Disclaimer! I do not own Naruto (duh). (in case you haven't read the above) I do own "Feline-chan" though xD. Anyway, I also do not own Tomokazu. He is the property of Lady Hanaka. If any of you read her stories, you'll recognize some of the passages below. Pretty please don't kill me (and if you are Lady Hanaka, holy crap! I feel so honored) it's just that he was so well described and… I don't know, ok? Also, I tried to keep him as much as I could to the original one. Enjoy!


Prologue-


Pain was such a small word compared to what I felt.

"Tell me," he whispered again. "Tell me and it will be over."

But I kept my bloody lips sealed. Because I knew he was lying.

Even if I told him, he would still kill me.

But he needed me alive in order to get the piece of information. So I knew I wasn't going to die, but at the moment, it was all I could wish for. I tried dragging the process because hey, maybe I could bleed to death. And get a concussion. Or lose all my memory.

I didn't know how long it's been. Days, if not weeks, that I haven't eaten properly or had more than 4 hours' sleep.

I bet he tried everything he knows.

Acid.

Nerve burning.

Fire.

Poison.

From electrocution and knifes dug deep to cut tendons.

Suffocation and threats.

Drugs.

Nerve burning and beatings and boiling hot water and ice baths.

From choking to bone breaking.

From physical to mental torture.

Injections that triggered the most unbearable physical pain.

Starvation and little sleep.

Drinking water? There was rain dripping on the walls.

But no. The little 15 year old he was stuck babysitting decided to play tough.

I had to give it to him, though. He really is good at torture. I never felt like this before.

And now his new tactic was to release all pain at once, leaving me sore but relieved and then suddenly he would go back to his fucking jutsu and all I could do is not cry out loud from the pain.

I gritted my teeth to muffle a scream. The only weakness I allowed him to see. Crying was out of the question. I merely trembled, but it was simply because I was cold. Freezing, to be precise.

Sometimes I forgot why I even tried. Why did I just stand here, frozen? What was the point? Because maybe, just maybe, it would all end. But then I look in his disgusting snake eyes and that brought me back to reality. The same snake eyes as Orochimaru's.

Fucking incredible.

Yeah, it snapped me awake. Because I would never imagine the man that used to be my sensei could be so sick in the head and do this to kids. Tomokazu? He was what? One, maybe two years older than me? Oh, but it wasn't as if I didn't blame him. At his age he should already be aware of what is right and what isn't.

And I kept telling myself that it had to end sometime. Because sooner or later he would give up. But unfortunately for me, he seemed to have picked later.

"Tell me!" he hissed, punching my jaw, dislocating it, and throwing me in the wall. I fell to the floor, but wouldn't allow myself to lay face down. Instead I opened my mouth and more blood came out.

He looked at me expecting me to talk. I started laughing.

His shocked expression was priceless.

...

"I feel so sorry for people like you, Tomokazu."

His reaction was almost funny. He screamed in frustration, literally screamed, and stormed out of the room.

...

"Finally," I whispered as I sank to the floor, unconscious.


Itachi narrowed his eyes slightly as he followed his partner down the narrow hallway. The stanch of human waste and decompose was making his eyes water slightly. He kept his gaze fixed on an invisible point in front of him, but once or twice he accidently darted his eyes on what laid around him.

Men, women and children. All starving, screaming, in pain and injured. Most were begging at the two men, pleading for help and trying to reach them through the iron bars. Others simply laid down, motionless.

"Man, this is so fucked up," Kisame hissed under his breath.

Itachi remained silent, but his partner sensed that he agreed.

"Ah," someone smiled from behind them. "On time as usual."

The Shark and the boy turned to face the Snake Man. He looked exactly the same as before.

"Please excuse me, I wasn't expecting you to be so punctual," he grinned, tearing some blood-stained gloves off his pale hands.

"Exactly when did you become so fanatic about the idea of owning a torture house?" Kisame groaned. Itachi shot him a look.

"A torture house?" Orochimaru repeated. "I never thought about it that way. Yes, I suppose it is, from a certain point of view. However..." He mussed, leading them through another hall. He suddenly stopped and turned to face the two.

"Isn't that why Akatsuki hired me?" he smirked.

A small buzzer went off in Orochimaru's pocket and he reached in to get it. He pulled out a small earpiece.

"One moment, please," he excused himself and hooked the ear bud around his ear.

"Yes, what is it?"

