My second attempt at Naruto fanfiction. I have no rights to Naruto, but Suzuki is my OC. Oh, and Itachi fans, he appears later. Enjoy the story?

Chapter One: To Save a Broken Past

How long had it been? Maybe days, maybe only hours. But the dark, the silence, and the near absolute lack of movement made it seem a century of quiet, and Suzu was almost grateful for it.

She could stand the silence and the deprivation, elements which had always been familiar to her. She had never been a stranger to loneliness, having grown up with little personal human contact. of course, an adoptive brother was better than no one at all, but Sai was somewhat detatched in his care for her, mostly because of his ties to Root.

Is anyone going to try to come after me?

She highly doubted it. The hokage would never be rash enough to send anyone after such a lost cause, a single weak, useless girl guarded by the most imfamous group of missing-nin. Naruto and Sai would probably try to intervene on her behalf, but she knew that Sai understood that Root did not engage in these types of missions.

But on that note, Danzo might break his own rules this time. Suzu was his precious little secret weapon, the last Uchiha who was still unmarked by the hand of fate. Itachi would die, Sasuke would die, but Suzu, though unknown and untrained, had obvious potential. Of course, the best course of action Danzo could take was to confirm her death, then send someone after her corpse, though that would not be much use, as her sharingan had never been activated. Still, she knew things that were kept from even the highest classes of anbu, things that could bring Danzo's plans to ruin if revealed to any nin. Every clan had their secrets, and in this case they were known compeltely to the only female Uchiha left living.

A light outside the cell seeped in from under the door, making Suzu wonder how long it had been since she had seen any form of light. The day the Akatuski took her had been clouded, and since then she had been confined to the cell. Presently the door opened, washing the room in a harsh light. Suzu jerked away involuntarily, then fell still as sudden pain shot though her arms, which were clamped by the wrists to the wall behind her back.

The voice was dry, but with a strangely child-like edge which was vaguely disturbing. She tried not to shudder, dropping her head and offering no reply.

Why did they take me? Why me? Did they figure out who I was? Was it only my connection to Root?

She was met with a merciful quiet in return, until she realized that an answer was demanded. Well, fuck them, they could wait as long as they wanted.

The cuffs fell from her wrists, but their cold was quickly replaced with a painful, cutting sensation around her wrists. She looked down to find blue, burning threads wrapped around them, and instinctively turned to find their source.

He was small in stature, but the clear lack of mercy in his vacant wooden eyes filled Suzu with a cold dread.

Sasori of the Sand.

He dragged her closer, and she was too feeble to resist.

He had no idea how much damage her name could do.

Review and tell me any ideas you've got, and I will consider them! Please follow the story/me for more. Chapter Two is in the works. Plenty of torture ahead...