Chapter 1: Captured
-Bring them on!- A bulky guard who I assumed, was maybe the captain, yelled loudly.
I was brought along with my tripulation inside the huge building and I could see that this place was anything like most of the things I've ever seen. And trust me when I say that I've seen almost everything that this wide world has to show.
My name's Kakashi Hatake, the famous pirate known all around the seven seas, and well…I don't really know how I've ended here. Okay, that's not true…I do know HOW but I don't know WHY. We we're all –by 'all' I mean my tripulation and I, y'know…well, whatever- going to our next destination, a little island near Japan named Konoha, under the jurisdiction of the Land of Fire. Of course we weren't going there on holidays, we we're going to steal everything we could for selling it later somewhere, after all that's what we pirates do, isn't it? Anyway, as soon as we landed our feet on earth, these gigantic, muscle-man guards shackled us and led us to this building. The building was a huge traditional Japanese castle, big gardens with cherry trees, ponds full of koi fish, little red bridges across a river that crossed the land where the castle stood…that kind of stuff.
After going through lots and lots of sliding doors and mat-floored corridors, we came to a stop in a big and fair decorated room. The walls were cream-colored with black bamboo patterns in them, the tatami on the floor was made of cherry tree wood, and in the centre of this rich and presumptuous room, there was a young man sitting calmly in a big wooden chair. Well, maybe calmly it's not the word…more like, coldly. Yeah, that's it. His face was completely neutral, his dark midnight hair framing it like a silken curtain. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his cold dark gaze bore into us, looking disinterested.
-Here you have them Uchiha-sama!- the bulky captain who I mentally tagged as "Peanut brain" said in a solemn voice. Apparently we were expected…
-Okay Karai, you can stand back now. Get them off of their shackles and stand near, we wouldn't want any pirate rebelling against us, would we?- the cold faced man told "Peanut brain" in an authorative manner. The guards did as that Uchiha said, and took out the shackles from our wrists, I rubbed them absentmindly while eyeing the situation.
The Uchiha stood up, the end of his black hakama touching the floor and his dark blue haori with a fan emblem in it giving the man a, somewhat, royal stance.
-So…may I suppose that you're the famous Scarecrow pirate, aren't you?- he looked down upon me.
-I guess, it depends on who is lookin' for him.- My good eye narrowed suspiciously, the other eye hid well behind my black eye patch.
-Sasuke Uchiha is looking for him!- he claimed like I had to know his name, meh…figures.
-Ookay…Then I guess it's me, after all.- my eye curved up in an easygoing manner. But my stance didn't relax one a bit, my whole body still tensed, if I had to fight I would. Even if that meant dying, I was not about to give up. But still, the situation was pretty complicated.
-Hn, that's good. Apparently you'll die without the need of suffering – he said while eyed me, pensative – Every port of the world is actually offering a real big sum of money to someone who catches you, dead OR alive – he smirked darkly.
-Yeah…that's what I've been told.- I shrugged.
-So that's why you wear that mask of yours, isn't it? – he pointed the black mask that covered the lower half of my face.- even though, everyone could recognise you with that mope of silver hair on the top of your head.- He smiled again, apparently enjoying the fact that he was laughing at me openly. The guards laughed loudly too. My silver brows furrowed, my dark eye gazing him murderously.
-Okay, that's enough- The dark-haired man said evenly and everyone shut up like their breaths have been stolen away.- Really..Kakashi- he said my name as if it were repugnant to pronounce it- I don't have any intention of keeping you or your friends alive. And obviously, as you can see, I have no need of that sum of money that they're offering. But I do want to have the reputation of the one and only man that killed the oh-so-pestering Scarecrow pirate and his tripulation. And I very much like this kind of admiration from the other countries...- he finished looking somewhere far away, like he was able to see himself in that near future of his.
-Guards, bring them to the torturing chamber and make them suffer, if one of them surrenders to us, have them come to my wife. If she wants one of them she'll keep it, the others can be killed without any rethought.- He shooed his hand, indicating that we where not welcome in that room anymore.
And so we where led to the torturing chamber, they blindfolded us and chained us to the wall. And so the torture began. I've been tortured many times, the scars that criss-cross my chest, neck and arms are the reminder of each one of them. And every one I've been willing to die every second of torture, but never let any whimper or surrendering whisper escape through my lips. The only sounds I made were grunts, screams of agony, or frustration, but I didn't surrender. On the other hand, I wanted my men to surrender, and save themselves; but I knew they wouldn't, they were far too loyal to me. I didn't like this one a bit. I was starting to lose consciousness when someone barged in the room.
-STOP IT!- apparently, a woman. She also had an edge of authority in her voice so I guessed a bit numbly that she may be that monster woman's. What kind of girl would marry that guy? He was sure good looking, but hell, he didn't even have a fuckin' heart!
The torture stopped abruptly, and I felt my own hot blood seeping out from a big gash and licking my torso while it dripped on the floor.
-I want you to heal these men and when they're able to walk, bring them to me. It's an order!- her voice was near me, apparently talking to my personal torturer in an angry-broken voice. I felt a whooshing sound, some breeze in my face, like she had turned on her heels and stomped out of the room, the door making a loud noise when it banged closed, indicating that she should NOT be disobeyed.
The last thing I smelled before falling unconscious was the sweet scent of cherries mingled with some kind of flower I did not recognise fully.
A/N: Ohh... poor Kakashi *kisses his forehead* do not worry ^^
Thanks for reading this, soo I'll explain more or less this new Fic. Some rabid plot bunny has been munching my brain from a long time ago, saying come on! You've got to write this! ¬¬ But since I hadn't had time while in school I just contented myself by doing lots and lots and LOTS of sketches of the story and that stuff. And after coming from my holidays in Italy I thought: NO MORE! Let's write it! *w*
And so here is it! The very first chapter of my 2nd started Fanfic :) Obviously and as you may have seen I'm not English so there may be some mistakes, sorry 'bout that I put a lot of effort of not making to much mistakes. Also as you (my very observant readers :B) may have realised there's an OCness in it since the characters aren't ninja and all that. Well I thought it might be interesting this new kind of point of view.
And that's it for today! :D
Hope you enjoyed it, please comment!