Itachi absent mindedly focused chakra in his ear to hear the conversation.

"... getting seriously fed up with this bitch! I still have nothing..."

"I have company," Orochimaru muttered.

"...I don't give a single fuck! It's been 7 hours straight, I've used all my chakra and she's seriously pissing me off..."

"Keep it up."

"...can't I just get rid of her?..."

"Not yet. Move the set over," Orochimaru instructed.

"... Wait a sec."

There was a muffled noise.

"…Ok, she can hear you..."

"If you don't cooperate, I'll personally come down there," Orochimaru said quietly.

A rusty female voice replied softly.

"... I'm terrified..."

Pause.

"...Tell this asshole that he's wasting my time..."

"...CRASH..."

Orochimaru sighed and yanked his ear piece off.

"Girl on her period?" Kisame asked.

"No. She refuses to cooperate."

"Maybe the guy sucks at his job?"

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes.

"He never took on a task without finishing it successfully."

"Until now."

Itachi cleared his throat, reminding his partner about their current position.

"Yes, of course," Orochimaru smirked turning to face him. "My, how've grown, Itachi," he said to the young man who remained expressionless.

"We are not here to socialize," Kisame snapped.

"Tell me, Itachi. How is your Sharingan?"

"Hn."

"Ah, that's good."

Kisame raised his eyebrows questionably.

"I was thinking of..-"

He was cut off by the Shark grabbing Samehada and pointing it at his throat.

"We are not here to socialize," he repeated.

"Yes, yes of course," he laughed. "Please follow me."


"Is that all?"

"Yes," Orochimaru sighed.

"How much?" Kisame persisted.

"100,000."

Kisame gave a loud laugh.

"Nah, absolutely not. It's shit. Change it," he said.

"No."

"Then we have no business here," Itachi said quietly.

"Yeah. And now we'll have to kill you for wasting our time," Kisame added.

Orochimaru merely grinned.

"I cannot change the price since I was not the one who imposed it. However..."

There was a short pause.

"I can double it if Itachi is willing to help out on an interrogation."

Kisame turned to look at the boy, eyebrows raised. He hadn't known his partner for very long, and considering the boy's age and preference of isolation, the only times the two interacted were during missions. Yet, Kisame believed the vague frown was due to the fact that Itachi did not enjoy spilling blood. Or killing. But it was only a theory, and the older missing-nin knew he would probably never grasp the real reason for his actions.

He turned to look at the disgusting Snake-Man.

"You'll double it?"

"Correct."

"When do you want it done?" Kisame wanted to know.

"As soon as possible, of course. Now even, if you agree."

"Uchiha-san?"

Itachi merely "Hn'ed".


"So what's the deal?" Kisame asked under his breath.

Itachi exhaled a little louder than necessary hearing his partner address his former sensei in such casual manner. Former or not, evil or simply sick, he was still his old sensei, even if he would never admit it anymore. Itachi knew that by the time he hit 13, he had surpassed Orochimaru. But he was still older than both of them, possibly combined, so Kisame needed to treat him with respect.

"The "deal" has been already been given to you," Orochimaru said quietly.

"No, I meant what's the deal with this woman? Why pay so much for some information?"

Orochimaru frowned. A deep, almost dangerous frown.

"I cannot discuss this with Akatsuki."

Kisame stopped walking at the same time as Itachi.

"Then he can't help you. We need to know what we're gonna expect."

Itachi resisted the urge to roll his eyes or huff. He knew that Kisame didn't have any objections and that he was merely curious, something natural to the giant. His curiosity often put them both at risk, but as long as they could gather extra information, Kisame knew that Itachi would not get in his way.
So Itachi nodded, much to his partner's pleasure.

"Yes, that is correct."

Orochimaru sighed, exasperated.

"Very well. I will try to keep it brief."

The two men waited for the Snake to talk. Or to be specific, one of them did and the other simply looked like he was paying attention when he was actually quietly scanning the area. They were surrounded by enemy shinobi after all, so one of them had to keep watch.

"We took her in precisely one year ago," Orochimaru said, starting to walk. The two followed.

"She holds precious information which I cannot share with either of you. I hope you can respect that."

Kisame huffed.

"That information is... unique. And only after all our interrogation methods failed, did we understand how important it is. We thought she was an average kunoichi, but I have underestimated her. Her mental strength is incredible."

There was a pause.

"The girl is stubborn," Orochimaru sighed. "Very stubborn. She always was."

