Sigh Another story started...no more finished.
This story is dedicated to one of my best friends Hikosmymanfriend, also known as RedtheRetard.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Captivity is a simple life. Something keeps you there and it isn't of your own will. Even though the reasons are for good, you still wonder why you're there and why you can't be somewhere else.
"No.1. Will you please get up." It wasn't a question. It was a command.
The sheets shifted on the king size bed as the body under it turned over. She mumbled something incoherent and then reverted back to soft snoring.
"No.1. Will you please get up. The time is 7:00." The monotone computer voice rang deaf in the girls' ears as her sleep went undisturbed. Her snores and the shift of the comforter and sheets echoed in the big white room.
All four of the white walls turned into the wall sized screens that they actually were, showing a red faced fifth Hokage.
"Get your lazy butt out of bed No.1!!" she yelled with her hands on her hips. Number 1 shot up, her long sea green hair flying over her shoulder. She panted hard, glaring from behind her curls at the wall screen.
"Get dressed, sunshine. Big day." and with that, the walls turned back to their boring white.
No.1 still glared at the wall with the one-way monitoring glass that she knew people were behind. People that watched her every movement, even in her sleep.
"I'm up, dammit." she growled as she threw her legs over the side. Her finger went up in the air as her red alarm went off and the computer voice clicked on.
"First warning. A restricted word has been used. Two more warnings before reinforcements will be forced to take action." No.1 mouthed the last part with the female computer voice. She walked over to her hidden closet and waited as the doors automatically slid back.
When she had first come here, there were reinforcements who had punished her for using bad language and body signs. But they stopped after a while. She could get pretty tiring.
The doors slid shut behind her and all the computers and lights clicked on. Her ears listened for the clicks behind her that signaled that the people on the monitoring deck had linked to the closet cameras.
'Not even a little privacy.' she thought. 'They just love my strip shows.' With that she pulled off her pants and pulled on her work attire consisting of gold soffe's, muscle shirt, chuunin jacket, and boots. She slung her hair up into the required ponytail. Now it only reached her knees. She pulled the shorts down so that it reached to just above her knee as the red scanner roamed her body.
"Approved." it rang. She rolled her eyes. That same voice was everywhere. She hiked up her shorts as she exited the closet. All the lights and electronics turned off as the door slid shut.
While she was out the room had straightened itself. The white bed was properly made and all her clothes had seeped into the floor and back into the closet.
"Perfect." She mumbled. "Everything is just so perfect." She walked over to the door beside the one-way monitoring screen expecting it to slid open like it was supposed to. She only ran into it, knocking herself back. She rubbed her nose angrily, as she slammed her fist into the monitoring glass a couple of times. She could imagine everyone happily chatting and then jumping in surprise before pushing the exit button.
The door slid open and she stepped out. Someone stepped out from the adjacent door in a white suit.
"Good morning." the man said with a pleasant smile. "Did you have a nice sleep."
No.1 sneered. "Great considering you gassed me last night to put me to sleep. Just like you do every night. And you just had to tell on me this morning." She said as she walked off to the check-up station. The scientist followed closely behind her in hurried steps.
A short trip down the gleaming white hall placed them in the medical room. No.1 stepped through the swinging doors and then took her place on the pedestal that lifted her higher towards the ceiling. Computer scanners swung towards her as red lasers scanned every inch of her body.
Every electronic dinged it's approval of her health while others complained that there was an offensive object in the way, meaning her clothing. They stopped making her take her clothes off a long time ago. Or rather, she stopped tolerating it. She might be an object of experimentation, but she was not a free peek.
The pedestal lowered and she jumped off before it hit the ground. Another scientist dressed in white rushed towards her with a clip board.
'No.1..." he started but was interrupted.
"Yes." she said waving her hand. "Yes to all of your stupid question. You ask me them every day. Make up some new ones." she walked out of the swinging doors, leaving a steaming scientist behind. An assistant was waiting to take her to the next destination.
"How are you doing No.1?"
She rolled her eyes. The scientist were required to say at least something to her every time they saw her. It was a rule. Plus, they had to say it with a smile. The mood was to be light and friendly. Somehow, she didn't get the memo.
She had been in the facility a year and a half. She new the routine and the routine inside of the routine. They still babied her. The Hokage, the scientists, everyone she came in contact with...babied her.
She stepped up to a door and waited for the assistant to slide a card through the keypad and then type in the password.
The keypad made an ugly noise signaling that the password was denied. The assistant's fore head scrunched as he tried it again. The keypad repeated the squatty noise again.
No.1 rolled her eyes. She knew the password. She knew every freakin' password in he bloody building. She had even tried to break into rooms. But the password was only half the work. You also needed a keycard and that was hard to come by. Every assistant, director, and scientist in the building had to check in with the Hokage every morning to get their assigned key cards. Every room had a different card. Plus, after you use it, you have to give it back to the Hokage. If you go into a room several times a day, you're going to see Lady Tsunade several times a day.
It wasn't like she wanted to get into this room anyway, she thought as the assistant finally keyed the right password and the keypad dinged, throwing open the door.
It was only a class room. No.1 entered alone but was met by three others. Usually there was only one, the teacher, Master Goki. He stood there with Lady Tsunade but the other she didn't recognize.
"Who's this?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip. Lady Tsunade glared at her for her disrespect.
"You will call him Master Iruka. That's all you need to know."
Okay! So that's the first chapter. There should be more of Iruka x No.1, who will get a name later. So read and review and you'll get more!