A/N: Ohhhh goodness! I'm so nervous yet excited for this story. I've got big plans!

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"Miyu?"

There was a soft voice riding the wind. Gray eyes looked at the direction where it had come from.

Someone is calling for her. And she can't make them worry.

Small hands, once intent on picking the best wildflowers they could find, abandon their task. A child stands up and begins to make her way to the familiar sound.

"Miyu!" The voice called again in a louder, more urgent tone.

She moves quicker and begins to run from outside and into the house where the voice seems to come from. She goes down the familiar long hallway of her home, her feet making pat-pat-pat noises against the hardwood floor as she does. Chocolate brown hair whips around her face as she rounds a corner and collides with a man. The crash causes her to fall backwards and she lands against the ground with a thud. Instantly tears form in the child's eyes at the harsh sensation and she sniffled, letting out a wail.

"Ah, so there you are Miyu. Don't cry now." The man, with dark black hair and gray eyes, reaches down and pats her head gently. A smile appears on the girls face at the gesture and she lets out a small laugh, tears forgotten. He returns a smile back to the girl and calls out to someone else. "Miyu is over here!"

"Thank goodness!" The soft voice answers from deeper in the house. Again, the sound of running footsteps could be heard until a woman came into view. She had the same deep chocolate brown that the young girl did. She went directly to the girl and scooped her into her arm. The woman presses her forehead to her daughters head. "There's my little songbird! Were you outside again?"

"Yes!" Miyu answers her mother with a bright smile.

"It's time for dinner, come on now." A warm sensation filled the young girls body as she was cradled. Her mother turned and headed back where she had come from, still holding her child tightly to her chest.

"Get up!"

An angry voice pierced through the dream and awoke a woman who had been asleep. Her eyes slid open slowly, narrowing them into a glare at the man who had spoiled the only time she felt the flicker of happiness. Miyu would have rather stayed in the dream world than to face this harsh reality once again.

I hate you. She wished he could hear what she was thinking.

"Come on bitch, you know what time it is."

Fuck you.

She closed her eyes and laid back onto the floor. She didn't bother to move. She couldn't go very far even if she had the energy to do so and her body screamed in protest whenever she tried. There was a sound of metal against metal, and then the sharp screech of what the woman recognized as her barred door to her prison opening. The man stepped inside and approached her with confident strides.

"We need 407 and 611 today." Another voice called.

"Getting 407 now." The man that had entered her room called back.

Die.

The man crouched and reached down, fumbling with a key in one hand, restraints in the other. He moved the key between his teeth and with a practiced hand, he managed to get both the woman's arms behind her back. She didn't put up any resistance, and the feeling of control had the man smirking. Her arms secure, he took back the key and unchained the wrist and ankles that connected the woman to the floor. With a yank, he pulled the girl up to her feet.

"You know, ever since they put that seal on you..." The guy trailed off, the same cocky smirk on his face, and raised a finger to the woman's neck. Her eyes flashed to stare all her hatred at him. At one point, that look would have at least unsettled him. But the woman before him now was not the woman she once was. Malnutrition, experiments, and seals had broken most of the now frail woman. The only thing that seemed to remain was the spirit in her eyes when she glared. But that wasn't enough to keep him away. He stepped forward to her, close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

"You've been a lot more fun to be around." He finished his sentence in a deeper, more suggestive voice. His finger trailed down her skin slowly, down to her chest.

"611 ready!" The voice from earlier had called again from a couple cells down.

"407 ready!" The man called back and then stepped away from the girl. He made a 'tsk' sound, staring at the girl. His expression was full of frustration for a moment, but it quickly changed back to his previous cocky grin. He then chuckled to himself, and pushed the girl to the entrance of the cell. The motion caused her to stumble on her weak legs. He just cackled.

"No matter, we can always have fun later."

Die, die, die, die, die.

Something wasn't right.

The pushing, the prodding, the needles, the testing, the assholes that moved her around and eyed her like a piece of meat for them to take advantage of... Everything was the same as every other day she'd spent in this hell hole. She'd been returned and chained back to the floor a few hours earlier, but as she lay on the hard cement, a strange sensation in her gut told her that something was different. With what little energy she had, she shifted her body on the side, peering outside her cage to see if anything seemed out of the ordinary.

The guard is still there... Miyu thought as she tried to peer down the hallway. Maybe it's my imagination?

She heard what was going on first. A scream went into the air only to be cut off. The guard rushed to the sound. A thud. Sounds of a fight. More thuds followed. It did not take the intruders long. They infiltrated the base quickly, sweeping closer to the cells along the wall as the seconds ticked on. The sounds got closer and closer.

Her gray eyes slid shut, trying to focus on any signs of life she may hear. But all she could hear was two sets of footsteps as they drew near. The other prisoners around her had begun to either cry in fear or hope. They came to the front of her cell and they stopped moving. A pool of fear formed in the pit of her stomach, her body screaming for her to flee. But she pushed it away. What could she do anyways? Still connected to the floor by chains, she would have to accept whatever fate threw at her. She breathed in deeply to steady her emotions, forcing her eyes to stay shut. She would accept it. Even if that meant death. She lived an empty life anyways. That would be better than continuing this so-called life she lived as a captive.

Come what may.

"Let's finish this. I'm impatient." A cold voice said. Masculine. Smooth.

"You're starting to sound like someone I know, Itachi!" A second voice said, barking out a laugh. "But yeah, I kinda agree. It was rather boring getting in here though, I was hoping to have a bit more...fun." A sadistic smile spread across the blue mans face.

