When the teenager sees the door opening, right before him, and that bitter man with blackened eyes towering over him, all he thinks is:
'Oh, what?'
Then the man grabs his shirt, with a hand blocks his mouth and brings him outside – a blow with one hand (the shirt one) on the nape is enough, the teenager loses conscience.
The man and his peer pass through the window, jump down on the street and run away with him.
The teenager hasn't even understood who they are, and what do they want from him.
What the hell is happening?
He wakes up in a dimly lighted place, something looking like a cave.
There are many people around him.
He sees the men who kidnapped him – they are sitting on the ground, legs put in X, they are not talking.
One is the bitter man who opened the door.
The other looks like a fish, and is really ugly.
The teenager is so unaware of cold-minded-defense that he speaks aloud:
"What am I doing here?"
The bitter man turns to him and returns just:
"Shut up."
The teenager goes on talking:
"This is not an answer. Wait, I didn't notice it – you've got the Sharingan! Like Sasuke…"
"Mh mh. Now shut up."
"You're cold as shit like him. Maybe worse. C'mon, you, where are we?"
"Kisame… make him shut up."
The fish-man replies:
"Why don't you do – ok, I do, then I'll ask"
The bitter man with the sharingan, black haired and with a face rather feminine, goes on looking seriously at the wall before him.
It seems he doesn't give a damn about the teenager.
The fish-man stands up and walks towards him. The teenager screams:
"No no no, ok, ok, I'll shut up – calm down!"
"BE. QUIET. We wouldn't lose anything in cutting off your tongue"
He goes back to his place.
The bitter man looks like he is neither listening nor hearing.
The fish-man asks him in half voice:
"You're still controlling your Kagebunshin?"
No answer.
The teenager sits down, in silence, trying to understand where he is, who they are, and first of all what do they want from him.
He looks around – this is actually a cave, there are few lights – just enough to see where you walk.
The bitter man and the fish-man are before him, like 5 meters far, a bit on the right.
On the left, nearly behind him, two other people are sitting always on the ground, looking like they don't do anything in particular.
They are talking – a guy with blond quite impossible hair (the hair is loosen, but it's got a pony tail, and still a strand falls on his left eye) –
'WAIT – on his hand – is there a mouth?
Where the hell am I?'
And the other is so strange that he looks more like a giant puppet than a human.
The bitter man tells the wall, in half voice:
"Oh, no. Hell. End."
The fish-man asks him:
"What? Your Kagebunshin? Oh, all right. You've stopped it"
"Mh. Better so. What's up, you two? Can't you stop this? I was concentrating."
The blond guy fires back, ironic:
"Oh, SORRY, Mister Bitterness. We are arguing"
"About what?"
- asks the teenager, who heard the whole quarrel and didn't understand a thing.
The fish-man turns around and stares at him angrily again.
The teenager taps his mouth with the hand. The bitter man intervenes (but he's still watching the wall):
"All right…let him talk. I've finished."
The teenager immediately bursts out:
"Ok, won't you tell me who you are?"
The bitter man glances him straight in the eye and fires back:
"Don't. Bother. Me."
"Mister sympathy…"
- comments the other, in half voice himself. So he turns to the blond guy and asks:
"Who is him?"
The blond guy gazes at him puzzled:
"You're stupid or intelligent?"
The fish-man laughs:
"He's stupid. However, tell him. In the end, he'll die. No risk, at all".
"Why I'm dying?"
The fish-man eyes him, puzzled and bewildered. Then he laughs:
"Why not?"
The teenager thinks aloud:
"Where am I…?"
The blond guy stares at him thinking, and then answers:
"Ok, we're going to kill you. We're waiting for one of us to do part of the work. And he – "
"WHY ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME?"
"It's not really for that. You'll die when we take out of you the demon"
"Ah! I thought – no, wait – huh – the demon? Who are you?"
The blond guy replies:
"We are – "
"Won't you shut up?"
- intervenes the bitter man again.
"Stop interrupting me! He'll die the same. He is Uchiha Ita…"
Again the bitter man:
"He'll die however. What use is to him? We should have cut off his tongue. We should do it now."
The teenager:
"I…"
"So, sit down and stop palling!"
His face looks like a piece of stone, but the voice tone is quite angry.
The fish-man thinks this too, since he asks him:
"What's up?"
"He's too weak."
The teenager 'thinks' a bit, and then says:
"Wait – are you with Orochimaru?"
The blond guy bursts out laughing – the teenager continues:
"He never looked at me – I can't understand – but if he wants to use Sasuk-"