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White Door
Prologue
The Anbu lay sleeping on the bed in the still room. His dark uniform contrasting greatly with the pale sheets and blanched walls. His chest rising and falling in slow, deep breaths, being the only sound in the room. The sight would have almost been beautiful, peaceful even, if it had not been for the chains around his wrist. The dark glint of the steel adding a sense of malice to the picture perfect scene.
The ninja's lightly tanned skin and golden hair brought the subtlest of color, perfection. A light sigh sounded, escaping from soft parted lips. His back arched slowly from the bed in a sleepy stretch as brilliantly blue eyes began to flutter open, soft gold eye lashes big blue eyes began to widen, alarm leaking in through the thinning haze of sleep.
'Where...am I,' He began to sit up, stifled at the realization of his chains, binding him the thick pale wood of the head board. Many emotions flickered through those eyes, confusion, anger...fear. The blonde rolled over, the sheets rustled and the chains clicked, his breathing grew heavy with panic. One bare foot came up to the head board with a soft pat, his hands wrapped about the chains, giving a sharp tug. Searching for weakness of any sort.
The scene once again fell very still as a soft metallic click sounded through the room. Blue eyes shifted as he gazed on the pale white door slowly swinging open, on the other side was blackness. And in the dark came two red orbs, gazing at him like embers, sparked to life as if from hell.
The stillness ended then.
The sound of struggle took the room as the blonde fought the unforgiving steel links, the bane of his escape, the potential end. The second metallic clink of the knob all but put the Anbu in a frenzy. The weight of the Uchiha, on his back forced his body into the soft white sheets, forcing air from aching lungs. Long, pale fingers traced over fabric and skin. A long, sharp blade cut away, clothing and armor.
Nails clawed and raked the pale wood of the headboard. Tears began to flow over the thin whisker like scars on the ninja's face, the headboard was already marred with marks, others had been here before him. Others had fallen into the hands of this devil, never to escape this, hope leaked away like helium from a balloon. Red soiled perfect white as the pain continued, he began to hope, growing fond of the thought of an end.
All those blue, beautiful eyes could look at was that white door. The white door and the still peaceful blackness that lay behind it.
I hope you enjoyed it, as short as it was. Please feel free to give reviews, criticisms, requests and ideas. The next chapter shall come around soon. MadRamada.