Masked-Writer-In-Disguise: Yay! Prolouges are proloug-y!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea…
Inspiration: Dr. House, Stuck Like Glue- Sugarland, Somewhere I Belong- Linkin Park and Stuck With You- Voltaire ft. Amanda Palmer… Yep!
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Stuck With You:
Prolouge
By: Masked-Writer-In-Disguise
Silence; deafening silence. Kakashi froze. In general, silence in the forest was a bad thing, but this silence was worse than just a normal silence. The forest was holding its breath. Something was coming, something bad.
And that was all the warning the Copy-Nin had before the whistling sound of a dart reached his ears. He barely managed to dodge it before he was attacked. The opposing shinobi bore no identifying markings, and Kakashi really couldn't care about who he was fighting; he gave back as good as he got. Kakashi was tired, having been returning to Konoha after a two week solo mission, but he easily took care of his seen opponent and continued on, not caring about the one with the dart gun.
But there were more unmarked shinobi, many more, and what they lacked in skill they made up for in sheer numbers, easily over-powering the Copy-Nin.
When Kakashi came to he was in a dark place, but he didn't really feel up to looking around. His chakra was being drained by shackles around his ankles and his hands were immobilized in stiff stocks about a foot long; the Sharingan eye hid beneath a strip of cloth wrapped firmly around Kakashi's head. His mask was gone, as was his shirt, shoes and weapons' pouch. While the precautions were a little overboard (Kakashi had had very little chakra at the time of his capture, the Sharingan was a chocolate brown without any chakra feeding it, arms and legs were sluggish without chakra for speed), Kakashi understood the respect he was being shown, even if it was a little sick.
Whoever his captors were, they knew whom they had captured.
Kakashi tested his bonds and range of movement; tight bonds, but no circulation loss, little to no range of movement.
The foot shackles were attached to chains as long as Kakashi was tall and were attached to the base of the wall, and there was a bar between them, keeping his feet a shoulder's width apart. His hands were attached to the spreader bar between his ankles by a chain that was half his height. Damn, these bastards were thorough.
The door opened and Kakashi raised his eye to meet his captor. It was impolite to ignore the host, after all. Kakashi was nothing if not polite to strangers.