation, ignoring the struggling female between them. They took her to another room, where two gruff looking women took her and stripped her down bare, washing her, very painfully, but not enough to leave any redness.

"We'll have her ready." They shooed the men out and began brushing out her long pink hair. They dressed her once more in a soft, white sheer cloth that tied over her shoulder and left the rest of her body bare. They fanned out her hair, making it look perfect as it cascaded in waves around her body. "Perfect." They said together, getting a harsh glare from Satomi. They took out gold cuffs and snapped them on before cutting off the rope that had been there.

Finally, the men came back in and took hold of her once more. As they led her down the hall, they did nothing to hide their gazes from her slightly exposed body. Satomi just frowned, glaring at the ground. There was literally nothing she could do until she was left alone long enough to think. She had surmised, while they were washing her body, that the seal for her chakra was somewhere on her back, since she didn't see it anywhere.

When they reached a large door, the two men knocked before entering. "Kyo-sama. Your grandfather has a prize for you. The spoils of war, not to be so blunt."

"What could I possibly want from the war?" a man asked. Satomi looked up to put a face to the voice and name, and saw a man on the other side of the room. She couldn't make out what he looked like though, because he was hidden behind a large canvas.

"Come and see, Kyo-sama. I doubt you will be disappointed." One of the men smirked.

An audible sigh could be heard, and the man stepped out from around the canvas, wiping his hands off on a cloth. He had shaggy, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He had on an all black outfit, the top scooping, with a V cut in the center to reveal part of his chest. It had short sleeves, but the rest of his arms were wrapped in a strip of white cloth. His eyes widened when he saw Satomi, and he tossed the cloth he was using to clean his hands to the floor before walking over to them.

"Who is she?" he asked, though his gaze never left her face.

She actually stared at him in slight fascination, until of course one of the men grabbed the back of her neck and forced her forward and down into a kneeling position, though her face was tilted up for him to see fully. "This is Sabaku no Satomi. The healer of Suna."

Kyo looked down at her, surprise lighting his hazel depths. "Really?" he knelt down so that she wouldn't have to look up at him with that uncomfortable angle. "I never knew she was this beautiful." He murmured.

Her gaze slanted into a threatening glare and she spit in his face. Both men went wide eyed and shoved her down, grabbing her hair and holding her to the hard ground. "Apologize!" they ordered, the one holding her head gripped her hair painfully and jerked her head up so she was forced to tilt her face up at Kyo.

"No." she seethed.

Kyo simply smiled and wiped it off. "It's okay guys, she has every right to be upset with her predicament." He said, straightening and waving off the whole ordeal. "You guys can leave now. You're interrupting my work."

"But Kyo-sama…" they looked worried and then back down to the woman.

"But what?" he raised a brow.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Are you saying I am not capable of taking care of myself?" he asked.

They both shook their heads and nodded, the one standing made for the door while the other leaned down and glared at Satomi. "You behave." He ordered venomously, tugging on her hair harshly and making her wince. He pushed her down to the floor once more before standing and leaving with the other.

Satomi shut her eyes tightly and smoothed her hands along the ground before attempting to get up, though she didn't show it. His abuse had really hurt, especially since she hit her jaw on the hard floor.

Noticing her slight struggle, Kyo stepped forward and gently grasped her upper arms. "Here, let me help you." He said, attempting to help her off the ground. But the second his hands touched her skin she smacked it away, giving him a harsh glare.

"Don't touch me." She said lowly, sitting up and brushing away some of her hair from her face.

"Okay, I won't do anything you don't want me to." He said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm Kyo, by the way. And, circumstances aside, it really is nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you and your siblings." He said wholeheartedly.

She just stared at him, keeping her gaze hard and as unreadable as her face. She was not going to talk to this freak like everything was okay. In fact, he was acting as if she were there visiting him.

