After the battle at the valley of the end
Sasuke Uchiha, once genin of the leaf, and now captured rogue ninja, and currently languishing in the cells of the torture and interrogation department looked up at the bars of his cell as heard faint whistling that was coming closer.
The whistling was a simple tune that reminded the shackled Uchiha of a lullaby that his mother used to sing to him when he was little, except this tune was far more disjointed and haunting.
The lights that lent dim illumination to the hallway of cells began flickering as whoever was whistling came closer, the light buzzing as they struggled to stay lit. No footsteps could be heard as the whistling floated closer.
Sasuke shivered slightly as the temperature dropped steadily until he felt like he was in the middle of a meat locker, he jumped slightly, his shackles rattling slightly as figure appeared as if by magic in front of the bars.
The figure wore a blank white mask, with no eye or mouth holes, just a clear expanse of white porcelain only broken by the kanji for meat emblazoned in the middle in dark red lettering. A white main of fur extended from the top portion of the mask, falling down to the mid back of the silent figure. The figures white and black clothing swished quietly against the concrete floor as though shifting in a slight gust.
The figure silently cocked its head at the restrained Uchiha who sneered in response. The staring contest went on for several seconds until the raven haired teen grudgingly spoke, the tension practically forcing the words out of him.
"Are you gonna just stand there?"
The figure just continued staring, its head occasionally lolling from one side to the other.
Sasuke continued talking to the silent figure, eventually screaming and insulting the blank faced figure at the top of his lungs, straining at his chains, all in an attempt to get at the silent and faceless figure in front of him, Sasuke finally finished with a,
"At least the dobe would talk to me!"
Sasuke flinched as the figures shoulders began shaking and the masked head was thrown back as the thing in front of him quaked with silent laughter.
The figure finally shifted forward and oozed through the bars of the cell, his flesh warping and shifting through the metal bars, the figures masked face came right up to Sasuke's, who got the distinct impression that despite that fact that he couldn't see the figures eyes, he was staring right into them.
The figure reached up to pull off the blank mask to reveal a familiar whiskered face.
"How ya' doing teme?" Asked Naruto Uzumaki, the most unpredictable ninja.
The teme in questions' jaw dropped as the blond goofball withdrew a pair of knives, one a hooked skinning knife, and the other a massive and wickedly sharp cleaver.
Sasuke stuttered slightly before his natural arrogance forced itself past his lips.
"D-dobe! What the hell are you doing here?!"
The blond turned and smiled an angelic smile at Sasuke that was very much at odds with the large cleaver he was stroking.
"Ohh, Teme…" He cooed, still smiling sweetly at the traitor, he tested the edge of the cleaver against his thumb, drawing the blade lightly against his skin, a thin line of red welling up as the blade cut through slightly.
He licked at the blood, shivering slightly as he swallowed, and then spoke.
"I get to be your interrogator Sasuke, Im sure we will have lots of fun while your here."
Sasuke gagged slightly as Naruto licked at his thumb in obvious pleasure.
"I meant since when have you been an interrogator?"
Naruto smiled in obvious pleasure at the question, cocking his to one side and stroking his chin idly.
"Thats a good question Sasuke-kun. I suppose that the story starts when I was six…"
Welcome, one and All, to the story of the
Butcher of the Leaf