"Girl?" Kisame grinned.

"Yes. I wouldn't consider a 15 year old girl a woman yet."

"15?"

"Hai."

...

...

A 15 year old. A 15 year old girl. That was who Itachi had been asked, no, forced, to interrogate.

You couldn't see it on his face though, but his jaw was clenched ever so slightly as Orochimaru gave him instructions on how he wanted it to be done.

He was to ask her twice to give the information willingly. If she refused, Itachi could use anything he wanted. It could be just plain Sharingan, Mangekyou or even Tsukuyomi. If that wasn't going to work for whatever reason and her mental barrier (one of Orochimaru's theories) wasn't broken, Itachi had to destroy it manually.

Which meant getting the information but killing the girl.


Tomokazu was sitting casually in a metal chair facing the bloody form. She was looking away, not meeting his eyes. He grinned slightly. Because although he failed, he knew that she would be forever affected by him. And that gave him pleasure. Just how much, that was for him to find out. He stood up and grinned even more as he felt her stiffen.

Why am I not dead?

He moved closer to the frozen form and squatted down until he was face to face with her. She turned to growl at him. He ignored her and reached his hand forward. She stiffened, expecting a slap. But the hit never came. Instead, he simply stoked her cheek, causing dried blood to peel off and fall to the dirty floor. She stared at him in shock. His fingers were so warm compared to her cold face, they burned.

Oh, fucking God. What's he gonna do? Rape me?

At the thought, 1000 ways of suicide flew into her head.

I'll bite my tongue in half.

I'll bite his dick off.

I'll bang my head in the wall so hard, it'll crack open.

I'll stop breathing.

I'll…

But as he kissed her neck, her mind went blank.

Please Kami. If you exist, help me.

He chuckled as he felt her squirm. He drew a sharp breath and took out a knife. She sighed, relieved. Because a knife was just so much better than what she had visualized.

Damn imagination.

"Oh, no, Feline-chan. Don't worry, I wasn't going to end it," he purred.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Since you have a special guest coming over to help me out, I thought I would have a little pleasure in finally making you scream."

Why am I not dead?

"Piss off," she mumbled hoarsely.

He chuckled.

"No, no. Bad little Feline." he said sweetly. "I think I found out your little weakness."

Please dear Lord. Don't let me show any expression! Don't give him the pleasure.

"Unimpressed?" he asked, surprised. "Hmm…"

He reached out and placed the sharp blade on her cheek.

"Do you know what really turns me on?"

Silence.

He pulled the knife down gently; causing blood to erupt from her already cut face.

"Blood," he murmured. "It's simply amazing."

He paused and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her towards him. He repositioned the knife on her pale, bruised arm.

"Feline-chan, I just realized something," he murmured, a slight confused look on his face. "You never told me your name."

She sighed and tried to pull her arm away from his iron grip. Useless.

"What is your name?" he asked again.

He was rewarded with silence.

"I can always ask Orochimaru-sama, you know," he warned.

"A name isn't going to tell you anything," she whispered.

"You're wrong," he said.

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Not to worry. I'll simply make you never forget my name," he grinned as he started cutting her arm.

But they weren't straight lines… What was he doing? Drawing his face on her skin? She looked down to try to make sense of his movements but all she could see was blood flowing out.

"Wanna see?" he smirked.

He ripped a corner of her worn-put pants and with a quick move of his hand, he whipped the blood away. It reappeared almost instantly after doing so, but it was enough for her to see.

He had written his name. Carved it in her skin.

How much chakra? She wondered weakly. How much will it take to heal it and get rid of it?

More than you have.

She dropped her head.

Why am I not dead?

"Yes, I was right," he chuckled. "I am very turned on right now."

She shut her eyes at his words.

A fraction of a second later, he was licking blood off her neck. She tried to back away from him, but she couldn't exactly do that with a wall behind her.

A small beeping sound made him back away, frowning.

He took out the small devise and stared at the screen.

"Damn, what horrible timing you have," he muttered. He turned to look at the shaking girl.

"You were wrong, little Feline. Names do count."

She stared at him, suddenly exhausted.

"It's been fun, but it looks like an Uchiha will come down and take my place. Nice knowing ya," he laughed. He got up and started walking away.

"W-what?" she whispered.

Tomokazu turned and saw her eyes wide open and a horrified expression on her face. He frowned, confused.

"Ok," he admitted. "It wasn't nice knowing you. You made my life hell but-"

"Uchiha?" her voice broke.

