"I am Raven." His words woke me, and my eyes shot open to look at my surrounds. Everything was closing in on me, unfamiliarity consuming my every sense.
"Where am I!?" I shouted as panic came over me as quickly as fire spreads on dry grass. My arms refused to budge from behind me, bound together by a coarse rope. I didn't want to lay my eyes on him, I didn't want to be here with this stranger. I hoped that staring hard enough at anything but him would bring me back to my home, back to my bed. "Where am I?" I repeated. "Who are you? What's going on?"
He gripped my chin and waited until my eyes landed on his lifeless black ones. Then he spoke a deep, velvety sexy tone, "I am Raven. You will be staying with me a while." His black hair, and eyes, pale skin and lean figure. He was so familiar, but so terrifying.
"You-you kidnapped me!" I shrieked, my last memory of laying in my bed to fall asleep weighing heavily on my mind. "F-fuck! You're gonna kill me, aren't you!? I-I'm gonna die!"
"If you want unbound, you have to calm down." He stated.
"You didn't even deny it!" My head was spinning with the thought. I only have a few days, weeks if I'm lucky, left to live, and they're going to be stuck here being kidnapped. No Kiba, no Tsunade, oh, how lonely. Raven gripped my shoulder and pulled me from my worries and thoughts. "Don't touch me, murderer!" I yelled, but he easily slammed me harshly to the wall. His hand squeezed threateningly tight around my neck and I realized the only way to make it through even the first day, I will be forced to go against my stubborn nature and comply with what he wanted.
"Don't test me. you can do as I say and have a good stay or I can beat you shitless." I gasped in a lungful of air as he let me go and he continued, "I won't hurt you if you stay calm." I nodded my head in response, too scared to talk because of my running mouth. His hands fixed my hair, his eyes carefully exploring me as he ran his hands down my neck and chest. The motion was odd and sent fear trickling through me as uncomfort begged me to react in anger. No one should touch me. Even if it is a kidnapper who happens to be in my age range and somewhat sexy.
Raven pulled away quickly and got to his feet. "I'll be down later to check on you." Without another word or glance, he stepped up the stairs and locked the door behind him.
I sat in the basement with the cold creeping up my legs. The basement was plain, not many decorations and no carpet to keep the small chill at a minimum. I managed to curl on to the couch, with much uncomfort and difficulty with my arms stuck at no use. I stare at the instruments and make no use of my time as I count the pages of music dotting the ground. Other than that, there was only a lamp to light the darkening room.
Even the idiot that I am, I'm not taking the risk of going up the stairs. Without use of my hands, I can tumble down to my death, or if I even do make it out the door, I can't fend for myself. If they have a gun, my brains would be gone. This kidnapping is very different from when I was little. Those memories, I have been trying to keep suppressed... For a change, I am allowed to stumble around this room and to view everything.
That lonely part in me longs for the sexy kidnapper to come back down. Even if it's to hit me more or something, it's still communication, something that I absolutely need in a time like this. I can probably count the minutes on my hands before I start having an episode. That's why I try to never be alone.
He has been gone for the last three hours, leaving me to my own mind and torturous thoughts. Why am I here? He probably hates me like everyone else. He probably is trying to get money out of Tsunade. Or he could be a person I owe money to. I promised to pay them back! It's hard to pay back a loan until after highschool and college.
I continue to think of reasons why I'm here, why he should hate me. I'm different. I have paranoia. I'm annoying. I probably shoved him while trying to get through a crowd. I'm rude and loud. I probably fought one of his friends.
But the thought that stuck most was still the loan. Then I got to thinking of school in which the loan was paying for. And how I was just supposed to have left school a little while ago according to the sunlight that leaked from the ground level windows.
At this time, a door above me slammed open. Feet trampled and loud banter started as people came into the house. Then the door slammed back shut as music started loudly. It was then that the door at the top of the stairs opened and Raven came back.
He nearly glided down the stairs and came to me. I was quick to state what was on my mind, "What do you expect me to do about class!?"
His eyes came to me, smoldering under heavy eyeliner. He stepped forward and said, "I paid the rest of your fees and pulled you from class."
"What!?" I shrieked, only downgrading my masculinity as I did. "Don't you understand how important school is? Oh, I'd kill you if I could!" Anger swelled and I found it hard to make complete sentences, "Just, ugg, you fucking!" I struggled against the binds, willing them to disappear so I could strangle him, but I stopped as my wrists screamed their agony and nearly fell off. "How the fuck do you even come up with 10,000 dollars?"
He swooped down and placed a finger to my lips. "If you would stop freaking for half a minute, I would let you know that your situation is a hell of a lot worse than missing school."
He stood straight and I seethed. In a much more leveled voice, I asked, "Why am I here?"
Raven ignore my question aand said, "My band is upstairs. If they speak, you listen. Do not fight them or I'll have to punish you. No screaming, yelling, or making scenes. If anyone begins to suspect your disappearance is on us, I'll kill you." I stared in shock as he left once more.
