This is meh first fanfic EVAAAA!
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lol, jk nobody probably cares cuz it's an OC story... but whatevers! :D
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"Help! Somebody! Please! Help me!" Her hopeless efforts and cries for help were all in vain, for no one could hear the pleas of the helpless young woman. Bound by the restricting arms of two frightful looking men in black and red body coats on either side, and led by one in the front, she unwillingly was advanced toward the darkness of the forgotten desert. Although frightened and weak, the young woman refused to submit herself to the powerful statues that led her farther out of the forest, and deeper into the night.
Her long, crimson red hair stuck to her tear-covered face as she whipped her head from side to side. Her fragile porcelain legs were covered in blood as she thrashed them out, kicking random thorn bushes and low branches of pine trees in her endeavor to escape. The cold night's wind stung her leaking eyes as they advanced, deeper into the nothingness.
"HELP!" Her silky voice shuddered as she half-screamed and half-cried as she continued to fight for her life. Scraping her heels on the ground before her, the woman made an effort to slow the men down, only to have them walk quicker. Letting her legs fall limp after ten minutes of refusal, she cried harder and with more frustration then before. She was about to release another agonizing shrill, when she was suddenly knocked out from the leading man's iron fist, punching her frail jaw in his annoyance from her shrieking. Her head fell forward, a curtain of scarlet silky hair draping her delicate features. Her legs dragged behind, wilted and vermillion. The men said nothing as they continued on toward the consuming dark abyss that was the Suna desert.
It was unforgivably dark behind the woman's eyelids.
W-where am I? She thought as she delicately blinked open her eyes, crusty from dry tears. She was tired, exhausted even, from what she had dealt with earlier. Her eyes, dark and as consuming as a black hole stared straight forward. What she opened them to was no more pleasant then what they had softly closed to. It was still dark and cold out, but she wasn't moving anymore.
She was lying on her back, on the cold hard sandy ground of the Suna, surrounded by more men then before, in the same long black coats. She couldn't really make out their facial features, but she did recognize three of the men leaning over her freezing cold body. Two near her right leg were the ones that had captured and roughly carried her from her little humble home in Konoha, the man that had brought them to where ever they were stood right above her head. She looked up to see the man that had led them, following the path of his legs, then to his torso, and finally his looming dim face, and could barely see the small mocking smirk that smothered it.
A puzzled look came about the woman's expression, no longer terrified, but confused, and then suddenly her eyes grew wide with terror as she tried moving, discovering her arms and legs were chained to the ground. She started to sweat from adrenaline and fear as her heartbeat grew rapid and loud. She understood the severity of her predicament. A captured unarmed woman chained to the floor, a large group of creepy unknown men, and nothing; nothing but darkness and air. She didn't scream though, for what was the point? She was nowhere, surrounded by nothing, what good would screaming do? However, she did squirm a bit, like a fish out of water, giving up eventually though.
What could she do? She wasn't powerful nor very significant, just a young woman in a small village with little importance in the world. She knew she wasn't worth the effort. But, her body might be... As I said before, a young woman surrounded by a group of men in the middle of nowhere; well that could only mean one thing: she would not be leaving untouched. In that moment, she realized what she was; a tool; a prop; nothing but a toy. What she didn't know though was that she wasn't just for a little fun. Her body would hold a purpose, and that purpose would become a jinchuuriki.
"Hello" said a warm and soft yet obnoxious voice. It was the man above her head. She looked up and made a disgusted face, showing no sign of politeness toward the man.
He spoke again, "Don't get too worried, we're going to leave you be for the night, you probably are very tired, correct?" The woman continued to stare at him silently, her black eyes gently caressing the reflection of the night sky's stars, but still managing to hold a livid façade.
"We'll take you back to our headquarters; you'll stay in a cell until you are of further use to us." His voice was bothersome, it was kind and welcoming, but the undertone of sarcasm and rudeness seeped through blindly.
"Hidan, Kakuzu, may you please take her to her cell in the hide out? I'll take the rest of the group and meet you there." And without saying a word, the man was gone, and the only two remaining were the ones that had carried her here, standing motionlessly by her feet.