He walked back over to his canvas and picked up a piece of charcoal, resuming his work. "So, how did they catch you?" he glanced at her. She glared at him and stood, turning and heading for the door. Like hell was she going to sit idly by in this place.

"Oh I wouldn't go out there if I were you. Beyond those doors, I have no control over what the other men do to you. So, even if you don't want to be here, this room is actually the safest one in the place." Kyo said, not even looking up from his work.

Satomi glanced back at him, ignoring his warning and opening the door as she looked around. Surprisingly, there was no one in the hallway, so she ventured out and shut the door behind her. She could get out of this. Then one of the men from earlier appeared at the end of the hallway and made eye contact with her, and even from this distance she could tell his thoughts were far from friendly.

Before she could do anything though, she was yanked backwards into the room she had just left, landing against Kyo's chest. "Are you stupid or something? I told you not to leave the room." He said, moving to stand between her and the door. "In that revealing dress and your hands bound, you are just asking to be gang raped." He gestured to her whole outfit. "Is that what you want?"

She stared up at him, obviously thinking over his words and finding the truth in them. But what the hell made him so different? Those disgusting men brought her to him, but then again it was only because they were told too. He searched her face and sighed. "Look, I know you don't want to be here, but you should believe me when I tell you that my room really is the safest place for you."

She wedged her hands between them and slowly pulled out from his grasp. Without a word, she walked away from him and to the open bathroom that was connected to the room. She shut the door and went over to the sink, sitting up on the counter. She sighed and stared forward, trying to formulate a way to escape. It might take some time, but she knew she could do it. Or at least, last until her siblings came busting in without a plan.

She sat in there for a while, until she heard a knock on the door. "Satomi?" Kyo's voice called. "I brought you some food if you're hungry, but you'll have to come out to get it." She didn't reply, and after a few seconds of silence he spoke up again. "You'll need all the strength you can get if you want to escape." He stated.

With a dejected sigh, Satomi got up opened the door quickly. She hit the plate in his hand up, causing it all to fall on the floor. She slammed the door in his face and returned to her spot on the counter, leaning against the mirror.

"That's okay! I brought up extras!" he said happily through the wood. She could hear the sound of him picking up the food on the other side of the door.

She repressed a groan and covered her face with her hands, remaining silent. A few seconds later he opened the door to the bathroom, poking his head in. "So is that a no to dinner? Cause' I'm not gonna lie, it looks pretty good. When it's not on the floor that is." He smiled at his joke.

She picked up a glass soap dish that was next to her and threw it right at his face. He blinked and closed the door enough to where it shattered on the inside, blocking him from any harm. "Okay well you just have fun in there. I'll leave your dinner right here, just in case you change your mind." He set the plate of food on the edge of the counter before closing the bathroom door.

He let out a small sigh and cringed when he heard another shatter from inside the bathroom. Shaking his head, he went back over to his canvas, absentmindedly eating his own meal as he continued to work on his artwork.

Satomi sat in the bathroom, staring at the designs around the room. She got up then and walked over to the window, stepping up on the toilet, and looking out at the village. She sighed, they were up on a plateau that was pretty high above the village.

She got down and began to do anything to keep her mind from letting the incarceration set in. Finally, she felt exhaustion begin to set in and used some of the towels in the bathroom to make up a small bed in the bathtub. Once it was all finished, she lay down and closed her eyes, forcing herself to fall asleep. It wouldn't do well to stay awake. She would need all the energy she could muster. And without her chakra, it made it all too easy to drift off.

A couple hours later Kyo poked his head into the bathroom once more and looked around. His eyes zeroed in on Satomi's form in the bathtub, and he walked over to check on her. Seeing that she was asleep, he carefully picked her up into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom. He set her down on the left side of his bed, tucking her beneath the covers. Then he readied himself for bed, and went over to the couch in his room, making it up into a bed. Once he was done, he turned off the lights and lay on the couch, facing his bedroom before drifting off to sleep.