A/N: :3 haaaiiii! Sequel, YAY!

Do not own Naruto throughout this whole story.

Warnings: Rape, torture, gore, shota.

Chapter 1

The night was cold and clear. Lavender eyes sought their target, focusing upon a small boy with weasel ears sleeping peacefully besides his little brother.

Orange ears flicked slightly in annoyance as the figure leapt from the pole he was positioned on to the ground. Pein was readying himself to complete his mission, kidnapping experiment 10, Itachi Uchiha. He was to leave no trace, as Madara said, and take the weasel back to the hideout. They had been gathering the Akatsuki project for years now, and were wanted by the authorities. The tabby cat stealthily crawled to the window and shifted slightly, his appearance changing. The fur that lined his body shrank and disappeared, the paws that he had shifting back to hands. He managed to stand, stretching silently in the room, the only catlike features left were a tail and neko ears. Pein's tail flicked behind him, the only outward sign that he was nervous. He was about to press the chloroform rag to Itachi's face when the weasel awoke, gasping loudly. Pein immediately put the cloth upon his face, the other struggling mightily. Sasuke awoke and screamed at what he saw, latching onto Pein's arm. The latter shook him off and took one last glance at the two, his emotionless facade breaking as he met Itachi's eyes. The boy Pein had tried to save long ago manage to whisper something unheard by his brother before Pein phased back into his cat form and scampered off.

The door opened and what seemed like the entire police force entered the room, Hashirama Senju in the lead. The captain slammed his fist into the wall as he saw that the intruder had gone.

"Who was it?!" He growled at the Uchihas, angrily staring out the window.

"...i-it was Pein..." Itachi mumbled, feeling guilty for turning him over.

"Search the streets. Capture any stray cat you may find. Bring them back here." Hashirama ordered, turning to stride out of the room.

He was so close...so close to seeing that evil Madara writhe beneath him. Senju often tried to convince himself that he wasn't sadistic, of course he wasn't. However, in the underground world he was known as the Wood Style Tormentor.

Drawn out of his thoughts by a wild hissing noise, he caught sight of his men dragging a large bag of captured cats. They were all twisting and biting at the net, their teeth finding no purchase against the metal cables. However, the one cat that stood out to him was an orange tabby, calmly observing its fellow felines. Hashirama moved forwards towards it, and immediately its intelligent purple eyes focused upon him.

"Let the other ones go, but keep the orange cat.." He murmured the order almost silent.

They did so, the cats immediately scampering off down the hallway. Hashi grabbed the orange one by the collar it wore as it also tried to escape. The cat let out a dissatisfied hiss and bared its sharp teeth at him. He held it there, no doubt choking it slightly, and headed to the basement door. He gave the officers a single look, signaling that they were to guard the door and not let anyone past it. He brought the neko down the stairs, entering a interrogation room and closing and locking the door. He tossed the cat at the wall and flinched when he heard the cracking of bones, almost slightly guilty about the rough handling.

Almost.

The Senju knelt before the shuddering tabby cat, soothingly petting its head.

"Why don't you morph back to normal, Pein-san, I know that you're there. We know all about you." He cooed, trying to placate the kitten.

Pein shook his head, still shaking. Shifting back would cause his body to remake the injuries he currently had, and that would be twice as painful as when he received them. However, the cop looked extremely serious, and quite dangerous.

"I'll be able to better bandage you if you shift back." Hashirama tried to reason with the animal.

Pein frowned, confusion clear even in his current form. Help him? Why would anyone even imagine doing that?

"...Pein-san, shift now or you shall regret it later." Hashirama disliked threatening, but it seemed to work.

The cat's features distorted grotesquely and morphed into a small human boy, with the exceptions of cat ears and a tail. The Senju winced as he heard the recracking of bones and frowned slightly when the child had no reaction to it.

He tilted his head, curiosity overwhelming him. How high was his pain tolerance, he wondered.

Patting Pein on the head he stood and offered the bean bag chair to him, settling into one himself. Pein warily sat on the floor in front of the soft chair, wary of what the man was going to do.

Hashirama let out a quiet chuckle at the boy's apprehensiveness, smiling politely at him. "I'm not going to hurt you, Pein-san. I just want some answers from you."

Pein shook his head, his jaw clenched shut and his eyes closed. The wood style user gritted his teeth before relaxing slightly.

"We can save you and your friends from Madara, if you tell me where he is..."

"Lies..." The word was almost inaudible, Pein's voice smooth and velvet-like despite months of barely using it.

"Excuse me?"

"Lies...Madara-sama saved me from becoming one of your puppets...I would have been a tool for your own vision of a perfect society. Your words, this facade you put forth are lies..!"

Hashirama snarled at this, his face contorted in uncontrolled rage. "And Madara is not using you?! He plans to take over the world!"

"I know my place...I made a conscious decision to follow Madara-sama, and I was not manipulated. That is all." Pein abruptly ended the conversation, turning his head away, his ears flattening to his spiky hair.

Hashirama took a deep steadying breath before forcing his voice to remain calm. "Pein-san, if you need us just call. We'll be watching. There is a bathroom through the door to the right. I will be back to talk later.."

Pein refused to glance at the man who spoke to him, unknowingly fueling his anger. Hashirama left, defeated.

(Meanwhile)

Madara paced back and forth, worry obvious in his tense form. "Where is he, he should be back by now...!"

Kisame dashed into the room, gasping loudly. "S-sir, our spies report seeing Pein caught by the Konoha police force. He is currently being held underground."

"Dammit!" Madara's fist crashed into the wall, easily creating a hole. He took a steadying breath and faced Kisame, pointing at the door. The shark bowed and excited, leaving the Uchiha to his thoughts.

His child...his cat...his most valued possession in the hands of his enemy. Madara knew all too well of the monster behind Senju Hashirama's calm visage. He had to get him back before further torture befell the boy. He hadn't laid a hand upon him since that night, although he typically treated Pein much like a slave, putting a collar upon him that- THE COLLAR!

Madara quickly dashed to his room, opening up the computer. Both Pein's piercings and his collar held a tracking device, if the ginger were ever to be caught or run away.

He checked both monitors, frowning when he discovered Pein's location was in two places. "...Kisame!" He shouted, standing abruptly.

The shark entered the room, bowing. "Yes, m'lord?"

"Ready the Akatsuki. We are on a retrieval mission."

A/N: OOOOOOO WHAT WILL HASHI MANAGE TO DO TO PEIN BEFORE MADA COMES?!

Pein: I WILL MURDER YOU IF HE RAPES ME!

Erun: heh, kinky...