"Hey, I know you just woke up and everything, but…," the man on the left said, his voice sounding annoyed and sarcastic, but unlike the other man's voice, his actually held a small thread of sympathy when he spoke, "we kind of need to knock you out again, just so that if you escape or get out alive or anything, you won't be able to tell people where we are. It's kind of pointless because there's absolutely no way to escape and you'll probably be dead after we've used you, but still, you never know." Even the small amount of pity this man displayed, something she was startled by due to her previous encounter with him earlier, could not comfort her growing fear.
"Don't worry, if you stay still, this shouldn't hurt as badly as before," said the other man. His voice was deep and flat, showing no sign of emotion or concern, like a voice with only one pitch.
As the men advanced toward her, the woman started to break into a cold sweat, her eyes growing large, and her body growing motionless. She stared up into the man's-which man she could not tell-shadow, his body silhouetted by the moonlight. She clenched her eyes shut in anticipation, when before she could hold her breath there was a thump. Her body relaxed itself in her unconscious state, and the men pulled the chains out of the ground like roots of a flower, keeping her frail little pail wrists and ankles embraced within the shackles. They pulled her tiny body up with great ease and ran away, almost dissolving into thin air, blending with the light fog. The desert was now dark, and cold, and empty.
Just as she'd done before, the woman blinked open her feathery lashes and stared straight up. Except this time, when she moved, she wasn't chained; her arms and legs were free to move as they pleased. There was something else different too, she was inside. There were four walls and a ceiling, all evenly surrounding her. A small candle generously lit the room to reveal a small twin sized bed with a sheet and pillow, a little nightstand which the candle, almost melted down to it's end, sat upon, a tiny foil mirror above the bed, and a door at the far left corner of the room. Aside from the other things which she kindly appreciated and was thrilled to be permitted to, the door was by far the most wonderful thing of all. It was metal with large steel bolts; a thick metal frame engulfed it.
It wasn't welcoming, it was cold and intimidating, but it was still a door; a sign that there was a way out. Whether or not she would ever get out wasn't important, it just meant that there was a way. She looked at it a final time, imagining opening it and walking into her own household and falling onto her own bed. The young woman's eyes started to water as she remembered her home, but she shook the thought from her mind and directed her attention elsewhere.
She studied the candle; it was melted down to the bottom, its wax dripped down the sides and across the top of the little wooden nightstand. As she followed the modest trails of wax, she noticed a drawer in the nightstand. Filled with curiosity and excitement, she shuffled on her knees to the drawer, sitting on her feet so that her arms were level with the nightstand. Her hands hesitated over the handle, but she disregarded the disappointment lurking within the nightstand, and yanked the drawer open. To her surprise, she found an envelope with no address. Delicately, she picked it up as if it were a newborn and started to open it, tearing the seal with careful hands. The suspense was exhausting, but she made no rush of extracting the note within, afraid if she handled it too roughly, it would fall to pieces, and she would be alone again. She unfolded the note with her delicate hands and started to read.
Dearest captive,
Welcome to your new home. This is going to be where you shall spend the rest of your days, so make yourself comfortable, please. The team in charge of your health shall be Hidan and Kakuzu. Twice a day, they shall bring you your meals and anything else you require. I, however shall be in charge of your person over-all. You are now mine; you are not your own person, are we clear? You belong to me and the rest of the organization. If you wish to speak to me, please inform Hidan or Kakuzu when either bring you your necessities next, and I will have them bring you to my room where we can talk.
Also, we have rules. You are not permitted to leave your room unless stated by me, and only me. You do not have the right to speak unless directly spoken to. If you have a request, write it down on the pad of paper either Hidan or Kakuzu bring you when they bring you your new clothes and sheets, which is probably soon, and slip it under the door, someone passing by will pick it up eventually. And lastly, you will never go outside, it is forbidden. Remember, if you break my rules, there will be consequences.
Have a nice stay, and welcome to the Akatsuki,
Deidara
So yeah, was that intense or what? JUST KIDDING! but seriously, this story is currently my life and my OC's (which shall come later) are my babies, so if you don't mind, try not to hurt their feelings ok? w0
Naruto world isn't mine, everything else that isn't originally in the series is. :)