He is just going to leave me down here? Bound, hungry, tired, bored. That sexy man is sooo sadistic.
~ Sasuke
I hate him. I hate him so much. His blue eyes and blond hair. Everything is his fault. If his presence wasn't so important, I'd have already killed him. For the hell his very life has caused mine.
"You ugly bitch!" Suigetsu yelled at Karin.
"Shark-tooth dumbass!" Karin's retorted insult wasn't more off of what a kid calling another kid a butthole was. They continue to yell at each other until Juugo called their attention to me with his question, "So who's in the basement?" I took a seat as everything went silent as they waited for my answer. Nothing gets past Juugo.
"Naruto Uzumaki." I answered.
Karin gasped. "You know Akatsuki is after him! They'll kill us to get him!"
I glared at the table as if it were the reason life sucked. The poor table was pretty damned lucky not to be a person, because if it was, it would have melted to a puddle of fear and misery. "I must kill Itachi. No matter if every single one of us die." Karin put a plate of alfredo pasta in front of me with, "I hope you like it." then served herself.
"Not gonna get us any?" Suigetsu asked, obviously intending to start another fight with the annoying woman.
"I'm not your damned maid." She huffed and stuffed a mouthful of noodles in her mouth.
Slob.
I took a bite suitably sized for my mouth. It's lunch time, nearly two meals since the blond last ate, but as Karin said just a minute ago, I'm not his maid. Yes, I am a cruel person. Sadistic, possibly. The thought of hurting him excited my blood.
"Earth to Sasuke!" My eyes focused past Suigetsu's waving hands to his face. "I asked what the catch of the boy is."
For another moment, I stared then poked at the pasta as I answered him, "You are to go by your band names to him. The only pain to him shall be from me. Anytime you come to contact with him, be friendly. We need to get him to agree to show on tour without ratting on me. The more his face is on camera, the quicker Itachi will come."
Silence.
Silence. It's obvious they don't like the idea.
Stares, and then Juugo broke the silence, "So if they find you out-"
"No one will find out." I cut in, a hundred percent sure of myself.
"But if they do, what about us and the Uzumaki?"
"Uzumaki would be killed if I am found out. No word will leave of your asistance." I was so sure of it, of how his death is reassurance of his silence.
They seemed relieved at the words. This is my doing anyways. Why would anyone else be able to take credit for so many murders that have been planned for so long.
I'm not crazy. I'm the most sane person on this planet, and if people would open their eyes, they would understand.
It was about one in the morning when I woke. A dull repetitive thump echoed through my head. For a minute, I assumed it was Suigetsu with some girl, and was tempted to go back to sleep. Then I remembered the adorably pitiful captive in the basement.
I groan as I force myself from the warm comfortable bed. I stumble from my room, allowing a murderous aura to spill off of me. As I unlocked the door to the basement, Naruto stopped hitting it from the other side. I took no hesitation when I opened the door. I gripped the front of his shirt and leaned him over the stairs. If I drop him, possibility of broken limbs or a concussion, if he lands just right death by broken neck.
"Please don't drop me." He whispered, words sharp in my sleep clogged ears. "I-I'm sorry. Please don't." It reverberated through the piercing silence.
"You woke me." I growled, not caring to whisper.
"I know, but I can't sleep."
"Why not?" I leaned him further over the stairs, his discomfort was my pleasure in this state of sleep induced anger.
"I have to pee." He whined.
At first, I thought it was a sort of escape attempt. It would be perfect. Everyone is asleep except for me. So I pulled him straight and aimed him from the basement towards one of the kitchen drawers where I pulled out a gun and loaded it.
His body started trembling the moment I placed the barrel to his temple, but he didn't say anything. I used my pocket knife to saw his binds. I pressed my lips to his ear and asked, "Aren't I such a nice guy? Letting you go piss in the middle of the night?"
He swallowed hard before answering, "It's better than getting beat around for pissing myself. Then I would have to sit in that piss. It would be quite uncomfortable." Yet, the whole time he backtalked, he quaked it terror. I placed my hand to his back and led him. He's an idiot that has no control of his mouth.
He will have to change that soon or suffer the consequences.
At the bathroom, I turned around in the doorway to give him a little privacy. Once flushed and zipped, I turn back to him, gun in my hand threateningly. "I-I have an issue." He stuttered.
"What?" I bit, watching him flinch.
His quakng wasn't going to stop anytime soon. "If I don't have my meds soon, I'm going to have a freak-out."
I yanked him from the bathroom and held the gun to his back. I remember the first day we met, how he explained why he was there. He was being treated for schizophrenia and anxiety disorder. I replied that I was there for depression and trauma.
He opened the door to the basement and asked, "Can you at least tell me why I'm here?"
Yet again, I keep the answer to myself. "Get in. If you attempt to leave, you'll regret it. If you actually manage, I'll find you and you won't have a single chance of living."
And I locked the door behind him.