In the darkness, the sound of dangling chains echoed through the empty cells. The loud crashes and shouts could be heard from the floors above.
Sasuke, the men were all talking about the fighting that was taking place on the upper levels of the palace.
Frantic footsteps were coming closer; the shouts of scared men and angry protesting samurai were outside the cell.
"We can't win unless we let it out!"
"Who's to say it won't try to escape? We will all be executed if it manages to leave!"
"You think we can survive against the Uchiha long enough to be executed?"
"I…uh… okay… prepare for transport"
They entered the cell, Torches in hand, snowflakes drifted in through the bared window. The Samurai shivered in their large armor; as thick as it was, it would no protect them from the harsh cold of the land of Iron.
"It's so cold… How… Why would Mifune lock up his own grandchild down here?"
"It wasn't an easy choice… It wasn't his choice to make either…" The torch light hit the back wall of the cell, half frozen; the concrete wall bore old rusted chains. The thin body was limp against the wall, wrist and feet bound by metal cuffs; the skin was red and raw from the struggling and the burning cold of the metal against skin.
"Dear god….. is it… dead?" the terrified samurai asked as he crouched to unlock the shekels.
"No… She's alive…"
Gaara was growing tired as his and Sasuke's battle went on, he would not listen to Gaara's kind words, and he feared for the Samurai's and everyone else's lives. He wished Naruto was here, maybe Sasuke would listen to him, his brother.
He commanded the Samurai to defend the left flank and the entranceway to room which held the remaining Kage's. From the corner of his eye, he saw them backing away slowly, and retreating completely. What the fuck? Gaara thought, he turned around completely as Sasuke was busy with the Raikage. As the Samurai retreated, he caught a glimpse of 6 Samurai, all with Chains held tightly in their hands emerge, in between them, stood a girl, chained from head to toe, her eye's remained shut and her head was down. Her long wavy brown hair fell down her back and in front of her face; the armor she wore was Iron with gold tints and trim. The Samurai all backed away slowly, letting the chains hit the floor.
"Do it now!" One of the Samurai shouted as he turned and ran; the others followed suit.
One of the heavily armored Samurai stayed and removed the chains; he uttered something under his breath and backed away from the girl. The girl opened her eyes but still stared at the ground under her feet. She looked up at Gaara, her brown eyes were dark, and they seemed as if they didn't acknowledge anything, as if she wasn't really there. She blinked slowly and reopened her eyes, but this time, they were full of light, and when she saw Gaara, she actually saw him, her lips turned into a small delicate smile.
"Where is my Grandfather?" she demanded in a powerful voice. A Samurai ran up to her and bowed his head, he extended his arms and handed her three swords, a long samurai's blade and two short swords. She took them and attached the katana to her waist and the two short swords to her back. "Thank you" she said and went to bow, but before she could the Samurai scrambled and retreated back to where the rest of the Samurai stood. She scowled to show annoyance, but Gaara could tell from her eye's she had been deeply hurt.
"Who is THAT?" Kankuro said after he whistled.
"I..I don't know." Tamari looked from her two brothers to the girl, who was now approaching them.
Just as she was half way to them, Jugo let out a loud rawr as he swung his fist down. The ground burst from the pressure of the blow, dirt and dust flew in the air, blocking everyone's vision. As the dust settled Gaara could make out the figure of the girl standing with her Samurai sword drawn, blocking Jugo's attack effortlessly.
"What… FUCK YOU BITCH" Jugo yelled.
"Language please, you're supposed to be a gentlemen to a Lady!" the young woman said as she transferred the weight to her left foot and swung Jugo away from her with her Katana.
She jogged the rest of the way to the sand siblings, her armor clanking with each step.
"Well hellooo" Kankuro said as he eye'd her, she smiled and bowed to him.
"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" she asked pointing in the direction of sasuke who was fighting with the Reikage. As Kankuro and Tamari explained the situation she turned to look at Gaara, her eye's softened and she bowed. She turned and ran towards the Reikage, she drew out her two short swords and jumped as high as she could and came down with a kick at Sasuke, but he effortlessly dodged her attack. Which was fine, she was only gaging his skills, now she can really have some fun.
"Get out of here! He's mine!" The Reikage yelled, "Interfere and I won't go easy on you!"
"Are you kidding? This is the only time I am let out of that cell!" She laughed whole heartedly as she swung her two swords toward Sasuke, but he dodged.
"Who'd put a pretty little lady in a cell?" The Reikage laughed punching the ground beneath them, it exploded with rage.
"I'm going to enjoy this!" She cartwheeled managed to nail Sasuke in the jaw with a kick. Sasuke was soon on his feet and glared at her; he flew forward and caught her throat in his powerful grip.
"And what will you be enjoying?" Sasuke wicked grin was sickening. She stared at him in confusion, what happened, she didn't even see him move…. Was she rusty? Or maybe she just needed to actually train more…
"I can give you something to enjoy" he threw her across the room and into a pillar, but her impact was softened.
"What's…. Sand?" She looked up and saw the Red head, arms stretched out and staring at her, his eyes soft and curious. Probably wants to see if I'm ok. She gave him the biggest toothy smile she could with a thumbs up. He smirked retreating the sand back to him.
She looked him up and down, it's been years since she's seen someone her age, or younger. For her first time seeing a boy in years, she was glad it was him. He was tall, blue eyes and a red head. She caught herself staring at him. Blushing she turned to look for Sasuke. But he was gone, everyone was in a commotion, and some ran down a hall where she could hear loud crashes. The fight probably continued down there.
"I can still make it if I…" She was cut off; Samurai were standing in front of her, with rods in their hands.
"Miss Nori, come with us please, and let us take you back to your cell, peacefully."
"Peacefully? I can't go back in that cell… I can't…" She said, her eyes searched there's, looking for sympathy. The Samurai lunged forward with the metal rods, a strong surge of electricity shocked Nori to the core. She screamed in agony as she fell to the floor, twitching as the last of the electricity left her body. Tears running down her face, the Samurai picked her up and placed her chains around her ankles and her hands. They dragged her back towards the cell, dark and cold, where there are no windows and no fire to keep warm. She knew she wouldn't see grass again or the Ocean her and her Grandfather used to visit during the summer months. She would have to spend many more years in this cell, till they needed her again, or until she died of starvation if anyone was to forget that she existed.