Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, or any of the characters contained in it in any way, shape, or form. Masashi Kishimoto does.

Chapter 1 (A Kunoichi Doesn't Get Kidnapped)

My sigh is deep and heavy in the cool night. Another late-night walk home. I worked myself too hard again; Akemi-sensei will definitely scold me again. But considering my situation compared to other shinobi, it's only natural I would train myself until I'm tired to the bone. I don't have a team of my own, and I'm also a girl. Not that I find any difference in strength between male and female, but the irritancy I feel when people try to "go easy" on me can get overwhelming.

Allow me to introduce myself properly. I'm Briana Kihara. I'm a shinobi of the leaf village, but I wasn't born there. I don't really have my own village, since my parents had raised me in a cot in some forest. When they got old and died, I wandered aimlessly. Surviving on whatever I could find until I ran into a nearby village.

Konoha was different however. They had villagers that they treated worse than me. There were little ones my age, and they held heavy auras of pure sadness and hatred inside them. I felt afraid to approach either of them. Naruto was much easier to associate with than I had originally thought. Sasuke had pretty much ignored my existence for a long while until I entered ninja academy. It was Naruto's idea for me to ask the Hokage. I'm not sure why I had agreed, all I remember is how hard I was shaking when I snuck in to see him; and how hard my other sensei's scolded me.

I graduated without many problems. However, I was assigned as a one-man team to Akemi-sensei. I had never heard her name before, and when I inquired about her, I was told she was a sensei who worked with the more 'special' kids. I like to think that means there's nothing mentally wrong with me, and that there's some secret thing I have that requires me to get my own private teacher. I doubt there is.

Akemi sensei kind of skipped the part where she asks about my goals and why I want to become a ninja and such. She asked me if I was really ready to put my life on the line like other shinobi do every day of their lives. I told her yes, and after that she has a pretty straightforward attitude. Always saying, ''Come on, let's go'', and being adventurous. Whenever I'm hesitant she becomes all serious, and tells me that this is what ninja do, and if I was scared I needed to quit on becoming a shinobi. Akemi-sensei is really strategic though, she only recently started forcing me to come up with more strategies before attacking. I considered asking Shikamaru for help, but I would never be able to understand his mind.

Anyways, I'm walking home in the dark. There are no people walking around anymore, and the streetlights are on. My steps seem to echo throughout the whole village. Another breeze pushes me forward, as if telling me to hurry. It's stronger and sends my bangs flying out in front of my face. The rest of my hair is much too short to whip around my face like other girls'. I hear the quick shuffling of feet in the mixture of the wind howling in my ear. I stop and look around, my muscles tighten. Someone's out there.

I slowly turn my head all around me, searching for any signs of enemy ninja. I'm hesitant to start walking again, but when I do, I hear a whisper behind my right ear:

"You have a lot of flaws as a ninja." A deep voice scares the shit out of me before I feel a sharp pain in my neck.

When I'm asleep I feel most at ease; which is why I know I'm asleep now. There is a sea of thoughts floating around me, the ones that frustrate me to no end. They simply float around me and don't touch me; I couldn't care less about them right now. I don't seem to care for why I'm striving to become a shinobi, or why I even bother to stay in the Konoha village at all. I don't try to justify it by saying I'm a drifter, and since I go with the flow, this was the first thing that came my way that gave me something to do with my life. It was when I begin to wander what I would want to do with my life if I wasn't a kunoichi, when my eyes start to twitch.

The bright light that comes from nowhere makes me shut my eyes tight again.

"You idiot, you got the wrong one." I hear a voice sharply scold.

"Ah, but she had green eyes just like in the picture you showed me." A squeaky voice replies.

"She has purple hair!" I feel a hand grab my hair and yank my head upward. I couldn't let out a noise to express my pain, but I painfully open my eyes to stare up and whoever grabbed my hair.

"We were looking for Sakura Haruno, pink hair."

"Her eye pattern is also different. It's darker than lime green, and she has a yellow ring around her pupil." A monotone, bored voice points out.

"That has to be something! Tobi didn't get the right girl, but maybe she has a special ninjutsu."

I am able to see a man with spiky orange hair and many piercings. He has on a black cloak for some odd reason. I bite his arm, which only causes him to yank harder. I release, already feeling the weakness wash over me even harder.

"Her drugs will be wearing off soon. Tobi, you go with Zetsu and find Sakura Haruno. Don't come back until you're sure you have the right girl."

The piercing guy picks me up over his shoulder and begins walking away from the two men he was talking to. One had a swirly orange mask and the other had black and white body paint I think.

"We'll take care of this girl."

I close my eyes, unable to muster anymore strength to stay awake.


I hear mumbles along with a sharp ringing in my ear. I wonder if the "drugs" finally wore off. When I open my eyes, my vision is really blurry, but I can tell that I'm in a dim-lighted room. The darkness is good to my eyes. There are about eight dark figures in the room.

When my eyes are nicely adjusted to the darkness, a candle is lit in the corner. I am able to barely see my captivators. My arms are tied behind my back. So much for rubbing my eyes or stretching. My whole body ached. Probably from being dragged around like a ragdoll.