"Yeah. So what?"

He was silent for a second, regarding the girl.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard of Itachi Uchiha before. I will seriously consider falling to the ground, actually laughing my ass off."

But he could see she wasn't listening. Her eyes fogged up and her hands started shaking. She clumsily curled up in a tight ball and closed her eyes tight.

He laughed.

"Scared?"

But the only response he got was a muffled sniff.

"Good luck, Feline-chan," he laughed louder as he went out, shaking his head, leaving her alone in the dark room.


Oh Kami.

...

Please.

...

Please, no.

...

Not now.

...

He can't… Not when I'm like this.

...

Weak.

...

Not when I'm weak.

...

When I'm this useless.

...

When I'm this broken.

...

When I'm way past caring about living or dying.

...

Not when he can… When he can overpower me this easily.

...

Not when I'm a failure.

...

Sharingan.

...

Why am I not dead?

...

It would be easier if I were dead.

...

But then he'd see that I failed.

...

I curled up tighter, trying to preserve some body heat, resting my chin on my bruised knees, ignoring the pain. Pain didn't matter now. Something stirred deep in my head.

-No, don't you darecry. What's the matter with you?-

...

What?

Kobe.

It's Kobe. My Inner. Why is he bothering me after all this time?

-Yeah, missed me?-

I hate you.

-Listen to me. Are you listening?-

I hate Tomokazu.

-You need to move. Now-

I hate Orochimaru.

-He'll kill you. You need to get out of here-

I hate Konoha.

-Me too, Hot Stuff, me too. But right now, please, you need to get up-

I hate you too, Kobe. You left me here.

Alone.

Just like they did.

-I'm part of your mind. You left me stuck in here-

No. I made you real. I touched your hair.

-You're right. And you can touch it again. You can touch Tara's. She's here with me-

Tara's dead. They all are.

-No. You taught her to be headstrong, remember? She's about two miles away from you. We all are-

No. I don't want Tara.

I don't want you, either.

You all forgot me.

You all left me here.

To die.

No, it is worse than dying.

-Hey, listen to me-

No. Get outta my head. You're not real.

-We're connected you bitch-

...

Not anymore.

...

Silence.

"I don't need anyone."


"Last cell on the left."

Orochimaru was close to jumping up and down from the excitement. Itachi simply hn'ed and went down the dark, narrow corridor. Kisame was told to wait in another room, much to Itachi's relief, and Orochimaru turned around, leaving him alone.

The only sounds were the ones of uneven breathing and a weak heartbeat. Neither belonged to Itachi.

"Hey, Uchiha."

Itachi didn't turn around to face his teammate. He knew that he would come anyway sooner or later.

"Your Sensei is very stupid, by the way."

Itachi ignored him. He tried to identify the chakra signature belonging to his target, but it was too weak. Transparent. He couldn't even identify the sex, so it was a plus that Orochimaru had told them it was a female.

"Look, 100,000 is actually more than we need. If you want to leave, I'm right behind you."

Itachi frowned slightly.

What was Kisame saying? Was he trying to comfort him?

"Seriously, let's just get the hell outta here. I'm going to puke any second from the smell."

Nice save, Fish Face.

But Itachi shook his head slightly. Curiosity overtook him and even if he wasn't going to do anything, he would at least take a look at this girl. If she managed to piss Orochimaru off, then he should at least make a note of her.

He took a step forward.

A sound coming from the last cell on the left made him stop in his tracks.

It was a combination of a snarl, growl, hiss, scream and a groan. An animalistic sound. A deep, angry, tired and annoyed sound.

Itachi advanced.

He could now faintly feel the person's chakra. She was in the far right corner, facing the wall.

Itachi stopped in front of the steel bars and squinted his eyes slightly to get used to the dark interior. He sensed Kisame coming behind him.

...

...

"Holy shit."


Oh my Gawsh! I can't believe I finally submitted something. Seriously, I've been bitting my nails for the past hour, staring at this darn screen, not knowing with what to start. Hopefully, I can work from here. Please review, it would really help. And I know this is very sketchy, but it's the first chapter! I'LL GET BETTER. And y'all can help. Please.

I'll work on the second one and put it up asap. Please bear with me, I really want you to enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it. Which I don't always. It's a pain in the ass. Dx BUT I SHALL BE STRONG.

I'm hungry now. At 3am in the morning. Wonderful.

See ya,

Kuriny