"Kisame," the first man who had spoken simply grunted this response as a short warning. He stepped into the room in an almost ghostly, yet elegant manner. Red eyes slid from his partner to his target. Back against the wall, the woman they were searching for was laying on the floor. She was bound, an obvious sign of her captivity aside from her tattered clothing that all the other prisoners had worn. Her skin was pale from malnutrition. She looked ordinary enough, with long brown hair framing her face. Dirty, but ordinary. By far the most interesting feature was the seal of red paper spread across her mouth. Words scrawled across her face in black ink in a rudimentary 'x.' The girl made no movement and her eyes were closed shut. Itachi vaguely wondered if she was unconscious as he stepped closer, but quickly dismissed the idea as her eyes steadily slid open to meet his own.

Miyu felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the men in front of her. She had a hard time believing that there were only two that managed to get through the hidden facility and seeing the two in front of her made it only harder to believe.

Not even a scratch... Miyu thought in disbelief.

"Miyu Kotori." Itachi stated, seeking validation of the woman's identity. The woman seemed to flinch at the sound of his voice, recognition flashing across her eyes. She slowly nodded. It had been a long time since someone had called her that instead of a series of numbers. With an expressionless face, Itachi gave a curt nod to his partner, and Kisame bent down to unbind her. With a snap, the shackles around her wrist and ankles fell to the floor. Just like that. It seemed unreal that these men speckled in blood had relieved her constant suffering so simply.

Now freed, Miyu seemed to know better then to flee. She shifted to sit up, her body screaming due to the stiffness of her muscles. She kept her gray eyes focused on the two men standing in front of her. She didn't let them leave her sight. She analyzed them as she silently rubbed her sore wrist, savoring the slow warm feeling of her chakra filling back into her body. Both men wore the same black cloaks with red swirls of a cloud outlined in white. They looked menacing and her senses told her that they were dangerous. Was it really only these two men that destroyed the place of her captivity so quickly? What did they want with her? It doesn't matter, she reminded herself harshly, knowing she didn't have the strength to fight back anyways. What they had in store couldn't be worse than what she had experienced as prisoner in the dark dungeon.

"You need to come with us." The man on the left had finally spoken after a few tense moments. He was tall and strongly resembled that of a shark. "Two choices. You can come willing or we can take you in pieces. Not that you're in any shape to fight or run." He chuckled the last part. He grinned, with pointed teeth, hands placed on the weapon on his back threateningly to show he meant what he had said. A trail of blood disappeared behind the odd mans back on the hilt of the sword.

Anything to get out of this place! Miyu screamed inside her head nodding to the two rescuers eagerly.

"Smart shrimp," Kisame laughed as if he knew what she was thinking and gave her a toothy grin. The grin reassured her and she tried to stand up quickly to leave. But her head spun from the fast movement. Her knees shook. Malnutrition over her time imprisoned had definitely weakened her. Time spent here had not been kind and had taken quite a toll on her.

"C'mon, we don't have all day." He mused, reaching forward. His muscular arm easily wound around the woman's waist. Her eyes flew open as she was hoisted over the man's shoulder, a small squeal emitting from beneath the seal on her mouth. Miyu felt the shaking of his shoulders that came with another rumble of laughter as the blue skinned man began to walk out of her cell. "I won't drop ya!"

Miyu closed as a rush of emotions crammed themselves inside her brain. She was overjoyed at leaving. Worried and scared that everything wasn't actually happening and she was actually dreaming or under some jutsu. Apprehensive for the future to come. But most of all, there was an overwhelming sense of relief.

"Itachi, you comin'?" Kisame stopped for a second when he noticed his partner hadn't moved.

Curious, Miyu opened her eyes again to peer back inside the small prison that had been her home for so long. She took in his form as he stood in the spot where she had once been laying. He was tall, not as tall the shark-man, and stood with perfect posture. Raven black hair was pulled into a ponytail and she could see a headband across his forehead. She couldn't see most of his face though, as part of the robe he wore obscured it. What intrigued her the most though was the stunning red of his eyes. They were hard and cold but seemed to swim in emotion nonetheless.

How pretty...

"Ah." He answered.

Before Miyu could admire any more, the man closed his eyes and turned and easily walked past her on the shark man's shoulder and out of her view. Kisame grinned and followed.

With their target secured, the two Akatsuki members began to make their way out of the base. Miyu watched with emotionless eyes at the dead bodies on the ground as she was carried through the facility. She recognized a few of them as her torturers, their glazed eyes staring into nothing. Body parts seemed to be scattered across the floor, kunai discarded haphazardly on the floor. Blood painted the walls and the ceiling in an oddly appealing scarlet. It was a bloodbath. A massacre. There hadn't been much of a struggle, her two saviors were untouched and lackadaisical. Miyu silently consented her approval of the scene before her. After all, they had deserved it. All she felt towards them was a smug satisfaction of their fate.

But soon something else drew her attention away. It was something she hadn't had the pleasure of hearing since she was thrown in that underground jail. And as they walked the sound grew louder. It was the sound of the wind. Birds chirping. She was outside.

Outside.

Sights the woman had not seen for years were before her and she drank in the colors eagerly with her eyes wide open. The world passed before her. The sky was just turning past dawn and turning a light shade of blue. It wasn't brown, white, gray, or black. It was blue. And the grass was yellow and green. There were patches of pink and orange flowers. Colors began to blur and mix as tears filled her eyes. She was overwhelmed with happiness, and choked down a sob from underneath the red tape across her mouth. She was so happy and for awhile, she just cried. Itachi and Kisame made no comment about it, just exchanged a look and let the woman cry while they carried on walking.

Eventually, Miyu tired herself out. Now, the sway of Kisame's gate was lulling her to sleep. The woman felt so peaceful, and for once, safe. She tried desperately to keep her eyes open to watch her surroundings and her saviors, but they were slowly closing. I don't know who these men are or why they came to get me...but right now, I owe them everything. Things faded to black as sleep finally overcame her.