Piercings comes up to the table I'm trapped in. I realize that ropes binding my hands and feet are laced with something that's draining my chakra. Of course. I begin flexing and stretching my fingers to try to reach a kunai knife in my back pocket.

"Your file says your name is Naita, and you're the same age as the Haruno girl. It mentions you have an ocular jutsu, but no details on it." Pierce flips a pen around in between his fingers, clicking the button every now and then.

"We could always put her to the test; it's about fucking time I've gotten a damn sacrifice anyway." A silver-haired man runs his finger down the blade on his back. I suddenly feel much more self-conscious.

"We need to know more of her connection with the village first." Pierce says with a thoughtful tone.

"There's no way to get her to talk now." A bored tone says, "We could always just torture the answers out of her."

I feel my fingers touch the cold metal and I wrap the tips of my middle and index fingers around the kunai. I slowly edge it out of the pocket. Right when I have a good grip on it, another hand clasps over mine.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, un." I hear the person whisper in my right ear. I shiver slightly, and the knife is taken from my hands.

I bite my tongue, ashamed of how weak I was currently being. I should be trying to bust out of here right now, but with so many enemy ninja in one room I have no idea how strong they are or if I could take them on. This thought reassured me, even if I was excusing myself.

"Deidara, you watch her until we have further plans." There's a long pause, as if a reluctance to take me away.

I'm lifted again into the air. I rise slowly. The person who's holding me takes slow but wide steps. I look up and study the man's face carefully; his long blonde hair tickles my face. I let out a small giggle, before blushing and looking away. I feel his gaze rest on me. I feel so childish. How can I be so calm now?! I should be looking for ways out of here now! I use my ocular jutsu to look for any exits. I pray that this blonde won't look under my bangs, and see my third eye. Yes, third eye. I'm a freak of nature, and I'll explain how I came to be later.

Deidara-san begins taking us down into a basement, I assumed some sort of prison was down here. He unlocks one of the cell bars, and takes a few steps inside before setting me on the ground. He turns and locks the bars behind him.

Deidara sets himself on a mattress that lay randomly on the floor across from my cell, who knows what it was there for. He takes out my kunai from earlier, rolling in under the bars towards my feet.

I roll around until I can position myself to pick them up with my hands. Deidara-san does a few hand seals, and the ropes stop draining my chakra.

"You're putting a lot of trust into me." I say while cutting the ropes. I can only stay so silent for so long.

Deidara chuckles and fiddles with something white in his hand, "There's no way you'll be able to escape with that kunai, hmm."

A white figure comes out of his hand; I assume that I'm seeing things in the darkness so I don't freak out.

"You're pretty confident."

The figure begins moving, it crawls right through my metal bars and towards me. I freeze, slowly counting each leg. Eight. My breath hitches in my throat and I scoot towards the grey brick wall. The edges of Deidara's mouth twitch into a smirk.

"Something wrong, Nita?"

I don't answer, instead my eyes watch the small white spider standing still in the middle of the room. Man, I'm really pathetic. I mean, I know I'm a kunoichi and all, but fears are still fears! Arachnophobia is legit!

"Don't worry, it's clay, yeah."

I bite my lip at the amusement in his voice. I'm such an idiot! I hear a small pitter-patter to the left of my ear. I slowly turn my head, the fear slowly building up as my head rotates. I'm not sure how I'm still alive right now, 'cause I'm not breathing. A small clay spider sits across from my head on the wall, staring back at me. I stare into its eyes for a long time, I feel paralyzed.

It's leg twitches and I lung forward, screaming. There's a loud clang as my back hits the bars of my cell, Deidara begins to laugh wildly. I'm too scared by the spiders to yell at him. They're everywhere! There were about seven or eight of them moving around into the dark corners of my cell or in the window. They each pick a tight spot and then stop moving, satisfied with the spot they've chosen.

I hear a door creak open and a stream of light flows down. At the top of some stairs is the silver-haired one. The same one who wanted to chop me up into pieces with his three-bladed scythe. He held two bowls in his hands and started descending down the stairs with a smirk.

"Damn, they let you fucking torture the girl and you're enjoying it more than I am . . ." He frowns when he reaches my cell,

"The bitch is perfectly fine?!"

Deidara regains his breath after a moment, "She's having fun with her new boyfriend, hmm."

The bowls are set on the ground and scythe-boy kicks by bowl under the cells bars, it stops by my feet. Glancing inside there's some type of dark green watery gunk with bits of meat floating at the top. I'm so occupied by poking it with my chopstick that I almost didn't notice scythe-boy leave.

I look up only to see Deidara watching me with the same amused expression, smirking. I push the bowl back under towards his feet.

"You're being picky in this kind of situation, un?"
I smile at him, "I don't exactly want another dose of your 'drugs'."

He shrugs and stacks my bowl on top of his empty one, "Whatever, yeah."

I suppose this may be the one and only time I'll be fed, but I don't exactly trust them.