"Let me go…" The scarlet-haired youthful girl whispered silently, weak under the massive force of the tree branch over her right side.
She had already shed tears of rage, yelling and cursing at herself. She was too tired to continue that fight.
The strange radiant liquid her kidnappers injected into her veins, seemed to make her mind blurry and her soft voice – powerless. Her eyelids were slowly dropping and she perfectly understood that this might be the last view she would ever see.
The pouring cold rain leisurely slid along the green foliage, but the petty "hut" remained burning with strong-willed fire. The muted sounds of the building falling apart relaxed her. Now she knew it couldn't hurt her.
"Girl..."
"Are you conscious?" A grumpy, velvet voice asked loudly enough to startle her.
Her warm grey eyes hastily exposed as the tune reached her ears. Where was she? She did not remember anything recent. Her steady gaze analyzed curiously, searching for other presence. But, it was pitch black and she could definitely not see well at dark.
"Where..are you?" The girl finally managed to bring herself to speak, her voice appearing arrogant.
The other person just chuckled mockingly bringing a chilly blade against her heated neck. Was he really that close?
"Now, now. I would love to wipe out that arrogant manner." He spoke darkly, pressing the sharp weapon a little bit harder. "I do hate to repeat myself so I'll ask you another question." The unknown man paused for a moment. "Who may you be, alone in the woods?"
She lightly shook her head.
"The woods?" Her tone was indicating confusion, as she gently tried to push the kunai away. "May I at least sit up?" She confidently cocked an eyebrow at him.
He brought the weapon away.
"You are as confident as foolish." His velvet mocking sonority was heard again. "Do not let yourself think you hold the upper hand here." He did not need a weapon. He could turn her to dust with his bare hands, anyway. "Your name?"
The kunoichi gave him another steady, yet mistrusted gaze but she decided it was best to answer.
"Nayami. Uzumaki Nayami." A slight tint of pride formed her lips upwards into a reserved smirk.
After a long, unexpected pause the man finally spoke again.
"Should I be flattered to be in your presence?" He accused amusingly, taunting her foolish arrogance.
She didn't seem very strong. He would bet that even a kid would beat her, kept in mind that she appeared around seventeen.
"Well, depends on who you are." Nayami grunted, annoyed by his constant mockery at her.
'I, my dear, am Uchiha." He stated blankly. "Madara Uchiha."
His name was the last thing her mind registered before being rudely knocked out again.
It was amusing just how childish she was. How confident she seemed, even when she could not afford that luxury with her miserable shinobi skills. But, he would show her real power. The one of an Uchiha, that she would learn how to fear.